A Forbidden Touch

Author’s Notes: This is the third instalment in the Sofia and Alex series.

The story is fairly long and there’s a lot of build up before the action. The series deals with a woman’s infidelity, so it’s in the Loving Wives category. There’s also elements of group sex and anal, so if any of that’s not your thing, you should probably move along. If it is your thing, then I hope you enjoy!

Prologue – Amitié

“Sofia! Par ici, ma chérie! Over here, Alex!”

Alex and Sofia had collected the luggage from the baggage carousel and after a short walk, emerged into the arrival area of Aéroport de Marseille Provence.

Hearing their names shouted, they were delighted to see their friend Anne on the other side of the barrier waving at them frantically. François was standing beside his wife, looking mildly embarrassed by the attention his boisterous wife was attracting.

Sofia immediately rushed to her friend, leaving Alex to struggle with both suitcases, a small duffle and his own messenger bag. François discreetly ducked under the retractable barrier and headed towards Alex so he could help the younger man with the luggage.

Sofia, meanwhile, had reached Anne and wasted no time slipping under the barrier. She threw her arms around her friend in a tight embrace. She had missed Anne dearly and actually cried a little as she told her so.

By the time the Alex and François had made their way through the proper exit and joined their wives, the women had calmed down. They warmly welcomed the men with an exchange of kisses on the cheek.

Sofia had warned Alex that la bise was customary. When Anne kissed his cheek, he quite enjoyed the feel of her smooth cheek against his. He was glad though, when François settled for a firm handshake, instead.

The women had much catching up to do and would have been happy to stand where they were and catch-up. However, François was eager to get on the road and suggested they talk on the way to the car.

As they walked, François explained to Alex their home was in the 7th arrondissement, located in the Roucas Blanc district. As it was still morning, he said it would be a 40 minute drive from the airport.

While Sofia and Anne chatted in the backseat of the Mercedes-Benz SUV, François played tour guide for Alex and indicated points of interest along the way as they headed south into the city.

Chapter 1 – Coquette

The Duris’ home was impressive. Built in 1875, it boasted 5 bedrooms and 6 bathrooms. It appeared to have been recently updated. The luxurious house was situated on several acres and came with lush gardens, an infinity pool and a natural stone terrace. The backyard had a spectacular view of the Mediterranean Sea.

While Alex wasn’t familiar with local real estate prices, he knew enough that the house had to be valued in the millions. Coupled with their luxurious SUV and the Porsche cabriolet parked in the driveway, he realized that their friends were very wealthy!

Anne and François gave them a brief tour of their home before showing them to the guest room. The room had a modern ensuite, complete with his and hers sinks and a large soaker tub. Situated at the rear of the house, the room overlooked the gardens and pool. Beyond the gardens, they saw the Mediterranean Sea, as it sparkled and glimmered.

Although they were only going to be there for a couple of days, Sofia hoped she would be able to try out the tub. By all accounts, the couple would be very comfortable in their accommodations.

Anne and François gave them a few minutes of privacy to put away their luggage and freshen up. When Sofia and Alex rejoined their hosts in the salon, there appeared to be a beehive of activity underway.

Anne surprised them by mentioning that she had invited a few close friends over for a dinner party that evening. Emphasizing that it was nothing too big, she did say that she was very eager to introduce them to her closest friends.

Anne invited them to sit in the kitchen for a simple lunch of quiche Provençale accompanied by a fresh country salad, Cantal and Mimolette cheese and baguette.

François opened a wonderful bottle of Henri Schoenheitz Herrenreben Riesling 2016 to pair with their lunch. Anne would occasionally break away to deal with issues pertaining to the evening’s dinner, but they all had a delightful time catching up.

Sofia watched as Anne buzzed about and interacted with the staff. She caught on fairly quickly, that the dinner was more elaborate than the small get-together that Anne had claimed it to be.

After lunch, François took Sofia and Alex for a tour of the property, leaving Anne to deal with her planning. The property was awe-inspiring. Facing south, it looked out on the Mediterranean Sea and the Frioul archipelago, a group of small islands located just off the coast.

François walked them to the edge of the gardens, where they stopped to admire the view.

“This is breathtaking, François.” Alex told his host. “I could look out at this view all day. I don’t know why you would ever feel the need to visit the Bahamas, or anywhere else for that matter.”

François, who was standing between his guests draped his arms around them both and answered. “It is beautiful and I wouldn’t choose to live anywhere else in the world, Alex. But like everything in life, sometimes it’s not enough and we like a little change, non?”

Although he didn’t really know what François’ meant by that, Alex politely nodded in agreement.

Sofia, however, wondered if their host was making a playful reference to their time in the Bahamas, when the two couples had met. She and François had been flirting with each other throughout their vacation and he had certainly made it known he was interested in her. Several times, she had caught him admiring her bare breasts while she was tanning by the pool.

On another occasion, he was even bolder, going so far as to move his chair so he would have an unobstructed view of her bikini-covered bottom. Noticing his bold motion, Sofia upped the ante by opening her legs a little to give him a better view. They had made eye contact as she flashed him and there was a definite air of electricity between them.

She had found their game exhilarating and for the first time in her life, realized she was somewhat of an exhibitionist. Now, months later, being in his presence had brought those feelings rushing back. She was enjoying the warmth of his arm wrapped around her. Her attraction for him was undeniable.

She decided to encourage François and purposely leaned in closer, knowing her breast would be pressed against him. She felt a surge of electricity at the forbidden contact and wondered if he would act on her boldness.

Alex however, was uncomfortable with the group hug and moved to his right in an effort to disengage. The change in dynamic, obligated François to also let go of Sofia. With the moment having passed, their host gestured towards the house.

“I think we should all head back to the house and retire for an afternoon nap. I fear mamour may be planning a bigger event than she has led us to believe. It would be best if we are well-rested. I anticipate that the evening will be long.”

Anne was nowhere to be seen, so François walked them to their room. Before leaving, he gave Alex a warm handshake. When Alex turned to enter the room, François embraced Sofia in a hug. It wasn’t lost on Sofia, that François’ had strayed from the customary air kiss and used the opportunity to take her in his arms. That he did it with Alex mere steps away, excited her!

She felt his hand slide to her bottom and cup it as he brought her closer to him. She could feel his penis pressed up against her mons as the hug lingered and she longed to press her lips to his. Instead, she was left frustrated when François released her and took a step back.

“Rest well and let me know if you need anything, ma mie.”

 

***

 

Alex and Sofia awoke refreshed and were looking forward to the evening ahead. They took turns showering and began to get dressed for the dinner party. Although Anne hadn’t said so, they assumed that it would be a formal affair and selected their outfits accordingly.

Dressed in an avio blue Ermenegildo Zegna Trofeo wool and linen jacket, Sofia thought Alex looked striking. To go with the jacket, she had suggested he wear his white Burberry dress shirt and beige Tom Ford cotton-silk dress pants. They didn’t think a tie would be necessary, so he finished off the outfit with his polished leather loafers.

Sofia wore a sleeveless Tory Burch floral sheath dress that accentuated her curves and dark tan. She paired her dress with Valentino Garavani high heel sandals, and matching Elsa Peretti jewelry. Feeling bold, and perhaps hoping to tease François a little, she decided to forgo her bra and panties.

“You look absolutely stunning, babe. You are going to be the envy of every woman at the party. And I think every man is going to wish he was the one bringing you home, instead of me!”

“Thank you, my love. You’re looking very dashing yourself. Don’t be surprised if some of the women are fighting for your attention tonight. Shall we go?”

Alex intertwined his arm with Sofia’s as they went in search of their hosts. Entering the kitchen, they saw that François had reappeared from his rest and was now helping his wife with preparations.

Sofia thought he looked very dapper in a beige linen-blend jacket with a crisp white shirt. His clothes fit him excellently and she knew right away that they had been expertly tailored. With his tousled salt and pepper hair and ever-present smile, Sofia found herself again drawn to the handsome man.

He greeted them as they arrived in the kitchen. “Alex! Sofia! Mon dieu! You both look magnificent!”

Anne readily agreed. “Such a beautiful couple. I’m afraid you will put everyone else to shame!” She then got a little emotional as she came over to hug them tightly. “Oh I can’t believe you are both here.”

Alex was a bit surprised by Anne’s outburst. He felt a closeness to the couple, but they had met less than a year ago. Sofia, however, understood completely. She and Anne shared a bond. They knew each other’s deepest secrets and although Alex and François were probably unaware, they spoke weekly by phone.

Sofia thought about their friendship and again realized how much she had missed Anne. When they finally broke their embrace, Sofia stepped back to look at her friend.

Anne had also changed, although she probably hadn’t had the opportunity to rest that afternoon. She had been going like a whirlwind all day, preparing for the dinner party. Nevertheless, she still managed to look fabulous.

Anne wore a marvellous, flower-print Zimmerman cotton-silk dress that complimented her lithe build and her wavy blonde hair looked like it had been professionally coiffed. Her beauty was timeless and she exuded elegance. Such a graceful woman, Sofia thought. She exhibited power, confidence and sensuality, all at once.

Anne had just started to give them background on the guests she had invited, when the doorbell rang. François went to greet the newly arrived guests while Anne walked with Sofia and Alex into the salon.

Over the next 40 minutes, the rest of their visitors arrived. Waitstaff circled constantly, bearing l’aperitif trays and never ending choices of martinis and Bollinger Champagne.

Anne introduced Sofia to several of the guests, while François did likewise with Alex.

One couple was from Milan, Italy. Luca was somewhat short and rather portly with thinning grey hair and oversized black eyeglasses. He looked to be in his late sixties and apparently was a film producer of some renown.

His wife, Monica was an alluring, voluptuous woman and much taller than her husband. She had wavy chestnut hair and sported very impressive cleavage in her plunging Oscar de la Renta cocktail dress.

Monica had to be at least 20 years her husband’s junior. She actually had a familiar look about her, and Sofia wondered if she had been a model or actress when she was younger. She made a mental note to ask Anne later.

Another couple, probably in their early forties, were Turkish. They split their time between Nice, where they were the principal owners of an IT company, and Istanbul, their home in Turkey.

Caria was of average height and a little plump, but with a very bubbly personality. She seemed to be perfectly fluent in Turkish, French, English and Italian and switched seamlessly back and forth between languages, depending on who she was talking to.

Caria’s husband, Ahmet, was unquestionably the quieter of the two. He stood well over 1.9 metres tall, and was rather gangly. He was bald, but sported a very full jet-black beard. He looked somewhat like a hipster undertaker! Judging by his frequent trips to the patio, he was also a chain-smoker.

They also met a distinguished Englishman named Stephen, who was married to a lovely lady from Paris, named Hélène. The couple lived in London, but spent most of the winter in le Midi, the South of France.

During dinner, they learned Stephen and Hélène’s oldest son, Richard, was married to Anne and François’ daughter, Magali. Richard and Magali were expecting their first child in a few months. Stephen and Hélène’s youngest son, Vincent, was studying engineering at Université Paris-Saclay.

Lastly, there was an elderly woman, Mylène, who was unescorted. She was the oldest in the group and Sofia was curious as to how she fit into Anne and François’ social circle. Seated beside her at dinner, Sofia learned Mylène was a retired French actress who lived permanently in Cannes.

Mylène had famously refused the Légion d’honneur awarded her by the French President Jacques Chirac and was generally regarded as royalty throughout the entertainment industry. She had been friends with Anne and François for decades and was their daughter’s marrainé, her godmother.

About an hour after the last guests arrived, the group were called to the dining room. The guests looked for their name tags around the table. Anne wanted to be sure her new friends were properly welcomed, so she had strategically placed each guest.

The waitstaff had already laid out a wonderful selection of hors d’oeuvres, including beef carpaccio, salmon mousse and pork rillettes. The guests’ glasses were filled with a Château l’Arrosee Saint-Émilion Grand Cru Classé 2010 Merlot that was particularly well-suited to the Parmesan and Arugula flavours in the carpaccio.

Stephen and Hélène were sat across the table from Alex. Monica sat next to Stephen, who she flirted with impetuously. The handsome Englishman seemed to take her advances in stride.

Alex was fascinated by Stephen’s handling of the situation. He was attentive and respectful to Monica, but made sure that his wife was never excluded or ignored during the evening. It was truly a lesson in charm and diplomacy, and Alex was very impressed with the Englishman’s display of social grace in what could have been an awkward circumstance.

With the hors d’oeuvres complete, dishes were cleared and the staff soon began bringing out broiled swordfish à la niçoise. The swordfish was paired with a Roux Père et Fils Les Cortons Premier Cru 2017 Chardonnay from the Saint-Aubin région.

Alex thoroughly enjoyed his dish, and with the playful urging of a buxom waitress, he accepted a second serving of swordfish.

While the guests waited for the next course, the staff brought out dishes of both lemon and lime sorbet to allow the guests to cleanse their palates. Sofia noted that Ahmet took the opportunity to rush out to the veranda for a quick smoke break.

Mylène, who was seated to Sofia’s right, leaned closer to the younger woman and said quietly, “Such a vile man, yet his wife is so lovely, I have no idea what she sees in him!”

Sofia giggled and then nodded in agreement.

For the past hour, or more, Sofia had listened with fascination to the woman’s tales and was thoroughly enjoying her company. Mylène had been coming to la Midi for decades and when her husband passed, she decided to move here, permanently.

She knew all there was to know about the South of France, including all the gossip about everyone who lived there or visited. She had experienced so much in her life, and she possessed a wonderful charm. She was bursting with humour and wit and Sofia immediately understood why Anne had such a fondness for her. She was truly a treasure.

As Mylène continued to regale Sofia with her wonderful tales, the main course, or le plat principal, was being brought out. However, the delightful smell of the confit de canard was soon overpowered by the odour of stale Turkish cigarettes when Ahmet returned to the table.

The roasted duck was served with new potatoes, beans and samphire looked heavenly. It had been paired with a Cave De Ribeauville Pinot Gris Martine Rolli-Windholtz Terroirs 2018. Unfortunately,

Sofia hadn’t paced herself adequately to make it through all the courses. She was feeling quite full and only nibbled at the duck. When the salad of simple greens tossed with vinaigrette was served, Sofia again nibbled slightly. She noticed Alex didn’t even bother picking up his fork. Evidently, he too was full!

Neither touched the selection of cheese served on wooden boards that followed soon after the salad.

Thankfully, the guests were invited to return to the salon to be more comfortable while desserts would be served. The young couple were both near bursting and glad to be away from the table!

Staff soon brought out spectacular trays of chocolate profiterole, mousse and apple tarts. Although neither Sofia nor Alex thought they could possibly eat anymore, they couldn’t resist a small sampling of the desserts which they enjoyed with the freshly brewed café, served in small demitasses.

With dinner finished, the guests continued in polite conversation. Over the next two hours, they slowly started to depart. Sofia and Alex learned that Mylène would be staying overnight. Although she had a car and driver, it was too late for her to make the trip back to Cannes and she despised hotels.

Before retiring for the evening she made a point of telling Sofia she couldn’t wait to see her in the morning so they could continue their conversation — she had so many more stories to tell her!

Anne helped Mylène up to her guest room and François suggested they all have a brandy outside on the terrace before bed, which Alex and Sofia both readily accepted.

 

***

 

The three sat outside and enjoyed their brandies under the impressive moonlight sky. Alex and Sofia reclined on a very large settee and François sat opposite them in an overstuffed chair.

Thoroughly relaxed from the many glasses of wine she had drank at dinner, Sofia leaned back against the large cushions, so she could sit cross-legged on the settee. The movement caused the hemline of her dress to bunch up in her lap.

François’ eyes were immediately drawn to the juncture where her silken thighs came together. In the generous light of the full moon, he was afforded a tantalizing view. Although somewhat hidden by the shadows, he was certain he could make out the whispy curls of her pubic hair and surmised she was not wearing panties!

For the next fifteen minutes, François was solely focused on the display in front of him. Barely taking a sip of his brandy or engaging in conversation, instead, he was surreptitiously sneaking peaks up the young woman’s dress.

So intent was he centred on his object of desire, he did not immediately notice that Alex was rising from his seat. When he heard Sofia call his name, he immediately refocused on the present and heard Alex say he was tired and retiring for the night. François quickly jumped up to bid his young friend good night and shake his hand.

“Bonne nuit, Alex. Á demain.”

Alex, having already given Sofia a peck on the cheek before he stood, headed into the house in search of their guest room. The young man was sure he would sleep well that night.

François watched Alex walk away and enter the house. When the young man was gone, he turned his attention back to Sofia. He sat back in his chair and immediately glanced down to see that she had not readjusted her hemline. In fact, he was certain that she had spread her legs a little wider and he was now able to clearly see her bare pussy in the moonlight.

When he raised his gaze, he centred on her eyes and he could see she had been watching him the entire time. She was very much aware of where he had been looking and she obviously was enjoying the attention he was giving her.

“Sofia, why don’t you come over here. You’re too far away. I really would like to see you closer.”

Sofia snuck a quick look at the house, and then stood. Closing the short distance between them, she stopped in front of François.

The handsome Frenchman spread his legs apart. “Rapproche toi… come closer, ma mie.”

Sofia moved forward until her legs bumped against his chair. François’ knees were on either side of hers, and he gently drew them in until they touched hers. She was shaking with anticipation as she wondered what he would do next. Her desire was palpable and she could feel a wetness building between her legs.

“I want to see you, ma mie. Lift your dress. Show me what you were teasing me with earlier.”

Sofia flushed with embarrassment. She knew it was wrong to have let him see her pussy. He knew she had been teasing him. She thought about Alex and Anne. She should end this. Instead, she grabbed the hem of her dress and slowly started to lift it.

François watched intently as Sofia lifted the hem of her dress higher. When her minou came into view he smiled. In the light of the moon, he could see her lips were slightly engorged and covered in a fine dew. She was enjoying this. It was making her wet.

He raised his hands, placing them on her thighs and he slowly ran them higher until they were resting on her hips. Her pussy was fully exposed to him.

With François’ hands now holding up her dress, Sofia placed her hands on either side of his head. She ran her fingers through his hair and gently pulled him towards her. She yearned to feel his tongue on her intimate areas.

 

***

 

Through the patio door, Anne saw her husband’s hands had a firm hold of Sofia’s hips. She watched as the young woman drew him closer and her husband slid his hand from her hip to grasp her bare buttock. When she was sure he was mere centimetres from his prize, she noisily opened the door and stepped out onto the patio.

Anne grinned to herself, as Sofia rushed back to the settee, her dress falling back into place as she quickly sat. When she reached the couple, Anne glanced at François to see his pants were tented. The man had not a care in the world, and he did nothing to conceal his excitement.

Sitting on the settee beside Sofia, she draped her arm over her friend’s shoulder and pulled her close. The young woman looked terrified and although Anne was originally amused that her presence had shaken Sofia up, she now sought to comfort her.

Stroking her hair, she nuzzled the top of Sofia’s head, and said, “Ma chérie, I am so happy you and Alex are here with us. I have missed you both dearly. I can’t wait for us to drive la côte, to visit the vineyards. It will be merveilleuse, oui!

Anne was acting like nothing had happened and Sofia’s fear of being caught was abating. Perhaps, she thought, Anne hadn’t seen anything. She began to relax and curled up closer to her friend as they both sipped their brandies.

François had not said a word since his wife arrived. He watched the women as he finished his drink. He abruptly stood and declared it had been a long day and he was retiring for the evening. Approaching Sofia and Anne, he leaned over and gave both a peck on the cheek.

“Bonne nuit, mon amour, ma mie… I will see you both in the morning.”

The women sat outside for another hour talking about what a wonderful evening it had been. Anne gave Sofia the inside scoop on all the guests and was delighted to hear how much Sofia enjoyed the company of Mylène.

“Well I’m pleased to say I had a nice conversation with Mylène when I escorted her to her room. She thought you were a joy and Alex was a fine young man! She actually hoped that you both could make time to visit her in the future.”

Sofia gushed. “I hope we’ll be able to do that. I really love it here, Anne. I hope Alex and I are able to visit again.”

“I can assure you, both of you will always be welcome. Now, shall we go to bed ma chérie? It’s getting late and you can be sure that Mylène will be pounding on our doors to wake us if we do not join her for breakfast!”

Chapter 2 – Capricieux

The sun was peeking around the edges of the window shades. Looking at his phone, Alex saw it was almost 7:00 AM. Still early after the late evening, but he was famished and wondered if he could sneak into the kitchen and find a bite to eat before anyone else awoke.

Sofia was fast asleep beside him. He had heard her come to bed just after 1:00 AM, and figured she would be in bed for at least another hour or two. He slipped on a t-shirt and loose-fitting cotton boxers, before heading off in search of food.

Entering the kitchen, Alex saw Anne standing at the counter with her back to him. She was pouring herself a coffee from a large carafe and was apparently getting ready to start her day.

Christ, thought Alex, when does this poor woman sleep? He tried not to startle her as he quietly greeted her, “Bonjour Anne. You’re up early.”

Anne turned and Alex saw she was wearing an open robe over a cream-coloured satin nightie. Alex could easily make out the shape of her nipples and even her pubis through the thin material. Anne saw Alex, came right over and embraced him in a warm hug.

“Alex! Bonjour, mon beau!”

Alex was pleasantly surprised to feel her breasts pressing into his chest. Pulling him even closer, he soon felt her mons pressed against his groin.

After a few moments, she finally let up on her embrace. Alex leaned back slightly and could easily make out the outline of her nipples. They were obviously very hard!

“You like them, don’t you?”

Alex was taken by surprise, “What? Uhm, no, I…” He started to protest, but then stopped. She had obviously caught him staring.

Instead he answered, “Yes. I like them very much, Anne. I like you very much. I can’t begin to tell you how sexy I find you.”

“I’m glad. You are a very handsome young man, Alex. What woman wouldn’t find you sexy, too?

Alex was excited but also tentative that they were talking about how sexy they found each other. She still had not released him from her embrace and his cock was beginning to harden. His manhood was pressed up against Anne’s stomach and she could feel him stiffening. She was thrilled to feel his cock responding.

Alex was still feeling nervous and eventually broke their embrace. When he took a slight step back, Anne boldly stared down towards his crotch. She was very pleased to see his cock straining against his boxers. He appeared to be well endowed!

“Why don’t we go to the salon, where it’s more private, Alex?”

Alex was very tempted. He wanted nothing more. He couldn’t believe how how much he wanted this beautiful older woman. He hadn’t felt like this in a long time, and he had certainly never felt this way about a woman who was old enough to be his mother!

Craving her touch, he leaned in towards her and soon they were deep in embrace and kissing passionately, once more.

Fuck! Alex thought to himself. Knowing his wife and François were just upstairs and could come down at anytime terrified him. He wavered and eventually broke their kiss. Once more, he stepped back and this time, he released the beautiful woman, letting his arms fell to his side.

“I don’t think it’s a good idea Anne. Sofia or François could come down, and well… it’s just…”

Anne smiled at his hesitation and replied, “Very well mon tendre, maybe next time.” She would not beg him. Instead, she gently touched his cheek, then rose up on her toes and kissed him lightly on his lips.

Anne bid him goodbye and left to enjoy her coffee in the salon, alone.

 

***

 

Within the hour, François, Sofia and Mylène had joined Anne and they were now all in the kitchen having breakfast.

Alex had gone back to bed after his encounter with Anne. Fortunately, he did not encounter anyone on his way back to their guest room. He didn’t know how he would have explained his erection had he run into someone along the way. He quickly fell back asleep, with thoughts of the sexy older woman feeding his dreams.

Now relaxing at the pool, François was going over the route they would be taking to Bordeaux the following day. Originally intending to head back to Cannes after lunch, Mylène had agreed to stay one more night and would leave instead the following day. This news especially delighted Sofia as it meant she would get to hear more of the octogenarian’s wonderful tales.

Alex finally joined them by the pool at around eleven. By then he was ravenous and extremely grateful when Anne and Sofia offered to put together a plate of patisseries and coffee for him, which he ate at the pool.

The rest of the afternoon was spent leisurely. They would periodically dip into the pool to cool off and François took Alex down to the water’s edge where they went for a lengthy walk along the beach. They all had a late lunch in the kitchen and then Anne recommended they take a nap before dinner that evening.

 

***

 

A limousine arrived to pick the group up at seven and drove them to L’Epuisette in the 7th arrondissement, The Michelin-rated restaurant boasted beautiful sea views and was renowned for its fresh bouillabaisse.

They enjoyed a wonderful meal together, while Mylène kept them entertained with scandalous tales of France’s rich and famous.

When they had finished their last course and were quietly sipping their cafes, Anne suggested they head back to the house for a night cap. Since they had a long drive ahead the following morning, they all agreed it would be a good idea to have an early night.

Chapter 3 – Pas de Trois

The travellers had an eight hour drive to Toulouse and planned for an early breakfast and departure. Mylène joined everyone for breakfast and told them she would be leaving as soon as her driver arrived for the short trip back to Cannes.

When it was time for the two couples to leave, they bid farewell to Mylène. Sofia teared up and readily agreed when Mylène insisted that their next trip to France must include a trip to Cannes.

François and Alex had previously loaded the SUV with the luggage, so they were on the road at a decent time. Their hope was to arrive in Bordeaux before dinner time, that evening.

The first 3 hours of the drive highlighted the beautiful scenery of the Mediterranean. The winding road took them along the coast as far as Narbonne. Their journey saw them pass through the national park in Carmargue and quaint fishing villages like Salon-de-Provence and Aigues-Morte.

They stopped for a quick lunch in Sète, a port city in Occitanie. Because they were ahead of schedule, François suggested they make a quick excursion to the top of Mont St Clair to see the spectacular views of the city and the all readily agreed.

Sofia and Alex were particularly excited about the “off-the-beaten-path” sightseeing opportunity. The pair took dozens of photos, while enjoying the breathtaking scenery from the mountain top.

Heading back to where they had parked the SUV, François asked Alex to drive for a while. François said they had about 4 more hours of travel ahead, however passing through Toulouse may slow them down if they hit it at rush hour. Alex seemed to take that as a personal challenge and soon had the big SUV travelling down the autoroute at an impressive clip.

They arrived at their destination, the hotel des Quinconces just after 5:00 PM. Located in the heart of Bordeaux, the luxury boutique hotel was once the former Consulate of the United States and and a stately 19th century home. Using her travel connections, Anne had managed to secure the hotel’s two prestigious rooms, Jatoba and Noyer.

With a suggestion from the concierge, they decided they would walk to a local restaurant later that evening for a late dinner of tapas. The concierge secured them a reservation for 8:30 PM at Casa Gaïa. They agreed to meet in the lobby at eight and walk over to the restaurant.

The bellhop showed them to their room and after settling in and putting their luggage away, Sofia decided to take a nap. Alex however, wanted to explore the hotel and told his wife he would be back in an hour or two.

 

***

 

At eight, the couples met in the hotel lobby. Casa Gaïa was only a kilometre from the hotel. It was a beautiful evening, and the four decided to walk to the restaurant. When they arrived, the host showed them to a table in the inner courtyard.

They sampled many of the wonderful courses the restaurant offered. Their meals were all made with organic ingredients, grown in the area. Paired with several bottles of local wines, their dinner went late into the evening. It was just before midnight when they finally headed back to their hotel.

Not ready for the evening to end, Anne invited the couple to their suite for a nightcap. Sofia readily agreed, but Alex declined. The long day travelling and multiple glasses of wine had caught up to him. Not having a nap earlier, he was dead-tired and ready to crash.

When Sofia reluctantly declined the offer and said she would go back to their suite with her husband, Anne immediately interjected.

“Nonsense! Alex won’t mind if you join us for a drink. You’ll be in good hands and we’ll be sure you get home safely. Isn’t that right, Alex?

“Uhm, yeah sure, that’s fine. You go have a nightcap, babe. I’m just gonna crash, anyway.”

“Are you sure, darling? I am still wide awake and would love to spend more time with them.”

“Of course, babe.”

With that settled, the four of them walked to the younger couple’s suite. Anne and François waited in the living room, while Alex and Sofia disappeared into the bedroom. While Alex was eager to climb straight into bed, Sofia, at Anne’s suggestion was going to change into more comfortable attire.

While they waited, Anne asked her husband to head up to their own suite to order some Champagne from room service. She said she would wait for Sofia so the two woman could walk back together.

When Sofia came out of the bedroom, she declared, “Alex is already fast asleep!”

“Très bien,” Anne replied. Noticing that her young friend had changed into yoga pants and a sweatshirt, she frowned. “Sofia! Are you exercising? Put on your peignoir so you can be comfortable. S’il te plaît, chérie.”

Sofia hesitated briefly and then did as the woman asked. When she returned, she was wearing the luxurious hotel bathrobe and her slippers. Anne linked her arm with her young friend as they headed off to join François.

 

***

 

Stepping into Anne and François’ room, Sofia saw it was around the same size as the suite she and Alex shared. It was just as lavishly furnished and it had a beautiful view of the hotel’s gardens. François welcomed the ladies in and Sofia could see he was also dressed in a bathrobe.

Anne excused herself and declared she was going to freshen up in the toilette.

François had opened a bottle of Krug Grande Cuvee Brut and poured three glasses. He gestured for Sofia to sit in one of the two armchairs while they waited for Anne to return.

When Anne emerged several minutes later, she had also donned the hotel robe. She had removed her makeup and Sofia once again noted what a beautiful woman her friend was. Almost sixty, her skin was still flawless and she could easily pass for a woman ten or fifteen years younger.

François handed his wife a glass of Champagne and kissed her lovingly on the lips. The kiss lingered for several minutes and Sofia quickly found herself getting aroused by the couple’s loving display.

When their kiss ended, Anne sat on the edge of the bed and had a sip from the glass. She spoke to her husband, “Mmm… delightful! What about Sofia, mon loup? She doesn’t even have a glass of Champagne, yet!”

François quickly grabbed another glass for Sofia and took it to her. Instead of handing her the glass, he extended his hand and pulled her to her feet. He repeated the ritual he had shared with his wife and embraced Sofia as they shared an intimate kiss.

When François released her, Sofia looked to Anne, unsure of the reaction she would find. Anne was clearly not upset, as she was now reclining on the bed. She had placed two pillows atop one another and propped herself against them with her legs outstretched. Watching them from across the room, she seemed to be pleased with their interaction.

“Why don’t you sit and enjoy your Champagne, ma chérie? François, you sit too darling. I can see you both better and we can all talk, oui?”

Sofia sat back down in the oversized armchair and took a large mouthful of Champagne, hoping it would calm her nerves. François sat in the other chair and calmly sipped from his glass as he stared at the gorgeous woman sitting across from him.

While they chatted, Anne casually moved her right hand inside the lapel of her robe and placed it on her breast. Despite carrying on a normal conversation with Sofia, it was obvious from her movements that she was caressing herself.

Sofia found it difficult to hold up her end of the conversation. She watched expectantly when her friend slowly slipped the edge of the robe downward allowing her breast to come into view. With her breast now exposed, Anne continued to gently caress it, while focusing on the hard nipple.

The entire scene was incredibly exciting, but also very new to Sofia. While Anne and François seemed to be very comfortable with the situation, the idea of a threesome was foreign to the young woman.

Having just shared a passionate kiss with the handsome, older man and now watching his wife play with her breast, she took in her circumstances. It seemed rather surreal, however she was certain she wanted to be a part of it!

Looking again at her friend, Sofia saw she was now had a hold of both breasts. Anne’s nipples were both hard and her areola had darkened to a deep crimson. The older woman was twisting and pulling her nipples, and Sofia couldn’t help but gasp when Anne brought her finger and thumb together and pinched hard on the elongated nubs!

With her right hand continuing to roughly handle her breasts, Anne glided the left down to the belt of the robe and untied it. When she bent her left leg at the knee, the garment fell away. The movement exposed her vagina to François and Sofia!

No longer impeded by the robe, her hand snaked it’s way to the juncture of her spread legs. Under watchful eyes, she ran her fingers through her plentiful mound of pubic hair until they rested on her labia.

Sofia watched transfixed as Anne’s fingers slipped past her swollen lips and began to rub back and forth along her slit. Her movements were slow and deliberate. When her fingers began to draw widening circles, her labia gradually spread apart, revealing her wet opening.

Knowing the young woman was watching her pleasure herself, excited Anne as much as her fingers did. Soon she was sliding her fingers vigorously over her pussy. Her palm was mashed against her mons, and she began wiggling her middle finger around her opening.

Anne heard her friend gasp once more when she slid her finger further back and started to tease her anus. Her fingers were wet from her pussy and she used them to play with her rosebud.

Sofia was fascinated by Anne’s attention to her anus. She was thrilled when she saw the tip of her index finger enter the tight opening. Anne spent several minutes playing with her rear hole and eventually had her finger buried to the first knuckle.

She teased her anus for a few minutes longer before she returned to playing with her pussy. Her middle finger once again slid between the soft petals as she spread the lips to open herself. When her fingertip found her clit, she began massaging the sensitive little nub with tiny circular motions.

Anne’s pleasure was obvious. She had laid her head back on the pillows. With her eyes tightly shut and her lips pursed together, she rubbed her clit with one hand, and continued to pull and twist her nipples with the other.

Watching her friend masturbate was one of the most erotic things Sofia had ever seen!

François, was content to observe Sofia as she watched his wife masturbate. He could tell she was fascinated by the display and it was obviously making her very aroused.

That was good, because he was getting horny himself, and was anxious to move things along. Grasping the belt of his robe, he untied it.

He reached into his robe, and like his wife had done earlier, he began to caress himself. His hand was wrapped around his penis as he casually stroked the shaft. The movement eventually caused his robe to separate.

Sofia noticed the movement and she shifted her gaze from Anne to François. He had his cock gripped firmly in his hand and she saw he was stroking himself.

Eyeing his now hard penis, the young woman was somewhat surprised to see he was not very well endowed. His penis was only 4 or 5 inches long, and perhaps average thickness.

“Sofia?” Anne called out. “Go to him. Take off your peignoir and let François see you.”

Never taking her eyes off François, Sofia rose from her chair and allowed the robe to fall from her shoulders. Anne was pleased to see she was naked underneath it. When she had told her to change into her robe, she was afraid she would leave on her undergarments.

With her robe crumpled on the floor, Sofia walked the short distance to François. When she reached him, she knelt between his feet so she could watch him masturbate.

For several minutes she didn’t move. She simply watched as his hand moved slowly up and down his penis. She had never watched a man masturbate before. She had asked Alex to, but he always refused, ridiculously insisting that he never jerked off.

As François moved his hand up and down his shaft, a small drop of precum formed at the tip. She was tempted to snake her tongue out so she could taste him. Instead, she continued to watch, her desire building with his every stroke.

“Do you like to watch, ma chérie? Do you like seeing how hard you make it?”

“Mmmm… I love watching you masturbate, François. No man has ever done that for me before. Your cock is beautiful.”

Still watching the interaction between Sofia and her husband, Anne reached across the bed towards the nightstand. From the drawer, she pulled out a large dildo and a tube of lubricant.

She proceeded to spread lube on the toy and then placed a small dollop directly on her vagina. Using her fingers, she made small circles around her entrance as she spread the lube about.

When she was ready, she looked down at her pussy and slowly placed the head against her labia. Looking back at François and Sofia, she slid the toy back and forth along her opening. During each pass, she allowed the tip to gently press against her hole before restarting the motion and teasing herself once more.

At François’ urging, Sofia stood. He reached out, and placed one hand on her lower back and one on her belly. François couldn’t help but admire the beautiful woman standing naked before him. His fingertips lightly caressed the soft skin of her belly. His right hand lingered just above her bottom and he lightly traced his fingers along her spine.

“Magnifique,” he whispered. It had been quite some time since he had touched a woman other than Anne. He looked up at the young woman’s face. Her eyes were closed and she was lightly biting her lower lip.

Emboldened by her obvious desire and her willingness to proceed, François explored further. His left hand slowly rose higher, towards her incredible breasts. Sofia squirmed slightly from his gentle touch. He could hear her breathing now, excited at the prospect of what would come next.

His own breath caught, as his hand slowly caressed her left breast. It was soft and heavy in his hand. He lifted and squeezed it gently. When he lightly pinched her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, Sofia let out a moan.

“Oh, Sofia. Tes seins sont exquis.”

Sofia responded to his compliment by arching her back. She was offering her breasts to him. They were now mere inches from his face and she longed for him to touch them, to kiss them! Her breasts were full and natural and her nipples had hardened and clearly puckered with excitement. They stood out prominently, begging for his attention.

François fondled her soft flesh and this time it was he who moaned. Her breasts were absolutely the softest thing he had ever touched. He moved to the edge of his seat to get closer.

When they were within reach, his mouth attached to the nipple of her left breast and he greedily sucked it in. He roughly played his tongue over it for several seconds before he again took the tip into his mouth and softly bit it. Sofia groaned loudly in response.

“Yesss! Like that, François. Suck my nipples!”

François’ oral skills were masterful. He deliberately alternated between sucking, licking and biting her engorged nipples until she was moaning nonstop. His manipulations brought her such pleasure, her legs began to shake and she had to rest her arms on his shoulders to steady herself.

When he abruptly stopped and let her breast fall from his mouth, Sofia opened her eyes to see why. François was looking right back at her. He reached up to cup her chin and pulled her face towards his. Their kiss began quite gently. Their lips first lightly grazed and then their tongues tentatively touched each other. Soon they began to kiss as lovers.

When he ended the kiss ended, François continued to draw his lips down her neck. He softly nibbled his way over the slope of her breast, until he was once again bathing her hard nipple with his tongue.

François was in heaven. Her breasts were indeed magnificent. Perhaps more so than any woman he had been with. It delighted him that that Sofia was obviously enjoying his sucking as much as he did.

Her moans encouraged him! With his right hand, François began rubbing her lower back, while making a sloppy figure eight pattern. With each pass, his hand found its way closer to her bottom and he was soon tracing his fingers over her bum crack. When he used his fingers to begin probing between her cheeks, Sofia took a small step back, momentarily breaking contact.

She gently pushed him back in his seat and he was worried that she was about to end their fun. Instead, she did something that surprised him. She spread her legs slightly and placed her hands on the inside of her thighs, sliding them up towards her pussy.

Using the fingers of both hands, she spread her generous labia, showing him that she was very wet. She looked at François matter-of-factly, as she then cupped her sex and smiled at him.

“Do you like it, François? Do you want it?”

“Mmm. Oui. Je veux te manger, Sofia.”

Sofia brought her left hand to cup her breast as she continued to caress her pussy with the right. She wanted to put on a show to rival Anne’s! Her fingers once again spread her labia and she played with her opening.

When she slowly started to move her fingers in and out, he could hear the sucking of her wet flesh and was immediately hit by the intoxicating scent of her sex! François was at a loss for words. This incredible woman was half his age and she was standing before him opening her pussy for him. He felt like the luckiest man in the world.

Tempted to dive right in to taste her womanhood, he instead took a moment to absorb her beauty. Her mound was topped with a light tuft of neatly trimmed pubic hair. It was quite sparse and perhaps slightly darker than the hair on her head.

The rest of her nether regions appeared to be smooth. Her lips were spread in a generous display of soft pink skin. They glistened with her juices and he once again breathed in the delicate aroma. Her arousal was obvious.

Not yet done with her lewd display, Sofia again slowly spread her pussy lips and opened herself fully to François’ gaze. He could now see her opening. The very place he soon hoped would envelope his hard cock!

Using two fingers, Sofia rubbed up and down her slit several times. Stopping at her opening, she gradually worked both fingers into her pussy.

A gasp escaped her lips when her fingers bottomed out and they were fully ensconced in her warm tunnel. When she removed her fingers, they glistened with her juices.

“Je suis très mouillée pour toi,” she said as she offered her fingers to François.

François eagerly complied and licked the juices off her slender fingers. Her taste only made him want more. Not satisfied with just licking the juices from her fingers, he needed to taste her pussy.

Patience was no longer an option for François. He reached out and firmly grasped her ass and pulled her roughly towards him. His mouth eagerly found its way to her sex.

“Yesss,” she cried as soon as she felt his tongue touch her. Sofia was hyper-sensitive from his earlier manipulations of her breasts. The mere touch of his tongue on her pussy almost brought her to climax!

François was encouraged by her response. He began tonguing her with soft and tender licks until her clitoris was hard. When he felt she was sufficiently aroused, he began to alternate between long, lazy strokes before switching to short flicks using only the hard tip of his tongue.

He let her moans guide him and he reacted to what she seemed to enjoy most. He moved his tongue from side to side, up and down or in circular motions to see what she liked best. When he lightly began to tap with the tip of his tongue on the head of her clitoris, Sofia clutched his head and held him tightly against her pussy.

François knew she was teetering on the edge of an orgasm. He rolled up his tongue in attempt to stiffen it and roughly pushed it into her opening. He sawed it in and out, trying to probe deeper with every thrust.

When his tongue was inside her as far as could manage, he rubbed it along the sensitive inner walls of her pussy. The movements soon brought forth a string of obscenities and moans from Sofia.

“Oh, fuck… mmm, yesss, oh fuck, right there, ohhh, yesss…”

François decided it was time to give the young woman relief. He sucked in her clitoris and simultaneously began to flick it with his tongue. Continuing to stimulate her clit, he placed his left hand on her pubic mound and gently pressed. With his right hand, he lightly caressed her upper thighs.

The young woman’s moans grew louder and her body writhed beneath his skillful tongue and gentle hands. When her orgasm started, Sofia had never experienced anything like it. Her body jerked and she began to flood his mouth with her juices.

François held her tightly throughout her orgasm and never let up on his assault of her pussy. When her legs could no longer hold her upright, the besotted housewife slumped over and allowed François to support her. Only when he sensed the diminishing tremors of her climax were done, did François gradually ease his attack.

Several moments later, her legs finally stopped quivering and Sofia felt she had regained a semblance of her strength. She slowly disengaged and stood. Realizing it was still too soon, she quickly grabbed François’ shoulder for support.

“Oh my god… that was incredible, François. I’ve never come so hard. Thank you. My legs feel like rubber… I can hardly stand! Oh my god…”

“You are an incredible woman, Sofia. It was my pleasure… I can assure you, ma chérie, I enjoyed it as much as you. Ta chatte est magnifique.”

Movement on the bed prompted Sofia to look towards Anne. She saw her friend had moved so that her head was now at the foot of the bed. The older woman was closer to the couple and she had been watching intently as François’ tongue had brought Sofia to an earth-shattering orgasm.

Anne never said a word to either of them. Sofia saw that she was rubbing the fat dildo along her pussy. It was shiny and wet. Sofia wondered curiously if it was lubricant or the woman’s own juices that had made it so slick.

She watched as the Anne directed the thick, black dick’s curved end so it was pointed down and she eased it into the folds of her pussy. The tip was now right at the entrance and with very little effort, she pushed it into her hole. She kept pushing until the fat head of the dildo forced it’s way into her opening.

Anne paused for a moment as she allowed herself to get accustomed to the size. When she was ready, she wiggled it back and forth and with a steady push, she soon had 3-4 inches buried in her pussy.

Sofia was unsure of how much of the dildo she intended to fit in her pussy, but it was already in as far as François could ever reach and it was easily twice as thick as his cock! It looked as though she had taken less than half of it. As she watched, Anne continued to gradually work the phallus in and out and within minutes it was buried to the hilt. A full 8 inches!

Anne slowly drew the fake cock out of her pussy and rubbed across her clit. She repeated the motion several times before she moved the rounded tip back to the entrance to her cunt. She worked it back into her opening and this time it went in much easier.

She again started to remove it, but when it was almost out, she instead quickly plunged it back in. The movement elicited a deep groan from the woman.

Soon she was using the big, black dildo like a cock as she plunged it in and out of her pussy. She developed a steady rhythm and each downward thrust brought a guttural moan. Anne’s legs were fully splayed and her hand was a blur as she fucked herself with abandon.

With one hand manipulating the dildo, Anne lowered her other hand to clit. She used her finger and thumb to pinch the soft folds of flesh that nestled her clit, causing it to prominently stick out.

She then used her index finger to rub the protruding nub. Her eyes were tightly closed and she sucked in her breath when her finger flicked the super-sensitive knot of flesh. All the while she played with her clit, her other hand never missed a beat as the dildo continued to fuck in and out of her pussy to a steady rhythm.

Anne’s moans became nonstop as she flicked her clit relentlessly and picked up the pace of the dildo gloriously fucking her. Suddenly, she arched her back, drew in a deep breath, and used both hands to hold the fake cock deep in her pussy.

When François noticed the intense look of concentration spread across her face, he knew her orgasm was near.

When she climaxed, it was with a long drawn out moan. Her entire body was by now, covered by a thin coat of perspiration. Grabbing the base of the dildo, she pulled it from her pussy. When the head came free, it was accompanied by an audible pop.

Sofia saw that the dildo was absolutely soaked and there was an obvious wet mark on the comforter, directly under Anne’s ass. Holy shit, Sofia thought. She must be a squirter!

François pulled Sofia into his lap and they were soon kissing passionately. As they kissed, François moved his hands again to her breasts. His caresses soon had her nipples hard and the young woman began to squirm on his lap.

He dropped his right hand to her hip and he rubbed around her belly, but he did not touch her vagina. As before, he was teasing her, deliberately building up her desire.

Sofia had her arms wrapped around his neck. When he began to caress her breasts, she dropped her hand to their laps. She slid her hand up his thigh in search of his cock.

When she found it, he was still very hard and she was soon masturbating him vigorously. She thumbed a large dollop of his precum and proceeded to smear it all over the head of his penis.

At François urging, they broke their kiss. Sofia straddled him, her legs resting on either side of his. Before she could lower herself into his lap, François reached up with his hand and cupped her pussy.

She was dripping with excitement and he used her juices to add to the precum she had spread on his penis. She looked down to see he had his cock in his right hand and was lining it up with her vagina.

“Je veux te baiser. Shall I fuck you now, ma chérie?”

“Mmm… please, François. Tu me fais mouiller. Fuck me now. I need you!”

François was rubbing his cock up and down Sofia’s slit. When he finally slipped his cock into Sofia, she threw her head back and hissed. “Yessss!”

With one push, he was fully enveloped by her pussy. She ground herself into his groin and she immediately felt the base of his very hard cock pressed against her clit. Her body started to tremble and she had her first orgasm.

They had barely moved, yet she was so excited, that she couldn’t help herself. She couldn’t describe the feeling. His was probably the smallest penis that she had ever had, but it was also the hardest and it felt amazing!

François waited a few moments then started to steadily thrust up with his hips. In and out his hard cock went. On each upstroke, Sofia would grind forcefully back against him. The movement caused her clitoris to roughly rub against the hardness. Each thrust would send another a jolt through her body.

Within minutes she was building to another orgasm. Her moans were matched to the tempo of François’ thrusts. François began to speed up. As the rhythm became faster, he was getting closer to climax. His hips were now thrusting in short, rapid movements.

Sofia hunched over and watched as his cock pistoned in and out of her body. Her own orgasm was upon her and her legs began to shake uncontrollably.

François whispered to Sofia, “Mmm. Mon amour, ta chatte est magnifique. Je veux Jouir, I’m going to fill your pussy, Sofia.”

“Ungh, ungh. Do it François. Je veux votre sperme. Ungh. Baise moi. Come in my pussy.”

François groaned loudly, and with a final thrust he shot his come deep into the young housewife. He kept jerking, five, six, seven times, and with each spurt Sofia responded,

“Oh yes, do it, come in my pussy!”

Sofia lay atop François, their bodies intertwined, her breathing still heavy from her climax. Her head rested upon this shoulder and she opened her eyes to look at Anne.

Her friend was staring back at her, a knowing glint in her eyes and a slight smile on her face. Her robe had been discarded and she was lying naked atop the comforter. Her body was still shiny with sweat despite coming down from her own orgasm several minutes previously.

Sofia slowly sat up and gave François a loving kiss on the lips. Gathering her strength, she disengaged from François, and using the chair to help herself she stood. She reached for her robe and began to put it on.

“I’ve got to get back while Alex is still asleep. If he wakes up and I’m not there he’ll ask why I’m so late.”

Anne got up from the bed, walked to Sofia and stopped her from pulling on the robe. The young woman turned to her friend, puzzled. Anne took her into her arms and hugged her. François watched with interest as Sofia’s breasts pressed tightly against his wife’s and their arms wrapped around each other tightly.

“Come. You must have a shower and get cleaned up before you return to Alex. If you go back looking like this and he is awake, he will have questions, oui?”

Anne walked with Sofia towards the bathroom. François had been turned on by the sight of the two naked woman hugging and was eager to join them in the shower. However, when he stood and made to follow, Anne shook her head no.

Disappointed, but understanding that his wife wanted to be alone with the young woman, François relented. Instead he poured himself another glass of Champagne, turned on the television and tried to imagine what the women were up to in the shower.

Chapter 4 – Tentatrice

It was their last full day in Bordeaux and the couples hadn’t made any plans for the day. They were having breakfast, and reminiscing over the wonderful week they had spent together. Sofia was lamenting that their time together had been far too short.

Throughout the week, they had spent their days going to local vineyards or shopping at the luxury shops in town. Their evenings were spent eating and drinking in many of the area’s wonderful restaurants.

Every night after dinner, they would walk to L’Orangerie and enjoy a nightcap. The bar was a short stroll from their hotel and was a great place to unwind after spending the day out and about.

When they returned to the hotel at the end of the evening, they would bade each other good night and share hugs, but there was no hint of impropriety. Alex was certainly unaware of the tryst his gorgeous wife had with their friends.

Sofia suggested they spend the day just relaxing at the hotel. Since she and Alex would be flying back to Canada the next morning, she did not want to go sightseeing. As Anne and François would be making the long drive back to Marseille tomorrow also, François readily agreed with her suggestion.

Anne however, had other ideas. Not wanting to spend her last day at the hotel, she declared they could stay there and relax but she wanted to visit the nearby Jardin botanique de Bordeaux.

After a brief discussion, Alex agreed to accompany Anne to the public gardens. Sofia and François could spend the day relaxing at the hotel and that evening the four would meet up for dinner together.

Alex and Anne agreed to meet up after they returned to their rooms to change and freshen up. From the hotel, it was a short walk to the Garonne where they would then catch the Bat ferry across the river.

 

***

 

As they walked up Rue Léonce Motelay, Anne intertwined her arm with Alex. Pedestrians and shoppers crowded the sidewalks, moving in and out of the shops or trying to cross the road. The noise of cars, taxis and scooters was deafening.

When they reached Allée Jean Giono, Anne turned, pulling Alex with her. This road seemed immediately quieter. It was like the public gardens had a calming effect on pedestrians and traffic, alike. A slight breeze rustled the leaves and the sun peeked through the large maples.

When Alex thought they would cross the street to the garden’s entrance, Anne instead stopped in front of a luxurious Renaissance apartment building.

Alex looked at her questioningly, and Anne explained. “An old friend owns a pied-à-terre in the building. It has a lovely view over the gardens I wanted to show you the perspective of the gardens from above, before we tour it.”

“That sounds great, Anne. I’d like to see it.”

They smiled at one another and exchanged small talk on the elevator. Anne was dressed in a white linen slip dress, Alex caught the occasional glimpse of her toned legs. My god, she is a truly beautiful woman, he thought to himself.

Anne explained the apartment belonged to a friend who was away in Paris for the week. Alex stood at the third floor window looking out across the street at the gardens. He could see the public space was already getting busy. Anne came up behind him and put her arms around him.

“I want to thank you for coming with me, Alex.”

“I’m glad I’m here with you, Anne. Thanks for inviting me.”

Alex turned his head towards her and Anne tilted her mouth up to kiss him. Their kiss intensified quickly and Alex shifted so he could fully face her. Their tongues intertwined and Anne put a hand around Alex’s neck to draw him in tighter. Her other hand dropped to his ass and she squeezed it firmly.

Alex in turn, slid his right hand up from her hip and cupped her breast. Her nipple hardened at his touch. He lowered his left hand down to softly caress her bottom.

Anne brought her other hand to his ass and and pulled him closer. Her groin was now mashed against his. Just like that day back in her kitchen, she felt his rapidly hardening penis pressing into her stomach.

Anne’s longing was taking control. She traced her right hand from his ass to his groin. When she found the bulge of his manhood, she roughly squeezed it through his pants. She undid his belt with one hand, then popped the button of his pants and yanked the zipper down.

Neither had the patience to savour the moment or to go slow. Anne stopped kissing him so she could remove his pants. Grabbing both his pants and underwear, she yanked them down in one motion. Alex stepped back so he could kick away the tangled garments lying at his feet.

Anne’s eyes locked on the hard cock before her. She reached for him, but before she could wrap her hand around his rigid manhood, Alex had swooped her up in his strong arms and was carrying her to the bed.

Laying her down in the middle of the large mattress, he stepped back and pulled his polo over his head. Anne admired his muscular chest and flat stomach. He was very fit now, certainly more so than when they met last year.

She stared longingly at his cock. He had a very beautiful penis. It was a little longer and thicker than average, with a large mushroom head. She knew it would fill her nicely.

Now fully nude, Alex looked at Anne and grinned, “You’re still dressed.”

“I’m admiring you Alex. You’re an extraordinary handsome man.”

“Thank you. I’m also an extraordinary horny man! Are you going to get naked? I’d like to admire you too…”

Anne laughed and quickly reached behind her back to unzip her dress. Pulling it over her head, she balled it up and threw it on a chair. She laid back on the bed. She was almost nude, save for her white French-cut silk panties. Alex wasted no time and joined her on the large bed.

Anne had left the French doors ajar and the sound of traffic and voices passing by echoed through the opening. A soft spring breeze found its way into the room and washed over their naked bodies. It almost felt like they were outside and that added to their excitement.

Alex kissed and nibbled at her breasts and neck. When he sat up and grabbed the waistband of her panties, Anne lifted her bottom off the bed to make removing them easier. Although she kept her pubic hair trimmed, it was quite full. It was blonde and thickly covered her entire mound.

Alex found her bush sexy and he immediately began touching, kissing and licking her. He took his time and enjoyed both her taste and scent. She was intoxicating!

While his tongue slowly played over her labia, his fingers eventually found their way way into her pussy. Multiple times he brought her to the edge of orgasm. When he used his tongue to concentrate on her clit, he began to work his fingers rapidly in and out of her hole.

Her climax shook her to her soul and she moaned incoherently.

“Oh Alex… Je suis très mouillée. Lèche ma chatte, Alex. Oh, oui… Je veux jouir, Alex. I’m coming, oui… I’m coming, ungh…”

Alex was pleased he had made her come so quickly. He would have been very happy to stay there and continue to love her with his mouth and fingers, but Anne had other ideas.

She lifted his head from her pussy and pulled him to lie atop her.

“Mmmm… Alex, allez-y. Blaise-moi. Come Alex, fuck me. I need you.”

Alex kissed his way up her stomach, where he dwelled on her breasts for several moments. At her urging, he moved on to her neck and finally ending at her lips, where they once again engaged in a long passionate kiss.

Anne could taste herself on him. His face and his chin were still sticky with her juices.

Alex brought his hips upwards until he was kneeling between her legs. Using his hand, he guided himself to her vagina and began to rub his cock up and down her slit. There was really no need. She was extremely wet, and more than ready for him.

When he lined up with her opening and gently pushed, she simply sighed “Ohhh Alex.”

Her young lover took his time, allowing Anne to get accustomed to his size. When his cock was finally engulfed by her warm pussy, Alex started a slow and steady tempo. The sensation was wonderful and it wasn’t long before his rhythm started to speed up.

Anne was meeting him thrust for thrust and in short time their pace was frenzied. Alex was grunting with each push and was very close to coming. Anne too was on the verge of coming and her moans became pitched.

“Ohhh, oui, oui, oui, ohhh, Alex, oui.”

“Ungh, I’m coming, Anne, I’m coming.”

“Oui Alex, come in me, Alex.”

After several minutes, Alex rolled off of her and apologized. “I’m sorry I came so soon, Anne.”

“No need to apologize, I think that was what we both needed, mon beau” she said, smiling.

After a brief rest and some small talk, they were soon kissing each other again. When Anne rolled over onto her tummy, Alex wasted no time and he moved down so he could kiss her lovely bottom.

When he ran his tongue along her crack, Anne shivered and reached back with her hand. Grabbing a handful of his wavy hair, she guided him to her anus.

This was a new experience for Alex and he was mesmerized by her pink rosebud. He tentatively reached out with his tongue and touched it to the crinkled hole. Anne moaned and he was intrigued.

He began to lightly run his tongue over her anus and found it was not objectionable, at all. In fact, he rather liked it. It was a little musty, but very soft and the beautiful woman was obviously enjoying it immensely!

She seemed to twitch every time he ran his tongue over it. When he made his tongue stiff and used it to try to push into her anus, Anne let out a guttural moan and pushed back with her hips.

Alex wondered if he could make her climax by tonguing her back hole. He worked diligently on her anus. Using light, shallow penetrations with the tip and then switching to long drawn out laps up and down the entire surface with the flat of his tongue.

When the scent of her sexual arousal reached his nose, Alex knew that her pussy was also responding to his oral assault. Knowing he was pleasing Anne, he doubled his efforts.

As he continued to tongue her rosebud, he decided to turn things up a notch and he slid two fingers into her pussy. Her response was immediate as her toes curled and she shuddered.

Anne’s breathing got heavy and she began to pant when she felt her climax coming. It didn’t take long. The combination of stimulating her anus, massaging her g-spot, and rubbing her clit, Anne had her third orgasm of the day.

Alex was amazed that she had again came so hard. Barely able to wait for her to calm down from her climax, Alex quickly went back to work licking her ass. She tensed when he spread her cheeks, further opening her anus.

Alex made long gentle passes from her her clitoris to her anus. When she relented and allowed him to continue, he began to probe inside her asshole with his tongue. He slowly and sensuously tongued her opening and to his delight, she surrendered to her feelings.

Anne responded to Alex’s efforts by pushing her ass back against his face. She was trying to get his tongue deeper into her rectum. When he told her how sexy her asshole was, Anne let out a low, guttural moan in appreciation.

Alex knew she would probably be content for him to lick and worship her ass all afternoon. However, he wanted more. Coming this far, he yearned to invade her tiny hole with his hard shaft!

He stopped licking her and kneeled back. He had never had anal sex and he hoped she would be his first. Looking over her shoulder, Anne raised her ass up off the bed and offered herself to Alex, “Do you want to do it, Alex? Je suis prêt pour toi. Will you fuck my ass…”

Alex was shaking with excitement. Anne was soaking wet. She tucked her legs up to her breasts and lifted her ass higher, fully exposing her anus. Alex slipped the index finger of his left hand into her pussy and coated it liberally with her juices. Pressing the tip against her anus, she gasped when he slipped the finger past the ring and into her ass.

It was a tight fit.

Giving her a few moments to adjust to the intrusion, Alex then started to gently move it in and out. He would occasionally dip his finger back into her sopping pussy to re-lubricate it, as he finger-fucked her ass.

When her anus was slick with her juices, he added his middle finger. He slowly worked both fingers into her rectum, which brought another moan from Anne.

When she seemed to be comfortable with the additional thickness, Alex increased the speed of his fingers in her ass. The increased tempo elicited loader and more frequent moans from the sexy woman.

Her anus had opened considerably, but Alex knew his cock was much thicker than his two fingers. He was contemplating adding a third, when Anne turned and looked over her shoulder at him.

“Je suis prêt pour toi, Alex. Fuck my ass…”

Alex withdrew his fingers from her ass. He knelt between her thighs and placed his cock against her pussy. Gently, he entered her and thrust several times in and out. When he withdrew his cock, he could see it was well coated with her juices. He was ready.

Placing the fat head against her anus, he first made sure Anne was ready.

“Now, Anne?”

“Oui, Alex. Be gentle and let me control the pace. Comprenez vous?”

“Yes. I mean oui, I understand.”

She again looked over her shoulder and Alex could see the apprehension in her eyes.

He wanted to reassure her. He pressed forward slightly and her anus resisted. Still seeing the concern in her eyes, Alex waited. When she nodded, he applied more pressure. He repeated the process several times until the tip of his penis slipped into her opening. And then he waited again.

As her anus gradually relaxed, Alex felt a little more of his cockhead enter. Her rosebud was slowly stretching to accommodate him. When Anne slowly pushed back he was rewarded when the fat mushroom head slipped past the tight ring. Alex was amazed.

His cock was in her ass and it felt wonderful. He couldn’t help but give a slight push, but Anne’s gasp immediately froze him!

“Wait! Alex, don’t move.”

Afraid that she might put an end to the experience, Alex held perfectly still. That’s when he realized he had another problem. The tight ring of her anus had grasped his manhood. It felt amazing and if he wasn’t careful, the sensation was going to make him blow his load right then!

That alone was enough to keep him from moving. The lack of movement allowed him to settle down and her asshole to get accustomed to his girth. They were both benefiting for taking their time.

Finally, Anne signalled her readiness to carry on.

“Ok Alex, a little more. Remember not to push. Let me do it.”

She was looking at him and all he could do was nod in agreement. She eased back and another fraction of an inch slid into her.

“Oh, Alex. Your cock is so big. I need to go slow.”

For the next several minutes Alex refrained from thrusting and allowed Anne to control the pace. Little by little, she would push back and his cock slowly made its way into her rectum.

Alex knew having Anne control the pace was preventing him from coming. If she had left it to him, he doubted he could stop himself from grabbing her by the hips and slamming into her until he filled her with his come.

He was surprised to finally feel the soft skin of her ass pressed against his groin. They had done it! His cock was fully impaled in her ass and it twitched in response.

“We’re not done yet, Alex. Let me start the pace… when I’m ready for you to take control, you’ll know. Oui?”

Alex nodded in agreement and watched in awe as her firm ass began to slowly slide back and forth on his cock. The heat in her ass was intense. The friction from their movement was extreme! He had never felt anything so tight.

Anne had picked up the tempo and Alex was just feeling brave enough to move. Ever so slowly he began to move in and out of her. Although he was matching her movements, Anne was definitely controlling the tempo.

It was during a gentle thrust, he was met by a rather forceful push back by Anne. The resulting impact slapped Anne’s ass into his groin and a discernible hiss escaped Anne’s lips.

While Alex slowly pulled back, Anne moved away only a few inches before she once more slammed her ass back to meet his groin. This time she grunted when he was fully buried.

When she did it a third time, Alex, determined it was his lover’s way of letting him know he could now control the pace.

Grabbing Anne by her hips, he withdrew until only his head was in her rectum. He paused momentarily before swiftly slamming it back in to the hilt. Anne’s response was immediate.

“Ungh… oui, Alex. Like that. Fuck my ass, Alex… Ungh. Again.”

When she caught his eye, he noticed her earlier look of concern had now become one of pure desire. Her moans were nonstop and kept tune with the tempo of his thrusts.

“Mmmm… Oui, Alex, baise moi. Mmmm… Oui, fuck me, Alex. Fuck my ass. Mmmm…”

Anne reached between her legs with her hand and she began to play with her pussy. She furiously rubbed her clitoris as Alex continued to slam his hard cock in and out of her ass. The young man’s beautiful cock was filling her perfectly.

She was so close to orgasm. Using her thumb to manipulate her clit, she shoved her index and middle fingers deep into her pussy and began to saw them in and out. Her fingers worked in tune with Alex’s deep thrusts into her ass. The sensation sent her over the edge and she was overcome with another orgasm.

“Mmmm… Oui… ohhhh, oui… it’s so good, Alex. Mmmm, I’m going to come. Ohhhh, s’il te plait, come with me, Alex. Ohhhh, oui”

Her body convulsed as she climaxed. Alex had never seen a woman come so hard! He had stopped thrusting while she was in the throes of her orgasm.

Anne seemed content to lay still as her ass remained impaled by his still hard cock. When she eventually scooted forward slightly, Alex understand and leaned back on his hunches so his cock could escape her ass.

Rolling onto her side, her eyes locked on to his impressive hard on.

“You didn’t come, Alex?”

Alex collapsed onto the bed and laid on his side so he was facing her.

“I was trying so hard not to come until you did, that when it came time to, I couldn’t. But I enjoyed it immensely, believe me!”

Anne cupped his cheek and leaned in to kiss him. Such a thoughtful lover, she thought to herself.

“I don’t think you know this about me Alex, but I’m very competitive. I’m afraid to say that I take this as a challenge – I am going to make you come!”

With that, Anne sprung from the bed and headed to the washroom. She returned several minutes later with a warm washcloth. Although he was no longer hard, his cock was still thick and heavy. While Anne used the warm cloth to lovingly clean him, his cock soon returned to it’s hardened state.

Alex was clearly ready to fuck again and Anne wasted no time pushing him onto his back so she could straddle him. She briefly thought about lubrication when she placed the head of his cock against her waiting pussy. Spreading herself to welcome him in, she could feel her wetness and knew she was more than ready.