A Night in Paris
By Ursa Major (ursamajor69@hotmail.com)

Story codes: MF, MMM+F, wife, anal

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Disclaimer:
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This is a work of erotic fiction and should only viewed 
by adults. Minors and those who are easily offended 
should not proceed. Please remember that this a work of 
fantasy. The author does not advocate, encourage or 
promote real world practice of the acts depicted within, 
especially those which pertain to non-consensual or 
unprotected sex. 
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Lisa and I had the most perfect 2 weeks in Paris. We had 
been married for about 8 years, and approaching our late 
20's, we had decided to get have children, so this was 
our last big vacation for a while.

"What will we do tonight?" Lisa asked.

"Why don't we try out one of the clubs? Paris is pretty 
famous for it's night life", I replied.

"That sounds great. Just wait and I'll get ready."

With that, there was a flurry of activity as she pulled 
out clothes and shoes to find just the right look for our 
evening out. Eventually, she settled on a small black 
dress and a pair of black high-heeled shoes, both of 
which she had bought on one of our many shopping 
excursions during this vacation.

She looked magnificent in her new outfit - a classic look 
that suited her tall, lean body. The dress was rather 
short, and it showed off her soft, shapely thighs 
perfectly. She tied her hair into a long, blonde 
ponytail.

The concierge in the lobby pointed the way to the 
nightclub district, which was fortunately not too far 
away. I am sure I caught him staring at Lisa's butt as 
she wiggled out the front door of the hotel.

It was a Tuesday night, and the locals didn't really seem 
to be out and about. A few cafes and bars were opened, 
but none seemed to be well populated. Finally, we found 
one where there was a steady stream of well-dressed 
people entering. It had a simple black door and a 
discreet sign the bore the name 'Les Trois Amis' in 
flowing letters.

"Let's try this place," Lisa suggested. "It seems to be 
the most popular place on the street."

I shrugged my shoulders and followed her through the 
door. We were a bit confused, as there was only a narrow, 
softly lit staircase. We climbed the carpeted steps and 
reached a small, but very expensively furnished alcove 
where a pretty young woman sat at the desk.

"Bon soir, madamoiselle, monsieur," she greeted in a 
deep, sensuous voice. "Combien billet?"

"Umm, I'm sorry. Do you speak English?" I asked.

She stared at me blankly, indicating that she did not (or 
at least did not let on). She said a few more sentences, 
but we could not understand her. She smiled, and said 
more slowly "echangiste". She repeatedly this word a few 
more of times. 

"I think that she is trying to say we can change money 
here," I ventured.

"Yes, that word does sound like exchange, doesn't it?" 
Lisa concurred.

I pulled out a one hundred dollar note, and the woman 
behind the desk looked a bit surprised. She probably 
wasn't used to seeing such a big note. I proffered it 
again. She looked at both of us up and down, and her 
expression changed to that of approval.

"Tres bien, monsieur," she said as she gave me back about 
80 euros in change.

We were led down a corridor with dim, soft lighting. 
There were many rooms to either side of the hallway. She 
showed us into a room with a few chairs, some tables and 
a bar from where she served us some champagne. She left, 
leaving the door open. Faint music drifted in the air.

"Strange," I said. "There seemed to be so many people 
coming in here. I wonder where they all are."

"I don't know, but this champagne sure is nice," Lisa 
replied. "And these chairs are so comfortable."

We sat for a while, sipping our drinks. I finished mine 
before Lisa, and felt my bladder filling up. "I think I 
need to visit the toilet. Stay here, I'll be back soon. 
Don't get into any trouble when I'm gone!"

As I got up to left, some more people arrived at last. 
They walked into the room as I exited, mostly well 
dressed couples. I made my down the hallway in search of 
the toilets. I noticed that there were many paintings and 
prints on the walls. They were mostly of nudes, many of 
them I had seen in the Louvre earlier in the week. 
However, the further I went, the more raunchy the 
pictures became. All sorts of sex acts were depicted - 
straight sex, gay sex, group sex. I started to wonder 
whether you could call all this art, or was it just plain 
smut.

As I approached a pair of doors that were obviously the 
bathroom, a woman approached from the other direction. 
She was about 5 foot 3 with jet black hair cut into a 
neat bob.  She wore a very small red dress, with most of 
her breasts hanging out and the top of her red, sheer 
stockings clearly in view. She teetered towards me on 
impossibly high red shoes, her dark eyes locked onto 
mine. A bulge developed prominently in my pants.

I stood aside and let her past. She was even more 
gorgeous up close. As she minced away, she looked back at 
me, watching me enter the men's room.

It was damned hard trying to piss with a hard-on. It was 
a good 5 minutes before it settled down, and I could 
attend to my very full bladder. I washed my hands, and 
left.

As I opened the door, I was startled to see that same 
petite French woman standing just outside the toilets. 
She was standing there waiting...waiting for me!

She approached me and looked intently, stopping to stare 
at my crotch. She reached out and pushed be against the 
wall of the hallway with surprising strength for someone 
so small.

I was caught completely by surprise, and before I knew 
it, she had got down on her knees and was unzipping my 
fly with her dainty hands. She reached into the front of 
my trousers, and pulled my now raging prick.

She looked up at me and smiled a wicked smile, my cock in 
her hands. Still not having said a word and staring 
directly into my eyes, she took me into her mouth.

I let out an involuntary gasp as her warm, wet tongue 
played with my prick head. She started to bob her head 
backwards and forwards, working my penis deeper and 
deeper into her welcoming mouth, all the while staring at 
me with her dark, soulful eyes.

Just for that moment, the rest of the world did not 
exist. The only though in my brain was how wonderful this 
felt. But all of a sudden, I caught a glimpse of 
something shiny her left hand as it stroked up and down 
my shaft.

My God, I thought, this hot woman was married. What if 
her husband suddenly comes out here and finds us.

Then I thought, "Forget that! What if Lisa comes out 
here!"

Much as I hated to do it, I knew I had to stop. I gently 
pushed her away. She said something to me in French, but 
I did not understand. I just shook my head and dressed 
myself again. She looked disappointed as I walked away.

As I walked back, wondering if I should have let her keep 
going, I passed by an open door. When I looked inside, I 
saw a room not unlike the one that Lisa and I had been 
sitting in, but there were only 3 people in it. A woman 
and a man were in the process of undressing another 
woman. The naked woman then lay on her back on a low 
bench, and man undressed and began to fuck her, holding 
her legs up in the air. The other woman lifted up her 
skirt and sat on the other woman's face. The couple on 
top then started to kiss each other passionately as they 
writhed on top of the woman on the bench.

I had put my own incident in the hallway to a lucky 
meeting, but this little show convinced me this place not 
your average night club. I quickly hurried towards where 
Lisa was.

When I reached our room, I found the door closed. Hanging 
from the door handle were a pair of black panties. I 
instantly recognised then as the panties that Lisa had 
bought from an expensive lingerie shop last week!

I flung the door open, and found the room filled with 
people. Around the corners were couples or threesomes in 
various stages of undress and activity. Also sitting 
around were people just watching the action. But my worst 
fears were quickly realised when I found that Lisa was 
right in the centre of the room, and certainly the centre 
of attention. 

All I could do was to stand there with my mouth agape, 
such was my shock at seeing what was happening.

She was buck naked except for her shoes and she was busy 
fucking some a French dude as he lay on a table in the 
middle of the room. She was on top, kneeling astride his 
body and her breasts jiggled as she rode him vigorously. 

Behind her, a long line on naked men waited. One of these 
men also got up onto the table and positioned himself 
behind my wife. I watched as he aimed his cock at Lisa's 
ass. 

Lisa turned around to look at this new man. To my 
surprise, she did not protest, but instead said aloud 
"Oh, yeah, put it in there! I want both of you inside 
me!"

Lisa grimaced as the new guy pushed his way into her 
virgin butt. In the past, I had pestered her to try anal 
sex, but she had always refused. Now, she was letting her 
a perfect stranger into her backdoor while banging away 
on another guy.

"Ugh!" she cried. "Please be gentle, this is my first 
time!"

But the guy plugging her rear either didn't understand or 
didn't care, because he wasn't letting up. She grunted 
loudly and screwed up her eyes tightly as he buried his 
rod inch by inch. Soon, the two men got into rhythm, and 
began to thrust in and out of her in unison. She moaned 
her approval enthusiastically and theatrically.

"Lisa! What the fu...", was all I could blurt out. I was 
lost for words.

Lisa turned toward me, but continued to fuck away.

"Oh...ugh...hi...unh...honey," her words interrupted by 
the grunts that accompanied each thrust. "Just... ah... 
getting... oh... some... ugh... local... ooh... culture! 
I... mpf... feel... ah... so... ugh... full."

This incredibly wonton display by my usually demure wife 
dumbfounded me. She was screwing two total strangers - 
taking one up the ass! - and calmly telling me how much 
she was enjoying it while I looked on. Nothing she had 
ever said or done had prepared me for what I was 
witnessing; anger and confusion raced through my mind.

Just then, I felt a tap on my shoulder. The petite woman 
in red was standing next to me, accompanied by another 
man.

"Pardon moi, monsieur," said the man. "My wife wants to, 
how do you say, kiss you down there."

He pointed towards my groin. I nodded absent-mindedly and 
said "I know." I turned back to the show in the centre of 
the room.

They must have taken this as a positive sign, because his 
wife was quickly on her knees again, unzipping my 
trousers. I was beyond caring what was happening in this 
crazy place.

And so there I was, watching the double penetration of my 
wife while I was getting sucked off by some hot French 
chick. It was like a surreal dream, or nightmare, but I 
would never have imaged that I would also be so 
incredibly turned-on by Lisa's little performance.

Soon, sounds of Lisa's exuberant moaning started to echo 
in my ears. My head began to swim and my vision 
contracted to a small point. I let out a scream and 
dumped my load into the mouth before me. I held tightly 
onto the girl's head as I hosed wave after wave of sperm 
into her throat, which she had no choice but to swallow. 
I loosened my grip on her head, and she let my now 
softening cock pop out of her mouth.

As I recovered from my mind-blowing orgasm, I could see 
the other two men releasing their payloads into my wife's 
unprotected womb and ass. Lisa was shuddering with her 
own intense climax as the two men planted their cocks in 
as far as they could go.

The thought of Lisa being injected with all that cum 
actually made me hard again, a fact that was not lost on 
my little French wench. She was kneeling on a chair, her 
skirt pulled up around her waist revealing a red garter 
belt holding up her stockings, but no panties. But I was 
so much in a daze that her husband had to push me towards 
her pert, round butt waving invitingly in the air. Her 
sopping wet pussy enveloped my shaft with a squelching 
sound. Mechanically, I pumped in and out, but my real 
attention was still focused on Lisa.

Lisa was now on her hands and knees, entertaining two new 
guys. One was ramming her doggy style while the other was 
sliding his cock into her willing mouth. The line of 
naked men stretched even longer now, and one of those in 
line lost patience and rushed up to fondle Lisa's boobs 
as they bounced back and forth underneath her. She 
reciprocated by reaching out with one hand and jerking 
him off.

Suddenly, the man she was sucking came, squirting half in 
her mouth and spraying the rest onto her face. Just a few 
seconds later, the dick in her hand started to rain thick 
globs onto her hair. Lisa squealed with delight as her 
whole head was coated with love gravy. As she was 
savouring her sperm shower, the other guy in her pussy 
came long and hard. As soon as he pulled his dripping 
cock out of Lisa's hole, another man rushed up to take 
his place.

Lisa turned her head and said "I want you to take me up 
the ass, mister." She reached back and guided his missile 
to its new target. "Oh yeah, babeeee! That feels so 
dirty!"

It wasn't long before yet another man in line plugged her 
mouth with his manhood. If I thought Lisa was acting 
slutty before, she was a complete whore now. Here was my 
darling wife getting a backdoor pounding while another 
hard-on slid in and out of her cream covered face. The 
muffled (but still loud) moans she made left no doubt 
that she was really enjoying it. 

The sight of Lisa's debauchery freaked me out, turned me 
on and angered me about equal amounts. I was not aware of 
it, but I started to drill my French bunny harder and 
harder. I was soon slamming her so hard that she was 
screaming in pain.

"Non, monsieur! Non!" she begged me to stop.

But I was not could not stop. I didn't really hear her. 
All I could her was Lisa's throaty groans. All I could 
see was Lisa sucking and fucking with filthy abandon.

"Take that, Lisa, you dirty bitch!" I thought to myself 
as I pounded pitilessly.  "That will teach you to be a 
gangbanging whore! Such a sexy, beautiful whore!"

And it was at that point, my mind consumed with jealousy, 
rage and a strange pride, that I climaxed again. My body 
was wracked with small convulsions as I squirted out tons 
of jism. I slowly regained to my senses and I became 
aware of who I had been riding. The poor woman was in a 
bad way, such was the force of my fucking. She literally 
collapsed forward onto the chair to catch her breath, 
looking up at me with a mixture of awe and fear. 

Meanwhile, Lisa had swallowed another shot of man's milk 
and was calling out for more with her cum stained mouth. 
The next few guys in line didn't exactly need 
encouragement, and she was soon surrounded. Hands, 
mouths, dicks were set in a constant blur of motion. In 
amongst it I heard Lisa's lustful purrs. I sat 
down...this was going to be a long, long night.

For the next few hours, the men in line took their turn 
with Lisa. Some of them used her cunt, some her butt, 
though her beautiful mouth was ever popular, as were her 
soft hands; a few even managed to fuck her tits. And she 
was taking two, three, four, sometimes five at a time. 
Those that did not find a spare hole to fill just jerked 
themselves off and sprayed their spooge on any square 
inch of her skin that was not already covered with cum.

At times, there were so many guys on top of or around 
Lisa that all I could make out was a quivering tangle of 
moving arms and legs. I saw my wife bent and twisted like 
a pretzel, saw her assume every position imaginable. I 
saw her ravished on the tables, the chairs, the bar and 
the floor. And all the while, she begged and pleaded for 
more. When they all had one go, some returned for 
seconds, using orifices they missed out on the first time 
around. And all I could do was watch in amazement, never 
having realized what Lisa was capable of.

Eventually, in the small hours of the morning, the crowd 
thinned out. People got dressed. Some of the men actually 
came up and shook my hand! Those that spoke English were 
either thanking me, or congratulating me on having such a 
talented wife. "Umm, thanks," was all I could think of 
saying.

Lisa was visibly tiring. There was almost no-one left and 
she took the opportunity to flop onto a soft sofa. But 
one short, fat guy couldn't take the hint and spread her 
knees with his plump hands. Like a veteran, Lisa resigned 
herself to one last customer and guided him in. Even in 
her tired state, she still kicked her feet excitedly in 
the air and moaned loudly as he completed his frenzied 
fuck.

When he finished (which didn't take long), he rolled off 
and slinked out of the room, leaving just Lisa and my.

"Had enough?" I asked sarcastically.

"Yes, dear," she said casually, as if she was just a 
little puffed from a gym class. "Let's go back to the 
hotel."

I grabbed her dress and handed it to her, but she refused 
it.

"No. I don't need that. Tonight, I am a total slut, and a 
slut has no need for clothes," she said firmly.

She got up  and walked out of the door with nothing on 
but her black high heels and a generous layer of semen on 
her entire body. I quickly gathered the rest of her 
clothes and underwear and rushed out behind her.

I caught up with her quickly because her steps were a bit 
unsteady, hardly surprising given the fuck fest she just 
endured. I grabbed her arm to steady her. I tried to get 
her to put at least her underwear on, but she would have 
none of it. She was determined to walk home as she was. 
Fortunately, the streets were nearly deserted.

"Oh, honey, it was just so wonderful. I was so 
filled...so fulfilled! I came time after time, harder 
than I ever have."

"But why, Lisa? Why did you do it?"

"I don't know. When you left, people came in and just 
started having sex. And a handsome French man came in and 
just sort of seduced me with his eyes. I don't know what 
came over me. Once he started, I just couldn't help 
myself. I let go completely, and let myself be used by 
anyone who wanted to use me. I felt utterly free, like 
everything was out of my control. I hope you are not 
angry with me."

"Well, I was angry," I said honestly, then I paused 
before continuing. "But I also thought you were very 
sexy."

"You know, I felt very sexy. I could never have imagined 
that getting gangbanged would be so much fun. But I think 
I've got it out of my system now. I won't do it again."

She didn't keep her promise too long. We passed a few 
people out for a late-night walk, and they rightly looked 
at the naked Lisa strangely. But I did see Lisa look a 
few of the men up and down. One tall man dressed in a 
suit stopped in front of us. He had a strong chin and 
just stared at her, ignoring me.

Without a word, Lisa left my side and led him to a nearby 
dark alley. Foregoing any niceties or preliminaries, he 
started to nail her against the cold brick wall. She 
climaxed almost as soon as she was impaled. Lisa's 
screaming orgasms woke more than a few sleeping residents 
who shouted their disapproval. But the two of them did 
not stop until he added his sperm to the potent mix 
already swimming around in her womb.
 
With as little ceremony as they had begun and certainly 
without so much a goodbye, he zipped himself up and 
promptly left.

Lisa paused to recover for a few seconds, then we 
continued on home. "Sorry," she tried to explain. "I said 
that I was a slut for tonight, and the night's not over 
yet."

By the time we reached the hotel, the cum on her face and 
hair was starting to dry. However, semen continued to run 
out of her pussy, streaming down her legs and into her 
shoes, so that she made wet, squishy noises as she took 
each step. We garnered several more curious stares, and 
she even indulged in two more anonymous street-side 
screws before our return.

We entered the lobby and saw that the concierge was still 
there. He stared at my wife for a while and at last 
stammered "Mon dieu! What happened? Are you alright? Do I 
need to call the police?"

"We took your advice and went to the nightclub district," 
I explained calmly as we walked past him. "Les Trois 
Amis."

"But, but, sir! That is an echangiste club, umm, exchange 
of wife...how you say...a swingers club!" he called out 
as we entered the elevator.

"Yeah, well, we all know that now, don't we?" I said.

I think given half a chance, Lisa would have also taken 
the concierge, but the elevator doors closed with a dull 
thud. Lisa's big night out in Paris was at an end.


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(c) 2003, Ursa Major (ursamajor69@hotmail.com)
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