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French Kiss
by Yarblack 1998 (address withheld)

***

An American couple put up two French business colleagues
of the husband's at their home, but when the wife is 
offended by their lack in interest in her, hubby works 
out a plan. (MF, MMF, voy, swingers)

***

I am married to a wonderful and exciting woman. She's 
29 years-old and gets prettier everyday. Susan is a 
vivacious brunette with brown eyes. I was in lust with 
her body the first time I saw her. I still am. Sue is 
5'9", with long shapely legs that are situated below a 
tight pear-shaped ass. Her bust is about a 34C and she 
has a washboard stomach from the 100 sit-ups she does 
everyday. Needless to say I am a very lucky man. 

I work for an industrial engineering firm that designs 
and manufactures high-end industrial equipment, 
assembly-line robots, aerospace equipment and the like. 
One of the perks is I get to travel frequently on 
business. Sue works at an accounting firm and gets to 
travel quite a bit herself; unfortunately we rarely get 
to travel together with the exception of vacations. 

Believe it or not this has actually helped our love 
life. When we are apart our libidos seem to go into 
overdrive, like an itch you can't scratch. Our reunions 
turn into these sex crazed frenzies. We have had sex in 
the airport parking lot a few times and we have gone 
down on each other in the car on the way home. Sue 
always made these extravagant plans for my homecomings. 
She would pickup me up at the train or the plane 
wearing no underwear and a short shirt. 

On our anniversary two years ago she picked me up in a 
limo. She was waiting for me at the terminal wearing 
the fur coat she had inherited from an aunt (a black 
sable coat worth more than my car) and a pair of heels. 
She was standing talking to the driver when I 
approached. When we got into the limo she raised the 
partition so the driver wasn't visible, picked up the 
phone and told him to take the long way home. Sue then 
slid the sable coat off to reveal that she wasn't 
wearing anything other than her shoes. 

She quickly undid my pants and wrapped her mouth around 
my cock until I was hard. Before I could cum she 
stopped, leaned back in the seat and pushed my face to 
her pussy. I licked her vigorously until she came with 
a shudder and a small gasp. I moved to place my rock 
hard prick into her wet snatch. I rocked on the balls 
of feet, pumping in and out of my wife as the limousine 
made tits way to our home. Soon I was grunting and 
Susan was moaning loudly. 

There was no way the driver couldn't have known what we 
were doing. Before we were home I shot a week's worth 
of sperm into my willing wife. Susan is a very 
intelligent woman but she also can be very naive at 
times, almost an airhead. I love putting her on. I'll 
tell her an outrageous story I made up with a straight 
face then wait a few days for her to repeat it to 
someone. 

She usually laughs after the initial anger disappears. 
Before you get the idea that I make her look foolish 
because I'm sick or sadistic you have to understand 
that Sue has three older brothers. I think one of the 
reasons she was attracted to me was I was somewhat like 
her brothers. Growing up they teased her constantly. 

She always got even though and she always gets even 
with me. With the help of her father, Susan became a 
master at practical jokes. She would tell her brothers 
that their dates had left messages canceling their 
dates or telling them that the pool party they were 
going to was now a formal dinner or vice versa. She 
pulled practical jokes on me all the time. For my 
birthday a few years ago I deduced that Susan was 
throwing me a surprise party. My only mistake was that 
she wasn't. I started hinting that I knew she was to 
friends and family. 

Someone asked her if she was giving me a party, and 
when she said no, the person told her I was convinced 
she was. So she did. The day came. I expected this big 
shindig that night so when we stopped in Mc Donald's 
for lunch imagine my surprise when all my friends and 
relatives were there shouting surprise. Sue booked a 
kid's party at Mc Donalds for her 32 year-old husband. 
She made me wear a crown while all the other customers 
cracked up at my expense when they realized I was the 
guest of honor. I have always tried to play practical 
jokes on her but mine always fizzle. Until just 
recently. 

My company was working on a joint project with a French 
company. We provided the hardware and did the 
manufacturing and they handled the software. The 
project was in the design stage for 2 years and was 
nearing production. I was being sent to France for a 
few weeks to work with the French techs. I speak French 
fluently due to the fact that I was a military brat and 
my father was stationed in Europe when I was in grade 
school. I picked up the language then and just kept it 
up over the years. 

It is very valuable skill in the business world. While 
in France I became friendly with two of my colleagues, 
Michel and Peter. I was having some problems with my 
hotel during the first week and Peter and Michel moved 
me into their apartment for the duration of my stay. 

The hotel had a thing for Americans they told me and I 
shouldn't have been booked there in the first place. I 
stayed with these guys, they showed me some of the 
nightlife and we got along real well. Both spoke 
English very well with Peter be the more proficient. 
Both of these gentlemen were real-life lady killers. 
Their phone rang constantly with calls from women at 
all hours. They would have women knocking on the door 
at 2 or 3 in the morning. 

Most of the time with a few drinks in them but Peter 
and Michel weren't the type to disappoint a lady. Peter 
was 6'1", black hair he kept in a small pony tail and 
brown eyes. He was the catalog version of tall, dark 
and handsome. Michel was 6', light brown hair with 
piercing hazel eyes like a cat's. Both guys lifted 
weights every morning on a weight bench in the corner 
of the living room and it showed. I lifted weights also 
but I had to take weight off the bar after they were 
done just to get started. 

We became rather good friends in the few weeks I was 
there and I promised to return their hospitality if 
they wanted to come to the States. I returned home and 
resumed my life. 

Six months later I came into work and guess who was 
there. Peter and Michel had been sent over here to 
oversee any problems with the finished product as it 
came out of production and was given field tests. I 
went home that night and asked Susan if it would be all 
right all if the guys stayed here. We had the room. 
When I was still single I had inherited a little bit of 
money from an uncle. He was career military man and a 
bachelor. 

In his will he told me take a nice vacation with some 
of the money and use the rest to make a down payment on 
a house. I had worked at construction while in high 
school and college and enjoyed working with my hands. 
So I bought a handy man special, ten rooms with a pool 
and spa. It was a converted farm house with a detached 
barn that was now the garage. 

The previous owners had been involved in a nasty 
divorce and they had trashed the place. It took me 
until 3 months after I had married Sue to reach the 
point where it was presentable enough to have guests 
over. That was a few years ago and I have finished the 
house, almost. Susan said sure, they were welcome. Then 
the evil part of my brain kicked in. 

I told her that they only spoke French. I figured that 
was a joke I would get a couple of hours out of. I also 
suggested that she watch herself around these two 
because they were passionate Frenchman and avowed 
ladies' men. I warned her that these guys eyed anything 
in a skirt. 

I told her that they didn't do it on purpose. They 
couldn't help it when they were around an attractive 
woman. I called the guys at their hotel and told them 
to check out in the morning then they could follow me 
home after work. I spoke to Peter in French on the 
phone and told him I would explain the next day. The 
next day I explained to them what I had told Sue. They 
agreed to play along and 

Michel added something to it. After I told them how I 
had teased Sue about how she should watch out for them, 
he suggested they go out of their way to ignore her as 
if they didn't find her the least bit attractive. I was 
game and so were they. We headed home. I introduced 
them to my wife. Peter commented in French, "This is 
going to be harder then I thought. You are a lucky 
man." 

Susan looked at the smile that crossed my face, "Well 
Mike, what did he say?" 

I quickly replied, "Just saying what a great house we 
have." He added, "It's going to be hard to ignore such 
a beautiful woman. I don't know how long this prank is 
going to last."

"Pleased to meet you," I translated for Sue. 

Susan had made a salad and bought steak for me to throw 
on the grill for the four of us. We ate on the patio 
beside the pool after opening a bottle of wine. I spoke 
with Peter and Michel in French and translated for 
Sue's benefit when needed. 

The guys were doing well acting ignorant of the English 
language. Soon Susan started making comments that she 
wouldn't have if she had known that our guests were 
able to understand. She grinned mischievously, "I could 
use a good humping tonight, Mike." When I blushed and 
glanced towards the guys she purred, "They don't have a 
clue what I'm talking about. Don't be a prude."

Neither Peter nor Michel reacted to my wife's comment. 

Michel remarked, "This might be a lot of fun. She is 
going to kill you when she finds out but..." 

That night we made love. Afterwards Susan remarked on 
how good looking the two Frenchmen were. She understood 
why they were such studs with the ladies. Over the next 
couple of days we made our guest feel at home. We made 
dinner each night and on the weekend we took them to 
dinner then dancing. Susan watched in amazement at how 
many women threw themselves at Peter and Michel. 

I realized it was cramping their style not being able 
to speak English in front of my wife so I left with 
Sue. We were the only 2 that made it home that night. 
On the ride home Susan remarked that the guys were 
checking out every girl in the club. I mentioned that 
they always do that. Sue in a hurt sort of voice said, 
"They haven't checked me out yet."

"Yes, they have."

"No, Mike, They haven't. I would know if they had."

"Maybe you didn't notice, that's all or maybe they just 
being polite since we are their hosts or else they've 
been real sneaky about it." 

Susan pouted, "They should have noticed me. I'm not 
homely. We are living in the same house there should 
have some kind of male reaction to the only female in 
the house. Yet they don't look at me like they look at 
the rest of the women."

I let it rest for the night. 

Peter crawled in about 9 AM, Michel just after Noon. "I 
love America!" was all Michel said before going to his 
room for a nap. 

For the next week my wife tried to get noticed by the 
Frenchmen. They started giving me reports at work. Our 
hours were a little different at work with me starting 
at 9 and Peter and Michel coming in between 10 and 12 
to account for the time difference so they could 
contact their company with progress reports or to get 
info. 

Sue left for work 40 minutes after I did because her 
commute was only about ten minutes. Sue also had and 
early day every Friday getting out at 2 o'clock. Every 
other Thursday both guys worked late then had Friday 
off. This left a number of times when Susan was in the 
house with one or both of the guys while I was out. 
Michel told me how my wife walked into the kitchen 
wearing a very short robe one morning while he was 
sitting there having coffee. 

She proceeded to look for something in the top cabinets 
so that her ass just barely showed. She watched him in 
a mirror we have hanging in the kitchen in the kitchen. 
He said it took all his willpower not to look. Peter 
recalled how "forgot" to button up her blouse this 
morning as she left for work. He caught a glimpse of a 
very sheer bra and her cleavage before she left. 

He watched from behind the curtain as she buttoned up 
before she got into her car. We had a good laugh over 
Sue's predicament. She was determined to be noticed. 
The weather was warming up and I decided to open the 
pool over the weekend. This led to some more unreal 
situations with Susan and the two Frenchman. 

On Sunday it was in the 80's and the water was warm 
enough so you could swim. After lunch the sun was 
shining in the yard so we decided to try the water. We 
all went to change. Peter and Michel were in the pool 
first. Our bedroom overlooks the pool and I was 
surprised when Sue stopped dressing and stared into the 
yard. 

"What's the matter?" I asked.

"I think they forgot to pack bathing suits."

I looked and both guys were free-birding it. Not a 
stitch on. "Well, I told them to make themselves at 
home. I guess they don't usually wear bathing suits. 
I'll go Americanize them before you get down."

They laughed when I explained what Sue had witnessed. 
They said it was a joke and were going to put their 
suits on. They quickly climbed out as Sue stepped 
outside. I was impressed. First by how well-endowed 
both men were. Peter was 6 inches limp and Michel was 
larger than that. Secondly that they didn't let their 
jaws drop to the floor when they got a look at my wife. 

She was wearing a pink crocheted string bikini that 
just covered her. She looked awesome. The guys just 
nodded embarrassedly and went inside. Sue's mouth was 
open in surprise. "Did you see the size of their 
equipment!" she exclaimed. 

I nodded.

"No wonder they do so well with the ladies," she 
continued. 

The guys returned wearing swim trunks and we spent the 
afternoon frolicking in the water innocently. The next 
day at work the guys told me they were going out of 
their minds. Not only was it funny how my wife was 
trying to attract them at every moment but she was in 
sexual overdrive. We were fucking very night and from 
what they were telling me, we weren't quiet about it. 

Susan was getting bolder also. Last night after we made 
love, I had fallen asleep. Susan had gone downstairs to 
the kitchen for a snack wearing the sheer shortie-
nightie and she had been wearing it when we started to 
make love. The master bedroom is in the rear corner of 
the 2nd floor. To get to the kitchen you can either go 
out into the 2nd floor hallway then down the stairs 
that leads to the living room and dinning room and into 
the kitchen or you go through our walk-in closet to the 
family room then down the stairs directly into the 
kitchen. 

Michel and Peter were in the living room watching a 
movie (they weren't supposed to understand English but 
Susan never asked why they watched TV so much ). Sue 
took the long way waving to the guys as she passed. She 
then stood with the refrigerator door open drinking 
something.

The guys told me the light from the fridge made the 
nightie transparent. Sue had to know this when she did 
it. She finished her drink and walked past them pausing 
hallway up to the stairs to say good night. The guys 
got an eye full of my wife but didn't react. They just 
waved their hands over their heads and turned back to 
the television. 

I have to admit every time Peter or Michel told me 
another episode about my wife exposing herself to them, 
I was getting turned on. Every chance we got Susan and 
I made love. She was just as horny as I was and I 
thought I knew why. It was turning her on also. I saw a 
pattern emerging, the bolder she was trying to get the 
guys attention, the more intense our lovemaking was. 

One night before we made love, I sat on the edge of the 
bed and mentioned that we should try and keep it down a 
little bit. 

"Keep what down?" Sue asked demurely. 

"The noise. The guys have been teasing me about how 
vocal "WE" are." I explained. 

"By "WE" you mean me? Their rooms are at the other end 
of the house so they can't possibly hear me, unless 
they have their ears to the door." 

"Sue, you know you can be pretty loud at times. Anyway 
they don't seem to mind. Peter said he even enjoys it." 

We began to make love. As I thrust slowing in and out 
of my wife, enjoying her slit tight cunt, she asked, 
"What did Peter mean, he enjoys it?" as she thrust back 
at me.

I'd made that part up so I figured I might as well run 
with it since she seemed to be excited by it, so I 
lied, "He said he was jerking off listening to us, 
well, you actually."

"But neither one of them has even given me a second 
look. Yet they get turned on listening to me fuck you?" 

I forgot they weren't supposed to notice her. "It's not 
that they haven't noticed you honey. They just don't 
trust themselves around you. They didn't say that, but 
I get the feeling that you're turning them on and 
they're trying to be polite by not staring or flirting 
because you're my wife." 

Sue was really into it now, matching me thrust for 
thrust as our conversation moved along. 

"You... really... think... I turn... them on?" She drew 
the last word out as she spasmed with an orgasm as I 
ground against her mound, rubbing her clit against my 
pubic bone. 

Then after Sue had recovered she climbed on top of me 
and proceeded to blow me. She continued to talk between 
strokes. "Did you notice..." -stroke- "how big," -
stroke- "their dicks," -stroke- "are?" 

She was quiet then. She was making love to my cock 
until I came in a gush in her mouth. I really hadn't 
paid attention to what she was saying until I had come. 
I bet she wasn't thinking about my cock while she was 
sucking me dry. 

***

That night while we slept for a time I awoke and I 
heard Susan talking in her sleep. I couldn't tell what 
she was saying other than two names, Michel and Peter. 
Curious and since neither off us had bothered to dress 
earlier, I placed a finger at my wife's pussy slit. It 
was sopping wet. She rolled over at my touch so I just 
went back to sleep. But a plan starting to take shape 
in my mind as I dozed off. 

I was intrigued by that fact that Susan was turned-on 
by this game I had devised. What made it more of a 
turn-on for me was that I wasn't sure how far I or Sue 
was willing to go before it ended. 

***

At work Monday morning I found out I had to make a trip 
to a client to troubleshoot a product. It was a 4 hour 
drive so I made plans to stay overnight at least and 
maybe a few days if necessary. That meant my wife and 
our two French guests would be alone for a day or two. 

The trouble with the product had to do with moisture 
shorting out the power supply. It took me 4 trips to 
figure out what was wrong and how to rectify it. Over 
the course of three weeks I wasn't home for 13 days. 
Three days at the clients, back home, then 2 days there 
then back home and so son for three weeks. 

When I was home my wife and I fucked each other's 
brains out. I started talking about her getting fucked 
by some stranger's big cock while we made love then I 
started suggesting she was getting fucked by two big 
cocks. A few days later I tried telling her that she 
was getting fucked by two strangers with big dicks 
while I was away. 

The last fantasy I tried on her as we made love was I 
was watching her in bed with 2 guys fucking her every-
which-way. I ended up by telling her she was fucking 
Michel and Peter while I watched. 

I had never seen Susan as excited as she was when I 
told her step by step how it would happen when she 
fucked these two French men. I was as excited as I have 
ever been also. We were humping two or three times a 
night when we talked the scenarios through while making 
love. Sue started joining in more and more when she 
realized I was turned-on by the thought of her fucking 
our guests. Her tales all involved Peter and Michel. 

The other big thing that was happening when I wasn't 
home was related to me by our guests. It seems that on 
the days when I was gone Sue had the habit of leaving 
the bedroom door open when she was dressing or 
undressing. I also noticed that when it was my turn to 
do the laundry that Sue seemed to be wearing all her 
really sexy undergarments when I wasn't home. The guys 
were catching glimpses of her in g-strings and sheer 
bras. 

A few times they caught her in stockings and garters as 
she walked past the bedroom door to the closet for her 
dress. The idea of my wife having sex with our two 
French guests intrigued me to say the least. I just 
wasn't sure how to set it up without freaking Sue out. 

***

One Sunday afternoon the four of us were swimming in 
the pool and I decided to make some Pina Coladas. The 
combination of the rum and the sun had a pretty strong 
effect on all of us. I decided to test the waters so to 
speak. Peter and Michel were wearing small tight Speedo 
type trunks. 

I started asking my wife what she thought about the 
guys' bodies. Sue still didn't know they understood 
English so after a few drinks she was letting her mouth 
move faster than her brain. "They are great. Very sexy. 
Muscles in all the right places and the packages. Umm, 
tempting," she commented with a gleam in her eye. 

I taunted, "Do you think you could handle them in bed?"

"It would certainly be interesting to try. If it worked 
out I might go back to France with them, then what 
would you do smart guy?" 

By now Peter and Michel were staring at us. Susan was 
laying face down on a chaise and I was sitting under an 
umbrella at the patio table. 

"I think you need some lotion before you start to 
burn," I told her. 

"It's on the table. Would you mind?" 

In French I asked, "Any volunteers?" 

Peter was quickest. My heart was racing as Peter 
squeezed lotion onto his palms and began rubbing it 
into my wife's back and shoulders. Susan lay there 
enjoying her quasi massage. Peter kept going rubbing 
the lotion on her lower back. 

The sight of my wife in a tiny string bikini glistening 
with sweat and suntan lotion was mesmerizing as Peter's 
hands methodically worked lower and lower. He was now 
working lotion into Sue's tanned firm thighs. I watched 
fascinated wondering where this was going. 

Abruptly Peter stood up with an obvious erection and 
jumped into the pool. 

Sue sat up looked at me then went into the house. 

"What happened?" I asked Peter when he came back out of 
the pool. 

"You sure you want to know?" he asked with a guilty 
look.

I nodded. He looked quickly at Michel before turning to 
me and answering. "I think your wife came while I was 
rubbing her thighs. I wasn't sure how far you wanted me 
to go so I decided to cool off before I did anything 
that might have..." 

"You could have gone as far as you wanted," I 
interrupted. 

I explained that I was hoping something would happen 
and I thought that my wife would be more than willing. 
I blame a lot of what I said on the alcohol but I kept 
talking just the same. I told them that Sue and I were 
fantasizing about her going to be with both of them at 
the same time, a menage atrois, with me watching. 

Both men, once they were sure I was serious, told me 
any time if Sue was willing. I guess all that teasing 
and showing off she was doing had gotten to them. 

I wasn't sure what to do next though. 

***

I spent the next week thinking about it. Peter and 
Michel asked a couple of times if I was still 
considering that scenario. I kept bringing it up with 
Sue to see what her reaction was. If we were having sex 
she as all for it if we weren't she kept saying I 
wouldn't go through with it. Our project at work was 
moving fine and I wasn't surprised when the guys told 
me they were headed home in a week or so. I had to move 
fast or it wasn't going to happen. 

I made plans with Peter and Michel for Friday. I was 
going to take Sue out for dinner and I wanted them to 
meet us at the house that night. I wanted to surprise 
Sue so she wouldn't have a chance to change her mind. 

I left work early Friday and told her to meet me for 
lunch at the mall. I took her shopping telling her that 
we were going to dinner at a really fancy restaurant 
and she should buy something nice to wear. I made 
suggestions on the type of dress. 

She finally picked out a short, tight like an Oriental 
style dress. When I walked her over to Victoria's 
Secret and suggested she buy something to wear 
underneath, she knew something was in the works. She 
took my charge card and my suggestion. 

We went home and got ready for dinner. Sue looked 
spectacular. Her dress was black and red. She had on a 
lacy merry-widow bustier with sheer panties and 
stockings attached to garters from the bustier under 
her dress with pair black pumps. She looked exceedingly 
sexy. 

At the restaurant all the mens' heads turned to follow 
my beautiful wife. I playfully dropped my hand on her 
thigh during dinner and let my fingers roam to the tops 
of her stockings. I ordered I bottle of good wine and 
made sure Sue's glass stayed full. We had a nice 
dinner. Before we left I excused myself to go to the 
men's room and called home. I told the guys we would be 
home in 30 minutes. 

I had set my plan in motion and I wouldn't be able to 
turn back now. On the drive home I slid my hand up 
Sue's dress and slipped a finger under her panties. I 
worked my finger in and out as we drove home. I parked 
the car in the garage. 

The house had a few lights on but not many. We walked 
in and went directly to our bedroom. 

Sue asked, "What is this?" when she saw candles burning 
in our room. 

"Part of your surprise honey." 

"Just part?" she wanted to know. 

I helped her remove her dress as I kissed her deeply. 
"Put this on and sit on the bed." I told her as I 
handed her a blindfold. She placed it over her head, 
covering her eyes. I went to the door where I waved 
Peter and Michel quietly into the room. Both men were 
wearing silk boxers and had the beginning of a hard-on. 

Sue was sitting on the foot of the bed looking very 
sexy in her bustier and stockings. I approached her. 
Kissing her passionately I started to loosen the 
bustier so her tits were exposed with her firm nipples 
pointing forward. I asked her to detail w she would 
handle Peter and Michel in bed. She graphically 
described what she wanted them to do to her. 

"I want them to lick my pussy." 

I slid her panties off over her stockings and shoes and 
pushed her softly back on the bed. 

"Keep telling me while I eat your pussy," I commanded 
before I crawled away and motioned for Peter to take my 
place. Peter knelt at the foot of the bed and began 
licking my wife's pussy. 

She kept talking between moans, "While one licked me I 
would lick the other... ohh, yeah. I would have the 
other put his, ohhh that feels soooo good... big cock 
in my mouth. Ohhh I want you inside me." 

Peter looked at me for confirmation. I nodded. Peter 
stood and slipped his boxers off. I was amazed at the 
size of his cock ,it must have been 11 inches long. He 
placed the head gently at the entrance to my wife's 
cunt then slowly pushed it in, inch by inch. 

Sue gasped, "Oh fuck, you're a god!, shove harder, 
please harder!" 

Michel not wanting to be left out shed his shorts and 
moved to the side of the bed. Before Sue knew what was 
happening he placed the head of his cock to her nipple 
lightly brushing it. I went to the other side of the 
bed and placed my mouth on her nip e gently licking it. 

"What?! Who!?" she didn't get to finish her question 
because Michel slid his cock into her mouth before she 
could close it. 

I whispered, "Just relax honey, this is both our 
fantasies come true." I slid the blindfold off. Her 
eyes were wide but she didn't protest. Peter was moving 
at a frantic pace now and Sue was holding onto Michel's 
cock with one hand as her head bobbed on his 10 inch 
pole. 

I knew that things could go horribly wrong if Sue 
didn't accept this situation but when her body 
stiffened momentarily then she moaned loudly bucking 
her hips violently into Peter as she came for the first 
time. 

Peter withdrew and turned my wife around so she was on 
her knees facing him. Michel stood behind my wife and 
entered her wet stretched pussy easily. Sue looked 
amazed at the size of Peter cock as lustily wrapped her 
mouth around it. I stood there watching, playing with 
my stiff manhood as my wife was fucking and sucking two 
French men. They had a rhythm going now. It reminded me 
of lumberjacks working a two man saw. 

Michel thrust forward into my wife's cunt, pushing her 
forward making more of Peter huge cock disappear into 
her open mouth. It wasn't long before Peter started to 
gro and his hips buckled as he came deep in Sue's 
mouth. Sue started to come almost at the same time 
pushing harder into Michel's dick as Peter's spunk 
overwhelmed her mouth. 

I watched as his jism leaked out of her mouth and 
ripped onto her chin. Peter stepped away and gestured 
for me to take his place. I hurriedly took his place. I 
not sure Sue was even aware it was my cock in her 
mouth. Her eyes were out of focused and glazed over 
with lust. She seemed to be having explosive orgasms 
every few minutes. 

I came quickly spewing my load all over my wife's face 
and hair. Michel was still going strong. He pulled out 
long enough to turn Sue onto her back before entering 
her again. Sue was long gone at this point. She didn't 
know who was fucking her and she didn't seem to care as 
long as she had cock in her. 

"Fuck me harder! Yess! Like that!" was all she kept 
saying, over and over again. 

Michel had stamina. He kept pounding away at her and 
she came half a dozen times that I could tell. I was 
getting hard again from watching and I wasn't the only 
one, Peter was erect again. 

Michel couldn't hold out any longer. He arched his back 
as he pulled out of her pussy and came on my wife's 
chest and stomach. I watched the sperm glisten and roll 
along Sue's cleavage as and once again hard Peter 
replaced Michel between Sue's legs Sue wrapped her legs 
around his waist as he violently thrust his cock into 
her cunt. Peter was a complete contrast to Michel. 
Michel was smooth and steady. Peter was fast and 
furious. 

Peter pulled Sue up and let her weight force her deep 
onto his c k. He then lay back on the bed with Sue 
straddling him. Sue was bouncing up and down on his 
dick. She increased her pace. 

At first only about 8 inches were making it into her 
pussy then as she moved faster more went in until soon 
all 11 inches were ne. Sue was bucking frantically then 
she came tremendously as Peter grabbed her by the hips 
and forcefully pushed her down onto his cock as he came 
deep inside her. 

Peter's cum was dripping out of my wife's pussy and 
down the sides of Peter's shriveled penis. I looked at 
Sue in amazement. She was a sticky, gooey mess. She had 
cum in her hair, on her face and neck, on her chest and 
belly and even her ass and thighs. Her stockings were 
ruined. They were stained and had runs in them. 

Sue was exhausted. She rolled over and closed her eyes 
and went to sleep. The guys and I went to the kitchen 
and had a beer together and something to eat. I 
couldn't thank them enough. They couldn't thank me 
enough either. 

***

The next morning Sue was embarrassed by what had 
happened when we all had breakfast together. That ended 
quickly when she realized we were all speaking English. 

She got up and went to the sink and grabbed the spray 
faucet and hosed us all down saying, "You Bastards! You 
understood every word I said. And YOU! You put them up 
to it!" she glared at me with false reprove.

***

A few days later they left for home telling me, "Next 
time you visit us, bring your wife, okay?" 

I said that I had planned on it.

The End

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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world 
contract HIV every year. You only have one body per 
lifetime, so take good care of it!
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