Paris In The Spring
written by:
AlanMac

PARIS IN THE SPRING

7.30 am Saturday, Hotel Vieux Pierre, Isle Saint Louis, Paris

Even before Paddy O'Doyle opened his bleary eyes he heard it, a rhythmic sigh, soft and definitely female. He lay perfectly still listening intently as the sighs shifted in tone, first a light "Ahh" then, as the minutes passed, a more guttural, more gasping "Ohhh".

He felt himself harden as his mind's eye attempted to pierce the ceiling to see what was unfolding in the room above him. All the time his naked wife lay against him breathing softly as she slept.

Kate stirred beside him. She vaguely aware of Paddy, but something in her subconscious was aware that there was an atmosphere of sex and desire in the room; perhaps some afterglow from the previous night?

Possibly, but after the flight from Dublin had been delayed and they arrived late last night, the sex was welcome, but not exactly mind-blowing. Just two tired parents able to escape on city break without kids, having a tumble and falling into a deep sleep.

As she began to wake, what Kate heard suggested a couple in the room above were having a very different experience. The girl had begun to mutter "Qui.... Qui.... Qui!!!" increasingly forcefully. The room began to echo the creaking of the bed a floor above as it began to rock in sympathy.

She reached out towards Paddy and found as expected that he was awake. He looked over the smiled. "Sounds like someone is getting a thorough workout this morning," he whispered. Kate kissed him and reached down between them. She slid her hand affectionately around his erection. "Life in the Old Dog yet" she murmured and bent down to kiss and lick his cock. Paddy groaned with pleasure and anticipation, all the time listening intently as the sounds above grew louder and more forceful.

The moans began to form into words and soon an aroused female voice was panting, "Baise Moi! Baise Moi!" All the time Kate increased her attentions to his cock and balls, licking and sucking first the head and then the shaft of his cock. Kate looked up at him, as she laviciously swirled her tongue around the base of his glans, and then whispered, "Close your eyes Darling. Imagine you are upstairs. What can you see?"

Paddy breathed deeply. His senses were already in overdrive and now Kate was taking him into a new realm of fantasy. "They're....they're beside us on another bed.... She is on all fours, her ass in the air and he is kneeling, holding her hips, and fucking her slowly. If I reach over I could touch her."

Kate reached between her legs and began to play with her clit, while keeping her tongue and mouth on her husband's firm velvet cock. She broke contact with him for a moment and murmured, "Do you like what you see?"

Paddy groaned, "Yes." "What do they look like?"

"She is very slim and tanned; small breasts. He is young, well muscled, very cool. He is fucking her using the full length of his cock. She's flushed and playing with her tits, I think she is starting to cum."

The noise from upstairs was becoming louder and faster. The bed was clearly under some serious stress.

"Can they see us?"

Paddy nodded, his eyes were firmly shut, but in his imagination he was there in the room above, Kate giving him head and beside them on another bed were the other couple in the throes of passion. Kate felt him stiffen further, his leg muscles and breathing clues that he was close to cumming himself.

A low wail started upstairs and then a male voice began to also make rhythmic guttural sounds. The wail grew louder.

"Would you like the French girl to finish you and maybe the man to fuck me?"

"Oh God! Oh God!" Paddy's arse began to raise off the bed as his cock strained upwards, "God! Yes!!" Kate's suggestion had exploded in his imagination. In his mind's eye the French girl was sucking his cock and looking over he could see his wife being mercilessly fucked as she screamed in ecstatic abandon.

The sounds above reached a crescendo and then, with one last joined cry and a soft wail, they stopped abruptly.

Kate felt an orgasm explode in her belly and, as she pulled her mouth off Paddy's cock to avoid biting him, she came with an intensity that was almost painful. Paddy bucked in her hand and as she moved back down, he fountained semen over her lips and hand. She grinned and licked first her hand and then his cock clean. She slid up the bed, a sheen of cum and sweat on her face, and kissed him full of the lips, and smiled.

"Happy Birthday, Darling."

Saturday, 12.30pm, Marais, Paris

After a leisurely breakfast of strong French coffee, warm croissants and fresh orange juice in the hotel, Paddy and Kate spent the morning exploring some of the Latin Quarter. He had been to Paris twice before, on a school trip when he was twelve and, even worse, last year with their two children they had endured a weekend Disneyland Paris (the kids, of course, loved it).

This time it was just the two of them and Paddy was eager to explore properly. He had studied French up to a decent level and, although not fluent, was able to keep up with most conversations.

Kate was in her element. A couple of years before she met Paddy she had spent a year at the Sorbonne completing her Masters in French Medieval History. She had wanted to return for years. So with Paddy's fortieth birthday coming up she had arranged with her parents to take Sophia and Cillian for the weekend and taken the lead in organising the trip, booking restaurants and the hotel and basically enjoying the chance to rediscover a city that she hadn't seen properly in almost fifteen years.

The challenge was that, with Paddy's background in the more modern end of architecture and Kate's in medieval, they had very different ideas of what to go and see. So this morning had been a compromise. The Nôtre Dame and the Musée de Moyen Age (which she loved) had been followed by the Pompidou Centre (which Paddy raved about, but left had her unmoved).

Now, however, was one of the highlights of the trip. They were to have lunch in the Marais with Sophie and Franck Sevigny. She had met Sophie and Franck in her first week at the Sorbonne and had become very close to them. Indeed after her first month in Paris she had moved in with them and entered a world of philosophy (mostly poor), wine (often bad), parties (often wild) and sex (frequent and fun).

She couldn't believe that so much time had passed since she had seen them. They had come over for her wedding, some thirteen years ago. Some words had been said between Sophie and Kate late that evening which had soured their relationship. But about three years ago, after a few Christmas and birthday cards were send without reply by Sophie, they had begun to exchange e-mails and their friendship had been quickly re-established.

Now at last Kate was going to meet them again. Paddy was a bit nervous. Kate hadn't ever said that much about her sex life in Paris. "Ancient History" she would joke, but he always had a feeling that his wife had had a wild time. But then he told himself that his Irish catholic hang-ups about sex and his overactive imagination were being mischievous.

What he did know was that Kate had changed his world. When they met he had just finished a long-term dysfunctional relationship with a girl he had first met in sixth form. With a name like Assumpta-Maria Dolan and a tribe of nuns in the family he wasn't surprised at the "no sex before marriage" rule. It was just that the date for the marriage kept slipping and the "no sex" definition remained stubbornly in place. Indeed, they were four years going out before she eventually consented to give him head, and then only under protest.

Eventually, after throwing himself into his architecture studies and career for the first half of his twenties, he had developed a vibrant small business of his own and a burgeoning reputation for excellence. But his sex life had remained as non-existent as ever. He finally snapped one evening and demanded Assumpta either sleep with him or marry him immediately. When she again came up with a series of family related reasons to wait at least six months, he finally called an end to the farce.

A month later he met Kate at an evening event in Trinity College and fallen for her at once. She was a blond, small and feisty with sparkling eyes and a hearty laugh. She also exuded sex appeal, indeed when he first met her he found there were at least three other fellas looking to talk to her and several jealous looking girlfriends holding tight to their beaus.

That she was a northerner and a protestant wasn't a problem, in fact after ‘Consumption Dolan', he was delighted to meet a very different type of girl. Thankfully for Paddy, Kate also liked what she saw immediately. Although he wasn't more than average height and verging on the reddish side of strawberry blond, he was a handsome man and a good dancer. He shared her sense of humour and intellect and she liked his firm ass.

After a couple of dates, Kate had taken Paddy home and taken him to bed. She was astonished to find this fine looking man was a virgin. And over that night and many others she slowly taught him to be her lover. After three months she moved into Paddy's house in Sandymount and a year later they were married.

The sex had been great at first, but Paddy's work, and, to be fair, her own academic career, had taken some edge off things. Then, eight years ago, Kate given birth to Sophia and then three years later to Cillian. And that was things nearly stopped for good. It was a very difficult labour and both Kate and her baby nearly died. Afterwards the Doctors had advised that she would be at extreme risk if she became pregnant again and so Kate had opted to be sterilised.

With two small children in the house, and after such a scare, sex had become an increasingly rare event. Subconsciously Paddy had started to treat Kate as if she was a perpetual patient and all of the wildness and spontaneity had fallen out of their sex life.

It was about this time that Kate had finally contacted Sophie. It was good to have a confidant and a soulmate again and, as they exchanged tales of life over the last fifteen years, Kate realised that perhaps here was a way to break the cycle that she and Paddy were in.

Unfortunately the depression in the Irish economy meant that Paddy's business had suffered badly and it had taken his every waking moment over the past eighteen months to save it. Although it was now stable, he was exhausted. So Kate had taken charge and told him that he was taking a city break with her - no business, no children just the two of them.

Now, as they walked hand in hand around the corner of Rue Pecquay, they were relaxed and happy. Paddy squeezed Kate's hand affectionately and she smiled contentedly. Then she heard a familiar voice shout, "Kate!" it was Sophie and Franck.

Sophie looked very much the same as fifteen years before - taller than Kate and slim, dark hair in a bob and bright red lips. Franck was now sporting a tonsure of tightly cropped grey hair and a trimmed goatee, but he was still a bear of a man, easily six foot with big shoulders and clearly very fit.

Kate ran towards them and threw her arms around first Franck and then Sophie, her eyes glistening with delight. "Oh Sophie it is so good to see you again!" Sophie kissed Kate warmly on the cheek and hugged her, "It's been far too long my dear, dear Kate and so much my fault."

Kate looked straight at Sophie and softly said, "What was said was said and is in the past. We have too much catching up to do and too much fun to have to have regrets today." Looking at Franck she smiled and patting his waist said, "Well Big Bear, have you been at the porridge?"

Franck laughed, patting his trim stomach, "A little perhaps Goldilocks, but it looks like you've been a good girl lately."

Paddy stepped forward and went to shake Franck's hand. The big Frenchman stepped forward and gave him a bear hug. Then stepping back he beamed at Paddy "Hi Paddy it is good to see you after so long. You've looked after her well, I see."

Paddy smiled, he had always liked Franck's company, "I think if I'm honest, Franck, Kate has always been the one who looks after me."

Franck gestured dramatically to the restaurant beside them and, in a ridiculously overblown piece of drama, exclaimed, "Now, Madamme et Monsieur, please come in for the gastronomic treat of a lifetime!" and he ushered them inside.

The restaurant was tiny, and very busy, but Franck had booked well in advance, and they were quickly seated a relatively quiet corner. At Franck's suggestion they all ordered the Menu Dégustation, and delighted worked their way through seven tiny exquisite courses of wonderfully inventive regional French cooking and a few glasses of wine.

The conversation wandered widely over lost times and family events, work and home, but eventually degenerated into laughter on the subject of Franck's unfulfilled lust for Carla Bruni and Sophie's hilarious disgust and contempt for Bruni and Sarkozy. "I mean," she exclaimed as she polished off the last of an exquisite Agen Prune soaked in marc, "the woman is a national embarrassment, have you heard her album. I know French music has had its problems, but Dear God is she trying to sound like Serge Gainsbourgh's love child?"

Kate looked levelly at Sophie, "Just be glad she isn't also writing ‘chick lit' like Cecilia Bloody Ahern - the dad wrecks the economy and then the daughter ruins Irish literature - now that's some ‘First Family'!"

After lunch Franck had agreed to take Paddy on a tour of hidden architectural gems around Paris. Kate and Sophie, however, had planned an afternoon of beauty therapy and shopping. The two couples were to meet up later and get ready for a night out on the town. So as Paddy and Franck headed out to explore, Sophie took Kate to a small beauty salon and spa.

Saturday 2.30pm, Spa de Marais/ Le Bon Marche, Paris

Kate lay back, eyes closed enjoying a pedicure, while Sophie did the same on a recliner beside her. "Have you told Paddy what you have planned for this evening Kate?" Sophie asked.

"Not yet," Kate replied "I think I will keep it as a surprise. I think he'll like it, if not it's a long walk back to Dublin for me." She looked over at her old friend, "I have considered this for a while, you know. We've been in a rut and it's time to put some spark back into our life...time to put some jungle into conjugal."

Sophie laughed, "I hope Tarzan likes Jane's naughty idea! Anyway have you got the right clothes for tonight? I mean the last time you came over from Ireland your lingerie was a disgrace."

Kate blushed, despite the years, the memory of turning up in stylish Paris with tired grey bras and knickers from Dunnes Stores still made her cringe. Putting on her best Dublin 4 accent, she snorted, "I'll have you know I have a lovely short blue cocktail dress and a great pair of ‘fuck me' shoes, but I suppose I could let you take me shopping for lingerie. It'll be like the old times."

"Well in that case," Sophie retorted, "I hope you have remembered to get properly tidied up down below!"

Kate looked at her friend nervously, "I had a bit of a trim before flying in..." Sophie grinned evilly, "Now you know that's not enough!" She called over one of the salon girls and barked some quick instructions. Kate looked in horror, "Oh no... a shave maybe... but.."

"No, Kate, we do this right and we do it together."

After what seemed to Kate a very long period of trepidation followed by a few seconds of pain they were done and she and Sophie sported Hollywood waxes. "Jesus, it feels drafty down there!" Kate remarked as she went to get dressed. After a quick dash across town on the Metro, the two women entered their own heaven - the wonderful Le Bon Marché department store.

As always, Sophie took the lead in working through the store looking at a range of very expensive bras, knickers and, at Kate's request, basques and bustiers. Eventually they each had a handful of different pieces to try on and headed into the changing rooms.

Both women slipped into the same changing room and Kate began to try on an ivory strapless lace bustier. Sophie looked intently at her friend's near naked body, she was a bra size and perhaps a dress size bigger than before, but Kate had kept her hourglass figure. For Sophie she still exuded an intoxicating combination of apparent innocence and underlying sexuality. Kate looked over at Sophie and, arching an eyebrow, asked, "If you've had a good enough look Sophie would you mind helping me hook this up?"

Sophie fixed the back of the bustier and stepped back to judge how it looked. Kate pouted provocatively in the mirror and ran her hands over the lace, "I like this, it feels naughty. What do you think?"

Sophie smiled as she stepped up to Kate from behind and slipped her hands around her waist, "You look gorgeous and very sexy."She kissed the nape of Kate's neck and whispered "Slip your knickers off. Let's see how you will look tonight."

Kate nuzzled back against Sophie and felt Sophie's hands move up to cup her breasts through the lace. She slipped her thumbs into the waistband of her knickers and slipped them down. She looked at the wonton woman in the mirror, dressed in a very provocative lace top and naked below. Sophie reached down and touched Kate's bare pubis and felt Kate move to meet her fingers then pull away.

"Not fair!" Kate laughed, "When I said try something on I meant clothes!" but she looked flushed and aroused. Sophie grinned and picked up a black lace bustier that was very similar to the one being worn by Kate. Slipping it on she put an arm around Kate's waist and the two women looked at the mirror. One brunette, boyishly slim and small breasted, the other smaller and with a fuller hourglass figure, but both very sexy. "We're going to have fun tonight" Kate thought. Then, on instinct, she turned and kissed Sophie full on the lips, "What time are the boys due back" she asked?

Sophie kissed Kate back and ran her hands over Kate's naked buttocks, "Not for a couple of hours. I suppose if we buy these you could come back to the apartment... If you like."

Kate looked intently into Sophie's eyes. "I would like that. It has been a long time."

Saturday 4.30pm, Rue de Boulangers, Paris

Sophie was trembling with so much nervous excitement she was barely able to get her keys into the door of the flat. Her affair with Kate had been one of most passionate of her life, only Franck had a greater share of her heart, and now her former lover was here beside her and coming back to her flat.

Finally, the old door opened and she ushered Kate into her home. Sophie took Kate by the hand and led her to her bedroom, shedding shopping bags, coats and then shoes as they entered the room. If Sophie had been worried how Kate would react to her suggestion to come back to the flat, she needn't have worried. Kate embraced her and kissed her passionately, "I've missed you.... I want you...now" She held the curves of her body tightly against her former lover.

Sophie unzipped Kate's dress and slipped it from her to the floor. Kate lay back on the bed and said "It appears you've still got you clothes on" Sophie laughed and quickly slipped off her blouse and skirt, her bra and knickers. Kate looked at her in the dappled light which soaked through the shutters, "You are so beautiful."

Sophie smiled and climbed on the bed straddling Kate. "I have missed this" she murmured and, as she kissed Kate, her hands traced the curves of her lover's body. She kissed Kate's neck and then her shoulders and down on to the rise of her breasts. Sophie slipped her hands behind Kate's back and unclipped the bra, tossing it aside and lavishing attention on her white Irish skin and breasts.

Kate arched her back as Sophie's lips and tongue played across her breasts and flickered across her pale rose areolas. Kate gasped as Sophie increased the pressure on her now bullet-hard nipples. Sophie slid further down the bed and planted kiss after kiss down across Kate's stomach like a trail of butterflies dancing towards her sex.

Kate felt incredibly aroused and relaxed at the same time. She lifted her ass off the bed and let Sophie slip her kickers off. Kate put her hands behind her head and looked down across her now naked body as Sophie moved down towards her sex.

Kate hadn't been with anyone other than Paddy since they met and yet here she was, naked and with another woman. On one level she rationalised that as no cock was involved it wasn't cheating, but she needed Sophie and was sure Paddy would understand. Anyway, if things went the way she wanted this evening, then all would be fine.

Sophie's fingers and lips teased across Kate's bare pubis and down to her sex. Sophie looked up and remarked "You look wonderful...and very wet." Kate opened her legs further and Sophie licked and kissed Kate's pussy, slipping her tongue along the full length of Kate's vulva and into her core. Kate moaned and bit her lip as she felt herself starting to cum. Sophie centred her attentions of Kate's clitoris and began to flick it firmly with her tongue. Kate's breathing shortened and a rosy glow suffused her skin. She grasped the bed sheets tightly as her hips began to buck in sympathy with Sophie's ministrations. Sophie slipped two fingers into her soaking pussy and suddenly Kate cried out as she came, hips and body bucking with intense spasms of pleasure.

Sophie slid back up the bed and embraced her lover. Kate kissed her passionately and said, "Thank you, my love. Can I do something for you?"

Sophie laughed, "You'd better!"

Kate rolled over a looked at the bedside table, if Sophie was the old Sophie... She opened the top drawer and reached in. Sure enough, there was a bottle of oil for massages, a tube of lubricant and then her fingers touched a small embroidered box. She looked at Sophie "I would guess that there is something interesting in here."

Sophie laughed, "All the better to treat you with."

Kate opened the box to find a selection of small and large vibrators, dildos and a string of beads. "You have got adventurous Sophie, haven't you? ..........Now what shall we try? .........I think this little one to start with."

Kate picked up a small purple crescent and turned it on. She squeezed a little lubricant on to it and played it across her wrist, "Oh that's interesting." She played it across Sophie's stomach watching the muscles ripple in involuntary sympathy with the stimulation. Sophie bit her lip as Kate alternately kissed and teased the vibrator down across her lower stomach and across her thighs. She opened her legs as Kate teased the vibrator up from her knees up towards her soaking sex.

Kate ran one end of the vibrator around Sophie's open lips, which now glistened with juices. She touched it first against the dark red hood of Sophie's clitoris and then around the open lips of her vagina. Kate hesitated for a moment enjoying the sense of empowerment and expectation as Sophie quivered in anticipation.

As Sophie bucked against the tip of the vibrator, Kate finally eased it into her pussy a little at a time until it was vibrating against her g-spot. Sophie rocked her hips while Kate rocked the vibrator back and forward. She angled it forwards so the second end of the curve began to tease against Sophie's clitoris while the larger bent tip still remained vibrating inside her. Sophie's skin was flushed and her breathing increasingly shallow as her senses were dancing with the stimulation she was receiving. Kate leant forward and kissed Sophie's breasts and teased her nipples with teeth and tongue, all the time keeping the vibrator working its magic.

Sophie reached down and pulled Kate's head towards her and kissed her fiercely. Then she bucked her hips and, holding tightly to Kate, she gasped as a powerful orgasm contracted every muscle and nerve ending in her body and then suddenly climaxed in ecstasy.

Kate snuggled tightly against Sophie and they lay quietly for a few minutes just enjoying the quietness of the room and the afterglow of passion. Then Sophie's mobile rang once and, when she read the text, she laughed, "We had better move Kate... the boys are coming down the street. Franck must have guessed we might be back. Well, at least he warned us."

As Kate dressed, she realised that the sketch on the wall picture over the bed was familiar. It was of a young woman, nude and lying on an old wooden framed bed. She was lying on her back with one leg bent so that one foot rested against the knee of the other leg. She had a hand behind her head and the other resting just to the side of her sex, slightly opening her pussy to view.

Sophie leant over, "Franck drew it from memory after you went back to Ireland. It's nearly as beautiful as you are in the flesh, but not as warm...or as wet. He calls it the ‘Celtic Goddess of Earthly Desire' and sworn never to sell it."

Kate blushed, "It's beautiful...we were very wild weren't we?"

Sophie kissed her, "We still are, Love. We still are. Just wait until tonight and see."

Once dressed and more composed, Sophie made a pot of strong coffee in the kitchen while Kate perused the books in the living room. The door rattled open and in came Franck and Paddy; both animated and in deep conversation. When Paddy saw Kate he ran over and hugged her. "Honey, did you know what Franck had planned?"

Kate shook her head.

Paddy gestured at Franck, "This sly old bear has been showing my work around some of his friends and contacts. He told me we were going out sightseeing and then takes me to a meeting of senior fucking businessmen! And me! Dressed in a pair of jeans!"

Franck shrugged, "Just some old friends from University days. They don't stand on ceremony"

Paddy laughed, "Those ‘old friends' have just commissioned me to do a major piece of work."

Kate gasped, "How big?"

Paddy grinned, "€200,000! That bastard there has been showing off my website and had got plans from some of my Dublin contacts to architects and developers all around Paris."

Franck held up his hands, "I apologise for the subterfuge, but I knew you were good. You won that contract on your own merit I simply got the right people to look at what you have to offer."

Sophie gave Paddy a kiss on both checks, "Well done Paddy. This is worth celebrating properly. Kate asked me to book somewhere special for your birthday tonight and I have just the place and I'll make sure the best Champagne is flowing." Paddy felt like a child at Christmas, almost too excited to speak, "Sophie, Franck, you will join us won't you?"

Sophie struggled to keep a straight face, "Paddy, Darling, we were always going to, it is a member's club so we need to come with you, but trust me it is very special. Now sit, have a coffee and a whiskey and tell us more."

Paddy and Franck talked excitedly about their afternoon and, when asked, Kate replied that she and Sophie has had a very pleasant relaxing afternoon, "Although, if I had known we were rich I might have bought half of Le Bon Marché."

As the clock came around towards 6.30pm, Kate and Paddy left to walk back to their hotel. They planned to meet at the Club at 8.30pm. The early spring sun was beginning to set as they wandered down towards the Pont de la Tournelle. Paddy was as happy as he had been in years, but also curious. "Honey, did you know what Franck had planned?"

Kate squeezed his hand, "He had asked me for your website address, but then he is an artist and I thought he was just curious."

Paddy squeezed her hand back affectionately, "Well he has made quite a difference. Although you do realise that we will have to come to Paris quite a bit if this work does take off?"

"That would be no bad thing would it?" Kate replied "I could live with that".

As they stepped on to the bridge the setting sun washed the river with amber light. Paddy stopped for a moment, "You never say all that much about your time here before, I was just worried perhaps that you had bad memories. I mean, you have been a bit quiet in the run up to this trip, although you seem happy now."

Kate was surprised that he had read that into her behaviour, she put her arms around her husband and took a deep breath. "It's okay Love... it's more than ok. I... I have been planning this trip for some time with Sophie and I want to make it the best birthday you have ever had, and also I want to put some more spark back into our sex life."

Paddy looked at Kate quizzically as she continued, "Franck's surprise was news to me, but I have a surprise for you, but I wasn't sure when to tell you." She snuggled into his embrace, "you know you are the love of my life, the centre of my world." Paddy kissed her.

Kate continued, "I know I don't say much about it, but I had a pretty wild time here when I stayed here with Franck and Sophie. I suppose because it was before we met and, then after fight with Sophie, I kind of closed that chapter and tried to forget it. But it was the time I learnt more about sex than any other, it was free and liberating. It mostly wasn't love, just free unencumbered sex."

"Mostly?" Paddy enquired softly. He was intrigued and worried where this was going, but also involuntarily aroused.

Kate blushed, this was even harder than she had imagined, "I... I didn't just lodge with Franck and Sophie I was their lover, mostly Sophie's. I'm sorry I should have told you years ago, but when we met, well... there just didn't seem a right time." Paddy held Kate close, "Was that the reason for the fight with Sophie at the wedding?"

Kate nodded, tears glistening in her eyes, "She was so jealous, she didn't understand then. But she does now. I still love her as a lover and a friend, but you, Paddy O'Doyle, make me complete."

He kissed her again tenderly and wiped the tears away, while feeling his own eyes also fill up, "I knew you were much more worldly wise than me Love, Dear God! I was so innocent... so frustrated when we met. You taught me so much and gave me two wonderful children, there is nothing to be ashamed or sorry about..."

Kate shook her head. She took a deep breath, "But Paddy, since Cillian was born, we haven't been quite right. I need more physically and you do to. When I started to talk to Sophie again I realised I wanted to come back to Paris, but this time with you. I want you to feel what I felt, experience what I did, and more, but I want it with you. I want to share you with others and I want to feel that freedom and abandon again. I will always love you, always, but I am also a sexual being, as are you and I need this....we need this."

Paddy stopped breathing for a moment, his heart was hammering in his chest and looked intently at his wife. Kate was his lover, his wife, the mother of his children and she was talking about...what? an open marriage? wife swapping? swinging....? On one level his religious upbringing, his innate conservatism was screaming at him, but his instincts also acknowledged that their sex life had changed and not for the better. Here was a challenge that was both tempting and exciting, but what of the consequences?

Paddy held Kate tightly, "Ok, we're in Paris, it's my birthday, I've just won the biggest contract of my life and you have me absolutely terrified... what have you in mind?"

Kate sighed with relief, this wasn't over, but Paddy hadn't stormed off which was what she had secretly feared. She spoke softly, "I... we.. Sophie and I have booked us all for dinner tonight in Club Libertin, it's a kind of swingers club, we can go and look, we don't have to do anything. Aren't you curious?"

Paddy nodded, "Jesus.....Ok I'll go, I'll look........ but if I say leave, we go."

Kate kissed him, "Yes Love, nothing goes further anywhere unless you are happy."

They walked back toward the hotel, both quietly wondering where this was going. As they entered their room Paddy looked toward the ceiling, "I suppose listening this morning was fun, I certainly enjoyed it." Kate hugged him and Paddy responded passionately. She stepped back a moment and shook her head, "Sorry, we need to get changed. We're late."

Paddy sighed, his cock was so hard it felt like it would explode, but he nodded reluctantly and lifted a light suit out of the wardrobe. Kate produced a new silk shirt she had bought for him and then nipped into the bathroom to put on her make-up and dress for the evening. As she slipped on her new bustier and matching g-string. She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. She was flushed with excitement and nerves. She quickly applied her make-up and slipped on her strapless cocktail dress. It was a dress which Paddy hadn't seen before, a deep petrol blue in silk, its 1960s cut accentuated her bust and hips then tapered in to emphasise the shape of her ass.

When she re-entered the bedroom Paddy whistled softly, "Woh! You look very sexy!". She grinned at him, in his bottle green silk shirt and pale linen suit he looked almost Parisian, "Trés chic!".

He held out an arm, "Shall we go?"

Kate took his arm, "Are you sure about this?"

Paddy shrugged, "To be honest, no. But I'm prepared to go and see what develops, and, I suppose, I am curious."

Saturday 8.30pm, Avenue de l'Opera, Paris

The taxi dropped Paddy and Kate off on the Avenue de l'Opera and Kate took Paddy up a quiet pretty side street which was bustling with lively restaurants and bars. Paddy was slightly surprised that they had gone to such a trendy and popular area of Paris. He slipped an arm around Kate's waist "I kind of imagined that we would be going to Pigalle, this seems very stylish."

Paddy had begun to relax a little and was actually beginning to find the whole evening an adventure. Kate had told him nothing about the club, just to go there and experience it. If he didn't like it he had the right to insist that they would leave. Kate shook her head and smiled, "Pigalle is too seedy, too full of strip clubs and rip-off joints. I wouldn't take you there, Darling. No, we're going somewhere special that an aunt of Sophie's owns. It's pretty new, but Sophie and Franck recommend it."

As if on cue Paddy saw Sophie and Franck walking slightly further down the street. He called over and they turned smiling. Franck looked smart in a dark green suit and open necked shirt, but Sophie was stunning in very short red sequined cocktail dress that set off her skin tones and slim body to perfection.

Kate squeezed Paddy's hand and whispered, "Paddy, isn't she gorgeous? Wouldn't you love to hold her?... Franck is very open minded."

Paddy gulped, but said nothing. Kate was right. In that dress Sophie simply exuded sex and his imagination was already doing overtime. Sophie walked up and embraced him, planting a louche kiss on each cheek, and then kissing Kate full on the lips. While Paddy stood slightly shocked, Franck gave him a bear hug and then shook his hand very firmly, "You came. Good man! I promise you will have an evening to remember."

Sophie walked up to ancient set of heavy wooden doors and spoke into an intercom. The doors open slightly and the four of them were ushered into a small courtyard by two intimidatingly sized doormen. In front of them was a cheerfully lit building which looked for all the world like a very chic cocktail bar. As they entered the bar, they were greeted with kisses by a stunning auburn haired woman, "Sophie! Franck! it is good to see you back at last. Auntie will be pleased. And you must be Paddy, and.... My God! Kate? It has been so long. You look fabulous!" Kate looked quizzically at the woman for a moment and then realisation dawned, "Oh! My God! Camille? You've grown."

Camille beamed at back, "Paddy, we haven't met, but when I was.... oh... eleven years old, Kate was my idol. The sexiest, most stylish woman in Paris and she was my big sister's best friend."

Kate glowed with the complement, "You look stunning, Camille, are you joining us for dinner?"

Camille shook her head, "Sorry, I am working for Auntie Margaux tonight on front of house, but I might see you later."

The two couples enjoyed a cocktail at the bar and surveyed the room. There were perhaps fifty people in the room, all couples, and all very stylishly dressed. In line with the club's dress code, all of the women were in skirts or dresses and there was a lot of very expensive fashion on display.

When they finished their drinks, the couples were ushered further back into the building to the restaurant. While the cocktail bar was typically modern Parisian, with bright lighting and very modern artwork, the restaurant was a step back in another age. "La Belle Epoch," Paddy remarked as they stepped inside and were shown to a private booth. Paddy and Kate slipped in first and then Franck and Sophie. Kate had subtly arranged so that her best friend and her husband were sitting together, but Paddy hadn't noticed. The room was apparently windowless, with dark red damask walls and subdued lighting.

The atmosphere had changed from the bright stylish chic of the bar to something much more seductive and decadent. Paddy noticed that they were seated next to a low stage, but the room was still not quite what he expected. He had thought there would be...well he wasn't sure.... but, if this was a swingers club, he had imagined mostly beds or sofas. Still he was, in spite of his nerves, enjoying the evening. Particularly as Franck's salacious sense of humour kept them entertained with stories of ministers and mistresses and frequent references to Carla Bruni (to Sophie's good natured exasperation).

Their waitress brought a light, but delightful, meal of lobster bisque, smoked salmon and tarte almondine, all washed down with Veuve Clicquot. As they sipped coffee and brandy, a slim, attractive woman, perhaps in her early sixties, came over and joined them. Sophie and Franck both kissed her and she effusively greeted Kate and Paddy, "Welcome! Welcome my Darlings! I am Margaux Sevigny, but everyone calls me Auntie Margaux. Are you having a good evening?"

Paddy replied gallantly, "Auntie Margaux, your club is very beautiful, almost as beautiful as its owner."

She winked at Kate, "He's a smooth talker. I've heard about these Irish men and their silver tongues. Please enjoy your evening, we have a special show on tonight which I am sure you will enjoy." Margaux leant over and whispered something to Sophie who nodded and then gasped, putting her hand to her mouth, as she reddened.

As Margaux left, Kate looked at Sophie, "What's up?"

Sophie looked confused, "I...ah ..well.... Margaux is picking up our bill for this evening... and the show... Well I don't know what to think. She is a very, very, naughty woman."

The lights in restaurant dimmed until the room was in darkness and then an arabian tabla drum began to beat out a rhythm. An intermittent tinkle, a little like sleigh bells, began to answer the beat of the drum. Paddy leant forward, he could see nothing, but was aware of movement on the stage, and deeply aware of the presence of Kate and Sophie either side of him. His mouth felt dry and he licked his lips nervously. Kate squeezed his right knee.

A couple of coloured spot lights began to light up the stage as the drum beat and bells continued. Paddy saw a reclining body at the back of the stage and peered through the gloom. As the light increased he realised, to his disappointment, the reclining figure was a man, dressed in a turban and loose robes.

The man looked out across the restaurant, "Scheherazade!" he boomed, "Scheherazade! I want my entertainment!" and clapped his hands.

The drummer began a steady beat and a few of the audience began to clap in time. A curtain, opened at the side of the stage and out walked a tall young woman. She was bare footed and dressed as a belly dancer. A belt of coins and a skirt of green silk hung from her waist. Her lean belly was bare and a jewelled top cupped her full breasts. Her neck was bejewelled with gold chains and her auburn hair clipped back with jewelled clips. Bracelets and anklets completed the look.

Sophie Sevigny bit her bottom lip as she looked nervously at her younger sister. Camille, however, felt calm and in charge. She had looked forward to playing the part of the main character from an Arabian Nights fantasy with relish, not least as the ‘Sultan' commanding her was Laurent, her occasional lover, and a now Cabinet Minister of some renown.

A few in the restaurant clapped. She smiled broadly and then, raising her hands high above her head, she clapped once and the drums and music started. Paddy felt himself stiffen at the raw sexual energy which emanated from this stunning woman. A hand slipped along his left thigh and he realised with a start it was Sophie's.

The dance started quite slowly, with Camille making slow circles with her hips and shoulders, moving smoothly around the ‘Sultan'.

The rhythm of the dance increased, with syncopated beats creating opportunities for her to expand the scope and degree of her movements, figures of eight, belly roles and shimmies increased. All the time her hips and shoulders drew the attention of the audience to the sexuality of her body. Kate leant over to Paddy and murmured, "The last time I saw Camille she was playing with Barbie." She looked down and smiled to see that both she and Sophie had hands on his thighs and that Paddy was clearly not objecting.

As the first dance began to build to a crescendo, the ‘Sultan' reached out and caught hold of part of a ribbon attached to Camille's skirt, it slipped out of her belt and pulled a panel of the skirt away. The crowd in the restaurant visibly grew more attentive. Camille began to dance around the tables at the edge of the stage and little by little the skirt disappeared into the hands of the men and women of the audience. She was soon left naked from the waist down apart from the chains and coins of her belly dancing belt.

As the music got faster and faster, Camille danced in rapid circles on the balls of her feet, arms stretched upwards, and her hair streaming behind her. She slipped a clasp on her halter and with a flick of her wrist her top flew towards the ‘Sultan' to the laughter of the audience. Faster and faster, louder and louder the drums and the claps of the audience drove her ever onwards. Suddenly she jumped into the air and the music stopped with a final crash of cymbals as she performed a perfect Turkish Drop. Camille appeared to collapse to the stage, her knees in front of her and her torso thrown back along the floor. Her sex was clearly visible to the audience, her breasts free and glistening with perspiration, her nipples standing proud and erect with excitement.

The audience went wild, clapping and cheering. Camille stood up and bowed. Then the ‘Sultan' gestured towards her, "Enough!" he exclaimed, to the titters of the audience, "You have left me in need of release!" and with that he opened his robe to display a huge thick cock, erect and angry.

"Dear God," Kate remarked, "It's as big as my forearm!" She felt herself flush with excitement and lust. Franck squeezed her thigh, "I can see why they made him agriculture minister - he's hung like a fucking horse!"

Camille wandered nonchalantly across the stage until she stood above her prone lover. She lifted a foot over his body and flicked the robe further apart, further revealing the extent of his erect member and freeing his legs. With the balance of a dancer, she remained on one foot and, using the beautifully painted toes of the other, she traced slowly up his inner thigh, across his scrotum and up the length of his cock. Paddy shifted in his seat as two hands moved in sympathy up his thighs and met over his own straining cock. Sophie and Kate moved in parallel unbuttoning his waistband and slipping down his fly so that his cock sprang free.

He looked over at his wife to see she was intently watching the stage show. He looked down to see that Kate's and Sophie's fingers entwined around his cock. He reached out and placed a hand on each woman's inner thigh. Kate looked around and was quietly pleased to see that Paddy was reaching to Sophie as well, "We can leave at any stage you want love."

Paddy responded by sliding his right hand up to the top of her thigh. She opened her legs further to accommodate him. Then feeling in a mood for adventure, Paddy moved his left hand up along Sophie's inner thigh. She also opened her legs and tilted her hips to allow his hand access to her sex while her hand continued to play up and down his length.

On stage the drumming and music grew louder and Camille knelt astride Laurent. He was lying in such a way that she found herself facing Sophie's table. As all four friends watched intently, she reached down and positioned the tip of Laurent's cock against the lips of her pussy and then, in time with the rhythm, began to dance. Some of the audience began to clap. With each circle of her hips the dark red crown of Laurent's tumescence edged deeper into her. Camille closed her eyes and, as the bells on her wrists and belt pulsed their harmony with the drums, she drew him further into her core.

Paddy's hands simultaneously encountered two lace g-strings and as he slipped his fingers under them he realised that he was exploring two wet, hairless pussies. Kate moaned and opened her legs further to grant him better access. "Jesus" he thought, "Where is this going?"

Sophie's body was screaming for release. She had been genuinely shocked to when Auntie Margaux had told her that Camille and Laurent had offered to start the night's entertainment. But Camille was in ecstasy. And, to be blunt, the sight of Laurent's cock edging deeper into her sister's sex was sending Sophie into waves of pure lust. She lifted her ass from the seat and slipped her g-string off. Taking this invitation as it was intended, Paddy's fingers explored her soaking pussy as Sophie began to play her index finger across her swollen clitoris.

Camille raised her arms and placed her hands behind her head, stretching her torso and thrusting her bare breasts forward. She increased the gyrations of hips and her skin flushed as both the heat of the dancing and the depth of Laurent's cock in her cunt brought her ever closer to cumming. She opened her eyes to see her sister looking intently at her, a man's fingers in Sophie's pussy while she was frigging hard at her clit.

Sophie looked straight into her sister's eyes and then arched her back and gasped as a deep orgasm burst in her womb. As the waves of pleasure subsided she kissed Paddy and then, looking at Kate, meaningfully asked, "May I?"

Kate smiled and gesturing towards Paddy's erect cock said, "Be my guest." Without hesitation Sophie knelt down in front of Paddy and took his straining cock into her mouth. His hips bucked involuntarily at the stimulation and he looked at Kate who confirmed her approval with a languid kiss.

A growing cry came from the stage as Camille's body began to lose its dancer's rhythm and started to shake as waves of pleasure shot through her body. The drums grew louder in sympathy until with a shriek Camille came and flopped like a limp doll on her lover.

As Kate looked on, she thought that the show was over, but Laurent clearly had incredible stamina. Camille slid off him and knelt as he stood above her. The crown of his cock was level with her nipples and he began to slowly jerk his hand along the length of his cock. A clearly tired, but spirited, Camille raised herself to the challenge and began to shimmy her shoulders so that tips of her unfettered breasts flicked across his glans driving him to even greater heights of arousal. Laurent's hips began to thrust and his face reddened, then a fountain of cum sprayed over Camille's breasts.

The audience, many now topless, some bottomless, and many with cocks standing to attention, cheered, except, that is for, Paddy who moaned with pleasure as he came inside Sophie's warm, wet mouth.

He looked over to where Kate has been seated to see that she had slipped down in front of Franck and was enthusiastically sucking on his cock. Franck looked over at Paddy, his eyes hooded with pleasure and lust, "I can ask Kate to stop, Paddy." Paddy lay back against the seat as Sophie licked his cock clean, "Franck, it's not my place to say, if Kate is happy then so be it."

Kate heard the exchange, but didn't react. She had suspected, if she took Paddy this far, he was going the whole way, but each step was a new risk. For now she concentrated on reacquainting herself with Franck's prodigious member. Using her hands as well as her tongue and lips she brought him to near climax twice before taking the big Frenchman over the edge so that he flooded her mouth with semen. As she stood up, still dressed in her beautiful cocktail dress she looked at her dishevelled companions and thought to herself, "Christ, the rest of them have cum! What about poor me?"

Saturday, 10.30pm, The Pleasure Room.

As the show finished, a set of doors opened behind the stage and a few couples began to walk towards the door. After Paddy and Franck had adjusted themselves, the two couples went through the doors and found a set of stairs taking them to the basement. There was a cloakroom at the bottom of the staircase where people were undressing and leaving clothes in with an attendant. The two men stripped naked, and Paddy was surprised to see how well muscled Franck was. Kate and Sophie slipped off their dresses and shoes, but kept on their new lingerie. "I know cameras are banned," Paddy remarked to Franck as Kate and Sophie adjusted their bustiers, "But, fuck me, they do make a sexy pair!"

Before they went further into the club, Kate sashayed over to her husband and slid her hand down on to his semi-erect cock. "Darling," she asked "just to be clear, are you happy to go further?"

Paddy nodded, "Yes Love, so long as you are happy."

Kate kissed him and with a wicked twinkle in her eyes remarked, "This may get wild in the back room, so remember ‘No' means ‘No' and, sorry, but condoms are de rigeur... except for Sophie and Franck. Although I don't think you are planning of fucking him are you?"

Paddy looked startled. Sophie laughed, "Don't worry he doesn't swing both ways, he has too much attention from the girls, don't you Big Bear?"

Franck laughed, "I've been approached, but I like women too much. By the way Kate, you can add Camille and Laurent to that list. She is very careful and, although the club is discrete, Laurent's position means he doesn't sleep with women other than Camille and his wife, although for you, Kate... he might make an exception, if that's okay with you mon brave?"

Paddy shrugged, "I suppose if we do this, we do it right... if you want him Kate then I won't object."

Kate hugged her husband and whispered, "You are a bad boy Paddy O'Doyle." And with that, the two couples entered the basement room. A neon sign above its door simply said "Pleasure".

The room was dimly lit in and decorated in subtle pinks and purples. There was no bar, but a few tables with glasses of water and champagne dotted around. This large room was filled with a mix of beds in alcoves (often surrounded by seating) and raised, cushioned platforms large enough for two, four or more bodies. Already some couples were on beds fondling and kissing. Franck was about to suggest having a look around the room (and perhaps sampling some of the talent on offer), but Kate had other ideas and, seeing a large round bed in a alcove was empty, she took Sophie by the hand and led her over.

As they climbed on to the bed she kissed the nape of Sophie's neck, "Sophie, Darling, I need you, if I don't come soon I'll scream."

Sophie replied by kissing Kate deeply and ran her hands up from Kate's hips to her breasts. She tugged the cups of the bustier down so it they slipped down below Kate's breasts leaving them free and on display. Sophie bent her head and started to lavish attention of Kate's breasts and then her areolas and rosy nipples. Kate arched her back in pleasure, bringing her breasts up to Sophie's tongue and fingers, and looked over to see Paddy and Franck watching intently. She reached down and started to slide her g-string down. Sophie eased Kate down on to her back and peeled the g-string off her before moving down between her legs and starting to lick her soaking sex. Sophie started by burying her tongue as deep as she could into Kate's open pussy and then began to expertly work her tongue up and around Kate's clitoris.

Franck nudged Paddy, "You know my friend, Sophie has the most delicate pussy. She tastes of oysters and champagne. Go taste her, she'll enjoy it."

Paddy moved to the edge of the bed where Sophie's ass was bobbing in the air as she feasted on Kate's pussy. Kate saw Paddy move over behind Sophie and blew him a kiss even as her first orgasm of the night caused her hips to buck. Paddy knelt down behind Sophie, her pussy was glistening with juices and a dark rose pink, with petals spread wide open. He ran a finger along her length and Sophie wriggled her hips in encouragement and lust. Paddy bent forward and slowly licked up from her clit to the open hole of Sophie's cunt. "Franck was right" he thought to himself, "She tastes wonderful." He began a spirited exploration of Sophie's pussy alternately with his tongue and then with his fingers insider her. Sophie jiggled and wriggled against him. Her knees grew weak. Paddy felt her tense, then moan as a warm gush of juices soaked her pussy and his face as she came.

"Paddy, Darling," Kate called, as another spasm of pleasure coursed through her sex. Paddy left Sophie and came up to Kate, who beckoned him over and kissed him deeply. Momentarily the two loves of her life both penetrated her with their tongues. She pulled her mouth away from Paddy and looking into his lust filled eyes said, "Please fuck Sophie for me."

Paddy didn't say anything. He simply moved behind Sophie's soaking pussy and positioned the head of his cock at the entrance to her pussy. Sophie needed no encouragement and pushed back against him feeling her nerve endings sparkle with stimulation as Paddy's cock opened up the depths of her cunt until her buttocks were pressed hard against his thighs. She cried out in excitement and then lowered her head back down to Kate's pussy and began lick in long slow movements each ending by flicking her tongue firmly against the dark hood and raised head of Kate's clitoris.

Paddy began to thrust steadily into Sophie, watching intently as his cock, slick with Sophie's juices, slid out almost to the tip and then slowly back into her until his scrotum pressed against the warm wet folds of her sex.

Kate beckoned over Franck who came over and kissed her. Without speaking, he lay down so that his thick cock was conveniently placed next to her mouth and, half turning, she took him deeply into her mouth and into her throat. Franck closed his eyes as if in silent prayer to this sex goddess who had re-entered his life after so many years. Looking across Sophie's arched back at his wife and friends, Paddy was struck by the thought that all three were so comfortable in this hedonistic position that it was likely to have been one they had visited many times before. It was, he realised, something that did not disturb him and, in fact, he was having some of the best sex of his life with Kate's best friend while Kate sucked her friend's husband's cock. "I must be going to hell for this, but my god Sophie's cunt feels good!"

As the two couples fucked and sucked each other, first one and then two more couples came and sat in the booth to watch. At first Paddy was distracted and slightly self conscious, but then realised with satisfaction that these other couples were watching and playing with each other, aroused by this tangle of bodies and juices on the bed between them.

Kate grew flushed and began to lose the rhythm of her movements with Franck and as a huge orgasm built in her core she began to pant and scream in a way Paddy had never seen her do before. Then she bucked wildly as she came and flopped limp across the bed. Franck rolled across and knelt before Sophie. Sophie raised herself up on to all fours and taking her hair in his hands he pushed her mouth down on to his cock and she began to enthusiastically give him head. Franck smiled broadly at Paddy who began to increased the force and speed of his thrusts. Looking at Paddy, Franck made an ‘O' with a finger and thumb on one hand and then inserted his other thumb into the circle.

Paddy nodded his understanding and licked a thumb. As Sophie was sliding back down his cock he pressed his wet thumb against her ass. It slipped in and Sophie moaned in pleasure. Paddy felt his balls tighten and the muscles of his legs tense as that old familiar sensation built up in his crotch. He started to slam his cock hard into Sophie's molten core.

Kate had recovered after fainting in sexual excitement and now she knelt alongside Sophie. She reached down and began to play with Sophie's clitoris with her left hand. She murmured in Paddy's ear, "That's right Honey. Fuck her pussy. Fuck Sophie's cunt. Cum inside her!" With that Paddy roared in ecstasy and bucked so hard into Sophie that her head was driven against Franck's chest as Paddy flooded her with cum.

Sophie moved back away from Franck and slipped back against Paddy. He cradled her gently in his arms as she breathed deeply. Franck lay back on the bed and motioned to Kate to come over. She straddled him and, as her husband looked on, she took his cock in her hand and positioned it against her pussy. Then slowly she slipped it deep inside her. It was the first cock other than Paddy's inside her in fifteen years and it felt great. Franck was a considerate lover normally, but tonight Kate felt wild and she quickly set a fierce pace driving Franck's cock aggressively into her cunt and sending pulses of pleasure shooting through her brain.

Franck began to thrust upwards to meet her as she impaled herself on his thick cock. He reached up and began to tease and grip her breasts and close his fingers tightly on her nipples. Kate cried out and drove herself ever faster on to his length. As a trickle of sweat ran down the small of her back she looked down at Franck and gasped, "Come on Big Bear. Let me feel your cum inside me. Cum inside my cunt." Franck moved his hands to Kate's hips and began to pull her quickly down on to him as he pistoned upwards. He bit his lip and began to fuck so hard he was lifting Kate's knees into the air. She felt another orgasm erupt in her womb and then with a shout he drove up inside Kate's soaking pussy one last time and filled her with cum. Kate snuggled against Franck's chest and closed her eyes in bliss, while Paddy and Sophie kissed and embraced beside them.

A little later after all four had rested a little, Franck got up and brought over four glasses of champagne and, as he reclined sipping his wine, said, "I fancy having a look around. Do you want to join me?"

His three companions stood up still holding glasses and, with Franck leading the way, they explored the room. In other circumstances, two naked men and two women naked save for bustiers, walking around holding champagne flutes might have seemed utterly surreal, but as they explored this strange hedonistic underworld, it felt quite natural.

In the first booth they passed a group of naked men sporting erections were watching a middle aged woman receiving enthusiastic tongue from a much younger woman while she sucked languorously on a young man's cock. Franck nodded sagely, "Madamme Le Bruin has always had a reputation for wonderful fellatio. That young man is receiving an experience that will stay with him for some time."

In the next booth a slim black woman was being ‘spit roasted' by two heavily muscled white men. She was skilfully deepthroating one, while the other knelt behind her and was sliding a long pale cock into her ass. Kate intently watched the long cock vanish into this beautiful woman's ass and then re-emerge. She felt an unbidden shiver of desire.

Paddy had, at her behest, fucked her in the ass once or twice and they had both enjoyed it at the time, but she hadn't experienced anal sex in some years. "One difference between love making and fucking, I suppose" she wondered. The first man came sending white pearls of cum across the woman's ebony breasts and then she leant down further so that her head rested on the bed and her ass was raised upwards. The second man continued to ram his cock deep into her ass and the woman reached between her legs and began to energetically rub her clitoris.

Kate became aware of Sophie standing beside her and also watching intently. "She is beautiful isn't she?" Kate remarked. "Anais is stunning," Sophie replied, "She is a model for one of the top fashion houses. She just loves to have more than one man at a time." As if on cue another man approached Anais and whispered something to her and to the man in her ass who then withdrew. The newcomer lay down and Anais mounted him in a single movement. The other man moved behind her and after a moment's adjustment began to ease his cock back into her ass. Anais paused until both men were deep inside her and then began to rock back and forward.

Kate took a long sip of her champagne and watched as the trio descended into a blur of movement. She sat down on a seat at the edge of the bed and, looking into Anais' eyes, she opened her legs and began to play with her sex. Anais looked back and smiled. Then she blew a kiss to Kate. Her eyes were heavy with lust and the stimulation her body was receiving from cocks in her ass and cunt. Kate was surprised when Sophie reached back into the booth and produced two vibrators. Sophie held up the two jelly phalluses, "There are clean toys hidden all around the room - just in case you feel the need."

Then she knelt down in front of Kate and began to tease her pussy with the larger red vibrator. Kate felt her juices flowing freely again and soon Sophie eased the vibrator inside Kate's pussy. Kate reached down and began to ease the vibrator in and out her slick pussy. Sophie reached up and producing a tube of lube spread the smaller blue vibrator with it and eased it against Kate's anus. Kate jumped for a moment and then settled back. She watched Anais being pummelled and felt her own muscles relax and stretch as the Sophie gently eased the two vibrators into her ass and cunt.

Anais cried out in passion as she came and then again as she felt first one and then the other man cum inside her. The small blond woman in front of her looked at her intently as another, who she recognised as Sophie Sevigny, fucked her with two vibrators. Anais climbed off the bed, legs shaky with exertion and joined the two women. She kissed Kate and then took control of the red vibrator from Sophie and started to slide it into Kate's cunt in long strokes. Then Anais bent over Kate's quivering body and, taking a nipple into her mouth, gently bit down on it. Kate couldn't control herself any longer. Her back arched, her legs kicked out and with a howl she came and curled into a ball. Anais and Sophie enveloped her in their arms.

Paddy and Franck had moved on earlier to the next both and so had missed their wives' adventure. In this booth were three couples. Two of the men appeared to be simply lounging, while the three women and the other man rolled in a tangle of arms, legs, tongues, fingers, pussies and one solitary cock, which was being shared enthusiastically between the three women.

"That can be a problem on couple's nights," Franck remarked, "The girls can keep going all night but the boys... well some cocks crow early, but then get tired. It's a wise old cockerel who knows that the hens will keep going when the bantams have faded."

Paddy laughed and then felt the need to move on as the two boys with flaccid cocks may not have heard all of Franck's aside, but clearly got the gist and looked decidedly unimpressed.

As they walked on, Paddy was delighted to encounter Camille, looking fresh and relaxed. She still was wearing her belly dancing belt of coins and her jewellery, but nothing else. When she saw Franck and Paddy she danced up to them and hugged them both. "Did you like the show Paddy?" she enquired.

Paddy smiled, he was well sated and relaxed, perhaps more relaxed than he had been in years, "Camille, you were superb...in both dances."

She laughed, "I think Sophie was a little shocked, but hey, when you have an audience and a cock like Laurent's to play with... well would you blame me?"

Franck laughed, "I think Sophie is still a little envious. He is very big. Does he know how to use it?"

Camille pursed her lips, "He's getting plenty of practice.... He is getting better, but men with big cocks... well they think that size is everything. A little refinement in his technique would help."

"What you need," Franck replied sagely, "Is someone with experience and skills who can tutor him in using that cock of his properly; like Kate."

Paddy didn't know what to say. Thankfully for him, Sophie and Kate sauntered up looking relaxed and cheerful. Kate marched up to Paddy and planted a kiss on his lips, "You are a fabulous husband," she exclaimed, "I think you are quite wonderful. Is Big Bear looking after you?" She realised at that point that not only was she still randy, but also more than a little tipsy. Still in for a penny... She turned to Camille, "Camille my love, this fabulous husband of mine was looking very lustfully at you earlier. Would you please show Paddy that I am very happy to share him."

Camille smiled sweetly and gave Kate a hug, "It would be my pleasure." Camille leant over and took Paddy's hands. She guided one to her breasts and the other down to her pussy. Paddy's fingers moved across the softness of Camille's breast and his thumb brushed her nipple. She slipped one hand around to the small of his back and the other down to his lengthening cock and kissed him passionately. They moved over to an empty bed and climbed on. There was no rush this time. Paddy had already calmed his nerves and satisfied any urgent lust. Now, at his wife's request, this beautiful woman was encouraging him to fuck her and he was determined to enjoy every second of the experience.

Camille encouraged Paddy to lie down and then straddled him in a ‘soixante-neuf'. He found himself lying looking up at Camille's open sex which was a dark pink and shining with juices. He licked upwards and at the same time felt the soft warmth of her mouth enclose the crown of his cock. This was bliss. He took his time exploring her pussy with his tongue and fingers while Camille teased his balls and shaft with her delicate fingers and licked and sucked his cockhead.

Kate sat on the edge of the bed watching Camille pleasure her husband. On a bed behind her Sophie and Franck had sat down facing each other and, after a languid kiss, Sophie had moved over Franck's firm cock and taken him deep inside her. They held each other close and rocked their hips together in a comfortable steady pace that drove Franck to the hilt into Sophie's pussy.

A hand touched Kate on the shoulder, she turned around to see Laurent at her side. "I am sorry we haven't met before, Kate," he said, "but I do recognise you from Franck's beautiful portrait. I'm Laurent, Camille's...uh...lover.... I suppose."

Kate decided to try to appear aloof, but she had been hoping to meet him after his impressive performance earlier. Truth be told, that was partially why she had encouraged Camille to take Paddy. Yet Kate was flattered and intrigued to think that he might have seen the portrait of her in Franck and Sophie's bedroom. "Thank you, that's very kind of you." She replied, "Although, I thought that was only in Franck's apartment."

Laurent replied, "Oh no, I didn't know he had a painting of you at home. Franck has shown an exquisite nude study of you at the Académie, although you are even more beautiful in the flesh." With that he ran his fingers down from her shoulder and on to her breast.

Kate momentarily closed her eyes. She wanted him and he clearly wanted her and so she said, "My husband is being pleasured by your Camille, may I do something for you?" Laurent bent forward and kissed her in assent. He climbed on the bed and knelt before her. She bent down. She had never seen as large a cock in her life. She and Paddy had watched some porn over the years, but it was very different sitting at home watching some badly dubbed actor with a large cock to being confronted with this immense tumescence in real life. She slipped her hands down along its length and kissed its dark red velvet crown.

"My God," Kate thought, "Mum used to say about my eyes being bigger than my belly, what about my poor pussy? Still, nothing ventured..." She began to suck and lick his cock and play with his shaft and balls with her fingers. Laurent sighed in appreciation and Kate inwardly smiled that she was bringing this louche, very attractive man to heights of pleasure. She took him deeper into her mouth and played a fingernail along the outside of his ass and along the tight skin to the base of his scrotum.

Then, to Laurent's surprise, she took a small tube of lubricant and, spreading a little on her hands, she began a slow tight corkscrew with her hands sliding slowly and tightly down his stiff cock. His eyes rolled back in his head as his body experienced a sensual overload and this small blond woman took him to new heights of sexual delight.

Meanwhile, Sophie and Franck had lost any voyeuristic interest in anyone else and by this time were driving each other towards crashing orgasms in frantic copulation. Franck grabbed Sophie's ass and pulled her firmly down his length so that he sank deeply into her molten cunt. Her nails grasped so tightly into his back that they began to break the skin, but both Franck and Sophie were lost in a world of mutual lust and satisfaction. She began to move so far that she almost pulled fully off his length and then slammed back on to him repeatedly until with a low growl he pulled her down onto his cock and filled her with semen. Sophie cried out as Franck's came deep in her womb and then, finally sated, they curled together, Franck still deep inside Sophie's body.

Camille paused for a moment as Paddy's gentle ministrations sent waves of pleasure spreading through her. This was a man who knew how to bring pleasure to her in stages, building excitement and arousal to a crescendo. Paddy could feel Camille's arousal, indeed he could see her pussy get slicker and darker as he took her closer to an orgasm. He considered rolling around and sliding his cock into this delicious wet cunt, but she was clearly having a very good time and he was in no hurry. While slowly licking her clitoris, Paddy slid first one, then two and finally three fingers into Camille's pussy. She bucked against his hand and began to vigorously suck and lick at his cock.

Paddy, remembering her sister's excitement earlier, wet a thumb on Camille's juices and began to tease it around her puckered ass. Camille immediately began to increase the speed of her attentions on his cock. Paddy took this as encouragement and gently pushed his thumb further into Camille's ass, first to the length of his first knuckle and then to the hilt. At the same time he started to increase the firmness of his tongue on the hard nub of her clitoris. She began to rock on his face and pulled her mouth off his cock, but began to frantically jerk him off. Camille felt a deep flush rise across her chest and face, her nipples grew almost painfully erect and her knees began to tremble. Her whole body was screaming for release. Paddy pulled his thumb almost totally out of her ass and, as he felt her move up to meet him, he thrust back into her. She shrieked as her whole body convulsed in a huge orgasm which continued as several aftershocks rippled through her whole body.

Laurent whistled his appreciation of Paddy's skills as a lover and Kate looked up at him cheekily, "Well Laurent, do you think we can set fireworks off like that? "I'll do my best," Laurent replied. He turned Kate around and knelt behind her. She knelt on all fours and he kissed and licked the length of her pussy and then slipped his tongue into her cunt. "Well Fuck Me! He has a tongue to match the cock," Kate thought to herself as Laurent explored her slowly. Then he knelt up and pulled away for a second. Kate playfully wiggled her hips and then tensed slightly as she felt the head of Laurent's cock begin to enter her.

She was very wet, but still a little nervous could she accommodate the girth and, in particular, the length of his cock. Laurent took his time, he knew that this could be difficult, but Kate was an experienced lover and he was sure that he could bring both of them a lot of pleasure. He rocked forward in small gentle movements and little by little Kate felt her inner walls widen and pulse as this enormous organ plunged ever deeper. She dropped on to her elbows so that her ass was tilted higher and this moved Laurent deeper still. Then he raised himself slightly so that he was coming into her on a steeper angle. Immediately Kate felt a pulse of pleasure as her g-spot began to ripple with pleasure as the head and hood of his cock slid over it. Laurent kept up this steady assault until he was fully buried within Kate's body.

Camille slipped off Paddy's body and kissed him passionately, "Thank you Paddy, that was wonderful, now would you like him to finish you with my mouth...or in my pussy...or in my ass?"

"Camille," Paddy replied, "That is totally up to you."

With that Camille rolled over and said, "In that case I would like to feel you in my pussy and then I want you to come in my ass."

Paddy moved on top and slipped easily into Camille's pussy and she raised herself slightly to ease his thrusts. After what seemed a very short time Camille reached back and Paddy withdrew. She took a little lube and, having licked around his cock, she spread some on his glans and shaft. She bent over. Paddy positioned himself at her anus and eased in. Camille gasped and Paddy waited as her muscles relaxed and then slowly he began to thrust deeper and deeper into her ass.

Kate watched as Paddy fucked Camille first in the pussy and then entered her ass. She momentarily considered having Laurent move to her ass, but she knew that he was just too big for her. Instead she began to push back harder against his thrusts sending waves of stimulation from her pussy up her spine and throughout her body. Laurent took Kate's hips and began to thrust harder and harder until his cock was pistoning into her. Kate felt first one and then another small orgasm build and burst in her pussy, each time the walls contracted against Laurent's cock only to be opened again as he continued to drive into her core.

Camille looked to her left right into Kate's lust filled eyes and, without speaking, the two women reached out clasped each other's hand. Paddy's thrusts had grown increasingly frantic and ragged as the muscles in his legs and buttocks pulsed and tensed. He felt his balls tighten and his cock swell and then, with a gasp, he came deep in Camille's ass and she shrieked in response. Kate bit her lip and, looking into Camille's eyes, moaned and trembled as another mammoth orgasm grew. Laurent's thrusts into her cunt were so forceful that they were almost painful and then, as his cock filled her almost to her womb, she felt him cum. Kate felt herself involuntarily drive back onto Laurent's cock as if seeking to milk every drop from him and her head spun as the orgasm sent her body into huge spasms.

Shattered and drained all six of them lay there on the bed, unable and unwilling to move for some time before first Franck and then Laurent began to help Sophie and Camille back to get their clothes and head for taxis and home. Kate lay curled in Paddy's arms for a little longer. She kissed him and smiled ,"Did you enjoy your birthday Darling?"

Paddy just smiled.

Epilogue: 9.30 am Sunday, Hotel Vieux Pierre, Isle Saint Louis, Paris

Paddy and Kate sat quietly in bed, tucking into warm fresh croissants and hot chocolate. Soon they would have to pack up and head out around the city for a few presents before the flight back to Dublin, but not just yet.

Paddy's mobile buzzed and he flicked it open to see a text from Franck. He read it and laughed. Kate looked up from the Sunday papers, "What's the message Love?" she asked.

"Oh, Franck says we made a bit of an impression last night," Paddy replied, "Apparently Laurent has already been in contact to find out if we could come over for another weekend in month or so. He wants us to be his guests in his country house near Tours, the only condition is that you agree to learn to belly dance."