It might be teasing, Judy thought, but she was determined to drag it out. The longer Leslie's needs were suppressed, the more active a participant she would become at the next incident.
"Let's go to the bistro and get something light for dinner," Judy said.
"Yes, the same place, almost next door. We can get something to go and-" Leslie cut off her words, and glanced quickly at Judy and Rick, letting them know she was ready for anything. Take out food, take out wine, anything, then back to the hotel.
"Nah, let's eat in here," Rick said.
Armand drew closed the last of the blinds.
"It looks like they're closing," Leslie said,
"Let's see," Judy said, tapping on the window.
The tall, good-looking Frenchman opened the blind and smiled at them.
"Ah," he said, and unlocked the door, and with a sweeping gesture, indicated they should sit anywhere they liked. Judy picked a small table that gave a view to the counter; she had her reasons for doing it. As they sat, he locked the door again. The blinds were still drawn.
"I am pleased that you have returned to my humble bistro. I am here to serve you in any way I can."
Judy noticed the way Armand looked straight down at Leslie's thighs, and she smiled to herself. In her seated position, Leslie's dark skirt had crawled nearly halfway to her waist, and there wasn't a real man alive who could resist that kind of show.
As Armand studied Leslie's thighs, Judy watched the bulge at the front of his tight jeans. He's a Frenchman all right, she mused. She was getting anxious, but as much as she liked the appearance of Armand and his bulge, she knew that it was Leslie who needed the lessons in love.
"We'll have something light. A broth and a salad maybe," Judy said. She certainly did not want Leslie to be screwing on a full stomach.
"For all of us," Rick said, then went about looking at the menu to select the specifics.
"Wine first?" Armand asked.
"Of course," Rick said.
Armand's gaze seemed attached to Judy's face, but his cock was more interested in Judy's naked legs and what was between them. "I'm so glad you chose the broth and the salads," Armand said. "I was about to close. I've already sent the chef home, but I will be most happy to serve you myself."
"I'm sure everything will be fine," Rick said.
Armand went to the kitchen that was against the wall behind the counter, like some American diners.
"He's a hot one," Judy said.
"Yes," Rick said. "I saw how much you liked him, and the place is empty?"
"Why did he lock the door?" Leslie said.
"I suppose because he doesn't want any more customers to come in."
"Who knows why the French do what they do?" Judy said. Then she added, "He might be a good match for you. Look, he cooks too."
Leslie blushed as Armand stepped from behind the counter, and at the same time, Judy slid her hand over Rick's thigh, and gripped his cock through his trousers as she did this afternoon. Rick didn't protest.
Armand brought the wine, and poured four glasses.
"Do you mind if I sit with you for a moment?"
"Not at all," Leslie said. Her voice cracked as it had been doing all afternoon. Her fingers were trembling, if not in anticipation, perhaps in fear, but definitely with desire.
Armand sat next to Leslie, but he grinned seductively at Judy who was across the table from him. Judy nodded with a slight tilt of her head toward Leslie. She was very good at directing things.
"Yes, of course," he said. He held his eyes on Judy, but he was reaching under the table, his fingers moving toward Leslie's thigh.
"Oh!" Leslie said, and her cheeks flushed.
Judy sensed the movement as Leslie slid down in her chair, spreading her legs, inviting him to reach even closer to her pussy. His hand slid farther and farther upward, and Judy was surprised to see that Leslie wore no pants.
"Oh," Leslie said. It was her second "Oh," but this one was something like a squeak.
Not knowing what was going on, Rick frowned, but Judy squeezed Rick's cock and regained his attention.
"Oh, God," Leslie said, and Judy smiled.
"It will be my pleasure, Mesdames et Monsieur. Your dinner is on me, and perhaps we can, shall we say, 'play' in my little bistro."
"Is this okay with you?" Rick said to Judy.
"Anything is okay with me."
"Me too," Leslie's said, out of breath. Her breasts were heaving. Her nipples were like fingers pressing against the material of her halter, and she was so full of enthusiasm she was bouncing off the chair.
"Maybe Judy and I should just get back to our room," Rick said.
"No!" Leslie said.
Judy could tell from the look that it had nothing to do with Leslie wanting more people in her little sexcapade. What it had to do with, was Leslie's fear of being left alone with a stranger.
"I'm sure you'll be all right, sweetie," Judy said. "We know where Armand lives, and I'm sure Armand would never hurt you."
"Never," he said, grinning as his fingers continued to work at her pussy.
"Then it's time for us to go," Rick said.
Judy was disappointed. This morning, she had her first taste of the menage a trois, and she had hoped for a menage a quatre, but it was too much to hope for Rick to understand.
"You stay," Judy said. "I'm sure Armand will give you a lovely time."
"Of course," Armand said, graciously.
Before Rick left the bistro, Armand took him aside. He said something, and he handed something to Rick. Judy had no idea what any of it was about, but she did know that Rick had talked to Armand this afternoon. When they were outside, Armand locked the door behind them, and Judy growled.
"He wanted you and him to fuck her, didn't he?" she said, now jealous of Leslie.
"Not quite," Rick said.
"Did he pay you for her?"
"Of course not," Rick said, and he laughed.
***
LESLIE
Leslie was frightened as the attractive Frenchman strode away from the door, ginning at her. He stood over the table and poured another glass of wine for her. It was only her second, and she would not overdo it as she had done this afternoon.
"I, uh, I'm not very experienced," Leslie said.
"It's nothing. You are quite attractive, and, as your friends say, I would never harm you."
He reached down, gripped her arms, and pulling her upward from the chair, he brought his mouth to hers, intruding his tongue at the very moment their lips touched. His hands slipped from her shoulders to her behind, and he raised her skirt, exposing the bareness of her cheeks underneath. His fingers felt so delicious as they kneaded the cheeks of her ass.
With a boldness of her own that Leslie had never dreamed of just a few days ago, she lowered his zipper and gripped his cock.
What was she doing, and why was she doing it, she wondered. Yet without thinking, she was moving her hand up and down over his cock the way Judy had taught her. She was excited because she was doing things she had never done before, and she was doing it on her own, with no encouragement from her friends, but only the encouragement of Armand's passionate, tongue-twirling kiss.
She wondered if she would ever be able to go back to Brandon. Would she ever even want him again, and would he want her? He had his big tit, young secretary, so why did he need a wife? More importantly, why did Leslie need him when she could have men like Armand?
His mouth slid from hers and over her shoulder. His tongue and teeth tugged at her halter and cleared it away from one of her breasts. He kissed it, without touching the nipple, but he came ever so close.
"Ohhh!"
She wanted the feel of sucking lips, of licking tongue, as she felt the pleasure of his cock in her hand. Never in a million years would she do anything like this with her husband. Brandon was a man who couldn't make love to her except in the most elementary way, a man whose only idea of variety was to make love on the living room sofa.