"Get your ass up," Rick growled.
Judy was startled, thinking he was talking to her, but she quickly realized that he was standing behind Genevieve who struggled from between Judy's closed thighs. For a moment, her mouth lost contact with Judy's pussy, but she quickly moved herself to a position where Rick could fuck her from behind.
"Oui, monsieur," Genevieve said. "Fuck me, monsieur. Fuck me. In the ass, in the pussy, anyplace you like. Fuck me." Her breath and lips fluttered at Judy's pussy even as she spoke.
"You're damned right, I'll fuck you," he said, and he smiled at Judy as he brought his hard cock behind Genevieve. "I love what they're doing to you, and I know you love it."
"Yes, and I love that you love it."
"This is for only the woman," Colette insisted.
"Fuck you," Rick said. Judy was thrilled at the way he challenged Colette, and it sent an extra ripple of pleasure through her. She was not certain whether it was a mental or a physical pleasure, but whatever it was, it was caused by Rick's demands.
"Oh, yes, that one," Genevieve said. "The pussy, I love the cock in the pussy."
"Yeah," Rick said, and he started the slow, rhythmic movement of his ass as he pumped his cock in and out of the chambermaid.
"Ooooo," Genevieve cried, and her cry rippled through her mouth and rumbled against Judy's pussy. Judy quivered, but she was not satisfied.
"Fuck me, Rick. I want you to fuck me," Judy said.
"Soon," he said, and he kept going at Genevieve's pussy until she moaned long and loud.
"Your are very good for beginner," Collette said, as she brought her pussy away from Judy's face, and sat beside her on the desk.
Colette kissed Judy and fondled her breast, and Rick was hanging onto to Genevieve, pumping his last thrusts into her.
"Tres bien, very good, very, very good." Genevieve said. She slid away from Judy to the floor and Rick was standing in front of her with his cock still hard.
"Please come back here. Come behind me and fuck me," Colette said. Now, there was a marked difference in her tone. She no longer made a demand but a request.
Judy looked at Colette's timid expression. Rick was in charge now, and Judy loved it.
He smiled and looked at both of them. Only a few minutes ago, the hotel manager was the tyrant who had complete control of her subjects, but now she was the subject and Rick the leader.
"I'd only fuck you if I want to fuck you, but right now, I want to fuck my wife," Rick said.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean you two can do anything you want. Fuck your friend, eat her, or just watch us, but I want to fuck my wife."
"Oh, Rick. That's the nicest thing you've ever said in front of other people."
"And I mean it," he said.
With her legs still spread, Rick went around in front of her with his cock in hand. While Colette looked on, Genevieve brought her fingers to Judy's pussy and spread the outer lips for Rick to fuck her. He took three, easy strokes, then rapidly picked up speed, and began to slam into her and fuck her, as he had never fucked her before.
"They are so beautiful," Genevieve said, as if she were speaking of cherubs or children.
"Yes," Colette said. She turned Genevieve toward her, pulled her into her arms, and kissed her while her fingers explored her body.
"We will get another man when they leave," Colette said in French.
"Oui, madam, oui. Oh, yesssss."
The two women kissed, but Rick pumped his cock harder and harder, fucking his wife and making love to her at the same time. All the physical pleasure that preceeded this moment was nothing like the pleasure of the fantastic love-fuck of her own husband.
"I told you the Americans are crazy," Colette said.
She said it in English for Rick and Judy's benefit, but to Judy it made no difference. She was here in Paris, making love with her own husband, and in front of an audience, the way she had fantasized since the first days of their marriage.
***
When Rick and Judy returned to there room, someone had slipped a message under their door that said Leslie's husband Brandon would be coming to Paris the next afternoon.
"Damn," Judy said. "What's that going to mean?"
"I don't know what it means now, but Leslie better be here in the morning. Maybe you'd better go get her now?"
"No. The morning is soon enough," Judy said. She laced her fingers in Rick's hair, looked up and pecked him lightly on the lips. If they were not going to get any sleep, they might as well make the best of it.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
BRANDON
"Place de la Concorde, Rue Royale!" the driver shouted.
"Huh?" Brandon Carson said, and he awoke from making love to Judy Haines. It was something he often dreamed about, and even more often, thought about, but he was in Paris now, and he'd better mind his thoughts.
"Thank you," Brandon said.
What's the matter with me, he thought. He had a wife he loved and a secretary he fucked every day and many nights until he got rid of her. Yet he was still having wet dreams about his friend's wife. He was too damned insatiable, that was his problem.
"But is that a bad thing?" he muttered to himself as he rearranged his cock in his trousers.
"Pardon, monsieur?"
"Nothing," he said, and climbed out of the taxi in front of the hotel.
It was nearly four in the morning, Paris time, but he hurried through the hotel check-in ritual. The night clerk called up to his room twice, and finally, he said that there was no answer.
That was curious, no answer in the middle of the night? But Leslie had always been a sound sleeper. "How about Mr. and Mrs. Haines?" he said, and the house operator connected him.
"Yes?" said a sleepy Judy Haines.
"It's me, Brandon. I'm sorry to wake you up, but Leslie isn't answering?"
"Leslie?" she said.
"Yes, my wife, Leslie. This is Brandon. I got an earlier flight. I'm in the lobby."
"Oh, shit! Oh, Brandon. Sorry, I was sleeping. Come right to our room. Don't bother her. She's knocked out."
"Don't bother her? What are you talking about?" he said, but realized she had already hung up the phone.
He carried his own bag to the room and tapped on the door.
"Wait a sec," Judy said.
He waited for her to open the door, but it was not until he knocked again that she hollered, "Come on in."
Brandon stepped inside. He lowered his suit bag to the floor and did a double take at Judy who was lying on the bed in her bathrobe.
"Come over here and sit with me," Judy she, smiling and patting a place beside her.
"Where's, uh, I mean where's, uh, Rick … and Leslie?" He was confused and jealous. At the same time, he was terrible interested in Judy's pose, her inviting smile. Damn! She was even wearing earrings in the middle of the night.
"They went to breakfast," Judy said.
"At this hour of the morning?"
"There's a whole different time thing in Paris. You know, jet lag and all that. I'm sure you have some of it," Judy said.
"Breakfast? Oh. I … uh … maybe I should … uh … I guess I should to my own room. Is it through this door?" he said.
For some reason, he didn't go back for his bag, and he crossed to the connecting door, with its glass panels and high latch. Before he even gripped the latch, Leslie jumped from the bed. "Come back here, you ninny."
"But I mean, my room…"
"Don't be so shy," Judy said.
By that time, she had slid between him and the door, but she was still wearing the I-want-you smile.