"What are we…"
She licked.
"Going to do when…"
She licked again.
"… when Brandon comes to Paris?" she said. She finally finished her sentence, then pulled most of Rick's cock into her mouth.
"I guess you'll have to let him join us," Rick said.
She brought her mouth quickly away. "That's not funny."
"I wasn't trying to be funny. You're doing a bang-up nice job on my cock."
Armand was doing a bang-up job too, as he had all night. He released her legs and lifted under her belly, pulling her more to her knees.
"Pussy only," she said, letting Rick's cock pop from her lips for just a moment. Her ass was for Brandon, if he wanted it, she thought, and she went back to working on Rick's cock with her lips.
"Of course, only the pussy," Armand said. He pressed his own cock against her and her pussy seemed to devour it, sucking it deep inside.
"Such a strange girl. She does not want the cock in the ass."
"Shut up," Leslie said, then she hummed her approval at the way Armand was stroking her pussy. It was so hard for her to believe that just two days ago, she had been so repressed. Now she felt freedom, and she wanted to do everything there was to do – everything but one.
She liked the way Rick's cock felt in her hand, and she liked the way Armand's cock felt in her pussy. Armand move in and out of her, jamming as far as he could go, and she kept wiggling her ass, wanting him to jam it in even farther.
It was a deliciously new feeling to have one cock in her pussy and another in her hand and mouth, and she rocked her ass back against Armand, as she rocked away from Rick's cock. She set up a kind of slow and gentle ballet of carnal pleasure, forward and backward. Cock in her mouth, cock in her pussy, cock sliding backward, cock sliding forward. In and out, back and forth, oh, yes!
She loved when she had this kind of control, but the men were getting excited and they were losing their own control, and they were moving too fast. It was no longer a ballet, but a slam dance, and that was good too. Armand was slamming his cock into her pussy. Rick was moving his hips, thrusting back and forth as if he were fucking her mouth.
Let them fuck her, let them fuck her hard, whether they were fucking her pussy or her mouth. They controlled the speed, but she controlled the dos and the don'ts of the situation. At any moment she could stop, leaving them both frustrated, but she did not want to stop. She loved being fucked and she loved sucking cock. She loved satisfying herself and others.
This was the way it was always meant to be. It was the way it should have been with Brandon from the beginning; but he was afraid of her, and she was afraid of him.
This was it. This was heaven, the carnal heaven she had wanted for the entire three years of her marriage.
She was feeling it, yes. She was feeling it, the tingles, ripples and shocks of pleasure that went through her entire body. She felt it, not only in her pussy and her mouth and tongue; but in her brain, down her spine, through her whole body.
Oh, yes, this was it!
She could feel that Rick was going to come, and she quickly withdrew her face from his cock, and his come spurted against her forehead, and it rolled over her eye and down her cheek.
"Oui, oui, oui," Armand said, and he relaxed, and Leslie knew he had come too.
"Oh, God, yes," Leslie said. "You don't know how wonderful I feel right now."
"You'll feel a lot more wonderful in a little while," Rick said.
Leslie looked up at Rick, and she was confused by the look on his face.
"Why?" she asked.
"Because it will get better," Rick said, and smiled.
Perhaps Judy would come and that would make it a little better, but it would not be until Brandon came to her and understood that she would be truly happy.
She wiped Rick's come from her face and licked it from her fingers. She knew she was driving the men insane with the visual image, but she wanted to fuck some more. Armand seemed exhausted from hours of sex, and Rick seemed exhausted too.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
JUDY
The three of them crawled under the sheet, and she lay with Armand on one side and Rick on the other. She wondered where Judy was, but as she thought about her, she remembered Brandon too. She had learned a lot in the past thirty-six hours, and she was not certain she could ever go back to him.
It was not that she didn't love him, she did. She loved him more than anything, but so much about their life had been dull, and he had sought his pleasure elsewhere. The only time she ever had fun was when they were with Rick and Judy. At times they may have joked about sex, but nothing had ever happened between them until these past few days. If Brandon didn't want her, at least she'd have sex friends in Rick and Judy – if they let her do that.
She thought she had dozed off and started to dream, because when she opened her eyes and looked to the doorway, Brandon was standing there naked.
"Brandon?" she said.
Armand came quickly awake. He sat upright and jumped from the bed. "Who are you?" he asked.
"I'm Leslie's husband," Brandon said. He took one step as if to attack, but he stopped when Armand came around the bed.
The two stood perfectly still and naked, glaring at each other for a long moment, then Armand, relying on his natural charm, bowed his head slightly. "You're welcome to enjoy your wife. Perhaps the four of us …"
"No!" Leslie said, but mentally, she added, Not yet.
Some things had to be explained.
"It's okay," Rick whispered from beside her. "Let it play out."
To confuse matters even further, Judy stepped into the room. She was naked too, and she brought her hand over Brandon's cock.
"I straightened some things out with Brandon," Judy said, smiling.
Leslie felt a pang of jealousy stab through her chest, but she quickly understood that she had little right to be jealous after the long night she had spent with Armand.
"We told him about your lessons," Judy said, "and we gave him a little lesson of our own."
Brandon's cock had already started to engorge in Judy's hand, and Leslie felt the jealousy again. She felt something else as well, and she was not quite sure what it was. During this exchange, she had been looking into Rick's eyes, expecting him to be furious. Instead, there was a hurt expression and perhaps a look of love too, but these last two days had nothing to do with love. It had to do with the other thing – it had to do with fucking.
"I don't want you to be mad at me about this, but I can't be sorry. I've learned to much these past couple of days, and I hope I can teach you some things."
"Such a beautiful meeting among the lovers," Armand said, sarcastically.
"Shut up," Leslie said.
"Do you know who you are speaking to?"
"Of course she does," Judy said. "Why don't you get dressed and go to work. Don't you have a bistro to open?"
"Armand, you're a wonderful fuck, but no more than that, so don't be so damned possessive," Leslie said, with her new courage taking hold.
"What nonsense is this?" said Armand.
"I've come to fuck my wife," Brandon said.
Leslie was startled. He sounded nothing like the Brandon she left in America, and she liked it. It was not just the power behind his words, but was his use of "fuck." She rarely heard him use it, and never in the context of sex.
"Maybe all five of us can get some fun?" Brandon said.
"Ah yes, the orgy as you say," said Armand. He looked at Leslie for approval, but she gave none. Instead, she challenged him. "I'm not interested in an orgy. I just want to fuck my husband."
"Ooooo la," Armand muttered. "The woman has learned nothing."
"Au contraire!" Leslie said. "I've learned a hell of a lot, and I'm sure Brandon will appreciate it."