French Undressing - Erotic Story

My wife Annie and I have been married five years, I am 42 and Annie 32. We have a great sex life and often fantasize when making love. Annie has a thing about younger men and loves to make up stories about going to bed with young studs - say about 20 years old. The glorious discovery of a new, young body. That wonderful moment of the first time feel of a naked man. These thoughts get her so horny. Could it ever happen? I sometimes wished it would. The fantasy of sharing her was so erotic.

We have just returned from a holiday in Spain and have been over what happened time and time again - we no longer have to fantasise!

We arrived at our apartment just after lunch and decided to relax for the rest of the afternoon. Annie changed into a skimpy bikini and went to sunbathe on the balcony while I went to do some shopping for essential provisions and a couple of drinks.

When I returned, I heard my wife's laughter throught the open doors leading from the lounge/diner to the balcony. Investigating, I found Annie seated with a bronzed young guy. They were leaning close together and obviously sharing a very funny joke.

"Ian, this is Paul from next door, he's French," Annie giggled. Our balcony was linked to the next with only a low, separating trellis.

I extended my hand and Paul, putting down the wine bottle with which he was filling my wife's glass, shook hands. He was staggeringly handsome, with dark blue eyes, blond curly hair and a fit, trim, muscular body. He was about 6'2". Pouch-like trunks barely concealed a bulging package of balls and penis that any man would be proud to show off. A true Adonis, he was in his early twenties.

"Paul is over here to take part in some wind surfing races," my wife explained. "Get a glass and join us." I went to the kitchen and brought back a glass which Paul filled. Although I had only been away for a couple of hours, my wife was already quite tipsy.

It was obvious that Annie was very attracted to this man, and he to her. My wife is a sensual woman with a slim, curvy body; full, firm, pert breasts; glorious peach-like bottom and long elegant legs.

Paul's English was excellent. He had a tremendous sense of humour and we spent a very enjoyable couple of hours drinking and chatting to him. I couldn't help thinking he would make a super stud for one of our fantasies. My mind was racing. Imagine that night... Annie and Paul... Would I really want it? The thought of it made my cock stir.

Annie's disappointment was obvious when Paul apologised for having to leave - he was meeting some friends later that evening. I too was sorry he couldn't stay, I found his empathy with my wife strangely erotic. And he seemed reluctant to leave.

"Trust you, " I smiled at Annie after he had gone. "Only here five minutes and you've got a male sniffing after you!" I joked.

"Wasn't he gorgeous," drooled Annie, "and that bulge - I could hardly keep my hands to myself. I've gone tingly just thinking about him. Just imagine if...." She stopped and winked. We both knew what she thought.

That night I lay next to Annie feeling so randy. She fondled my penis as I played with her clit, nibbling a breast. We discussed Paul. Annie admitted she found him very attractive. She squeezed me hard and leaned over me. "Do you think Paul would like to fuck me?"

I nodded, "I'm sure he'd love to stretch his penis inside you. What about a little fantasy, imagine him shaking with lust for you, cock erect." I coaxed.

I felt almost breathless with lust when she replied, "I don't think we have to fantasise - I think we could really do it with him! In fact, I know so." She stared in a peculiar way, as if she were a stranger, not my wife. Up to now, we had shared only harmless fantasies. I knew what Annie proposed, the real thing, was very dangerous.

"What do you mean, you know so?" I blurted. Annie bent down and ran her tongue along the length of my now erect penis. "I can tell he wants me and he knows I want him. I made it obvious, I couldn't help it," she said. She looked at me in deadly earnest. "Would you be jealous, you know, if he really fucked me? Can you imagine it? Just like we fuck. But Paul and me, our two naked bodies together in bed. His penis right up me. Me kissing him, urging him on to ejaculate inside me..."

I had to stop her, stop her fondling me and stop her sexy talk. She was bringing me to the verge of orgasm. I quickly pulled her hand away.

"Ooh, you nearly came, you randy sod! Just me talking about it! You'd love it, wouldn't you?" But then she warned, "It's one hell of a step for a husband to take, a step of no return. We couldn't undo it. You could never take away the fact that he had been inside me. That we had screwed. That he had filled me with his sperm. Would you really be able to cope with that?"

I knew Annie was testing me, trying to discover if I would really go the whole way. And she was enjoying it. She fondled me more, making sure I was still worked up, wanting me to say yes. The urge to go ahead and do it was unbearable.

"Well," she demanded. Annie saw I had doubts. "Isn't our love big enough for it?" The drink was talking. "Its not that. he might have some disease or anything," I mumbled.

Annie was ready for this one. She explained that he had a partner who was joining him next week. They'd been together for over a year. She was sure he was safe. 'He is very careful with partners." She was insistant. When she gets horny, Annie can be very insistant. "How on earth do you know all this," I asked.

"You were away nearly two hours, we talked a lot, we seemed to equate well," smiled Annie. "You know you'd love to watch him fucking me and there couldn't be a better time than on holiday. We can't get too involved in a couple of weeks. But would you be able to cope?"

I knew that she wanted him badly and I felt so randy thinking about it. They must have discussed it. "OK," I agreed. "I'm sure I won't be jealous." My hands were shaking at the thought.

"Oh you beauty," she sucked my cock, she was so pleased. "But how are we going to set it up?" I asked.

"Just leave him to me," exclaimed Annie. I was now so worked up I had to screw and I moved over my wife to make love. But she pushed me away, saying we should stay randy for Paul. And she wouldn't discuss it anymore. She wouldn't tell me anything more about their conversation.

To cut a long story short, Annie was knocking on Paul's door at 11 the next morning - to borrow some coffee. She wore only her tiny bikini. There was no answer to her knock so she went around to the balcony, crossed the trellis and knocked on the patio doors. Then she disappeared inside.

She returned about 10 minutes later, a big bath towel wrapped around her, looking breathless and flushed. "What the hell have you been up to, why the towel?" I demanded, eager to find out why she was so long.

"Oh Ian, he is terrible. He was in bed, I woke him up. He said it would cost me." Annie was flustered.

"What did it cost you?" I couldn't wait to hear what had happened, my knees felt weak. A randy, nervous jealousy mingled with lust, engulfed me.

"He wanted a kiss. He got out of bed and kissed me. He was so good. Soon his hands were everywhere, he undid my top, tickled my nipples then asked me for my bikini bottom. I had to, I couldn't help it. He was standing next to me in his pyjamas. He took my bottom down. Then he was pssing against me - it got so big - it was poking out so hard and white and smooth with a big, red end. And he wouldn't give me my bikini back. He just told me to come back here and he would join us in a minute. I think he was wo rried that you may not be a willing party to all this. I told him it was OK but I don't think he was sure." Annie rushed out her story.

Before I could quiz her about it, Paul was on our balcony. "Your sexy wife forgot her bikini," he smiled, walking through the open door. "You really must stop your beautiful wife jumping out of her clothes for strange men," laughed Paul.

I smiled nervously as I eyed him. The room was hot, no air conditioning. The atmosphere was electric with sex. Paul was so sure of himself, almost cocky! My body felt weak, butterflies in my stomach, hands shaking. The delicious feeling of a mixture of jealousy and lust was now unbearable. When a woman gives a man her body, she gives him her whole being - the ultimate gift - total intimacy. This was leading to exactly that. This man was going to take my wife.

Paul was an extrovert. He took charge. "Come here, my little sexpot, I would like my towel back and you won't need these," he whispered, tossing me her bikini bottom. Annie walked to him like a robot. He pulled away the towel and she stood naked, facing him, her back to me. Her fabulous hour-glass figure, firm round buttocks, wide hips, narrow waist - all now on view to both of us. Paul's eyes roamed her body.

Paul claimed her with a kiss. He took her face between his hands and kissed her. They exchanged tongues. His hands slid to her shoulders, feeling her flesh as they slowly, so slowly, travelled down her back to her waist, then on to grip the firm globes of her bottom, pulling her to him. Their bodies pssed tightly together, my wife's pelvis undulating against him, encouragement to his erecting penis.

My mind was racing, I visualized this beautiful man screwing my wife, lying between her legs, buttocks thrusting. My cock was erect. I moved round to get a better view. Then Paul pulled away slightly and bent to nibble Annie's nipples. She sighed. She held his head to her breasts. Paul deftly pulled a string at his side and his trunks fell away, releasing the pssure on his captive penis. It flopped forward, half hard, an awesome, thick penis with a bulbous head, half covered with foreskin.

"I'm going to give you something you'll remember," breathed Paul. "Oh Paul," is all Annie groaned, her hand looking so small against the rod of flesh she fondled, the foreskin now stretched back behind the bloated head.

Paul slid down, running his tongue over my wife's flat tummy, palying with her navel, down to the thick, black, triangular thatch of curly, pubic hair. He was now sitting between her legs.

Holding her bottom with one hand, Paul spad open the slit of Annie's cunt with the fingers of the other, parting the petal shaped lips and seemed to bury his face in the hairy mound. Her pussy was now HIS pussy. He sucked her clit, furiously. Annie lowered herself slightly into a half crouch to give him better access. Soon she was moaning loudly, almost wailing, holding Paul's head for balance, one second her head thrown back, the next staring down at her stud.

Paul was now sitting upright on the floor, his legs outstretched between Annie's, his enormous erection pointing upwards from his lap. He was so experienced! He sensed her imminent orgasm. He was holding her pussy against his face with two hands cupping her buttocks. Slowly, he lowered her down onto his throbbing prick. Penetration seemed automatic, marked by a sigh from Annie and a groan from Paul. It was so exciting for me to watch his huge cock slide between her wet lips.

Sitting upright, arms around Paul, Annie started grinding herself into his lap. Her arms hugged his body, hands gripping his back, her pelvis undulating wildly. Desperate in the urgency of her orgasm. Paul hardly needed to move, such was her frenzy, but move he did. He was almost there too. He jerked his pelvis up and down as best he could, with Annie impaled on his joystick. Paul reached between their bodies to rub my wife's clit, maximising her orgasm. She cried out, stiffened her back and rode on Paul as he gripped her buttocks, lifting her up and down on his erection.

Paul was now coarse and Annie loved it. She screamed obscenities. In the final throes of her orgasm, he pushed her back onto the floor, falling forward over her, thrusting into her as he lay down on top of her. He was wild, she loved the onslaught, satiating her after her orgasm. She clutched at him as he cried out in ejaculation, spurting a flood of sperm into her.

"There, there," she cried, "give me all your love... let's squeeze it all out."

They lay sweating in the heat, clinging together, kissing. Paul pssed into my wife occasionally as she clenched her vaginal muscles, both savouring the after sensation of orgasm. Paul's great king cock (as Annie calls it), thick and sticky, throbbing within her.

Even to a woman recovering from a fabulous orgasm, a 6'2" hunk of a male becomes a little heavy when it has you sandwiched against a hard floor.

"Let's go somewhere a little more comfy, darling," she said, kissing Paul's nose.

There was a strange sucking noise as Paul pulled out. Annie giggled. Then she stared in astonishment. I was staggered. Although it was semi-flaccid, it was enormous, sort of bloated. It swayed as they walked to the bedroom. Annie asked me to bring drinks.

It only takes a minute to open a bottle of wine. Long enough for a sexy woman to get a young stud erect, even just after he has fucked her. Especially when it was only the first time. When I returned, they were meshed together, thrusting, sweating, lost in each other. They took much longer this time before Paul poured more thick cream deep into her womb.

Our holiday continued in this way, Paul fucking Annie into oblivion while I watched and wanked. What a holiday!


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