by Rebecca Foxx
“I see that you two are enjoying your time in the City of Love,” Miriam said, smiling at the couple maternally. It genuinely gave her joy to see them both happy. She’d been around long enough to know that they were probably hungry to get back up to their hotel room and continue enjoying each other’s company. She had a flight to catch anyway. She hugged and kissed both of them. They would see each other again in a week or so when they were all back in New York.
Marco and Aviva kissed and clawed at each other in the elevator and barely got back to the room before they’d completely torn each other’s clothes off.
As they lay naked on the bed, Marco slipped a finger into Aviva’s wet pussy, working it in and out. She closed her eyes and moaned. The nipples of her b-cup, nicely shaped breasts, were fully erect. With just the fingers of one hand, Marco seemed to be in complete control of her.
“I love when you touch me like that,” she said. “But what I really need is that hard cock inside of me.”
Marco smiled with self-satisfaction and white-hot lust. He loved it when she talked like that. He took a moment to admire his wife’s naked form. She was absolutely gorgeous. Her skin was just the right shade of alabaster. She still had the wonderfully slim body that she had ten years ago when they got married. It was a joy, a pleasure, and an honor to make love to such a gloriously attractive woman.
Aviva moaned, eyes closed, lips slightly parted. A sheen of sweat covered her beautiful pale skin. Marco took one of her breasts in his hand. He squeezed it. Then smiled, admiring the beautifully shaped tit. Marco had never had a problem appreciating the female form. His philosophy was that if you looked hard enough, you would be sure to find something attractive about every woman. Thankfully, he had never really had to put that philosophy into place. Even in his early days as a chef, before he’d became famous; he’d always attracted and dated beautiful women. And why not? He was handsome, ambitious, packed big cock, and had a gift that would surely bring him power in future.
He’d had plenty of conquests. But when his days of being a player were over. They were over. When he’d truly fallen in love and decided to commit to Aviva, he no longer felt a desire to chase women around Manhattan, like some sort of insatiable and incorrigible cock hound.
Several hours later they were still in the bed, legs intertwined, hair completely disheveled. Most of Marco’s body was blissfully relaxed but there was something gnawing at him, nevertheless—an anxiety and insecurity that he carried within him for long enough. He would have to deal with it head on. He couldn’t afford to run away anymore.
“Do you think that I’ll make a good father?” Marco asked. The question had haunted him for years. It’s the reason that he kept putting off the decision about when they would have children. In Aviva’s mind there was no question that they were going to have children. It was just a question of when. But for her that ‘when’ needed to be soon. She was thirty-four. She had the strong desire to be a mother. Whenever they passed couple’s with young children, she would try to make it clear to Marco that she wanted to build that kind of family. She would never feel whole without a child. She needed for him to understand that. She desperately did.
“I think that you will make an incredible father,” she said.
But Marco wasn’t quite so sure. His past still haunted him.
“Are you afraid that you are going to end up like your father?” She asked, lifting her head from his chest and staring at him. She smiled and traced a finger across his lips. He couldn’t help smile himself. But then fear and anxiety took hold of him once again.
He couldn’t bear to think of his father, the man who had first revealed to him all the creative possibilities that could be achieved if a chef was truly aware of them. While his friends were out playing on the weekends, Marco would spend his time working his ass off in the family’s BBQ restaurant. It seemed strange that Marco had gone on to be a pastry chef, and a high end one at that. Why hadn’t he stayed on and worked in the family restaurant? Or why not open a BBQ, or a similar type of establishment on his own?
Marco had known from an early age that he wouldn’t be able to work at the family restaurant for long. His desire for independence caused great conflict within the family. His mother was sad that he didn’t want to stay on and work in the business full-time, eventually taking it over, but she didn’t try to stand in his way or convince him that he was making the wrong decision. It was his life and if they didn’t let him make his own decisions, he would end up being very resentful of them. That was something that she absolutely did not want to happen.
As all these memories swirled around his mind, Marco sighed and ran his fingers through Aviva’s hair. He looked at her warmly. She’d always been so warm and comforting to him. She’d always believed that he would be very successful, world famous even.
“My father was good man. Most of the time,” Marco said. “He loved that restaurant to death. And it was that love that made him a monster at times. And it was that love that killed him.”
Marco tried hard to fight back tears. His lips quivered and shook as his entire body was wracked with emotion. These were feelings that he was usually so good at keeping buried. Whenever a bad memory would begin to slowly and steadily creep up on him, he would immediately plunge himself into his work, pushing himself further and further past his limitations.
Marco continued, “That’s why I’ve been so reluctant to have children. To be a father. I’m afraid that I will end up handling difficult situations in the same way my father did.”
“By running away from them?” Aviva asked.
Marco sighed deeply. “Yes, that’s precisely—”
His answer was cut short. His tongue got stuck in his throat. Aviva’s loving hand felt so damn good on his hard cock. She stroked it up and down up and down, pausing briefly when she got to the head, allowing him to savor her expert touch.
“That feels so good,” he said. “You’ve got me so damn hard already.”
Aviva smiled seductively. She loved giving her man pleasure. After all these years, she knew precisely where he needed to be touched.
“Did you enjoy watching people pick food off my body?” She asked, while she continued to stroke the big hard cock.
Marco’s mind drifted into the past as the image of his wife’s naked body covered with food flashed before him. As a younger man, he would have never allowed his woman to do such a thing.
But the years had mellowed him. When he saw her laid out on the dining table like that in all of her naked glory, all he could was admire her like everyone else.
“I was so hard the entire time,” he replied. “The only thing that I wanted to do was to get on top of you and began pounding at your pussy. It was the most intense hard on that I’d ever had in my life.”
Aviva giggled. She felt so feminine and girly when he talked like that. She loved to know that he still found her so attractive. Of course, that was very reassuring for her. She knew very well that there would always be women buzzing around him. That was something that she had learned to accept. Despite that acceptance of just how desirable her husband was, she was definitely not the kind of woman who would tolerate any sort of disrespect, in particular adultery. If he wanted to do that sort of stuff, then he would have to go out and find himself some dumb, masochistic, bimbo who was willing to put up with that sort of crap because he was some big time famous, internationally renowned chef.
Marco couldn’t hold back any more. He sprung off the bed. His big cock pointed straight into the air. He looked at it triumphantly. He’d always been quite proud of the size of his prodigious member. And he’d never gotten any complaints from women.
“Get your slutty ass on all fours,” he commanded.
Aviva rolled on the bed, several times wrapping, then unwrapping herself from the silk bed sheets.
“I hope that I’m not going to have to ask you again,” he said, hands on his hips staring down at her imperiously.
“What are you goi
ng to do to me, Daddy?” She asked playfully.
Marco hesitated a moment before answering. A perverse grin crossed his face. He covered his mouth to stifle his laughter.
“What’s so funny?” Aviva asked, worried that he might be laughing at her.
“Just a crazy idea that I had, baby,” he said. “Something, a little bit strange and out there but at this point—”
“Tell me already,” she interrupted not willing to listen to any more of his preamble. Surely, he knew by now that she was willing to try almost anything, if there was the possibility of them both deriving pleasure from it.
“I was thinking that we could order a case of $300 a bottle champagne and lick it off of each other’s bodies.”
“All over our bodies?” She asked. “Like everywhere.”
Marco nodded his head slowly. Running around such a magical and romantic city as Paris was great fun and for many people it was the experience of a lifetime. But for Marco that wasn’t quite the kiss, at least the once in a lifetime thing didn’t apply. There was still plenty of romance and magic. But for this trip, it seemed to him that the most magical and romantic thing that the two of them could do together was to stay in this luxurious hotel and continue to making love and making plans for the future.
Marco picked up the room phone and called the front desk. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, buck naked with the phone pressed to his ear. Aviva reached between her legs and began stroking her pussy. She was so damn wet. She wanted his cock in her so bad: in her hand, her mouth, her pussy, or maybe even her ass. That was something that they had never tried before. She’d always been nervous and uptight about taking a cock up there. Sometimes when she was showering and she was certain that she was mountain fresh, soaped and cleaned, she would rub her tight asshole with one of her fingers. That always gave her such a shot of adrenaline and excitement.
Marco was still on hold and she couldn’t wait any longer. She got on the carpet on her knees and put her head between his big hairy legs. Then she began sniffing, then deeply inhaling his wonderfully masculine scent. She kept one hand between her legs. She could feel her juices beginning to run down her thighs. She couldn’t remember that last time that she’d been so wet and she couldn’t remember the last time that she’d been so hungry for Marco’s cock.
She took his large balls in her hand, admiring their size and weight. These big balls say so much about him, she said to herself. She popped first one, then the other into her mouth. Marco closed his eyes and moaned. It made her even wetter to know that she could give him so much pleasure. His tongue got caught in his throat as he tried to place the order for the case of champagne.
Aviva took the fat, purple head of his cock into her mouth. She focused her attention strictly on the head for several minutes—popping it in and out of her mouth, swirling her tongue around, and applying little tongue flicks directly on the slit at the top. She tasted his delicious precum and smiled. Marco’s body quivered with pleasure. His wife’s skillful and enthusiastic blowjobs, never got old to him. She’d done this to him so many times before, but when she was really into it, she had the ability to make it fee like a completely new and unexpected experience for him. But of course there was one thing that he did expect—one thing that he always knew to expect whenever Aviva brought her mouth in contact with his cock and balls. He knew that it wouldn’t be long before she brought him to the edge of orgasm and right when she got them she would momentarily pull back, leaving him right on the precipice of fulfillment, hanging there desperately not sure what her next move would be
With one hand, she rubbed her wet swollen pussy lips and with the other she stroked the big hard, saliva slicked cock that bounced in front of her.
“The champagne will be here in ten minutes,” Marco said, putting his hand under her chin and tilting her head up towards him. “I’m not sure that’s enough time for you to get me off.”
Their eyes fixed on each other. Marco had meant those last words as a playful sort of challenge. He knew full well that ten minutes was more than enough time for her to get him off. In that amount of time, she might even have been capable of getting him off more than once.
Aviva rubbed the juice from her wet pussy up and down Marco’s cock. Then she began licking up and down the shaft. He’d never seen her do anything like that before. He would have never imagined that she would have been into something so dirty and raunchy. But it was clear from the lusty and primal look in her eyes that she was extremely turned on.
“Ahhhh,” Marco sighed deeply as a wet finger slid into his asshole. It felt so damn good t penetrated like that. It felt so damn good to be able to let his guard down and allow her to take control of him. So damn good!
It wasn’t long before he could feel the cum rising in his dick. It wouldn’t be long now. And it was sure to be a big load.
Moments later he let out a loud grunt and instinctively pushed Aviva’s head down even further on his cock. Normally she wouldn’t have enjoyed that extra pressure being put on her head. But in that moment she was way too horny to care.
“Ah, my God, here it comes,” he said, eyes closed head thrown back. “Here it comes. I’m going to—”
Before he could finish the sentence, the cum began spurting from his dick directly into Aviva’s hungry mouth. She didn’t take that sweet mouth until Marco’s body had stopped shaking.
She slowly removed the half-hard cock from her mouth. He held it in front of her face and stared at it. It was such a beautiful organ –the thickest, fullest, longest, cock that she’d ever seen.
Some of his thick cum had spilled out of her mouth and onto her cheeks and chin. She wiped his fluid off her face with her fingers, then shoved the cum slicked fingers into her mouth. She smiled with a lusty satisfaction as she looked up into Marco’s face. He ran his fingers through her hair as he looked down at her. He was still panting and out of breath. A layer of sweat covered his entire body. Goddamn, this woman still gives the most intense blowjobs that I’ve ever had in my life, he thought to himself.
Aviva gave his cock a few more tugs and a few more kisses. Then she headed off to the bathroom. She came back to the bed with a wet towel in her hand. She got back down on her knees and wiped his cock and balls clean. When she was finished looked up at him playfully.
“Do you remember the first time that you came in my mouth and then I wiped you down?” She asked.
Marco closed his eyes and let his mind drift back into the past. The first time that he’d come in her mouth…Just those words alone set off all sorts of pleasurable sensations in his brain.
Two loud knocks on the door abruptly ended his reverie. “Room service,” a feminine voice said.
Marco and Aviva looked at each other and smiled. They were both naked and sweating and there was somebody knocking on the door, ready to deliver them a case of ridiculously expensive champagne. What a life! What a fucking life! And they were in Paris no less.
“Maybe we should just stay naked like this and let them bring in the bubbly,” Aviva said with a naughty, perverse look in her eyes.
Marco stared at her for a moment without answering. A few months ago he definitely wouldn’t have taken her seriously if she had said something like that. But these days things were different. She was a changed woman. And he was a changed man.
“Baby, you go into the bathroom and slip on some clothes,” Marco said. “I’ll take care of the order. And then we’ll get right back to where we left off.”
They spent the rest of the day in bed, screwing, spanking and sipping expensive champagne like dissolute, 17th century French libertines. This was the perfect way to end their trip. Marco could feel himself yearning for New York. He had a feeling that he would be able to create a lot of new deals for himself once he got back home.
Chapter 5
Six months later
Since returning to New York life had been a whirlwind for Marco and Aviva. Marco’s European tour had shot him to the top of the celebrit
y chef food chain. Every major morning talk show in the country wanted to interview him. The late night shows as well. He got a great offer for an after hours HBO special. It didn’t pay as well as some of the other offers that came flying his way—particularly the book and movie deals—but he had always admired HBO’s Real Sex series. It ran for several years and always illuminated an interesting but shadowy portion of the international erotic landscape.
He would love to have his own work showcased on such a creative and edgy network. With all of this craziness going on in his life, he hardly had time to stop and think about how far he’d come.
But one spring night while strolling down the same street that he’d been on the night that he’d had the epiphany that led to the highly successful exhibitions, he couldn’t help but remember his father. But something was different. He no longer felt the sadness or anger that he usually experienced when that image popped into his mind. Instead, he felt a strange sense of calm.
