by Rex Gordon
MENAGE A QUATRE
THIRTY-SIX HOURS OF PLEASURE
By
REX GORDON
A Renaissance E Books publication
ISBN 1-58873-272-X
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Copyright © 2002, 2003 by Rex Gordon
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A Sizzler/Scorcher Edition
(This book has also been published in a somewhat different form as French Lessons.)
CHAPTER ONE
JUDY
"Damn, you look luscious," Rick said, as Judy strode across their hotel room. She was wearing the red nightgown she bought especially for this trip to Paris.
"You ain't so bad yourself," she said, and she smiled as he leaned back, under the sheet and against a the stack of pillows
"I just loved the Eiffel Tower with its view of Paris. I mean you can see forever. It's a shame about Leslie and Brandon though."
"Rick, you worry too much about other people's problems. We can talk about them another time. Right now, it's just you and me. And here we are in Paris, the city of love."
"And poor Leslie, in Paris, all alone."
"She'll be fine."
Judy smiled. He was a sensitive guy, and she liked that about him. In fact, it was one of the reasons she married him.
She sighed and fluffed out her flowing dark hair as he watched. She knew he liked the way she looked, with her full red lips and her dark eyes. He was watching her in the mirror as she began to brush through her hair.
She was determined that they would make love their very first night in Paris, but that didn't happen. Last night, they had to baby sit Leslie, who was crying and moaning about how she thought Brandon didn't love her anymore. She was probably right about that. All of their friends knew that he was having a hot affair with his nineteen-year-old secretary.
She glanced at Rick. Apparently, thoughts of yesterday were far away from Rick. His bulge had risen steadily under the sheet, until it created a tent.
Still smiling, she turned to face him. She knew he loved every curve, every tip, every mound of her body. They were the things he loved to touch, to feel, to lick, and even to suck and to savor. Every bit of her was subtly visible through the red material of her gown.
He was good to her, and she was good to him, and they were good in bed together. Knowing that she had Rick was what made her life so pleasant. It made their love life even better – but it could be better still.
"Come here," he said, holding out his hands.
For just a moment, she was distracted by the fact that the door to the adjoining room was open just a crack. Leslie was supposed to be asleep in the next room. She probably wouldn't be looking through the doorway, but if she did, so what? A little peek could do no harm. Judy had thought about it in the past, and the idea of making love to Rick in front of an audience sent a shiver through her body.
She looked at the doorway without staring. The upper panels in the old, Left-Bank hotel were rippled glass that no one could see through. But the door moved and there was a slight gap between it and the frame. Judy smiled to herself and refocused on Rick. She climbed over him and knelt on the other side of the bed, still wearing her gown.
"You look good," he said.
"And this looks good to me," she said, gripping his erection through the sheet.
"Ooooo, and it feels good too."
As she began to stroke him slowly through the material, Rick reached out and slid his hand under her breast, barely touching it through the silkiness.
They looked into each other's eyes, and Leslie leaned forward, her lips touching his.
"I love you," he mumbled into her kiss.
"Me too," she mumbled back.
When she tried to pull her lips all the way from his, he chased her tongue with his, and they licked tip on tip. She put her hand all the way around his cock and gripped it fully through the sheet. Then she began to move her fingers slowly upward and downward. She enjoyed the texture of the material, loved the feel of the flesh beneath it. She thought of what it would be like when he pushed it inside her.
His hand slid to the strap of her nightgown and moved it from her shoulder, bringing the light touch of his fingers to her breast.
"Ooooo, I like that," she said again, when he gently pinched her nipple.
"Ouch," she said. Then, teasing him, she pulled away and stood beside the bed.
"Where are you going?"
"Not a damn place," she said, dragging out the words.
She eased the material of the nightgown to her waist, and she climbed onto the bed with her bare knees and bare thighs. She brought one leg over his, straddling him with one knee along each hip. She looked down at him and gently drew the nightgown farther up her body.
Rick glanced down at the delicate and trimmed thatch at her pussy. He grinned and pushed down until only the gathered folds intruded between her and his now visible and fully erected cock. She tingled with the excitement of what they were about to do, and he smiled.
She remembered how it had taken her months of marriage to call his thing a cock. But that's what she called it now and that's what it was, and she loved it no matter what its name. She gripped it firmly and began to ease her hand up and down, feeling the outer flesh slide against the inner firmness of his erection. With each stroke, the head peeked out further and further from beneath the sheath of skin that hooded it.
"Feels so good," he said.
"So you like that?"
"I love it."
"Mmm, me too."
She thought she heard a gasp from the next room, and even as she stroked her husband's cock, she glanced toward the partially open door. If Leslie wanted to look, then let her look. Let her see what it was like to really make love to a man. Yet, even as she thought the words, she stared through the opening of the door, hoping Leslie could see her smile.
She went back on her haunches and leaned forward, her breasts hanging against the lace of the nightgown the way Rick liked to see them. She smiled and she rocked her body gently from side to side. She teased him as her breasts swung free under the material, and she loved the way the material felt as it brushed against her taut nipples.
Now, she reached down and pulled his cock forward, like the gearshift of a sporty automobile. With it still in her hand, she crawled backward down his body, and ran her tongue over the head of his cock.
"Damn you do that well," Rick said, and he arched his head to watch.
"Hmm-hnn." She hummed her affirmation, as she brought her tongue around and around, up and down from head to balls, licking ever so gently. Periodically, she looked toward the doorway, and a new tingle came from someplace and shot down her spine.
"Come up here," he said.
She took one last lick and crawled to him on all fours. As she climbed farther up his body, he reached forward and slid his hands inside the material of her gown, sliding one strap from her shoulder. He exposed one breast to nakedness, and she swung it gently from side to side, tantalizing him.
"You love them both, don't you?" she said.
"Oh, yes. I love them, and I love it, but I love you more."
With a deep intake of breath, he raised his back from the mattress, and slid himself further upright. With just one elbow on the mattress, he reached out with the fingertips of his other hand and cradled her breast.
"So nice, so good," he said.
"Hmm-hnn," she went again. But she drew away from him, crawling backward like a cat, until he could no longer reach her breast. She was wet now, but she would be soaki
ng later and that would be good. Oh, yes, it would be so good.
She brought his cock to her mouth and slid her lips all the way over it, over and down, up and down, rolling with her tongue and gripping with her hand as she did.
"You're driving me crazy," he said.
"Mmm," she moaned, and she let him slide from her lips. "That's what I'm here for."
When she opened her eyes, she glanced at the door to the other bedroom. It was open wide now, and vaguely, she saw Leslie. Instead of frightening her or distracting Judy, it excited her, and she started to go up and down with her mouth and tongue and lips, and she did it even harder. She pulled at the head of his cock as far into the back of her throat at is would go.
"Oh, yeah," he said. "Do it."
And at his direction, she went harder and harder. All the while, she looked up at him, lovingly, longingly, and wishing she could take his cock all the way into her throat.
"I'm gonna ... I'm gonna..."
Yes, she thought, he was going to come, and she was going to make him come.
"Please, let me eat you. Don't do it right away. Let me eat you," he said.
She gripped his cock hard and pushed her mouth down and over it as far as it would go. Then she drew slowly backward over the shaft, letting it slide all the way to the head. She savored the sparse liquid that was already there, as if it were a drop of a lovely, salty food. Then, surprising even herself, she let his cock pop from her lips.
She let go of him, and climbed away, and stood on the floor beside him. He reached for her, but she backed away, tantalizingly, with one breast still sheathed in the gown, and her hand covering the other.
She grinned, and stayed that way for a long moment. She pushed the material away from her covered breast, and gently pinched both nipples as the gown slid all the way down her body. When it gathered at the floor, she kicked it toward the open door, trying to let Leslie know that Judy knew she was there.
For just a moment, she gave both Rick and Leslie a full but angled view at her body. She crawled onto the bed, and lay straight back, giving an even better angle for both Leslie and Rick to see.
Since Brandon had not come to Paris with them, Leslie needed some pleasure, and Judy would give her the pleasure of watching. When the time was right, she might consider giving her the pleasure of fucking Rick.
"Poor Leslie," Judy said, as Rick nibbled over her cheek, neck, and shoulder.
"Yeah," he said, and he gripped her breast with his hand and brought the nipple to the tip of his tongue.
CHAPTER TWO
JUDY
Rick was unaware that Leslie was watching from the other room. It was possible that Leslie was unaware that Judy knew – in spite of the fact that Judy had looked at her many times. This thought and all the sensations of touch, taste, scent and texture seeped into Judy's brain, and it excited her even more. She wanted more and more of Rick, and she wanted him to do more.
Rick now had her nipple between his lips and he was sucking and at the same time, he was rolling his tongue around it. His fingers crawled over her thigh and toward her pussy.
"You're good, Rick. You're a good husband, a good lover."
He let her nipple slide from between his lips.
"Thanks," he said, and nibbled at the flesh of her breast. He licked with his tongue and scraped with his teeth against her nipple, and she shivered with excitement.
"It's a sh-sh-shame about Leslie," Judy said, as his fingers slipped through to the crack and gently massaging her clit.
"Ooooo!"
She knew he loved it when he pleasured her, and she loved the way he stroked her clit.
"Yeah, it's a damn shame about Leslie," Rick said, but he still hadn't looked toward the open door.
"Damn shame. Ohhhhh," Judy said, spreading her legs even farther.
His tongue rolled across her pussy and through the folds. She quivered and rocked her ass. Then she spread and closed her legs around his head. She reached toward the open door, almost imploring that Leslie come to join them.
Even if Leslie didn't join them now, Leslie would join them another time, Judy was certain. Now, she would be satisfied at the pleasure she was getting from Rick. But she was also happy about the pleasure she and Rick were giving her best friend, who was watching through the doorway.
Judy's pussy was all the way open now, flowering and throbbing and slobbering.
Leslie accidentally pushed the door open even wider, and she stood there with her robe open, but she was not touching herself. She was concentrating on Rick and Judy, trying to see every movement and every detail. She was stroking her fingers over her bare flesh, but she was touching nothing vital, not her pussy, not her nipples, not even the hair of her pubis, or the rounded flesh of her breasts.
Rick was eating Judy hard now. His tongue was sliding against the folds, against her clit, and it was probing inside her. Judy was feeling every sensation, yet she was watching Leslie too and she was trying to imagine what Leslie was thinking.
Leslie had come into the light and almost all the way into the room. Her fingers stroked her hips, her belly, the front of her thighs, yet she seemed to be trying desperately not to let them touch even her pubic curls.
"Do it, yes, do it," Judy said, encouraging not just Rick but Leslie as well.
Judy was looking straight at Leslie now, but she was bouncing her own ass off the bed, spreading her legs, throwing her pussy as close as she could get against Rick's face. He was licking and sucking and slobbering, and Judy was feeling it all.
"Oh," Leslie said from the doorway, and Judy smiled because she knew Leslie saw them.
"Oh, Yes. Yes, do it," Judy said. Her words were not to Rick, but to Leslie who was standing in the doorway. She wanted to call out to her, wanted her to join them. At the very least, she wanted Leslie to touch herself, but saw that Leslie was afraid.
Judy put her hands to the back of Rick's head, pulled his face ever harder against her pussy. He was getting rough and she liked it when he got rough, especially after he had been so tender.
Yes, that was the way their life had been, the way their relationship had been, the way their lovemaking had been. Good, all of it was good. It was give and take, and take and give. It was great but it could be better. She knew it could be better. Oh, God, yes, it would be better.
"Yes," she said. Give and take, and take and give.
She was enjoying the pleasure, but she was watching Leslie, who, with her fingers over he belly, now seemed paralyzed.
Leslie's eyes went back in her head, and she still did not see that Judy was looking at her. Finally, she touched the cut "v" of her pubic hair, yet she did not touch her pussy – not the folds, not the clit, just the pubic hair.
"Oh," Judy said, feeling the sensation of Rick's tongue and lips and teeth go at her even harder. Yet, at the same time, she was feeling the excitement of Leslie, and knowing the excitement of her own performance, of Rick's performance.
"Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah," she said.
She arched from the bed, letting him touch with his tongue, letting him nibble with his teeth. Her body was quivering even more.
It was coming. It was coming, yes. The pleasure was coming. It started at her clit and shot up the front of her body. It tingled her nipples as it rippled by and on to her brain. Then, in a single moment, she dreamed a million dreams of pleasure and love. Then, as suddenly as an electric shock, the same pleasure shot down her spine to some indefinable spot between her anal and vaginal cavity, and it exploded in shivers.
"Oh, oh, oh," she said. She had reached that point where her legs shook and her whole body quaked. She cried out without knowing the words or the sounds she used. Finally she recognized the words, "Yes, yes," in a hard outward gush and hiss of breath, and Rick kept going at her.
"Yes!" she said again, but this time less powerfully. Then she stiffened her back in an arch over the bed.
"Mmmmm," he moaned back at her and was still sucking and probing, still slurp
ing and eating.
"Ohhhhh," she said finally in a kind of relief. Her ass dropped to the sheet, and her whole body went limp.
"Yeah," Rick said, and he too sighed and relaxed. He dragged his head from between her legs and crawled alongside her.
They lay naked, their bodies sweating. Rick was looking up at the ceiling still trying to regain his breath. Judy rolled on her side, looked toward the open doorway and smiled. She was trying to let Leslie know that it was all right that she had watched. Then she turned to Rick and nibbled at his ear.
After a long time, she said, "Don't you think it's awful that Brandon didn't come."
"Well, he couldn't come because he wasn't here, and he damn sure wasn't going to come with you," Rick said, laughing.
"But he could have come with Leslie."
"Yeah, I wouldn't mind seeing that," he said, as if he knew that Leslie had been watching.
Judy walked her fingers over Rick's chest, and she smiled. Then she glanced toward the open doorway, but she could no longer see Leslie.
"I feel so sorry for her," Judy said.
"Because she doesn't have me?" he said, laughing.
"Because she doesn't have anybody," Judy said. Everything she was saying was for Leslie.
"Don't worry, she'll go home to Brandon after our vacation. Hell, he might even finish his case and come along with us. We've got a whole week here, and this is just the second night."
Judy lifted up his soft cock with her thumb and forefinger and let it drop back to his flesh. "I guess that thing's done for the night," she said.
"Maybe you can blow it up for me."
"I'll bet Leslie would come in here and entice it."
"Nah, I know how you women are. You're jealous. You wouldn't want another woman messing with me. What's yours is yours, and what's mine is yours too. You wouldn't want to share me with anybody."
"No, my dear. You are talking about what men think about women and about what men want. Most women I know would willingly share their husbands – if the occasion was right and the woman was right."
"You've discussed loaning me to other women?"
"No, I haven't discussed it," she said. "Not specifically, but I will if you like."
