Rex Gordon - Menage a quatre - 36 Hours of Pleasure

"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 soaking 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.