The morning sun streaming through the villa’s windows felt like a dream, a stark contrast to the humid, scented darkness of the previous night. Nick, however, carried the memory of Henry’s approving gaze and Charles’s passionate possession like a warm, secret ember glowing in his belly. The frantic need that had driven him from one encounter to the next had been tempered, replaced by a quiet confidence in the identity he had forged: Nicole.
He spent the day alone, wandering the charming streets, enjoying the simple anonymity of being a pretty young woman in a sun-drenched foreign town. As evening fell, a different hunger surfaced, a purely physical one. He chose a small, intimate bistro with checkered tablecloths and soft lighting, delighting in the sensation of his silk skirt swishing around his thighs as he was led to a table.
He was halfway through a perfectly cooked steak-frites, savouring the solitude, when a voice, smooth and confident, broke his reverie.
“You look far too beautiful to be dining alone.”
Nick looked up. A stunning woman with a sleek brunette bob and sharp, intelligent eyes was smiling at him. She was elegantly dressed, her posture radiating a mature poise that was incredibly alluring. Beside her stood a handsome, athletic man with an easy smile and a strong build.
“I’m Marie,” the woman said, her gaze flickering over Nick’s face and then down to the subtle hint of cleavage above his neckline. “And this is my husband, Alain. We couldn’t help but notice you. You have a… remarkable presence.”
Alain’s eyes were equally appreciative, warm and curious. “It’s true. We were wondering if we might join you. The night is too young for such beauty to be unshared.”
A thrill, familiar yet always new, shot through Nick. He gestured to the empty chairs. “Please. I’m Nicole.
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They slid into the booth, Alain beside him, Marie opposite. The conversation was light, flirtatious, and charged with an undercurrent Nick knew well.
After the plates were cleared, Alain’s hand found Nick’s knee under the table, a bold, warm weight. “We have a proposition for you, Nicole,” he said, his voice dropping to an intimate murmur
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Marie leaned forward, her eyes glittering. “My husband has a certain… curiosity. A fantasy he’s never had the opportunity to explore.” She didn’t break eye contact with Nick. “He finds you utterly captivating. The idea of being with a woman as beautiful as you, who possesses, we understand from the waiter a delightful surprise… it’s all he’s been able to think about since we saw you.”
Alain’s thumb began to make slow, circles on Nick’s inner thigh. “She’s being modest. She wants to be involved, too. She wants to watch. And she especially wants to enjoy la beautiful girl while I’m being… entertained.” His grin was wicked. “She gets so wet thinking about it.”
The directness, the raw, shared desire between this sophisticated couple, was dizzying. He could feel his own body responding, a slickness betraying his excitement. He looked from Alain’s hungry expression to Marie’s openly lustful one.
“And you, Nicole?” Marie asked, her voice a low purr. “Does the idea thrill you? Letting us share you? Letting me feel your mouth on me while my husband discovers just how much of a woman you truly are?”
The question hung in the air, thick and heavy. Nick felt a shiver run through him, a mixture of nerves and pure, unadulterated anticipation. He nodded, his voice a soft, eager whisper. “Yes.”
Minutes later, they were in the secluded privacy of their hotel room, the door clicking shut behind them with a sound of finality. The air was cool and smelled of expensive perfume and anticipation.
Marie didn’t waste a second. She pulled Nick to her, capturing his mouth in a deep, searching kiss. Her tongue was demanding, tasting of wine and Nick melted against her, his hands finding her waist. Meanwhile, Alain’s strong hands were on Nick’s body, unzipping his dress with practiced ease, letting the silk pool at his feet.
“Look at you,” Alain breathed, his eyes raking over Nick’s now-naked form, taking in the slender lines, the smooth skin, the undeniable proof of his arousal.
Marie broke the kiss, her own breathing ragged. She stepped back, her fingers working quickly at the buttons of her blouse. “On the bed. Both of you. I want to see everything.”
Alain guided Nick to the large, canopied bed, laying him back against the pillows before stripping off his own clothes, his muscular physique on full display. He knelt between Nick’s legs, his hands spreading them apart. He just looked for a long, heart-stopping moment, his gaze hot and intent.
Marie, now naked, her curves lush and inviting, climbed onto the bed beside them. She positioned herself over Nick’s face, lowering her hips until her warmth was just inches from his mouth. “Don’t be shy, darling,” she murmured, her voice thick with want. “Taste me.”
The scent of her, musky and sweet, filled Nick’s senses. His tongue darted out, a tentative stroke that made Marie gasp and grind down against him. Encouraged, he dove in, licking a long, slow path through her folds, savouring her unique flavour.
Above him, Alain groaned at the sight. “You look so good like that,” he muttered, his own hands stroking his thick length.
“I need to feel you,” he said, his voice rough. He positioned himself, the broad head of his cock pressing against Nick’s entrance. He paused, a question in his eyes.
Nick, lost in a haze of pleasure, his mouth busy worshiping Marie, could only nod frantically, a muffled sound of assent vibrating against Marie’s core.
That was all the permission Alain needed. With one smooth, powerful thrust, he sheathed himself fully inside Nick.
The cry that was torn from Nick’s throat was swallowed by Marie’s body. The feeling was immense, a stunning fullness that stole his breath. Alain began to move, setting a deep, relentless rhythm that shook the entire bed. Each thrust pushed Nick’s face harder into Marie, making his ministrations more frantic, more intense.
Marie was moaning unabashedly above him, her hands tangled in his hair, holding him in place. “Yes! Just like that! Oh, god, your mouth… don’t stop!
”
Alain’s pace intensified, his powerful hips pistoning, his grunts filling the room. He reached down, his strong hand wrapping around Nick’s aching length, stroking him in time with his thrusts. The dual stimulation was too much, a coil of pleasure winding tighter and tighter in Nick’s gut.
“I’m going to come,” Alain growled, his rhythm becoming erratic.
“Look at me,” Marie commanded, her voice a strained gasp.
Nick’s eyes, glazed with pleasure, fluttered open to meet hers. The intensity there, the raw voyeuristic thrill, was the final trigger.
Alain’s hand tightened on him, his thrusts became shallow and frantic, and with a guttural roar, he spilled deep inside Nick. The hot, pulsing fullness wrenched a ragged moan from Nick’s throat, his own release crashing over him in a blinding, white-hot wave, his body convulsing as he cried out against Marie.
The sensation of his climax tipped Marie over the edge. She shuddered above him, her own cry echoing through the room as she ground against his mouth, riding out her pleasure.
For a long moment, the only sounds were their ragged breaths. Alain slowly pulled out, collapsing beside them on the bed. Marie, her body still trembling, lifted herself from Nick’s face, a blissful, sated smile on her lips.
She looked down at Nick, his body glistening with sweat, his chest heaving. Alain’s hand rested possessively on Nick’s hip.
Marie’s smile turned wicked. “That was only the first course, darling,” she purred, her fingers tracing a path down his sternum. “My turn to have a proper taste.”
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