Ashley's Surprise Trip to Paris

As vice-president of sales for a large multi national corporation I'm required to travel a lot to Europe and elsewhere. On my last trip my wife drove me to the airport as usual. At the departures area she embraced me and kissed me with more passion than usual and said, "I wish I could go with you. Have a safe trip. I love you."

"I love you, too." I said. We kissed again and waved goodbye.

Once in the airport, I felt terrible. The way that she said she wished she could go with me in such a sad and wistful voice made me heartsick. Ashley is an amazing woman, a wonderful wife and a marvelous mother to our two young daughters. My wife means everything to me so I resolved right then and there that on my next trip I would take her along with me.

A month later, I learned that I would be going on a business trip to Paris. With my mother in law's help I made all the arrangements to bring her along with me as a surprise. As usual, Ashley drove me to the airport. At the departures area, we both got out of the car and walked around to the back to get my bags from the trunk. Before opening the lid I paused and took both her arms in my hands and said, "Remember last time you said you wished you could come with me on my trip? Well your wish is my command." And I reached into my vest pocket and took out two plane tickets and opened the trunk to reveal two of her suitcases.

"Oh, my God!!!" she cried, and wrapped her arms around me and kissed me passionately.

"But what about the kids?" she asked as she released me.

"Don't worry everything's been taken care of. I worked it all out with your mother. She's going over later to relieve Jennifer of her babysitting duties and she'll take care of the kids until we come back next week."

My wife is the ideal woman: beautiful, smart, good-natured, kind-hearted. The beautiful, wholesome girl next door that I had grown up with had become the amazing woman that she is today. A loving, caring, supportive wife and a great mom to our two kids. She is little-changed from the girl I started dating a few months before her seventeenth birthday: 5'6" weighing 110 pounds. Lustrous dark hair falling just past her shoulders framing an angelic face. Lovely 34B breasts capped with pinkish brown nipples. A slim athletic body that has not lost its shape despite having given birth to two children.

After landing in Paris, we went straight to the hotel and checked-in. Afterwards, we spent the rest of the day taking in some of the wonderful sights and capped off the day with a fabulous supper at a charming restaurant in the Latin Quarter. When we returned to the hotel, because of our activities and the jet-lag, we went right to sleep. The next two days, I had a busy round of meetings that lasted from early morning to late at night. So both Ashley and I agreed that we would put the romance off until after my official company duties were finished. On the third day, I had one final meeting in the morning and the next four days were completely free for Ashley and me to spend quality time together and explore the sights.

It was early afternoon when I returned to our hotel after the final meeting.

When I entered the room, Ashley called out:"Ryan is that you?"

"Yes, it's me."

"Come into the bedroom, sweetheart. I have a little surprise for you."

I walked into the bedroom and saw my beautiful Ashley lying back against a stack of pillows on top of the bed. She has never looked lovelier or sexier.She lay there dressed only in her white pearl necklace, a half-cup bra which displayed the tops of her breasts including her nipples and black garter and stockings. Her diamond navel ring gleamed from her belly-button. Her legs were open making her lovely cunt the focal point of the room.

"So what do you think," she asked as she cupped her breasts, squeezed them together, pushed them up and out and offered them to me as a gift. They looked incredibly luscious as she had applied my favorite shade of her light purple lipstick on her nipples and aerolas making them glisten.

I stood there for a few moments transfixed by the beauty of her exquisitely proportioned perfect little female body with the lovely pink slit between her legs surrounded by a well-tended carpet of black hair. It was a sight that I never got tired of, and it reminded me of a line by a nineteenth century English poet, "Woman, thy name is cunt."

I crossed the room to the bed and kissed her with soft passion. "You look stunning," I said as I looked into her kind brown eyes. I quickly undressed and took her into my arms. We kissed deeply with all the passion of young lovers, our tongues exploring the deepest reaches of each others mouths. Each time our lips came apart our mouths made delicious smacking sounds. I moved my mouth down to her breasts and sucked on a delightfully erect nipple. I then did the same to the other one while slipping two fingers into her slick, slippery, smelly little cunt. I brought my fingers to my nose and inhaled the intoxicating smell of her feminine odors.

"Does my darling husband still love his loving little wifey's pussy smell?" she asked playfully.

"Always and forever," I replied.

"And just how does it smell?" she continued with her teasing.

"Wonderful," I whispered.

I maneuvered my way so as to straddle her chest and, reading my mind, she took hold of my cock and rubbed it against her sweet, lovely erect nipples.

I, then, made my way downwards, kissing her flat washboard stomach and buried my face in her lovely cunt. I lay there for a while just staring at my wonderful wife's vagina admiring the crinkly surface of those wet lips as I stroked them softly with my thumb and inhaled the sublime odor that streamed out of her amazing pudenda. I have always been intoxicated by the smell of my wife's vagina and at age 28 it still retained the aroma of fresh young raw teenage cunt that I first smelled ten years ago: earthy, musky, mysterious, dark. It was soaked with passion and I gorged myself on it: smelling it, kissing it, licking it, sucking it.

At the same time, not wanting to neglect her other hole, in between the sucking and licking, I dipped my fingers into her cunt and coated her anus with her juices and worked my index finger in and out of her lovely little shithole to bring her to new heights of pleasure.

"Sweetheart, " she said. "Come up on top of me and kiss me." Tapping the top of her chest. "I want to taste my cunt on your mouth." she said sweetly.

It always gave both of us a naughty thrill to have my well-educated, elegant and conventional wife talk dirty during our love-making.

We kissed and shared her cunt juices with our tongues.

"Honey," she said. "I want to take you in my mouth," as she wrapped her delicate feminine fingers around my cock.

"Ashley, I'm too far gone I need to put it inside you."

And with that, I kneeled between her lovely legs, brought her knees up to her breasts, giving me a panoramic view of both her nicely manicured hairy little cunt and pretty little pinkish-brown anus, and we both guided my throbbing penis into her snug, wet, pink vagina.

We fucked for a good thirty minutes. Whispering words of love to each other as my penis slid in and out of her sopping wet cunt at various rhythms: sometimes soft and slow, sometimes fast and hard. Then, throwing all caution to the wind, I started to slam my cock into her cunt with wild abandon which made her marvelous tits flop around her chest in a most erotic way. All the while looking into each others eyes and seeing the love that we both had for one another and then our mouths would clasp together in deep passionate kisses. During this time she came three times including the last one where we both reached the apex of our passion with one spectacular mutual orgasm as I ejaculated an enormous amount of sperm into her precious womb. I collapsed on top of her, exhausted.

"Oh, baby, I love you so much," I whispered.

We kissed deeply,"I love you even more, sweeheart, she said, "I wish you could stay inside me forever, and I love lying here like this all wet and sticky with your cum inside of me".

We rested afterwards in the afterglow of our mutual love for each other - kissing, touching, exchanging soft words of love. She kissed me again with soft passion. "I love being your wife, I love belonging to you, and love that you belong to me. Thank you for loving me and caring for me and for being my husband. And thank you for making me pregnant again because I'm pretty sure that we just made our third baby,"

"Ashley, I adore you. I don't think there's a luckier man on earth than me because I'm married to the most wonderful woman that ever existed."

After a while, she tapped me on the shoulder. "Sweetheart," she said, "I need to get up to go pee."

I rolled off her and she got up. "Can I come and watch you?" I asked.

"Of course you can," she said extending her hand to me. "Come, I'll even let you wipe me afterwards." I watched her beautiful backside as she led me to the bathroom. She knew I loved to watch her beautiful bare ass as she walked in front of me. I loved the way it wobbled and quivered ever so slightly with each step she took. She looked over her shoulder and gave me a sexy, dazzling smile as I admired her lovely form from the back: soft delicate shoulders that tapered to a narrow waist and then flared out to a nice pair of hips, not too narrow and not too wide, and then her wonderful ass. A work of art that looked not much different from the first time I had seen it in all its naked glory when I first saw it about a year after we first started dating - two delightfully soft yet firm curving half-moons of perfection. Her entire back from her shoulders to her feet was an unbroken canvass of flawless skin, lightly tanned all over except for her boobies, crotch and ass which were pale white in color, unblemished except for the sexy tribal tattoo at her lower back. A decorative item that she had gotten last year at my urging. It was much like herself, tasteful and feminine, about six inches wide by three inches tall, that enhanced her natural beauty.

As we entered the bathroom I squeezed one of her buttocks and traced the outline of her tramp stamp.

"It still turns you on, does it?," she asked in response to my tracing fingers.

"Absolutely," I replied. "It's so elegant, sexy and naughty all at the same time. Just like my wonderful wife." She liked it too - it made her feel young, sexy and desirable.

"Thank you," she said turning around and kissed me."And now here is something else that will excite you." And with that, she half squatted over the toilet bowl and let out a delightful stream of piss. She giggled as I watched fascinated by this naughty sight. Near the end when the last droplets dripped from her, I unrolled two lengths of toilet paper and lovingly wiped my wife's precious cunt clean. I kneeled down in front of her and kissed the split between her legs that I loved so well.

"Thank you, sweetheart, " she said.

We walked back to the bedroom, me following her as before.

As we reached the bed, she turned, kissed me passionately, and said: "Ready for round two." And with that she got on the bed on all fours, wiggled her pretty bum, and then reached back behind herself and spread her buttocks showing me her luridly pretty pink anus. "See anything you like?" she asked, looking sexily over her shoulder at me.

"You know I do," I said.

"And what is that?" she asked.

"Your delightfully dirty dark anus," I replied.

"It is not dirty," she said in mock protest. "You know very well that it's pretty and pink and that I keep it

clean for you at all times. You have gravely offended me."

"Forgive me your Royal Highness," I apologized, continuing our role-playing banter. "You know very well also

that I adore your sweet little asshole and have pledged allegiance to it on many occasions."

"Then prove it to me."

"What would your highness wish me to do."

"As my most devoted and loyal subject, I wish you to pay hommage to my asshole, as you so

crudely put it, by first smelling, kissing it and then tasting and licking it."

"Your wish is my command." And with that I grabbed her hips, then rubbed her magnificent ass. I admired the view from above. "What a spectacular view," I said. I bent over and kissed each lovely half-moon and then pulled apart her ass cheeks even more and took a moment to admire her beautiful asshole before smelling it ( it smelled dark and earthy without the tiniest trace of excrement smell ( my perfect little wife has excellent anal hygiene ) I kissed it and licked it. She moaned, pressed her head down to the pillow and pushed her ass out further so I could lick deeper.

"Oh, my God, that feels sooo good!" she moaned.

I licked deeper and started licking and sucking it with wild abandon until she came. I then licked away her sweet cunt juices and positioning myself upright thrust my hard, aching erection into her dripping cunt. Even after having given birth to two children her vagina was as snug and tight as when we first fucked shortly after her eighteenth birthday. Her pussy gripped me like a vice as I slammed my cock into her. I told her that I was almost there and that I was going to pull out and come all over her tattoo.

"Dont you dare," she said breathlessly. "I want your sperm inside of me. I want to make sure that I'm well and truly pregnant before leaving this hotel room."

I obliged her and we both collapsed from the intense orgasm.

The next morning my sweet and considerate wife woke me up in that special way that she reserves for very special occasions. She woke up before me and squatted over my head letting the heat and smell of her cunt penetrate through my sleep. When I woke up, the first thing I saw was the insides of her vibrant perfectly pink gash.

"Good morning, sleepyhead," she said.

"Hmmm, I replied as I looked directly into her lovely pink pussy, "I doubt that there's a more glorious sight in all of Paris than the one that I'm looking at right now." And lifted my head slightly from the pillow, and kissed the cunt that I adored. She then smothered me with her lovely vagina and with delicate circular motions washed my face with her fragrant pussy juices. After she finished giving me my morning ablutions, she slid down my body. She kissed and sucked my mouth hungrily and pressed her soft breasts into my chest. Our passions aroused again, she positioned her, by now, slimy cunt over my huge erection and inserted it into herself. At first she pumped up and down my erection with deliciously slow and deliberate strokes.

"Oh my God," she commented at one point. "I can see your cock going in and out of me, and my ass bouncing up and down, and even my sexy tramp stamp in the reflection of the mirror on the dresser in the mirror just above the headboard."

She then intensified her rhythm and started to ride me like someone in a crazed frenzy. She moaned loudly with pleasure as her hair whipped around her face and her perfect breasts jounced and wobbled delightfully from her exertions. Sensing that I was about to come she whispered nearly out of breath: "Sweetheart, turn me over on my back. I want us to finish in the missionary position, that way we'll increase our chances of my getting pregnant." I did as instructed, and now it was my turn to slam my cock into that wonderful cunt of hers kissing her lovely mouth and sucking and softly biting her erect nipples. Several minutes later, we both came in another earth-shattering orgasm. Breathing hard from our exertions, we lay in each others arms for the longest time.

The next four days were spent making love, exploring what is unquestionably the most beautiful city on earth, eating exquisite meals at charming bistros and generally enjoying being together.

When we arrived home, the kids were thrilled to see us. Ashley gathered them up in her arms and then gave them their presents.

While the girls were squealing and gushing over their new toys, Ashley's mother asked, "How was your trip dear?"

"Put it this way mom," Ashley replied, "nine months from now you're going to have another baby to babysit."