Lady Windermere's Fan

Everything Lizzy and I expected of Frenchmen was true. They spoke in that dreamy accent, treated women well, and were exceptional in bed. In particular, we discovered that after the end of the global pandemic, sexual sharing in gay Paree had shot through the roof as if making the statement enjoy life while you can.

Lizzy was excited about our upcoming trip. The principal appeal was the thrill of sleeping with a stranger we had never met before. Not to mention the anonymity afforded by such liaisons, especially abroad. Of course, these goings on have been practiced by the upper classes of the French and the English for some time adultery seemed to have become the national sport of France.

I had suffered from the repercussions of Long Covid and had pretty much become impotent and I had resigned myself to the fact that I had become boring and inadequate in bed and was pretty useless at satisfying Lizzy's pronounced sexual demands. I had given in to her ways to remain Lord and Lady Windermere and happily procured sexual partners to quench her passionate side. Lizzy lusted after both men and women, and I luxuriated in watching her indulge her carnal desires.

We agreed to take some time away from Windermere and drive down to Paris for a dirty weekend. We took LeShuttle, formerly known as Eurotunnel Le Shuttle, from Folkestone in Kent to the terminal in Calais. The journey between the two international terminals via the shuttle that carried our car under the channel took only 35 minutes. That same day Lizzy drove us in her brand new Porsche 911 Carrera GTS Cabriolet down the A26 towards Paris with a gay abandon. Three hours later we arrived at our hotel of choice. Featuring a terrace, a restaurant, as well as a bar, Maison Proust, Hotel & Spa La Mer, is located in the centre of Paris, a mere 13-minute walk from Pompidou Centre. This 5-star hotel offers room service and a 24-hour front desk. Offering free Wi-Fi throughout the property, the non-smoking hotel has a sauna and evening entertainment.

We were shown to our two-bedroom Executive Suite which had a stunning view of the City of Paris. Before we even unpacked we decided to dine in the on-site restaurant. Housed in the main area this is run by an Argentinian chef who creates inspired seasonal cuisine. Lizzy chose foie gras, smoked eel, and mushrooms, and I picked the pollack, celeriac, and wasabi. The elegant setting, with its high ceilings and greenery, was full of charm and style. We ate well and went back to the suite to change for our daring night out.

Having spent a fortune on clothes, my elegant spouse looked breath taking in her black body-hugging evening column gown with an elegant off-the-shoulder silhouette and a chic twist detail on the waist. A slit in the skirt on her left thigh created ease of movement and a touch of intrigue. We stepped out of the car when we pulled up at our designated den of iniquity, the Bohemian Club. The Parisian night was balmy as I adjusted my bow tie and took Lizzy by the hand.

"Are you nervous?"

"A little," she confessed, although she had never been hesitant or unwilling so far to partake in my planned lascivious projects. Since I had organised sexual excursions for my insatiable wife of twenty-four. She was twenty years my junior and we had been married for only three years now. At an impressive five feet ten, Elizabeth is an attractive filly, easily recognized by her youthful glow, slim frame, and perfectly round bottom. Born on March 22, 2002, to a well-off family in Lancashire and classically educated, the current Lady of the Manor is an incredible beauty who captivated men wherever she went with her air of superiority and willingness to go all out to have a good time. Add to these features, her toned figure and superb 34C cup breasts, it was clear why she had been one of the most sought-after females in the North of England.

The Bohemian Club was founded by a group of lecherous and wealthy Frenchmen and had been intended to conjure the cultured, intellectual urban bohemian of a hundred years ago. The Bohemian Club had maintained an underground reputation for being highly exclusive with a predominant membership composed of the richest and often most politically conservative men in France. The door behind us was closed as we stepped into the dimly lit hall of the club. We mingled with many other guests and then I spied the fellow who had tipped me the wink about the club.

"Charles, and Elizabeth. You made it. Splendid show, what?"

"Ewen. Good to see you. This is quite the place."

Ewen Cameron, Baron Cameron of Dillington took my hand and kissed Lizzy on both cheeks. Aged 65 he was a British landowner and life peer who sits as a crossbench member of the House of Lords. He has been manager of the Dillington House Estate, near Ilminster in Somerset, which has been in his mother's family for over 250 years and from which he has taken part of his title, since 1971. A widower still fit and healthy, he loved the ladies and somewhat like my insatiable spouse, couldn't get enough of it. We had known each other for several years and we kept in touch always.

"We have high-profile guests," he said with his deep and booming voice." That chap over there is one Abdul Ahmed, the youngest son of his oil tycoon father, They are worth billions and he loves the French ladies. Avoid him like the plague. He likes to rough them up a bit. That one with the beard and fixed sneer is Frederick Seeler, a German millionaire who is also something of a sexual sadist. Oh, yes. I did my homework. But there are some desirable Frenchie's tonight. Oh yes, despite officially not existing, the French nobility continues to endure and thrive in the 21st Century. Yes indeed, there are plenty of virile young French fellows for Lizzy to hump, what? And you look quite ravishing, my dear. You'll be spoilt for choice tonight."

Ewen laughed heartily as he took us to the bar for drinks. He was lean and tall with greying hair and was always well-dressed in expensive suits. Lizzy told me later that she thought he had a touch of mischief in his eyes and a glint of adventure. He was in on my 'arrangement' with Lizzy and was very understanding and sympathetic. If anyone knew about fulfilling fantasies and embracing the edgy excitement of forbidden delights it was him.

"You really wouldn't mind, Charles?"

"Not in the slightest. My only stipulation is that I am present to watch."

Indeed, it was only when my sexy other half was with other men or women that I got hard. For whatever reason I was severely turned on when Lizzy was in the throes of sexual congress with a well-hung stud or eating the pussy of a wanton female. The fact that she loved fucking strangers gave me a voyeuristic excitement that added to our carnal lust.

"The doors are now closed for the duration and now anything goes. I promise you that your sexual desires will be granted, in a way only the Parisians know. Ah, here's my date for the evening."

Ewen waved to a busty female with blonde tresses cascading down her back. Her scarlet dress hugged her curves and was backless and very nearly frontless! Her bountiful boobs pushed together and bulged out of the daringly low neckline. The lights dimmed dramatically and there was suddenly movement everywhere.

"Allow me to introduce Margaret, Countess of Vertus." The Lady looked about thirty and bowed politely. "Right," continued Ewen. There are dozens of rooms where one makes out as it were, and the doors remain open at all times so others may either join in or just watch. Everything that happens here is confidential, and one may see and engage in any or all of the sexual goings on. Anyone unwilling to muck in will be dismissed. Catch you later, what?"

And with that, he was gone with his blonde date on his arm.

"Shall we check out one of the rooms?"

I agreed with Lizzy and we walked towards the hallway which had a number of rooms on either side, all with the doors open. We stopped outside the first one and saw a slender woman in the middle of a bed, naked, and with a huge man between her legs licking her pussy. We were joined on the threshold by a couple of men who were also curious.

"Do you want to join in?"

"Not right now, come on."

I took her hand and we checked out another playroom. As we watched a couple fucking with gusto in the next room a tall man came right up to us and kissed Lizzy on both cheeks in the French manner.

"Bonsoir! Permit me to introduce myself. I am Jules, Dud d'Uzes, and that dress you are wearing is rather provocative. I think you chose it to wear tonight because you want to 'ave steamy sex, non?"

"Naturally. I especially chose this because it comes off easily."

"Ha! You are the naughty minx, non? And this is your 'usband?"

"Oui. He comes with me everywhere. Does that bother you?"

The Duke looked at me and shook his head. He had medium-length fair hair that sat on top of his shoulders. I looked at her and spread my hands.

"Well?"

"I like."

"Excellent choice. Now, let's find a room."

The Duke knew the way and chose a room he presumably had used on previous visits to the club. The rooms were numbered and this had a gold seven on the door. Inside we found that it was surprisingly small with just a Queen sized bed, a table, and one chair. I sat myself down and made sure the door stayed ajar.

"You like to watch, Monsieur?"

"Oui, pray continue."

Jules stood next to Lizzy and kissed her hard, mouth open and tongue out, while her hand glided over the erection pushing against his pants. His hands were all over her back, rubbing her from spine to neck. She began moving her pelvis against him with her right leg digging inside his left thigh. It was exciting for all three of us. Jules found the zip of her gown and dragged it down to her tailbone. Lizzy took one step back and let it drop to her four-inch stilettos. The Frenchman took off his jacket, tie, shirt, and strides and lay back on the bed, stroking his cock to stiffness.

"Turn around, I want to see every inch of you."

Lizzy did so and we both took a moment to study her bunched up nether cheeks that sat high and firm behind her. She faced him again and her nipples thrust out in relief on her perky tits. She idly stroked her muff which she had trimmed back to a mere mention of her dark pubes. She crawled onto the bed and he used his hands to cup her bottom to pull her closer.

Her winsome frame fell onto his bulk so that his erection moved between her legs, dragging along her cunt lips. Lizzy sighed as she shunted up and down with vertical pushes.

"Oh"

He raised his head and sucked a hard nipple into his mouth as he dry-humped the gap of her upper thighs. The aristocratic and well-educated Lady Windermere, of whom I was her biggest fan, had now transformed into a cock hungry whore, and I loved it. She spread her legs a little more so he could get two fingers inside her dampening quim, and I felt my dick awaken in my pants.

"Whee!"

He tipped my sexy wife onto her back and stroked her bare legs from her knees to pussy. She tilted her pelvis up as his busy digits probed her cunt and passed fleetingly over her anus. From my point of view, I could see him pushing in hard, and Lizzy's heel dragged the sheets up in bunches as she writhed on her back. His right bicep flexed as he frigged her rapidly and Lizzy shook her head from side to side.

"That...feels...so...good."

The amorous Frenchie nibbled on her nipples alternatively and her hips drove at him urgently. He didn't reply, instead, he poked and rubbed her vulva with the confidence of a man who knew what he was doing. His thumb brushed her swollen clit between his finger jabs deep inside her pussy. Lizzy's thighs quivered and she was brought to the brink of climax. After another minute of this, Lizzy lifted her head and pointed to his throbbing member. He sat up, while she turned sideways and lowered her mouth to his upstanding pole. Her tongue flicked out as she held his shaft and she made wet contact with his tapered helmet. As she stroked his prodigious length, her head moved back and forth, gliding down onto the top half of his ivory rod.

"Alors!"

Lizzy deliberately made audible slobbering sounds to intensify the moment not to mention dribbling lots and lots of spit out of her half-opened mouth. I saw her nostrils flare as she inhaled his manly scent and felt her passion rising as her self-control faded. She took him inside her mouth as her hands wrapped around his backside, pulling him closer still. He rocked back and forth, forcing her to take him deeper and Lizzy gulped as her throat opened.

The Duke held her the top of her head and made her bob until she choked and had to stop. He looked her directly in the eyes and lay back with his legs tight shut, thereby thrusting his dick upwards. Lizzy fluffed her dark hair up with her right hand and straddled him with her high heels making two spike-shaped holes in the sheet. I watched her clenched buttocks as she got into a squat right over his white column. She glanced at me and then she took hold of his cock and slowly lower herself onto it. My own erection was out and grasped in my sweaty fist as my wide-open eyes saw his bell end duly pop inside her entrance. She paused with that veiny shaft poised to enter her and the sight of it only slightly embedded in her cunt was truly erotic. The Duke attempted to touch her but my confidant spouse swatted his hand away.

"Non!"

She glared at him and wagged her index finger at him in admonishment in a declaration that she was the boss. Lizzy shifted a tad and pushed down gently, letting her inner folds part to allow half of his dick in her. She began to ride up and down in this way, oiling his shaft with her love juices.

"More," he demanded.

"Like this?"

Lizzy grinned when she sank down on him so that she was impaled on all of his seven inches of meat. She looked at him as she stopped moving and then surprised us both when she stood up on the bed and hovered over him. He looked at her incredulously with his slippery dick nodding at her for further nooky. She mounted him again and this time she rolled her hips from side to side as she proceeded to fuck him more robustly. Lizzy let her weight down in his lap as she bounced on him with glee. His hips began flexing as he drove into her, matching her, thrust for thrust. They both grunted in time with her strokes and her tits jiggled delightfully in kind.

"You like?"

"Oui!" he cried as he grabbed her tiny waist and held on.

Their manic moans of bliss had now attracted two curious onlookers who stood in the doorway to watch. There I was with my exposed cock sticking straight up for all to see. Lizzy bounced faster as the men watched her superb naked body riding a man with gusto. She squirmed and bucked in such a way that both men whipped out their dick to masturbate as they ogled my wife.

The Duke then convulsed under her as he came and Lizzy jumped off at that precise moment to jack him off onto his belly.

He spurted his seed in the palm of her hand and panted hard. Just then, a six-foot-six fellow in the buff and with a half erection burst in and hoisted my wife into his burly arms and kidnapped her! I desperately tried to tuck my shrinking knob back inside my trousers, grabbed Lizzy's gown and followed. I found them in room ten and saw that the man had a partner already on the bed inside. The woman was a statuesque blonde with a pair of five-inch heeled stilettos and naught else.

"Lick her out," he said in plain English to Lizzy.

My dutiful and horny wife dipped down without a word and placed her hands on her thighs, lapping at her golden thatch with her flattened tongue. The woman stroked Lizzy's hair and smiled as my wife licked her slit with a sweeping motion. As she did so her cute nose brushed the blonde's clit and she shivered in pleasure at the bonus contact. Lizzy had learned a great deal in recent times and teased her female lover with long and drawn-out swipes followed by a series of short and rapid flickers.

As she moved on all fours, Lizzy had inadvertently stuck out her backside and the kidnapper moved in behind her and shoved his dick into her pussy. Lizzy made muted moans with her face buried in the muff of the man's partner as he started to screw her doggy. It was a rare treat for me to see Lizzy with a man and a woman together and it was worth it. I watched the fellow run his hands along her flanks and tits as he shunted her hard into his partner's pussy mound. I was aware that I was the only one dressed and quickly got out of my things. A manservant or some such looked inside the open door and reached for my things.

"Pardon, Monsieur."

He folded our clothing over his arm and attached a plastic band around my wrist which had a number 35 on it. Presumably a cloakroom locker number. I sat in the chair and watched the man still pounding away in Lizzy. There was another man in front of her and he was sliding his cock in and out of her mouth as he sat on the blonde's face. My wife moaned loudly as her lover began to pump her harder from behind, reaching around her body and gripping her tits. Then, the men traded places as the blonde melted away and came over to me. As the new man eagerly pounced Lizzy she sucked on the first chap with happy sounds.

"S'amuser?"

The elegant-looking blonde babe dropped to her knees and took my stiffening cock into her mouth. I savoured the moment, not knowing when I might lose my libido. The fellow who was presumably her partner came behind and mounted her in a kneeling doggy rut and as he pushed into her hard my dick bumped the back of her throat. I looked over their shoulders and saw Lizzy on her back with a naked man between her splayed legs feeding her his huge cock. My wife was by now yelling and shouting how much she loved it. She was subjected to a relentless pounding of her pussy and the bed was rocking back and forth with the headboard cracking against the wall. The blonde captured my all in her warm, wet mouth as she took the brunt of her lover from behind. It had been quite some time since I had been fellated so aggressively and the rapid bobbing up and down of her head in my lap caused me to erupt down her throat.

"Oui, Madam!"

Panting for breath I turned my attention to my wife's rut and saw the man fucking her with fast pelvic thrusts and taut buttocks. With her gazelle-like pins around his waist his every stroke forced his cock ever deeper into her cunt.

"Yes! Heavens! Fuck me hard you devil!"

He grimaced and remained inside Lizzy balls deep as he exploded deep inside her. He emptied himself in Lizzy's quim and then collapsed on top of my wife, exhausted from the fucking he had just given her. My wife was breathing hard too and when he pulled out she fingered her gash and studied his cum. Our little group dispersed and I took a slightly wobbly Lizzy back to the bar for a revitalising Napoleon brandy. After a short break and a quick clean-up, we ventured back to another playroom. Everybody including ourselves were starkers and as we were all in the same boat I had no qualms about being nude amongst so many others.

We noticed room 13 was somewhat bigger than the others and as we took a peek inside the scene in front of us was nothing less than a mad sexual frenzy of many bodies joined together. A brunette was on all fours being ravaged by her partner behind her. Another couple was screwing enthusiastically next to them and in another part of the well-lit room was a young woman who had the head of her lover between her slender legs as she rested on her elbows.

"Formidable!" this woman said and motioned for Lizzy to join in.

My wife kissed me on the cheek and sat on the edge of the bed. The cunt licker saw her and switched to my other half and moved to her snatch. Once again, I was in awe of my wanton spouse showing me her complete and unrestrained willingness to be so utterly sexual with others. She lay back and the chap stuck his face in her muff and applied his wet lips to her quim. Lizzy threw her head up as his tongue found her erect clit to play with. She began to make moaning noises as she grasped the man's head in both hands.