Paul surprised Becci by booking a long weekend in Barcelona. She curled up on their sofa with her Lelo vibe between her legs as she researched the seedy side of the city on the internet. Packing was simple; a selection of proper fuck-me heels, lingerie to entice and dresses providing easy exposure and access. By the time she downloaded their boarding passes she tingling with anticipation.
On their first evening Becci left Paul in the hotel lounge as she headed to their room to freshen up. She looked ravishing on her return, with only stockings and high-heeled boots visible beneath a little coat. She suggested, "Let's just go to a few bars for tapas and beers."
When they reached the first stop Becci insisted on keeping her coat on. With a coy smile she whispered, "Perhaps if I undo a few buttons, but keep the belt tied, I could let you feel what I wearing underneath." She stood motionless as Paul slipped his hand inside her coat and around her bare breast. His cock nearly exploded.
The drinks flowed and Becci insisted on taking her turn to go to the bar. As the evening progressed the belt of her coat loosened, showing a little more of her breasts when she turned or leaned forward than perhaps she intended. But her trips to and from the bar were something else! With each step her coat opened slightly further, exposing her pale slender thighs above her stocking tops. On a few occasions her smooth vulva was briefly visible.
On their last stop a group of local men noticed her. They surrounded her while Paul was in the Caballeros and spoke only in Spanish. Becci understood very little of what they said, but their body language was clear. One of them spun her around and stole a kiss, partially hidden from view by his friends. Uninvited hands explored her body as he pressed his lips against hers.
Becci broke free flustered, but just in time before Paul's return. She took a deep breath regained her composure, quickly deciding not to say anything. She didn't want to spoil their evening.
As they walked back to their hotel through side streets off Las Ramblas and the adjacent area, she asked Paul to go up ahead but to look back. Alone on the city streets she opened her coat exposing her small pale breasts crowned by tense pink nipples, waxed pussy and milky thighs. She playfully posed in front of graffitied shop shutters, traffic bollards and in a small square, sitting with her back to those gathered outside bars and restaurants.
Finally and sacrilegiously she brazenly held her coat wide open to expose herself to Paul in front of a church. Later in a waking fantasy she imagined being hauled inside by powerful strangers and violated on the alter! But returning to the moment Paul noticed she had attracted too much attention and whisked her into a taxi and back to their hotel.
He kissed Becci in lobby, squeezing her body tightly against him, "Why don't you put on a sexy little dress for cocktails in the bar?"
Becci giggled and whispered, "I'm not done yet!" She led Paul up to the first floor and lay back on the grand staircase. She positivey glowed as she opened her coat and then her legs, caressing herself beneath the gaze of a CCTV camera.
Becci burst into another fit of giggles as Paul hauled her to her feet and into one of the public restrooms. He frantically drove his cock into his teasing little slut. Her well-lubricated vagina tightened around him, squeezing his thrusting cock. He emptied his swollen balls deep inside her after just a few lunges. Becci kissed him and sent him on his way with a naughty smile, "This'll take a minute or two to drain; get me a mojito."
They had set the following afternoon aside for a visit to Museu De'l Erotica. Becci was instantly mesmerised by a machine designed to secure and mechanically fuck a woman. A large phallus connected to moving parts protruded through a hole in the seat, while the metal ankle, wrist and neck restraints took it to another level.
An American tourist smiled at Becci's evident intrigue and explained that it was an antique sybian. She suggested that Becci would look amazing secured in place, before introducing herself as Sarah. Soon both girls were in fits of giggles, discussing how it would feel to be strapped in place and taken through multiple orgasms. Becci invited Sarah to join them in the garden for an afternoon tipple. A game of truth or dare began and continued in bars along Las Ramblas.
Sarah explained how she played the dutiful wife in Brooklyn, but her husband had always struggled to satisfy her needs, particularly of late. She frequently traveled for business trips, with the evenings devoted to illicit sexual encounters. She kept her secret her from him, "It's a kindness. The truth would hurt him so. It's just physical... Those men mean nothing to me, other than the pleasure they can give me."
Becci was captivated by Sarah's description of visits to sex clubs throughout Europe. Entry was sometimes free, or at least greatly reduced, for single women. Sarah explained, "On normal nights I'm happy to join couples, but most clubs relax restrictions for single men on specific days. They're the best!"
Sarah's first experience was in a libertine club in Lyon. She was a little nervous and wore a sexy mask to conceal her identity, just in case any business contacts frequented the club. A large one-way mirror looked in on a blindfolded and naked woman in her late thirties.
Sarah leaned forward and whispered, "I watched while this slut sucked and fucked each cock thrust at her with complete abandon. Then I saw her wedding ring and I just wanted to be her!" She touched Becci's knee, "She was someone's wife, perhaps someone's mother... But for that night and in that club she was anyone's slut!"
Sarah was almost breathless as she described the lewd scene, and confessed that she became shamefully aroused and behaved disgracefully. She invited the attention of two couples standing beside her, "l... I encouraged them... You know, to touch me, kiss me... Then someone unzipped my dress, exposing me! I... I just let them." Sarah told the young couple before her how her pussy tingled in anticipation, "I walked back into the lounge with my dress hanging off me."
Sarah slowly described how she slinked across the dance floor to a stripper's pole and was soon naked. One of the first couples she'd met introduced her as a novice and a crowd gathered around her. She offered her body freely to everyone who approached, "They were touching me, feeling me, kissing and even fingering me. Soon I was passed from one to the next towards mattresses on the floor at the back of the room."
Sarah coloured slightly during this part of her story. She had hesitated in shock as she watched a man approach a woman in the cowgirl position from behind, "He simply tilted her pelvis and then penetrated her... He penetrated her anally! Without speaking a word... The girl gasped looking back at him, and then at me and the others... She had two cocks in her and seemed almost proud!"
Becci was hanging on Sarah's every word as the American libertine described the moment one of the original couples pulled her forward and eased her down on her back, "The women held and caressed my legs whilst one of their husbands teased my pussy and clit with his tongue." Sarah sipped her cocktail and licked her moistened lips, "Soon he worked up my body and... And then just pressed his cock into me!"
Sarah briefly closed her eyes as she described the moment she first cheated on her husband with another man, "I reached between my legs and felt the firm warmth of his cock... Opening me... Entering me... My legs were bent fully over, allowing him to slam his full length into me... His pace quickened until he finally tensed and came!" She paused for a moment, "With barely a few words another man took his place, slapping my ass and tits as he fucked me."
Becci's cheeks flushed as Sarah explained that language difficulties played a role in the extent of her subsequent defilement. Her French was basic; it was easier to let the men who approached have their way with her than to attempt to be selective, "Oh, there were so many... Some my age, some old enough to be my father." Becci imagined how Sarah must have felt as a crowd of men jostled to explore and take her fresh young body.
Sarah wasn't sure when the other wives let go of her legs, "I caught glimpses of them being put to good use." She blushed, "I lost count of how many men finally came in or on me... I had never cheated before, and oh, to start with this! I was hooked; it was one of the best nights of my life!" Compared to her fantasies it only fell short in regard to the rule and requirement for condoms for penetrative sex.
Becci's hand was gripping Paul's hard cock through his jeans as she listened, her legs squirming and her pussy weeping. She desperately wanted to be the centre of attention in the stories Sarah told, but more pressingly she wanted to invite Sarah back to their hotel.
