**Disclaimer: All characters are 18+. All acts are consensual.**
**Chapter 2: Building Tension**
%% Erik and Claire are roaming the streets of Paris headed towards the Eiffel Tower on foot. It's starting to get dark just after sunset and the streets are now bright with lights coming from packed restaurants and clubs with huge lines outside them. The couple enjoy the view of the tower for some time before Claire spots a club she teases Erik about visiting; it's a swingers club. %%
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The previous night had been amazing for the newlywed couple. It had a promise of strength and trust in their relationship. It held excitement to explore their relationship into new depths and yet it also held certain nervousness for Erik as they had promised each other to delve deeper into each others kinks and fantasies. If Claire was nervous like Erik was; she had done a great job of keeping any hint of it appearing in front of her husband.
This morning Erik woke up in the soft and warm bed still slightly exhausted after the night he had. He woke up still thinking about the excitement he felt but he was definitely more nervous and apprehensive about really letting his deeper thoughts be bared in front of his wife.
'Should he really let it all out and lay all cards on the table for Claire? Should he really tell her just how turned on he had been last night just hearing about Claire and her past with Alex? Just how much he wanted to know more?'
Erik managed to open his eyes slightly and the beautifully crafted ceiling of their honeymoon suite came into view as he lay on his back. Sighing out loud and stretching his limbs a bit he reached out to the side to caress his wife's back; only to find the bed empty beside him. The bed on her side felt cold to his touch with the blanket pushed aside in a messy bunch.
Erik's mind jumped right into overdrive as he wondered where his wife was so early in the morning. Erik called out to her with definite hint of panic creeping in his tone "Babe? Where are you?"
Barely a moment of silence passed before Erik was on his feet; his mind in total panic mode wondering where his wife was. Then it switched up to paranoia as his overactive and slightly exhausted mind conjured up a wild possibility.
'Had she gone out to meet Alex while I slept like a clueless bastard?' Erik thought to himself while his eyes searched around the room for any clues.
Erik noticed Claire's purse was also missing along with her cellphone. Erik shook his head pushing the darker thoughts out of his mind; telling himself how he was being crazy.
'Just call her and find out where she is!' He told himself and grabbed his cell to call her.
It barely took a few rings before he heard his wife's cheery voice on the other end "Babe? Are you up? I got super hungry so I came out to grab something to eat and get some coffee. I'm almost back with a coffee for you too. I'll seeya in a moment. Muaahh!"
Erik slumped into the bed with relief after knowing where Claire was and chuckled for having overreacted to this extent. He blamed his exhaustion for the lack of trust in his wife this morning. Yet he couldn't explain why that had resulted in a massive hard on inside his pants.
When Claire came back into the room; she handed Erik his coffee before quickly rushing into the bathroom to grab a quick shower. Erik sat at the edge of the bed sipping his black coffee as the sound of shower hit his ear.
'Maybe he should join his wife in the shower for round two?' He thought to himself when his eyes wandered onto her open purse. Despite his best efforts his mind went back towards the dark thoughts he had before.
'Would there be any evidence in there of Claire going somewhere else besides the cafe for breakfast?' He thought as his fingers practically itched to snoop on his wife.
Finishing the rest of his coffee he sternly told himself "Don't be that guy, Erik! You have an amazing wife who has not given you any reason to warrant such mistrust. Get over it and join her in the shower."
With that he put any further doubts out of his mind before heading right towards the bathroom door. But when he tried to get in he found the door locked. Sighing he slumped back onto the bed deciding to rest up some more and go out exploring the city in the evening with his beautiful bride.
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The air was crisp as Erik and Claire strolled down the bustling street, the Eiffel Tower looming majestically in the distance. The setting sun painted the sky with hues of orange and red, casting a warm glow over the city. The streets were alive with the hum of laughter and chatter, the clinking of glasses from nearby cafés, and the distant melody of a street musician's accordion.
Claire's hand was tucked securely in Erik's, her fingers entwined with his. She looked up at him, her hazel eyes reflecting the golden light of the setting sun.
"I love you, Erik," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the city's symphony.
Erik stopped mid-stride, turning to face her. He cupped her cheek, his thumb brushing gently against her soft skin.
"I love you too, Claire. More than anything," he replied, his voice thick with emotion.
Their lips met in a soft, tender kiss, a promise of the passion that was yet to come.
As they pulled away, Erik's eyes darkened with desire. "Let's go back to the hotel," he growled, his voice low and husky. "I want to fuck you properly, not here in the middle of the street."
Claire shook her head, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Why wait until we get back to the hotel? There's a quiet corner over there," she said, pointing to a narrow alleyway between two buildings.
Erik raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. "You want to fuck in public, Claire?"
She bit her lip, her cheeks flushing pink. "Only if you do," she whispered.
