-- CHAPTER 6: The Houseguests --
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*SEPTEMBER*
"Can you really believe it's been a year?" Taylor smiled and tilted her champagne glass back for a sip. But halfway to her lips, her hand froze and she squeezed her eyes shut, moaning softly.
I glanced down to where Cassandra was kneeling between Taylor's legs, slurping my cum out from my wife's saturated pussy. Taylor herself was reclined in a bucket seat on the jet, fully naked and covered in sweat.
When Taylor opened her eyes, the deep blue pools were unfocused and her lower jaw quivered as the small orgasm passed through her. I was surprised she managed not to spill her drink. And then with a sigh, she sagged into her seat and Cassandra sat back with a satisfied smile on her face.
My gorgeous blonde assistant scooped some cum off her chin and popped it into her mouth. She looked unbelievably sexy even though she was still fully dressed, what with the dribble of semen, the way her hair was mussed where Taylor had been holding her head, and especially the intensely aroused expression on her face.
"A year of ups and downs. But a happy year nonetheless," I agreed with Taylor while keeping my eyes on Cassandra as she moved over to my naked body, where I was sitting in the next bucket seat across the aisle from Taylor. Then the blonde bent and slurped my still-wet half-hard cock into her mouth.
Taylor raised her champagne glass to me. "Happy anniversary, honey."
I looked down and saw the glow of adoration in Cassandra's eyes before returning my gaze to my wife. "Happy anniversary."
A few minutes later, I was as hard as I'd ever get. I nodded to Taylor, who got out of her seat and moved behind my assistant, reaching around her body to begin opening the various fasteners of her clothing.
Cassandra pulled me out of the back of her throat, taking a few deep breaths. And then I held my hands out to both of the great loves of my life. "Come on. Let's all go back into the bedroom."
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Six hours later, we awoke as the pilot informed us we would be landing in Paris soon.
We dressed and returned to our seats. Cassandra hadn't cleaned herself up since I'd nutted inside her, and I thought I heard a wet squelch as she sat down.
An hour after that, we checked into the Imperial Suite at our posh Parisian hotel. After taking two steps in through the doors, Taylor sighed. "Doesn't this bring back memories?"
Cassandra and I looked at each other and smiled. This was the same hotel and the same suite we had stayed at when Taylor had been whisked away by Fashion Forward magazine for a photo shoot. It had been quite the special week. During that trip was the first time Cassandra and Taylor had sex with each other. It was the time Cassandra and I began to fall in love. It was also the first time Taylor began to fall in love with me.
Now while things had gotten quite complicated upon returning home, all three of us had very fond memories of our last trip to Paris.
Taylor had a further surprise when she emerged from the bedroom wearing a resplendent blue dress, form-fitting to her lithe body and electrically captivating in the light. The skirt was short and flowing at the same time, and almost immediately I remembered how practical that skirt had been the last time we were here. Predictably, the very first thing Taylor wanted to do was visit the Louvre.
Once we were in our limo, Taylor laughed and rehashed the sordid details of that Louvre encounter to Cassandra. On the drive over, I could see my wife rubbing her thighs together as she was evidently getting quite wet at the memory.
And when we pulled up outside the museum itself, Taylor fixed me with a heated look and asked, "Cassandra, will you keep a lookout for us?"
"Of course, Taylor," the blonde immediately answered, a grin on her own face.
I had by now figured out that Taylor meant to recreate the encounter from nearly three years ago. And while the risk of getting caught tempered my arousal, the prospect of public sex with Taylor already had a noticeable effect on my penis.
Taylor was giggling like a schoolgirl as we got out and then quickly located the same bench. Not five feet away was another bench with another couple sitting on it, but luckily "our bench" was free. And then soon, I found myself sitting down and staring at the Arc de Triomphe, and then Taylor slid herself onto my lap while Cassandra circled around miming as if a camera was in her hands.
Taylor's feet were together on my right side with her arms around me, looking at Cassandra over my left shoulder while I gazed at my wife's face. I could feel the heat radiating from her crotch, and she turned to press her lips to mine and we began to make out like a million other couples were probably doing in Paris.
With Taylor's ass grinding on my boner, I soon began to moan in obvious arousal. The gorgeous brunette took that as her cue and she pivoted in my lap, kicking one leg over me so that she was straddling me. Cassandra immediately turned and began to look for observers.
Cassandra did flash us a "stop" sign with her open palm. There was one young man walking by who was gawking at Taylor, merely the look of a man appreciating female beauty. But Taylor was still busy grinding her crotch against my erection.
And then, when Cassandra waved us "all clear", my wife slipped her hand underneath the skirt, fished my rock hard erection through my fly, and then pushed me past the strap of her panties and sunk me into her very wet snatch.
"So naughty..." Taylor husked, her eyes now a brilliant violet against the sunlight.
She barely moved, rotating slowly and moving up and down without any rhythm. To any outside observer she would appear to be sitting astride my lap, kissing me like many other young couples in Paris. But the reality was that we were fucking in broad daylight in the courtyard of the Louvre.
Oddly enough, while we'd come to this sight three years ago, we'd never gone into the museum itself.
So twenty minutes later, the three of us walked through the museum with our personal guide. Twenty minutes after that, Taylor actually dribbled some of my cum onto the parquet floor, after which she finally excused herself to a restroom to wipe herself up.
And that wasn't our only trip back down memory lane. We strolled along the sidewalks lining the River Seine. We played "I spy" and Cassandra laughed when she pointed out a green bench. And then we dolled up and went to the Opera.
Three years ago, I could never have imagined my life would be where it was now. Even with all the hopes and dreams for each woman I'd felt during the incredibly intense week we'd all spent in Paris, I never would have guessed the three of us would end up together.
I had consider myself a truly blessed man.
***
Late that night, after a playful shower, the three of us tumbled into bed together. Now, at 12:15am local time, it was actually the day of Taylor's and my wedding anniversary.
I'd obviously seen both women fully naked in the shower. But that didn't stop them from tossing a pair of silk boxers at me and then shooing me into the bedroom while they went into the closet to change.
A few minutes later, my ladies emerged wearing their lingerie. Taylor's was a red ensemble, a very rare thing since she usually preferred darker colors. She'd chosen well, as her outfit spiked my anticipation and arousal at a brand new look from my familiar wife. Her lace panties were cut high over her hips, enhancing the length of her legs. The strapless bra had only half-cups, leaving the upper hemispheres of her breasts completely exposed and practically spilling over the top. And she wrapped the thigh-length matching silk robe around herself, both hiding her body and teasing me as the thin material hugged her curves. And my wife's dark blue gaze pierced through the thin veil of her long, dark bangs as she devoured me with her eyes.
And Cassandra was a vision in white. Somehow, in the very few minutes we were apart, she'd added some makeup that made her look devastatingly sexy in sharp contrast to her usual business façade. Her hair was up save for golden curls falling down, framing her pretty face. Already taller than Taylor, her white silk robe hung all the way to her ankles, making her look even taller and imposing. Her bra seemed to use some form of nanotechnology to support her large tits despite being made from a sheer, see-through cloth. And she was wearing white boyshorts that clung to her asscheeks and crotch quite enticingly.
My wife approached first and I opened my arms as she joined me on the bed.
"I love you, Taylor."
"I love you, Johnny."
And we both turned to Cassandra and rolled her in-between us. I glanced at Taylor and then we said together, "We love you, Cassandra."
Cassandra first reached up to Taylor, her hands on my wife's cheeks as she brought their faces together for a tender kiss. I started pulling off Cassandra's robe, then kissed the back of Cassandra's neck and let my hand run along her flanks before palming her ass in my hand. The two women had begun to caress each other while their tongues intertwined, and I slid lower down and snaked Cassandra's boyshorts off, leaving her naked ass and engorged pussy lips bare to my gaze.
My wife and assistant were still passionately kissing, but then Cassandra's hips shot forward in surprise when I slipped a finger into the wet folds of her pussy from behind.
The action caused the taller, bigger blonde to push Taylor's relatively lighter body and rolled the brunette onto her back. Cassandra quickly removed my wife's strapless bra while leaving the silk robe around her shoulders, then moved atop Taylor and began to kiss her way down the brunette's naked torso.
"Oh, Cassandra..." Taylor crooned while the statuesque blonde took my wife's sensitive breasts in her mouth. And as the blonde moved lower, Taylor began whimpering in anticipation.
