"Madame, how you say magnifique?" The middle aged and distinguished Frenchman sitting next to Lucy said gesturing a smile. "Your lips are magnifique. Your husband is so lucky. May I experience your lips?" Asked the Frenchman who noticed her wedding ring.
"Oh my...thank you for the compliment. My husband Jack will be here any minute." Lucy said while wondering where Jack was. She was waiting for him at the hotel bar in Paris where they were staying while on their anniversary trip.
Lucy was a little aroused. A good looking Frenchman had been sitting with her since she arrived at the bar about 15 minutes ago. They were engaged in conversation that quickly turned flirtatious.
"My husband will have to answer that...", Lucy smiled deviously while looking at the Frenchman. He was handsome and charming. Definitely kissable Lucy thought. His hair was a little tousled but stylish. He had a five o'clock shadow, but was well groomed. What gave her the tingles was his eyes as they looked into hers. They were dark and intense, dangerous and sexy.
"Your husband will have to answer what?" Jack said arriving at the table. "What did I miss?" He looked at his wife wearing her sexy red dress showing off her busty cleavage. She was also wearing thigh high pantyhose with no panties. Jack knew this due to getting frisky with each other earlier while at the opera at the Palais Garnier. Let's just say his hand slyly found it's way between her legs during a very climactic finale.
A few minutes prior when Jack entered the bar he saw Lucy sitting in the back flirting with the man with her now. They were smiling, laughing, touching arms, and drinking wine. Jack knew what was going on...and he was intrigued.
The Frenchman stood and greeted Jack with a European style kiss on each cheek. "Jack, good to meet you. My name is Jacques. We are similar (referencing their names). That is a sign Madame." Jacques said sitting down next to Lucy to her right on the comfortable booth seat.
Jack sat across from them. A small circular table held their drinks between them. Jack noticed the reddening of Lucy's neck and chest. They gave away her nervous excitement and her lustful attraction to the Frenchman. Jack loved it when she got hot and bothered. He loved how she looked. He was getting more intrigued.
Jack listened to Jacques explain how spellbound he was with Lucy and how he would love a kiss...a real kiss. He wanted to experience the passion of an American woman. "The French love to kiss. They even named a kiss after us...and Americans love to kiss like us. Jack, Lucy est très belle. I am jealous. I would love to kiss ta belle épouse." Jacques opined.
Jacques then excused himself saying, "I give you two a few minutes to discuss." He took Lucy's hand kissing it before he left.
"I told him I had to wait for you." Lucy smirked knowing Jack would be jealous but turned on at the same time.
"Wow...sounds like you made quite the impression. I mean, it's only fair he just kissed me twice." We laughed out loud referencing Jacques' greeting to me.
As promised, Jacques returned a few minutes later. "I brought us our finest bottle of champagne as Americans say. And no worries, I own this fine hotel. And the server knows not to disturb."
"Wow, you own the hotel?" Jack whistled. "You are really trying to impress my wife." Everyone laughed.
"Regarding the kiss, she must have forgot how we said what happens in Paris stays in Paris." Jack referenced an inside joke between he and Lucy while informing Jacques of his approval. Jack and Lucy have had experiences with others in the past. Jack loves to watch his beautiful wife have a good time.
Lucy's chest was pounding. So was Jack's just imagining Lucy's mouth on another man. They always got nervous in these situations. What they do with others was for fun but there were always risks.
Jacques shrugged and smirked sexually at Lucy. "As Americans say, it is my lucky day."
Lucy grabbed her glass of wine. She pondered about what was going to happen while looking into her glass. She drank the last of her wine and said, "I'm ready for champagne."
Jacques opened it like a pro and poured everyone a glass. Toasts were made regarding the fine hotel and the much anticipated kiss. Jack nodded at Jacques while he detected Lucy's nervousness.
"I am a very passionate kisser," Jacques whispered. He leaned close to Lucy's right ear continuing to whisper but now in French.
Lucy felt his breath against her ear and neck. She didn't know what he was saying but it sounded erotic. Little hairs on the back of her neck were electrified.
Their cheeks brushed against one another as Jacques' mouth moved closer to Lucy's. They looked into each other's eyes as their mouths were slightly open and so close to each other, so close but not yet touching. The anticipation was building.
Jacques' hands moved to each side of Lucy's face. His thumbs caressed her cheeks. His fingers in her hair. Their lips still not touching. Their noses grazed each other's slowly as Jacques and Lucy shared each other's breath. Noses grazed a little more, a little more pressure until Jacques' lips lightly danced against hers.
Lucy's eyes were closed as Jacques whispered, "I want to taste you, taste your tongue." His lips were slightly parted as they gently pressed into Lucy's naturally plump lips.
They shared a light soft lingering kiss of their lips. Jacques slowly backed away a few centimeters and looked into her eyes and back to her lips noticing her heavy breathing indicating she wanted more. Jacques' hands still on the side of her face, pulled her mouth into his as they shared a passionate kiss, the kind where it starts with playful anticipation and builds into white hot intensity. Their lips and tongues played with ferocious desire.
