City Of Love 1

"Honeeee..."

Uh oh, prepare yourself.

"Yes, my love?"

"I have a favor to ask."

"Anything for you, my sweet."

"Don't be smart."

"I'm not, baby. You know I hardly ever turn you down."

"Well, there was that one time..."

"Yeah, ten years ago, and you know we didn't have anywhere to put it."

"But still..."

"I know. I said 'no' to you one time in twelve years, you poor deprived child. Seriously, what were you going to ask me?"

"I just got off the phone with Carol. She and Todd are fighting again and that asshole is making her life miserable. She really needs to get away from him for a while."

"She can stay here while we're in Paris. Kind of a staycation."

"Well actually, I wanted to ask if she could come to Paris with us."

"Really? Paris? With us?"

"Did I stutter? Yes, I want her to be able to really get away, and you know how much I love her."

I gave it a long, long pause. There was a lot to consider.

First, this wasn't just having someone over to dinner, this was being with someone 24/7 for two weeks, and halfway around the world to boot.

Second, we were leaving in less than a month, and there were a lot of moving pieces to coordinate like flights, lodging, and transportation.

Third, there was Carol.

Oh yes, Carol.

Allow me to explain.

Carol was an attractive redhead my wife, Lisa, worked with. With good genes, sparkling eyes, and a ready smile, she was objectively pretty and attracted people of all kinds. Her outgoing personality was a real asset.

Carol was petite, about five-two with a slim waist, just right hips, and a delicious little bubble butt. Her legs were well cut and muscular.

And I liked her, I mean genuinely liked her. She was a good friend to Lisa and we enjoyed her company.

She had other assets that really set her apart. Two, in fact.

Her boobs.

We're not talking buxom here. We are talking enormous. We are talking porn star tits. You know those small round watermelons they sell? That's what we're talking about, one on each side.

Huger than huge. I can't even begin to estimate her cup size. Truly boobmania, boobapalooza, Tits R Us, whatever.

We were puzzled as to why she would do that to her body, so my dear unfiltered Lisa once asked her. Turns out that her husband, a doctor, was very much what could kindly be described as an asshole. He provided her with a wealthy lifestyle, and in return she agree to look a certain way and got not one, but two bust enlargements to satisfy his demand that his wife look like a porn star. Money for tits, as it were.

But back to our story.

"You're serious?"

"Of course I am," Lisa replied. "She's my dearest friend and she needs us right now. You know what an asshole Todd is, and she needs to get far away from him for a while." She snuggled up close and rubbed her own fine pair on me while looking pleadingly into my eyes. "Pleeeeeaase? I promise I'll make it worth your while..."

I grinned. Lisa was already a tiger in the sack and I couldn't imagine how she could make it better.

"Well, since you put it that way..." I answered.

"I knew you would," she said, giving my junk a quick squeeze. "I can't wait to tell her."

"Let me make the arrangements first," I told her. "I have to change a few things around. I assume she'll be spending Todd's money on this?"

"Of course! Just tell me how much so I can call her."

I had booked us into a small, boutique hotel in the 17

th

Arrondisement

in Paris. I called it directly and found that while they didn't have any more single or double rooms available, they did have one triple room that we could get. I immediately had them change us to that room then quickly got online and managed to get her a ticket on our flight to Charles DeGaulle airport.

"OK, good news. I got her on our flight, and upgraded our room to a triple."

"Can't she have her own room?"

"They don't have any more singles or doubles available, and I figured this was the best solution since we can't cancel the reservation entirely."

"So she would be sharing a room with us?"

"Uh, yeah. Is that a problem?"

Lisa smiled devilishly. "Not for me, but will you be able to handle all that woman for two weeks?"

"I'll have two beautiful women to take to dinner every night, so yeah, I think I'll somehow survive." I turned serious for a moment. "You know I'm generally just wearing boxers when we're in the hotel room, and it's what I wear to bed. Will the two of you be OK with that?"

"My handsome hubby in his underwear in front of my BFF? Shocking!" she laughed. "Of course I'm OK with it."

I smiled back. "Then tell her she's getting a bargain. The ticket and the room only add $2000 to what we've already spent. She's getting a trip to Paris for two grand. I even got her a seat with us, the center one was still available."

"Thank you, baby! I knew you could do it." She grasped my face in her hands and gave me a long, deep kiss, her tongue probing my mouth and her lips devouring me. "There'll be a lot more where that came from. Thank you."

Carol was ecstatic at the news and thanked us profusely. Two weeks far away from her abusive husband would give her a respite and a chance to consider her options.

Departure day finally arrived and she met us at our house. We left her car in our driveway and drove to the airport together, easily clearing the TSA checkpoint and finding our gate. Despite the duration of the flight from San Diego and the generally unpleasant nature of airline travel, we drank and laughed on the flight, looking forward to two weeks in one of our favorite cities.

Carol turned serious at one point. "Paul, I can't thank you enough for this. You have no idea what is means to me."

We occupied an entire group of three seats and had put her in the window unit since I really need the aisle for my long legs and frequent restroom trips on a flight. Carol was wearing a light sweater top with a scoop neck, so there was more than the usual amount of cleavage to appreciate. I was already having trouble looking her in the eye.

"You're welcome, Carol. We love your company and this was the right thing to do. Just relax and enjoy."

"Oh, I will. Thank you both so much again."

***********

And so it was that we found ourselves in close quarters for fourteen days. As was the style in European hotels, the three beds were basically separate standard size ones unless you asked to have them pushed together. I had the hotel push two of them together for Lisa and I, leaving the single for Carol.

The bathroom was decently sized, arranged at one end of the room with a sliding door, and the counter filled up quickly with all the hair and makeup stuff Lisa and Carol had brought.

It was obvious from the start that we couldn't make too many allowances for modesty. Getting fully dressed in a steamy bathroom after a shower was impractical and often humorous, so I would bring a clean pair of boxers with me and traipse around in those. We generally sat around in our underwear, with the girls maybe tossing on a loose t-shirt or something.

When it was time for Carol to perform her

toilette

I discretely made myself scarce by going out for coffee or such. Lisa found it all quite amusing.

"Watching you two trying to avoid exposing too much skin to each other is funny as hell."

"Yeah, it is getting kinda silly, isn't it?" Carol offered. I just nodded in agreement. "How much are you both comfortable with?"

"Don't look at me," I opined. "Whatever I say will be wrong. I'll go along with whatever you two decide."

Carol answered. "Look, we're friends. The biggest problem I have is that the bathroom steams up so bad when I shower because the room doesn't have a fan. I'd like to leave the door open."

"Yeah, I agree," said Lisa. "So, you wanna do that even when Paul is in the room? He's been pretty good about leaving when you have to get naked."

Carolne looked at me. "I appreciate that, but really, I know that's a hassle for him." She paused for a moment. "I would have no problem with hm catching an occasional glimpse of my ass or whatever," she smiled. "I'm not ashamed of my body, and we are all really close."

Lisa turned to me, grinning. "How about you, stud? Can you control yourself if you happen to see her naked?"

I laughed out loud. "I'll somehow find a way, baby. I guess if we don't make a big show of it I would be fine."

Carol smiled in appreciation. "Thanks. I know I kinda stand out, but with all I have to wear when we go out, I gotta let the girls breathe now and again. I promise not to look like I'm pole dancing." We all laughed at that.

Things did loosen up. Our style of travel involved a lot of walking, and the unseasonable warm weather meant we got tired and sweaty. We interspersed our sightseeing with naps and maybe a refreshing shower before dinner.

We all started leaving the bathroom door open when we showered, and it wasn't uncommon for Lisa and Carol to come out wrapped in a towel or terry robe, then drop it to don fresh panties. I didn't stare but would try to turn toward the large window when she came out, though I occasional did get to see her quite amazing ass and got lots of side boob, there being so much boob to have sides.

Things took a turn during one of our afternoon naps. Things took a definite turn.

Oh yes they did.

A usual, I had fallen asleep lying on my back on top of the covers. I was pretty tired and sleeping rather soundly, even having a quite enjoyable dream that involved my sexy wife, who was lightly snoring on her side next to me.

The dream had of course made me hard. Some slight noise stirred me, and emerging from the dream I realized that my now rigid cock had emerged through the fly of my loose boxers and was standing proudly upright, veined and purple and reaching for the sky.

And Carol was standing six feet away, looking at it.

I remained still but opened my eyes fully, watching her intently. She seemed to be almost n a trance, idly fondling a breast through the open robe she wore with one hand and rubbing her pussy with the other. She must have realized that my eyes were open because she met my gaze directly for several seconds before yanking her robe shut and hurrying to the bathroom. Lisa remained blissfully unaware, her sleep undisturbed.

OK, that was, uh, different.

***********

At dinner that night Carol was uncharacteristically quiet, and Lisa noticed.

"You're pretty quiet tonight, Carol. Are you all right?"

"Yes," she answered, not looking up from her meal.

It was not in Lisa's nature to let things go. "Are you sure? What's wrong?"

"I guess I'm just tired from the day."

"Bullshit. Spill." I was holding my breath anticipating her answer.

Carol put her silverware down and looked at Lisa. "I'm so sorry. When I came out of the shower I saw Paul asleep on his back." She gulped. "He was hard and his cock was sticking up out of his boxers. I couldn't look away. He saw me looking."

Lisa looked back and forth at the two of us. "You saw her looking and didn't cover yourself?"

"Baby, it was like three seconds, then she hurried back to the bathroom. It was also such a surprise that I couldn't really react."

Carol and I looked at Lisa, expecting an angry explosion. Instead, Lisa started laughing uproariously. We both looked puzzled at her unexpected reaction.

"Oh, this is so fucking funny. My best friend accidently sees my luscious husband's luscious cock in all its glory, and you're both embarrassed." She continued to giggle.

"So you're all right with that? You don't want me to go stay somewhere else? You don't hate me?"

"Oh, sweetie, no. I don't hate you. I knew it was only a matter of time before this happened. I'm just surprised at your reaction and his." Carol and I both grinned.

"Oh god, that is such a relief. I thought you would throw me out."

"So what did you think?"

"Of what?"

"His cock, silly. You said you couldn't look away."

"Lisa!" I exclaimed.

"What? I love your cock and the way you use it and I want another woman's opinion on the subject!"

"You're not kidding."

"No, I am not kidding." She turned to Carol. "So, what did you think of Paul's perfect penis?"

Carol actually blushed. "It's very nice."

Lisa chortled at that. "'Nice'? It's 'nice'? Come on, you can do better than that."

Carol laughed nervously. "All right, it's a gorgeous piece of man meat. You are a very lucky girl, especially since it's attached to him."

Lisa stared at Carol, who covered her face with her hands.

"Oh god, I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have said that."

"Carol," Lisa said softly. "I'm not mad. Just tell me what you mean."

Carol lowered her hands and looked as Lisa for several long seconds. Speaking barely above a whisper, she said, "Lisa, do you have any idea how lucky you are?"

"Lucky?"

"Yes. Lucky. I envy your life." Carol's lip quivered as she tried not to ugly cry.

Lisa gave Carol another long look and sighed. She started to say something, but Carol regained her composure and spoke first. I just kept my silence, waiting. I had no idea where this was going.

"Your life is the one I have always wanted for myself, Lisa. You have a great job, but that's not it. You have a husband who is devoted to you as well as being handsome and, uh, well equipped." She smiled wryly.

"I'm not all that, Carol. I'm just a guy."

"You're 'just a guy' whose devoted to his wife, Paul. You treat her like a queen, and from what she tells me you're pretty good in the sack. You have no idea how much that means to a woman like me, to see that and know that I don't having anything like it."

Lisa protested, "Carol, you have a pretty good life..."

Carol snapped back. "I have a wealthy life, Lisa. He's rich, but that's it. He's an abusive asshole who thinks only about himself. Do I need to remind you of why I have these monsters?" She used both hands to point to her chest. "I live a life of luxury, but I might as well be a blow up sex doll."

"A lot of women would love to have your life, Carol."

"Then they can have it. I want what you have." The ugly cry finally broke through, and she sobbed.

Lisa moved close to her friend and put her arm around her. "Oh baby," she whispered to her. "Please don't feel that way." She hugged her tightly. "Come on, let's get out of here. Babe, pay the bill, we'll meet you outside." Carol stood, and holding tightly to Lisa's arm they exited the restaurant.

I signaled the waiter for the bill and settled. "Madame seemed upset, Monsieur. I trust the meal did not cause her distress?" the waiter opined.

"

Non, tout allait bien. Merci pour votre discretion

," I answered in my best tourist French ["No, everything was fine. Thank you for your discretion."]. I quickly joined the girls on the sidewalk.

Carol had recovered somewhat and I felt that a stroll in the lovely Paris evening would help. "Let's walk to Parc du Champ de Mars," I suggested. "It's really special this time of night and it's right down this way." We walked slowly toward the park, with Lisa and I on either side of her, her arms linked through ours.

"God, I'm so embarrassed, "she whispered hoarsely. "I'm ruining this wonderful trip for you both."

"You are doing no such thing." Lisa told her in a mock stern tone, turning her head toward her. "Don't you even think that. If we didn't want you here you wouldn't be here."

Carol turned to Lisa, and leaning slightly she gave her a short kiss right on the lips. "I just love you so much. I don't know what I would do without you."

Lisa squeezed her arm. "And we love you. Just know that."

We walked in silence until we reached the park, then turned and walked toward its most prominent feature, the Eiffel Tower at the other end. The sight of this amazing edifice dominated the scene.

Everyone's bucket list should include a visit to Paris and one or more evenings spent strolling down the Parc du Champ de Mars; it's an experience like no other anywhere in the world. Hundreds, possibly thousands, of Parisians and visitors array themselves across the broad grassy expanses and on the many benches and walls in the park. Lovers canoodle, children romp, here is a group of elderly Chinese ladies softly singing songs from their home country, there is a juggler from Romania entertaining the young couples. People of every type, nationality, and age gather on the park to await the lighting of the tower and its hourly explosion of millions of flashing lights as the night darkens. It is an experience like no other and you owe it to yourself to see it at least once.

I could feel the tension drain from Carol as we walked. Being in this place at this time, bracketed by people who loved her unconditionally, she was finally safe and protected from the hell she had taken temporary respite from.

For myself, I was a bit distracted; by tightly gripping my arm, Carol was pulling it against her. Against her side.

Against the side of her enormous, and enormously firm, boob.

Hoo boy, that does feel really, really nice, if I do say so myself. And I do indeed say so myself.

"I have a question for both of you, I hope you don't mind. What's your secret?"

"Secret to what?" Lisa asked.

"How do you have this perfect relationship?"

We both laughed out loud. We had a pretty good relationship for sure, but "perfect" was not a word we really assigned to anything, much less ourselves.

"Oh dearie, we're not perfect. Not even."

"To me you are. Is there some secret I don't know about?"

"No big secret, sweets, no. We just love each other."

"Hmmm. I've never had that. I let that fucker's money blind me to who he really was."

"Did he always treat you like this? Was it ever good?" I was genuinely curious.

"I thought so. When we met, he was so attentive and kind, at least it seemed that way. When I look back on it I realize that it was all part of his game, his way of winning me over. The presents, the flowers, the dinners, the big house and the Mercedes, they were all just fluff. I didn't let myself see through it and see him for what he really was."

"Lots of people make that mistake, Carol."

"I don't care about them. I feel like an idiot."

"Don't beat yourself up, babe. You're with us now. Focus on the present."

Carol squeezed our arms closer to her, simultaneously communicating her affection and pressing my arm even more firmly into her oh-so-delightful tit.

It was getting close to the first "twinkle" of the night at nine o'clock, so we found available seats on a bench and waited for the show.

It did not disappoint. Lisa and Carol, along with every other person in that beautiful park, were mesmerized by the display, transfixed by the sheer majestic beauty, this universally recognized, thousand-foot monument to Gustave Eiffel's genius and humankind's majesty. Honestly, this is another bucket list item.

When the twinkling ended after ten minutes and the usual applause subsided, we all sat in awe for a few minutes before standing as a group and strolling back to the hotel arm in arm. This time I somehow ended up in the middle, with a beauty on either side of me. Talk about feeling like a million bucks, like the ultimate lover.

Calm down, boy, don't make it more than it is. Just enjoy it.

There was a palpable sense of something different when we returned to the hotel. We couldn't put our finger on it, but it was obvious that the little group that returned was not the same group that had left hours before. Neither Lisa nor I were the least surprised when Carol started to speak.

"Tonight has been one of my best nights ever, I never felt so loved and safe. I don't want it to end."

Lisa wrapped her up in a tight hug, holding her for a long minute. "We do love you, Carol. Don't you ever doubt it, not for one second." She sent a quick but meaningful glance in my direction, then continued.