Driving back to my hotel Pierre asked me if I would like to meet him again the next day.
I was feeling fulfilled and exhilarated by the afternoon of sex with him. It was only my second extra-marital sexual escapade and had proved to be as thrilling and exciting as the first, a few months earlier. An added dimension to the sex with Pierre was that he was a lot older than I was, and he had basically persuaded me to have sex with him as a reward for him having shown me around Paris earlier in the day.
Sex with a mature man had proven to be a great experience. Pierre was charming, measured, unrushed and a gentleman in his seduction of me. He had taken his time getting me totally aroused, and he was able to fuck me for a long time before orgasming himself. His experience also showed in knowing just where and how to touch a woman, giving me amazing orgasms.
The thought of "paying" a man for his services by fucking him also had given me quite a thrill. It was quite an erotic, and an almost powerful feeling, knowing that one could get a man to serve one on the promise of sex with him. Not only was I able to reward a man, but also able to get huge pleasure from it myself.
With these erotic thoughts still drifting through my mind, I told Pierre that I would like to see him the next day, but that I would have to see what my husband's plans were for the that day. He gave me his phone number so that I could call him if I could or wished to the next day.
I got back to the hotel room to find Mike, my husband, already there. As I kissed him, mixed emotions ran through me. I experienced a measure of guilt about my afternoon of sex without him, but I still had this feeling that I would like to share with him my exhilarating time with Pierre. I experienced a little erotic tingle thinking about the possibility of fucking Mike as I told him about my French sexual experience.
However, I really wanted to shower, as it had been a hot (and steamy) day and I wanted to feel fresh before we went for dinner that night. I stripped off with Mike watching me. I know that he still enjoyed seeing me naked and I was happy for that (having been married for a few years), so I made sure he could get a good look at me.
"Hey sexy -- have you been teasing the Frenchmen out there today with that glorious body?" he joked with me as he looked on with some lust in his eyes. He often teased me about other men looking at me , but this time I did feel a brief twinge of guilt about how close to the truth his comment was. But then I suddenly thought that maybe this could be the opening I needed to test whether I would be able to talk to Mike about my sex with Pierre that afternoon.
"Why would you want to know that? .......... Would you be jealous if I had?" I smiled teasingly at him, winked, gave my bottom a wiggle and went to shower, without waiting for his reply. I thought I would leave it at that and maybe take up the topic later that night with him again -- and see how it developed.
With the shower water running down my back I was mentally planning how to test Mike's feelings about extra-marital sex. My planning was cut short by Mike stepping into the shower as well.
"After teasing me like that with your body I am not going to let you shower alone!!" he hissed in my ear and wrapped his arms around me. Standing behind me he slid his hands up and down my body, cupping my tits. I leaned back into him enjoying his touch.
Nibbling my earlobe and gently kneading my tits he whispered another teaser. "I bet those horny Frenchmen out there would like to see you like this. You could give them quite a thrill!!" He gave my nipples a little tweak and hugged me. I felt his cock against my butt. It was still soft but definitely starting to harden.
Mike was giving me another opening to broach the subject of sex with others, by mentioning the Frenchmen and me in one sentence. Despite not having really formulated my approach to him I thought I would just go with it and hope that I did not mess it up.
"You make it sound like you would want me to give them a thrill. Would you like it if I turned them on?" I teased back.
"Oh honey, I have seen how they look you up and down. These Frenchmen have an eye for talent. I bet they have been stripping you with their eyes. They would love to see you naked!!" Mike continued fondling my tits and slid one hand down to my crotch. I could feel his cock hardening against my butt. I thought to myself that I could probably get more direct and honest feelings from Mike if he was aroused, so I continued my probing and teasing. I thought I would explore whether he had fantasies about me with other men.
I reached behind me to take his cock in my hand. "It feels like it turns you on thinking about Frenchmen ogling me. Would you like them to see me naked? Would it turn you on?" I started to slowly stroke his cock as I questioned Mike. Mike let out a groan.
"Was that a yes honey -- or only because you like me touching you?" I turned to face Mike so that I could read his body language as well. Mike grunted a non-committal answer, as my hand closed around his now very erect cock.
Slowly stroking his erection I leaned in to kiss him on the lips. "I think the thought of a Frenchman seeing my tits and pussy does turn you on. Is that one of your fantasies Mike? Tell me honestly." I whispered in his ear.
Mike's cock gave a tell-tale twitch. He kissed me on the neck and replied softly. "You guessed right. Did I make it that obvious?"
Giving his cock a squeeze and reaching with my other hand to gently fondle his balls, I probed for more. "That's naughty, sexy thoughts Mike. Do you fantasize only about Frenchmen seeing me naked, or about other men as well?" I tried to make him realize that I was not shocked or turned off by his fantasy, but that I actually wanted to know more.
Mike cupped a tit and slid a hand between my thighs. I was getting quite turned on by the sexy talk and my pussy was starting to get wet from my own juices. Mike slid a finger up and down my slit, spreading my juices and gently separating my labia. He found my opening and slid a finger up. As he did this he, he replied, "I have had this fantasy for a while, but seeing the way those Frenchmen looked at you last night, this fantasy just grew around the French guys today. It gets me really turned on thinking about other guys seeing you exposed and getting hot for you."
"I can feel that'" I smiled at him and glanced down at his rock hard cock. "You are getting me turned on as well Mike. Maybe we should get out of the shower and on the bed while we talk about this!!"