The story is about a British couple who explore cuckolding while on a camping holiday in France. It is a work of fiction and my first attempt at anything like this.
The kids were with a babysitter and James and Clare were free for the evening. They had been looking forward to their evening off for the last few days and were determined to make the evening count. There was a band playing and the bar was busy. They had enjoyed a few glasses of RosΓ© with dinner so by the time they had had their first couple of cocktails of the evening they were both feeling a little tipsy, especially Clare.
James was in shorts and a shirt but Clare had made a real effort; she was wearing a low cut short floaty dress that left little to the imagination. Her new French matching lace underwear set really made her feel sexy as she relaxed into the evening and allowed herself to really unwind.
It might have been the alcohol, but the band seemed to get better as the evening went on. Clare got up to dance, even though James refused to join her. As she danced she became aware that James wasn't the only one watching her. There was an older guy sat at the bar, not far from James and he wasn't taking his eyes off her.
Clare enjoyed being watched by this stranger and when he caught her eye she smiled at him with a naughty glint in her eye. She kept dancing and made sure both James and her new admirer got an eye full. The guy at the bar just kept watching her the whole time, he was blatantly eyeing her up. She wondered whether he realised she was with James, she wondered whether James knew she was being watched.
There was a lull in the music so she walked over to James and gave him a long, deep kiss. As she did so she looked over his shoulder at the stranger, who was still watching her.
Making eye contact with her admirer while kissing her husband made Clare feel super sexy and she felt a tingle of excitement in her pussy.
She broke off the kiss and whispered in James' ear, "I have an admirer. He's been watching me the whole time and it's really starting to get me wet."
The smile on his face told her everything she needed to know and she walked back off to the dance floor excited by the direction the evening was starting to take.
The music seemed louder and faster than before and Clare was losing herself in the rhythm when she noticed her mystery man had disappeared from his spot. She felt a little crest fallen as she scanned the bar looking for him. Suddenly she became aware of someone dancing close behind her. She turned around to see her admirer right there. He edged closer to her as he moved in time to the music.
Up close he was even sexier than before. He was smartly dressed, tanned and had sexy silver hair. Maybe he was even a little older than she had previously thought. Clare could smell his aftershave as she moved in closer. They were dancing together but so far hadn't touched almost like they were teasing each other. They locked eyes as they moved to the music and Clare wondered how far this was going to go. She really wanted to kiss him and feel his hands on her body. Maybe it would go even further. She knew that James fantasised about watching her with another man, could tonight be the night? As her mind began to race she suddenly felt something warm on her back. It took her a moment to realise it was his hand. She felt a rush of blood to the head as his hand moved gently but firmly on her dress.
She suddenly felt nervous, a little shocked even. She looked over to where James was sat. His eyes were glued on her and she could tell from the expression on his face he was enjoying the whole thing. She felt relieved and refocused on dancing and flirting with the sexy stranger. She moved her hips in close to him and put one hand on his chest. She felt his hand sliding down her back towards her bum. With her back to the bar she knew James would get a perfect view as the stranger groped her arse. She kept her hand on his chest, almost as if she were holding him back. He might be older but he was toned and muscular she thought to herself. As the hand on her bum pulled her in closer the other hand came up to hold her waist.
Clare loved the feeling of his hand on her bum could feel her pussy getting wetter and wetter as she allowed herself to be pulled in closer to his body. He leaned down and spoke in to her ear but she didn't understand.
When she looked confused he spoke again, "Ah, you are English?" he asked in a smooth French accent.
Clare just nodded back, "I was saying, you are a sexy dancer."
"You too" replied Clare with a smile on her face.
"Can I buy you a drink?" Then without the slightest hesitation or awkwardness he added, "Your husband too?"
As he said this he nodded his head over in the direction of the bar where James was sat.
"I'd love a drink" Clare replied and as they walked back to the bar her admirer kept his arm around her waist.
As he approached the bar he took his arm from her waist and extended it towards James.
He introduced himself and for the first time Clare learned the name of her admirer, "Hi, I am Alain and have just been enjoying a dance with your wife. Can I buy you both a drink?"
James looked a little uneasy as he replied, "Hi, yes sure. Why not."
Clare spoke to break the atmosphere, "I'd love a glass of bubbly."
Without a blink of hesitation Alain replied, "I'll buy a bottle," and he walked across to the barman.
This left Clare and James alone for a moment, "Are you ok with this James?"
"God yes," he replied.
"How far do you want it to go?" he asked his wife as she looked across to Alain at the bar.
"How far do you want it to go?" she replied.
"I asked first," said James with a big smile on his face.
"I don't know, maybe all the way. He is a sexy older French man after all. It's not every day I get chatted up by one of them you know."
"Mmm good, I was hoping you would say that," James replied. With that Alain returned with the bottle and three glasses.
"There is a free table just over there shall we sit?" Alain indicated towards a corner of the bar.