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French Kissing

French Kissing

by shytot
17 min read
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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.

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Clare was delighted, she had spotted the same table when she had been talking to James. It would offer them a little privacy to get to know each other a little better she thought.

"Sure," she said and started to make her way over. She sat on one side and Alain sat in next to her, James sat opposite his wife.

The chat was easy and covered the basics. Alain was 57 and lives an hour south of Paris. He is divorced with no children. He'd lived in London for three years which was where he got so good at English. He works in publishing and was supposed to be coming away with an old friend to do some cycling but his friend dropped out at the last minute. He had one of the large cabins a the top of the site. He said his week had been pretty dull and the highlight by far was dancing with Clare. She blushed as this but nowhere near as much as when she felt him put his hand on her leg under the table. His warm smooth hand dropped slowly from her knee to her inside leg then rested. The talk was all still innocent as James excused himself and went to the toilets.

He hadn't been gone for very long, so was more than a little surprised to see Alain and Clare kissing as he made his was back to the table.

"I hope you don't mind, Clare said you wouldn't," Alain said confidently as James rejoined the group.

"No, I don't mind at all," said James with a slight stammer in his voice.

Clare was looking at James, searching his face for a sign as Alain leaned across and started to kiss her again. She maintained eye contact with James as Alain kissed her more deeply and more passionately than before. Although James looked nervous she could tell he was turned on too. What James didn't know was that under the table Alain's hand was now right up Clare 's little dress and his fingers were gently rubbing the wetness of her lace panties.

Alain broke off the kiss and asked, "So have you two done anything like this before?"

"No," James replied.

"Are you sure you're both OK with it?" enquired the Frenchman.

Clare looked at James before saying, 'Yes," with a big smile on her face.

Alain looked across at James too, James nodded back not really knowing what to say.

"Good, well if either of you feel uncomfortable just say, ok?"

"Ok," replied James and Clare in unison.

Alain once again leaned in to kiss Clare but his hands were more obviously exploring her body. Her waist, her side, the side of her breast. His hand lingered there before sliding up to stroke her neck and then his hand was in her hair. Unknown to James his other hand was once again sliding up her dress to her wet panties. Clare opened her legs a little more so that his finger could gently stroke her pussy lips.

James was glancing round to the bar to see if anyone had noticed. While they may not know anyone as such he was sure people would have seen Clare together with him these last few days and would be wondering what was going on with Alain. Sure enough a couple of people were blatantly talking about Clare and her older admirer.

Clare broke the kiss off this time and said, "Why don't you take us back and show us your cabin?"

Alain smiled at the suggestion and said, "Great, I'll get us another bottle of bubbles." Alain left them and went back to the bar to order another bottle of bubbles.

Clare took the chance to check on James, "Are you still ok with this? It's not too late to stop."

James replied, "Are you kidding? I am loving this. Has he had his hand up your dress yet?" Clare caught a glimpse of the bulge in James' shorts and knew he was enjoying the evening.

"Yes he has, but his fingers haven't strayed into my panties yet," she retorted with a coy smile.

Alain returned with the bottle, put his arm around Clare and guided her out of the bar. James followed on behind watching as Alain's had strayed down to his wife's bum. As they walked up through the site Alain was whispering into Clare 's ear and she was giggling back. Every now and then he would hitch her dress up and give her bum a playful slap to which Clare would give his hand a hit in return.

About half way up the site Alain paused and passed the bottle to James then he pushed Clare up against a tree and gave her a long slow kiss. Her arms wrapped around his strong body as he pressed himself against her. A couple walked past on their way down towards the bar they murmured as they passed the unusual trio but Alain and Clare continued kissing entirely oblivious of the outside world. James saw Clare's hand slide down to rub Alain's cock in his jeans as he groped at her. A good few minutes passed as the couple snogged in the shadow of the late evening warmth and James had to resist the urge to start rubbing how own cock as it pressed hard against the front of his shorts.

Alain said something to Clare, but James couldn't quite make it out.

All he really heard was Clare 's reply, "Well I really think we better get back to your place then."

With that they started making their way back along the path that led up to the more upmarket cabins at the top of the site.

James walked just behind again and it wasn't long before they were on the porch of Alain's cabin. He unlocked the door and they made their way in and sat down. Clare sat on the sofa and James sat in an armchair as Alain found some glasses for the wine. When he returned he handed a glass to James but all of his attention was on Clare. He sat next to her and they began kissing again in between sipping the wine. Alain was touching her leg and again his hand slid up Clare's thighs. James watched as this older man edged his hand further and further up his wife's dress.

To say James was excited would be an understatement. His cock was so hard and he couldn't stop himself from rubbing it any longer. James traced a line, rubbing up and down his hard tool through his shorts as he watched Alain touching Clare and her reciprocating. Clare looked over at James and when she saw him touching himself, she copied the same action on Alain.

"Mmmm you feel nice and big," she cooed as her finger traced an outline around the edge of his hard cock.

Alain whispered something into Clare 's ear. Once again, all James could hear was her reaction. She giggled and said, "Ok, good idea."

Then Alain slipped his hand back out from under Clare's dress and she reached up and slipped her panties down.

She tossed them across to her husband and said, "Alain thought you might like to sniff these and see how wet he has got me."

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James took the wet panties in his hand and lifted them to his face to smell them. As he did so he saw Alain's hand go back up under Clare 's dress.

He must have had a good technique because a few moments later Clare was on the edge of an orgasm. James rubbed his cock with one hand while the other held tight to his wife's wet panties as he watched Clare shake and shudder her way to a big orgasm. She was moaning and groaning as Alain's fingers expertly toyed with her.

She soon came hard and moaned loudly, "Fuckkkkk yessss Alain mmmm don't stoppppp."

He kept touching her as another wave hit her then he withdraw his hand and licked his fingers clean.

As Clare was reclining on the sofa recovering she reached across and unzipped Alain's jeans. His cock sprung out and she grasped him in her hand. Alain's cock was big and wide. He was definitely larger than James and with Clare 's hand wrapped around it they could both see the difference.

Still giddy from her orgasm Clare knelt up and leaned over Alain's cock. She slid her hand up and down his shaft a few times, making sure James could see just how big he was. Then she opened her lips and guided his cock into her mouth. His precum tasted good as she ran her tongue down his big shaft. His cock seemed to go on forever as she sank her head down lower and lower. James unzipped his jeans and pulled his cock out as he watched Clare's head begin to bob up and down.

"Mmm your wife is a great cocksucker," Alain moaned as he looked across at James wanking himself off.

Clare pulled Alain's cock from her mouth and began to lick her way down to his balls. She started to wank him with her hand as she sucked his balls into her mouth.

"I hope your balls are full of cum for me," she muttered as she kept working his cock with her hand.

"Oh you have no idea!" replied Alain as he lay there enjoying Clare's mouth.

"But," he continued, "I don't want to cum in your mouth. Not yet at least. I want to cum in that sweet pussy I have been touching all evening."

And with that his powerful arms lifted Clare up and put her down so she was sat straddling his lap. Alain took hold of her dress and lifted it up and off so Clare was sat there in just her bra. She dutifully unhooked this so she was sat naked facing him. Clare then started to unbutton his shirt as Alain's hands cupped her tits.

"You are truly stunning," he said as Clare removed his shirt exposing his muscular chest.

Clare was sat higher up on Alain's lap so his cock was rubbing up her bum crack.

"Are you ready?" he asked.

"Oh yesssss," she replied as he once again lifted her and then gently guided her down so his cock was pressing against her wet pussy.

Clare and Alain fixed eye contact as she slowly lowered herself down onto his cock. James had the perfect view as Alain eased slowly into his wife.

"Ahhhhhhh," moaned Clare as Alain's thick cock filled her tight pussy.

She held his gaze as she eased down lower and lower once again surprised by his size. James was wanking his cock hard and sniffing on Clare 's panties as he watched more and more of Alain's monster cock slip into Clare 's pussy.

As Clare began to move with a rhythm and adjust to the bigger size she looked round at her husband and said, "His cock is amazing he feels so good inside me."

This seemed to encourage James more and started wanking even harder. He moved a little closer to get an even better view as Clare began to ride Alain harder and harder.

Alain leaned forward and kissed and licked at Clare 's nipples as she rode him. Then he looked up and she leaned down to kiss him as she eased even lower onto his great cock.

"Ahhhhhh fuckkk meeeeee, yessssss," she moaned as Alain gently started to play with her bum.

The feeling of his thrusting up in time to her rhythm combined with the sensation of his finger teasing her bum really turned Clare on and she was soon close to her second orgasm. The pace of Alain's thrusts suggested he was ready to cum soon too.

"Mmmmm yes, fill me, cum deep inside me," moaned Clare as Alain pushed his cock hard into her.

She felt his cock pulse as he shot a stream of hot sticky cum into her pussy.

"Mmmmmmm yessss," he groaned as a second stream shot into her.

Clare looked round at James just as he came, shooting his cum into her panties. The feeling of Alain's cum inside her combined with the sight of James's cum running down his cock and into her panties clutched around his shaft tipped her over the edge and her whole body shuddered and rocked as another orgasm ripped through her body.

Clare was just lifting off of Alain when he shot a third stream of cum all over her neatly trimmed pussy hair.

"Mmmmmm, wow you have big loads to go with your big cock," said Clare as she looked down at her cum drenched pussy.

She collapsed on the sofa next to Alain and with her legs open so James could see her cummy pussy.

No one said anything for a few minutes until James broke the silence, "I don't mean to be the one who kills the party, but I think we better be getting back soon."

There was a pause before Clare replied, "You go back and relieve the baby sitter. I might stay a little longer. Don't worry I'll be back by breakfast time, or maybe lunch" and with that she and Alain made their way through to the bedroom, leaving James to let himself out...

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