Since first starting this journey, I have enjoyed a passionate release beyond what I thought possible. Natalia has unlocked something, in a way that I had only wished for before the start of this adventure. Our next chapter took me into something I never thought she would do.
I want to explain my wife Natalia to you or Nats as I call her most of the time. She has dark hair peppered with blonde streaks, she loves being fit and her body has taken a shape of firmness - the type you love in a woman's body. Her breasts a full 34 C compliment almost everything she wears and there has been many occassions I have seen men (and women) stealing a glance at her breasts. Her body is tight, developed from a rigorous love for the gym. The most appealing though is that she is completely devote to keeping her pussy neatly shaven - you can run your cheek across the lips of her pussy and never feel anything but slick smoothness.
I had promised my wife a holiday after I had spent several weeks travelling. It had been an incredibly successful trip for me and I had tied up a few global deals that I never thought possible. It made me feel a bit invincible to be honest; power can always feed a desire. Nats hadnt travelled much; I have and continue to see the world so I thought it time to show her some of that excitement. Sitting on the plane with Paris opening up below as we came in to land she had known nothing, I had planned, packed and arranged everything. She constantly badgered me in the car "Devin, tell me where we going to end up - pleeeease babe" - there was howver no letting go of the secret as I told her "she will find out soon". I had even arranged her passport and she only realised where we were going when we boarded the plane. The whole trip we had joked, played with each other, she had snoozed against my shoulder while underneath the blanket my fingertips had weaved soft patterns around her breasts.
It was summer in Paris and the air was warm and she could feel the lust in the air, from when we landed. Our hotel was gorgeous – Parisian style and our room had massive doors which opened out on to a balcony overlooking the Champs Élysées – it was the most romantic sight in the world. Yea I hear the negative pundits now saying easy on the romance, but honestly romance unlocks passion and if you don't feed that deep internal fire, there is little chance of unlocking the animal sex addict.
As our bags got dropped off, I opened her bag and unpacked while she had some chilled champagne and watched the French people below in the streets. Life had been kind to us and I had decided that the kids were safe and we should spare no expense. I watched her noticing the sexiness and energy of the French people in the streets. Nats when she is starting to feel excited traces her hands down her body – personally I think she loves the feel of her tight woman's body. Honestly know no other way to explain other than to say the French are gorgeous, lustful, and desirable. While she had been outside I ran a bath and ordered her inside, as she walked she left a trail of her clothes to the bathroom and sneaked behind the door – just before I could see any part of her naked flesh.
As Nats lay in the bath, surrounded by bubbles, I came in and sat down on the edge of the bath. Offering her a glass of champagne, I took my shirt off in the warmth of the bathroom – steamy from the hot water and we chatted about everything that had happened during the week. Her sitting in the bath and me on the edge of the bath leaning back against the wall, it was impossible for me to see any part of her naked body and I could see her eyes hungrily absorb every inch of my body as we chatted. She knew I could not see through the bubbles and I guess she found it incredibly erotic as I was sitting right there, yet could see nothing. I knew what she was up to though as I saw her hands slip under the water. She could not resist as she slightly opened legs, slipping one leg out on to the side of the bath. Her fingers must have started to lightly massage her pussy and Nats slowly started fucking herself right there – her eyes were fixed on the muscles of my chest, tracing invisible lines down with her tongue. Hungrily underneath the bubbles, she now I guessed had two fingers deep inside her, and another rubbing her clit. I know when she is about to cum and just before she got to that moment, I jumped up and said – right get dressed, time to go explore Paris.
Natalia dressed in a cotton skirt, soft yet sensual. It was too hot for anything else but a loose fitting shirt, with a few buttons undone. Clearly she wore no bra as the bath had made her feel so aroused, she wanted to go walking with me, knowing I could steal glances at her naked breasts. Finally a soft pair of knickers, tight little thong and she was ready. I had had a shower and met her in the living room, with a simple pair of cargo shorts and a white collared top, loose and with a few buttons open– almost enticing her. She approved clearly, her nipples still slightly hard from her first experience in the bath.
As we walked down the streets, everywhere you looked, people seemed to be touching, kissing or fondling each other. We had walked up the stairs of the Eiffel Tower and she went first, knowing that I would be able to look up her skirt, noticing the firmness of her tight ass and the curve of her ripe innocent pussy. It was not only I who had noticed as once she looked back down and noticed a gorgeous French lady looking up her skirt, her nipples were erect through her shirt and she knew she was getting turned on by her. Knowing that she was turning on a complete stranger, made her pussy become immediately damp.
We had a yummy meal and sat in the warm evening, laughing and letting go with the more wine we drank. I was licking drops of wine from her sweet lips, the whole time my hands were on her body. It felt like the whole evening my hands were finding new places on her body – like exploring a stranger. I was always within inches of her tingling pussy, but never touched her.
As we walked home, I had her in my arms and my hands ran down her back and underneath her skirt, to circle her tight bum. More than once it had slipped underneath her knickers and she thought once, that I may actually pull them right off there and then. But I always just stopped. I was teasing her, making her incredibly wet. As we walked into the hotel, we thought to catch a final cocktail in the bar and as we sat on the bar stools, she opened her legs and sat astride my knee. Her pussy rubbed up against my leg and she felt the silkiness of her panties begin to feel moist and cling against her lips, almost as if they were hungrily licking at her knickers. There were two people next to us, a guy and a girl and they could not help notice her slight moans of pleasure. They also noticed as I unbuttoned more of her buttons on her top and slipped my hand over breast. They felt warm and soft and her nipples jumped into my fingers.
It was the girl (Cindy) who interrupted us, who we ended up sitting down with, at a small cosy table in the lounge. She was beautiful, with dripping sexiness and desire. As we laughed through the conversation, sharing memories of us and wild adventures we had enjoyed, Nats felt my hand touch her thigh and rub slowly up her skirt. Then disappear. Then back again and she felt it lift her skirt higher. She was the horniest she had ever been – the lust in the air of Paris, the steam of the bath, the champagne and my presence next to her, with the eyes of a beautiful girl absorbing both of us. She wanted her pussy to be caressed, licked, the sweetness of wetness tasted. As if I knew what she was thinking, she felt my fingers trace over her clit and it shook with anticipation. She moved her hands underneath the table and pretending to shift in her seat, clipped her knickers in her fingers and dropped them underneath the table. Before she even moved properly back, she felt my fingers slide into her and she gasped a little too loudly. We laughed and joked some more, she had to take deep sips of drink as she felt my fingers enticing her cunt to cum. About to explode, I removed my fingers from her and lifted my hands above the table. Cindy was certain to have known what was happening and as she saw the glistening juices on my fingers from wet pussy - in the most erotic thing I have ever seen, Cindy's eyes fixed on us, and she slipped my fingers into her mouth – one by one sucking at the juices that covered my fingers.
