The Paris sun streamed through a crack in the curtains of Nick and Karen's riverboat bedroom.
Karen awoke feeling tired from a fitful night's sleep. Her mind kept wandering back to the memory of Jean's face buried in her quim, and her wanting him inside her.
She felt the sudden disappointment of Nick's interruption just at the time when she could have been seduced by the handsome steward that they would be served by all week.
She kept recalling her feelings as she fantasised that it was Jean who was sliding his cock in and out, in and out, in and out of her soaking cunt.
Karen could feel the heat rising within her once again, and let her hand slowly slide down over her pubic hair to her sticky labia.
She looped around and over the hood of her clit sending tingling sensations deep inside her, occasionally tickling the wet lips of her labia to distract her from cumming, and returning to circles around her clit again.
Nick stirred, the chink of light spilling through the gap in the curtains bringing him slowly back to awakeness. He looked at the watch on his wrist and strained to focus on its hands and face. It was 7am.
He had slept very well, not surprisingly as the journey and events of the previous day would have tired anyone half his 62 years of age.
He could hear Karen breathing deeply but erratically, feel a slight movement of her body. Was she masturbating? "I bet she's reliving that episode with Jean," Nick thought.
He draped his arm across Karen's waist and she stopped her self pleasuring and continued to breathe deeply.
Nick decided to leave Karen to her self for a while, and got up to shower.
Karen felt Nick's arm drape across her in his stirring, which completely broke the spell of her fantasy encounter with Jean. A few moments later, Nick got up quietly without speaking and left to get a shower.
Karen began to fret about whether Nick had realised she was fingering herself. Was he angry with her? Had he seen more than she thought he had when she and Jean were making out on the sofa as he walked in?
Karen flushed in a mild panic. She decided to get up and order breakfast, perhaps that would put Nick in a better frame of mind.
She got out of bed, slipped into her bath robe and made her way to the lounge area of the suite.
She could hear the shower running, and the sound of splashing water as Nick washed himself down.
Karen picked up the phone and pressed the button marked 'Roomservice'. The phone rang out twice and was picked up and answered by a young sounding female voice. "Bonjour Mme Fox, what can I get for you this morning."
"Could I get some pastries and croissants please?"
"Certainly, madame, would you like a selection of preserves and some fruit juice to go with that?"
"That sounds nice, yes please. Orange Juice and Apple Juice please."
"No problem, madame. It will be with you in a short while."
Karen suddenly realised that Jean would be bringing the breakfast to them and flushed in excitement at the thought. She sat on the sofa, and waited for Jean to arrive.
A few minutes later there was a tap, tap, tap on the door, followed by a click and the door opened. "Room service," announced Jean, carrying a tray of pastries, preserves and two carafes of fruit juice with two glass tumblers.
"Good morning, Mme Fox. Did you sleep well?"
"Very well, thanks Jean. Mr Fox is just in the bathroom," she added quickly.
Nick had heard the door knock and Jean entering. He turned off the shower, quickly rubbed his hair dry, combing his fingers through to tidy it a little, and quickly pulled on his bath robe.
He slid the door of the bathroom open and walked the short corridor into the lounge.
"Ah, good morning M. Fox, are you well?" said Jean, a little nervously.
"Super, thanks Jean."
"Excellent! Well, enjoy your breakfast, both of you. Let me know if I can get you anything else."
"Actually, Jean, there is something I'd like you to do. I would like you to show me what happened last night," Nick said, calmly.
Karen's colour drained from her face, Jean went bright red.
"Nick, what are you talking about?" Karen said nervously.
"Show me how you hit your head, Karen. Come on!"
"Jean, show me now what happened!" Nick demanded.
Jean and Karen looked at each other in shock.
"Well, I came to see if you had settled in okay and Madame was in the bathroom, sir."
"Yes, okay, both of you go to the bathroom then," instructed Nick.
"Please, don't do this Nick, please!" sobbed Karen.
"Well, tell me the truth then! What happened! You have a chance to tell me the truth." Nick looked very angry.
"Sir, it was my fault," said Jean, "We bumped heads in the bathroom when we bent down to pick up some clothes, and I brought her to the sofa so she could sit down, and I put ice on it."
"Then what!" snapped Nick.
"Then I kissed him, Nick. I KISSED HIM!" Karen hissed.
"Show me, GO ON!" Nick barked.
Jean felt sorry for Karen and sat down next to her on the sofa, the same as the previous afternoon.
"I held ice to her head, like this, sir. Some water dripped onto her.... here, and I wiped it away, like this."
Jean stroked Karen's breast the same as he had before. Karen breathed in sharply, tears were welling in her eyes.
Jean and Karen looked at each other and Karen reached up to kiss as they had the precious night.
Nick was getting hard, watching them re-enacting the event.
"Then what?" Nick prompted after a few moments of them kissing.
Jean slid his hand inside Karen's bathrobe and undid her pyjama top to bare her ample tits. Karen's nipples were stiffening and she could feel herself getting very wet at the touch of the handsome young Frenchman.
Jean played with Karen's nipples, as she looked down at his hands, her breathing quickened.
Jean bent his head to her neck and licked a trace from there to her nipples, flicking his tongue as it moved down toward its target.
As Karen squirmed with pleasure, Nick looked on in an almost hypnotic state, his cock throbbing inside his bath robe causing it to bulge.
Karen sank back, her arms supporting her, her back arching slightly as Jean's tongue continued it's southward journey toward her very wet sex. She helped Jean slide off her pyjama bottoms by lifting her buttocks as Jean moved to kneel on the floor between her now parted legs.
Jean's tongue teasingly flicked around the hood of Karen's clit making her moan deeply as she spread her fingers through his hair and pulled his face in closer.
Nick was stood transfixed at the sight of his wife being tongued close to climax by the handsome young adonis. His cock was so hard and proud that it was barely covered by his robe.
