Anniversary trip to Paris turns into our first experience with others [MFM] [Group]

From time to time I’ll lurk on this sub from my main account, and this month’s contest spurred me to creating a throwaway to finally submit something relevant. This happened a couple years ago, so while I tried to be as accurate as possible with the dialog, you’ll have to forgive me for any unintentional creative license exercised in that regard. At the time this occurred, Christine and I were both 38, and married for almost 10 years.

Christine had told me the story before about the first blowjob she had ever given. She had gone to a Club Med in the Caribbean with her parents. While they were off doing some activity, she met a French guy in his mid-to-late 20s and hit it off. They were making out, and he convinced her to suck him off. She didn’t realize at the time that not all dicks were uncut, and enjoyed the experience, especially making him cum (which she swallowed). Throughout her time at college, and then after college, was never with another uncut dude. We’ve joked around about it before, that she only got to experience that once, her first time with a dick in her hand and mouth.

For our 10-year anniversary, we decided to go to Paris. During that trip, we were out to dinner at a great place, and Christine looked absolutely fucking gorgeous. Our waiter was a pretty good-looking guy who barely spoke any English. My wife had a decent amount of French in high school and was able to converse with him. I, on the other hand, took Spanish, so I could only pick up a word here or there. Throughout dinner, it seemed like the waiter was flirting with her, and as she was getting buzzed on some great red wine, it seemed like she was flirting as well. I gave her some shit for it (in a friendly way), and Christine responded in an embarrassed / playful way.

The owner of the restaurant came over after a while, and he and the waiter were talking and then he started to talk to us as well, but mostly to my wife. His English was a little better, but still, most of the conversation was in French. I finally figured out that he was telling us congratulations. He brought over a nice bottle of champagne (like a 150 Euro bottle), popped it for us, and told her it was complimentary He poured us glasses, one for himself, and toasted us. We finished the bottle after a bit, and Christine was starting to get pretty toasted herself.

The owner, Jean, then offered us a digestif, and we took him up on it. We thanked up and told him we were going to go back to our hotel. He told us he has a rooftop garden and would like to treat us to a bottle of Chateau d’Yquem. Now Christine loves that stuff, which is also very expensive, and we decided to join him. Jean’s place was a block away from the restaurant, so the three of us walked over. The two of them were chatting away, and Christine kept stumbling, clearly more than a little intoxicated. Jean moved to her other side, and the two of us were supporting her walking. She wasn’t blacking out, just wasn’t firm on her feet.

We got up to Jean’s rooftop, and it had a spectacular view. He went to get the wine, and I was alternating between making out with her and giving her shit for him flirting with her and her flirting back. Christine said she wasn’t flirting, to which I retorted, “Oh really, so what about the waiter?”

She laughed and said, “Ok, maybe I was flirting with the waiter.” Jean came back up to the garden with the wine. He poured us three glasses and gave another toast. We were looking out at the lights of the city, sipping the sauternes, which tasted delicious. I swear, Christine almost had an orgasm it tasted so good to her. We were having a great time and then with a quick flash of lightning and crash of thunder, it started to rain. What started as a sprinkle quickly turned strong, and we ran to the door on the rooftop. Jean told us we can finish the bottle at his flat.

We headed down, and his place was huge. Floor to ceiling windows and almost the same view as the rooftop. Jean put on some music and Christine and I started to dance while he poured another glass of wine. Christine realized she needed to use the restroom, so we stopped dancing while she went. While she was in there, Jean told me in strongly accented English that my wife is very beautiful. I replied, “I know, that’s why I married her.” Christine got back from the bathroom and realized she didn’t have her purse. She was worried it was upstairs in the rain, so I ran up to see if it was still there. Unfortunately, no such luck. I came back downstairs, somewhat wet, to find Christine and Jean now dancing. She’d taken off her heels, her toes perfectly pedicured, bright red, through black sheer stockings. I realized that she was wearing a lingerie set we bought earlier in the trip. It was a special date night, she wore special underwear, a bustier with garters, stockings, and a G-string.

I told Jean I couldn’t find the purse. He thought maybe it was at the restaurant and called down and talked to our waiter, who said he would look and call back. While Jean was talking to the waiter, I asked Christine about the dancing. She said he grabbed her hand and started dancing with her. “He’s just so charming with his accent!”

I said, “Don’t get carried away, I know what happened the last time you were with a French guy!” I saw the pupils of her eyes dilate. “Wow, that turned you on, didn’t it!” She denied it, playfully, and I responded, “Oh come on, I bet you just got wet thinking about your teenage Club Med experience.”

Christine just laughed and responded, “Oh my god!” before a pause when she said, “When we were dancing, I could feel him up against me.”

I said to her, “Do you still think about your uncut cock experience?” She nodded. I went on, “You realize most French dudes aren’t circumcised, right?” Another nod. “If you ever wanted to experience that again, this is probably your best chance.” Christine looked nervous and excited. I could tell she was thinking about it, but tentatively. I took the leap and said, “Seriously, I won’t hold it against you if you did.”

Jean came back over, gesturing to me to continue dancing with her, and said the waiter was looking for her purse. I told him, “No, you’ve been so kind, please, be my guest.”

Jean and Christine began to dance again. His back was to me, while I said on his couch, and she and I made eye contact. I raised my eyebrows in a ‘go ahead’ manner. The message was received, and I saw her pull back a touch, look up at him, and for the first time, I watched my wife kiss another man. They started to kiss more, and I saw him running his hands on her ass, back and to her breasts. She took began to move her hands, sliding one hand down, and feeling his package.

Jean started to lead her to the couch as well while they continued making out. While doing so, he got a call on his mobile. It’s the waiter, who found the purse. While he was talking, my wife unzipped her dress, and slid it off. She handed it to me, now dressed in just the lingerie. I got up and set the laid the dress on the back of a chair, where I sat down to watch the two of them. As he set the mobile aside, she unzipped his slacks, and pulled his cock out. As expected, he was uncircumcised. I saw her size it up with her eyes, like she was a predator trying to figure out how best to attack her prey. She then slid it into her mouth and began to blow him.

I was fucking blown away. First time watching my wife do anything, and she has this guy’s cock halfway in her mouth. His cock was pretty average, probably 6 1/2 or 7 inches, good girth, not too much, but good enough. Christine was getting a good rhythm and I was enjoying watching. Her ass looked absolutely phenomenal from behind.

There was a knock on the door behind me. I got up to get it, and it was the waiter, with the purse. He handed it to me, I thanked him, then realized he’s not paying attention to me at all. His eyes were focused on my wife’s ass, pointing towards the door while she blew his boss. I turned and watched too before realizing he was now standing next to me. He said something to Jean, but at this point with the alcohol, the situation, any potential fluency I had gained in French was gone. Jean said something to one of us, both of us, I actually don’t know. But the waiter headed over to the couch as well, and I saw him sit down next to Jean.

The waiter unzipped his slacks and pulled his dick out. I couldn’t see Christine’s face, as I was still behind her, but I know what my face must have looked like as I was stunned. The waiter was hung. Probably two inches longer than Jean, and a girthy fucker as well. Jean tapped her on the shoulder, she looked up at him and he pointed to the waiter. She looked over, and I saw her reach over an grasp it in her hand before moving over to him. She then began to blow the waiter, who was also uncut, while Jean was stroking his dick, covered in my wife’s saliva.

Jean then got up and went behind Christine. I watched him pull her panties off (she’s a pro at this and wears them appropriately over the garters). The G-string came right down, and he got her to lift her knees enough to slide it off. He laid down on the hardwood floor and started to eat her pussy from below. Meanwhile, his dick was pointing straight up, still glistening from the saliva, and what was now precum dripping from the tip.

Christine was starting to make muffled groans of pleasure, with her mouth still stretched around the waiter’s cock. Everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves, albeit me just vicariously. She got up, looked back and me and said, “I hope you are still okay with this.” I nodded in reply. She then straddled the waiter, and I watched as she positioned his thick cock against her pussy and slide down, slowly, until he appeared to be as deep as he could get with some of his shaft still exposed. As she moved up and down his shaft, she was now openly moaning, with the waiter joining in the vocal expression of pleasure.

Jean and I were both watching, enjoying the show. I had by this point pulled my cock out, and was stroking it, steps away from Jean doing the same. He looked over at me, and gestured towards my wife, as if to say, ‘please go ahead, join.’ I shook my head and made the same gesture back to him. I was thinking, ‘he’ll stand next to her and have her suck him off.’ Instead, he came up behind her. I started to say, “You’ll need some lube to do that.”

He quickly said something in French to the waiter, who then held my wife still for a second and stopped pumping. Jean then spat in his hand, and I watched him position himself and then start to slide in.

My brain has one thought… ‘Holy fuck, I’m watching my wife get DPd by two French dudes we met tonight.’

I heard her gasp and then moan, and the three of them started to move together again. I positioned myself a little better to watch this and moved to sit on the floor. I got a quick glimpse of the waiter’s cock, realizing the owner’s cock was pressed right against it, not slightly above it as I expected. My heart skipped a beat or two, and I said to my wife, “Baby are you ok?”

She replied, “I am so, so good.”

“Do you know what they’re doing right now?”

“What do you mean?”

“Do you know how they’re fucking you?”

“I don’t know, but it feels so good. I feel so full.”

I let it go, I didn’t want her to freak out that she’s had two cocks in her pussy at the same time. They continued to pump when I heard Jean start to moan, and then watched him push in as deep as he could get and cum. This set my wife off and she started moaning and cumming, which cascaded to setting off the waiter, and he started to cum as well. They all stayed like that for a minute, after which Jean, and then my wife, pull back.

He told me that my wife and I can use his bedroom if we wanted to rest, make love, whatever. He and his friend were going to have a drink and listen to music. I led her to the bedroom and asked her how she was feeling. Christine told me it felt amazing and then says, “Thank you.”

She got on the bed, crawling up on all fours. I saw her pussy from behind. It was soaked. Her cum, their cum. Swollen, red, gaping. Not slightly gaping, quite a bit. I told her, “Stop, stay there.” I dropped my pants, moved up behind her, and slid my cock in. It was a completely different feeling than anything I’ve ever felt. Silky, really wet. Not tight like normal, but that’s to be expected. I pumped into her for four, five minutes tops before I came as well. As I did so, I was leaning over her, now kissing her. After I came, she laid down on the bed, and fell asleep.

I put my pants back on and walked out to wear Jean and the waiter were, off Jean’s kitchen. They were listening to music, drinking Armagnac. Jean poured me a small glass as well, tasty stuff. Jean, the waiter, who I learned was named Auguste, and I made small talk to the extent we could for probably 45 minutes before Christine came into the room, looking for her clothes. She bent over, picking up the G-string that had been thrown aside, when Auguste whistled and said something to her in French. She turned and smiled and wiggled her ass back at him. In response, he grabbed his package through his pants and said something that I could recognize as “Again?”

He pulled his cock out, fully hard again, and slid his pants down, now sitting bare-assed on a chair. Christine looked at me, and I just nod. She came over and straddled him again. I could see better what was going on that time, her pussy lips stretched around his cock. The wetness from our collective earlier efforts was squelching as they pumped together. The owner pulled his cock out again and was getting hard. He came up to her and put it in her mouth. She sucked him for a bit, and he quickly got hard. Jean went to move behind her again and Christine said, “I don’t think I can do that again.”

Jean said something to her, which I could only recognize what sounded like, “bazee votray coo?” Christine nodded, and I watched him pour some olive oil into his hand and then rub his cock, position himself behind her again, and start to work himself in. I was surprised she let him, until I realized he was now doing what I thought he was doing before. After a few minutes, he was fully within her ass and pumping in and out of her. I began jacking my cock again, watching them.

Jean moaned as he came again, this time pumping himself in her ass. He finished and pulled out, after which Auguste then said something to my wife that I couldn’t understand. She replied in French, “I don’t know” and then said something else I couldn’t understand. She got up and turned around, before sitting down with his cock pressed against her ass. They slowly worked Auguste’s cock into her ass. I could see from her eyes being closed and her breath changing that she was struggling to work it in but focusing to make sure it would.

They finally worked it in, and Christine was now riding him, facing me and Jean. I was watching her ride this massive dick in her ass, her pussy splayed open again, absolutely dripping. I realized this was probably my only chance to experience a DP with her. I moved towards her, kissed her, and slid my dick into her pussy. The feeling of his thick cock pressing through the thin wall separating her pussy and ass was insane. It was pushing my cock against the opposite wall of her pussy, and I was hard as diamond, so my cock was rubbing her g-spot on every stroke. Christine started to cum, her pussy squeezing me, causing me to start to cum too. As much as I didn’t want it to end, my orgasm finally subsided and I pulled out.

Christine continued riding the waiter, now with no hesitation. He had his hands on her waist, and she was really getting into it. She seemed to be going lower and lower with each stroke, until he finally bottomed out, his balls resting against her pussy, which was a complete mess by this point. They were moving less with Auguste just sort of sliding her back and forth (or up and down, really), an inch or so at a time. Then, he spoke to her and she started to ride more, with longer strokes, and I could see the full length of his cock sliding out of and then back into her ass, until he bottomed out again and let out a groan. He pulled out and holding her pulled her back against him and kissed her from the side.

Her knees were back somewhat still, legs spread, and I could see her ass had had the same treatment her pussy had earlier, pinkish red, slightly gaping, and with cum leaking. Christine got up and went to the bathroom, before coming comes back out to grab her G-string. She got dressed, we thanked them both for a fantastic night, went downstairs and caught a taxi to our hotel. She fell asleep almost the instant we got to the room, not even taking the time to remove her makeup. We fucked at least twice a day the rest of that trip, and in the months after relived the amazing experience together frequently.

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