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Indian Couple in Paris – A True Story


The Eiffel tower stood majestically behind us as another tourist took our pictures. My wife Anu and I were on a vacation to Paris and we were thoroughly enjoying it.
During daytime we did the usual sightseeing, but I was eagerly looking forward to the evening.

As the evening wore on, we started walking hand in hand towards Torcado underground station. From the other side of the river, the Eiffel tower looked awesome in the night., We took some more pictures, We bought tickets for another underground station called rue du Cherche-Midi.

I had a plan and Anu had agreed for it. As the train reached our station, my heart started beating faster. Out on the road, we started looking out for L’overside. It’s a French ‘libertine” club, basically meaning a swingers club. We went up and down the street mentioned in the address a few times, but were unable to find it. Anu, who was already very nervous, urged me to call it off.

“Maybe it doesn’t exist, or we are in a wrong place. Lets go back to our hotel” Anu said.

But I persisted. I told her it must be somewhere close by. Finally we saw a gate to a private apartment which seemed to be the address. She hesitated but I walked in. She followed

After walking a few paces, we saw a staircase going down to the basement. There was not a soul around. Even I was shaky. We could be trespassing in a private house.

We were walking slowly with unsure steps. With Anu was clinging on to me. But soon we heard footsteps behind us and heard a lot of laughing and giggling. It was a very fashionable French couple who overtook us and pressed the bell next to a small inconspicuous door ahead of us, which one could easily miss. In a few seconds the door was opened by muscular tough-looking usher, and the couple walked right in. On reaching the door, I could see the name “L’overside” written tinily next to the door. We were in the right spot. Both Anu and me were very nervous now. Even I was in two minds, but my arousal got the better of me.

She asked me whether I was sure about this, and I answered in the affirmative as I pressed the bell. The door was opened by the same scary usher.

He looked at us. We were dressed formally as required by the club rules. He nodded approvingly and we walked in. It was dark but we could make out there were lots of people inside by voices we could hear.

To say I was nervous would be an understatement. My heart was racing, and Anu had lost her voice. She was holding onto me tightly as we walked upto a dark corner

“Adi, I think we should go back”. My wife urged again

“Please relax now. We are inside the club, atleast let us see what happens here” I told her “Even if you don’t want us to get involved, let us atleast watch for sometime and then we can leave”

I caressed her hands trying to put her at ease. But she just nudged her face against my shoulder and arm as we sat in the corner of a sofa. My wife was really very nervous. She is 35 years old, but was behaving like a scared baby.

In the club, nothing much was happening, except that people were drinking and talking to each other. Once in a while a guy would look at my wife or a woman would check me out from afar!
But no one took serious interest. I thought maybe this club is basically for the French, and not outsiders. Atleast we could watch and then leave.

There was a fees of 50 Euros, but which one had to pay only while leaving. And the first drink and the buffet dinner was on the house. So, as we both were sitting nervously in the corner, I thought it was best to have something to eat , atleast to look a little busy.

Anu didn’t want any alcoholic drink and told me to bring her any fruit juice. She was too nervous to even walk around so I brought her a selection of food along with my plate. However, the female bartender looked a bit surprised when I asked her for fruit juice and said she only has hard drinks and colas. I got myself a glass of red wine.

Anu was still sitting with her face nuzzled in my shoulders and looking at the proceedings with the corner of her eyes.

The atmosphere was dark and to an extent a bit claustrophobic, being a closed area in a basement. Even the walls were painted in very dark colours. And there were large mirrors around. The crowd was mostly elderly couples but one or two single guys were also sitting around. Initially most people were sitting alone in different corners, except for a 2-3 elderly couples who perhaps knew each other previously itself. Among them two women who were definitely 50+ in age who were talking and laughing a lot. Definitely they were sloshed.

The crowd was very thin and except conversations between the eldery couple nothing much was happening. Anu urged me a couple of times that we leave. But I insisted that we stay for a while, as we don’t get too many opportunities to be in a place like this. Its not really our neighbourhood in Mumbai that we can make it here soon again. And as we are already inside, lets wait and watch for a while, especially as this place seemed safe — in the sense that the guys didn’t look as if they would force themselves on the women. Everything seemed to be with consent here. Infact it seemed much safer than lots of normal places in India. Delhi in the evening could be more unsafe than this swingers club. Anu agreed, but her nervousness and uneasiness didn’t seem to decrease at all.

I was through with my first drink and went for a second round. I brought back two glasses with me. Anu does drink wine once in a while . It very rare but she does. And never more than half a glass, but I wanted her to have now, just to loosen up. As expected she refused.

For the next half an hour or more we just kept talking to each other. The room also started getting cooler over time, as I guess they must have increased the cooling of the airconditioner. This made Anu stick even closer to me.

“ Cmon atleast take a couple of sips” I urged my wife, “it might make you feel a bit warmer”

She still didn’t.

As we were talking we saw another 2-3 couples walk in , as also a few single guys. Being Saturday, the club was also open to singles today. Normally during other days it isn’t. But its costs 90 euros for a single man and one has to be in absolute formals. Suits are preferred for men by the management of the club, and women have to be elegantly dressed.

We had spent more than an hour in the club and nothing seemed to be happening. It was becoming a bit tedious for us to kill time. I looked around to find two single guys sitting opposite us. One was a thin, young guy. He seemed equally bored and was unmoving for a long time. He too seemed unsure and once in while would glance around. Just giving us fleeting looks once in a while. And the other guy was older and seemed more experienced and sure of himself.

As Anu and I were talking, the latter got up and went to the place where the elderly couples were sitting and started dancing by himself. Everyone in the room started looking at him.

After a minute or two he walked upto an elderly woman, bent down and said something to her. I guess he must have asked her for a dance as she did exactly that. They both were dancing slowly, sort of a waltz, as everyone’s eyes were riveted on them. One of the guys, who I assume was the woman’s husband looked on enthusiastically and kept cheering his wife. The wife was in ‘high spirits” and kept laughing a lot.

Slowly, she started pulling herself down along the man’s chest as she kept swaying in the rhythmic movements of her dance. She kept going down till her face was right in front of the man’s crotch. The man who was much younger than the woman, was looking at her and kept dancing.

The woman then unzipped her dancing partner’s trousers and brought out his cock. As his cock popped out, she started giving him a blow job with her elderly friend’s and husband egging and cheering her on.

Anu and I were looking this wide-eyed.

As I was turning around to speak to Anu, my eyes fell on the young guy sitting opposite us. His face was lowered but was looking at my wife. Seeing the movement of my head, he looked at me. Our eyes met and I smiled. He did too.

Then ignoring him I again started to talk to Anu.

She was almost shivering by now. I brought up the glass of wine to her.

“Please, just take a sip” I urged “otherwise like this you will catch a cold”

This time she took a sip, but not any more and kept holding the glass in her hand.

“What do you think about the guy opposite us” I whispered to Anu

She smiled.

“He looks like a kid” She replied with a smile “but these are the kinds who are psychopaths”

“Oh, cmon, you are watching too many movies” I said

“I was just joking” She replied “But still, don’t have plans of me trying anything here with anyone. We will just watch for a while and leave”

“ok baba, as you like” I said helplessly

Part – 3
Meanwhile, the elderly woman had forgotten about her dancing and was completely engrossed in giving her dancing partner a blow job. She was sucking hard and taking in a lot of his meat into her mouth. She seemed to be an expert.

By now I realized, the the large hall had got quite crowded with more people pouring in.
And lots of them were watching the woman perform fellatio on the man.
I also noticed that a few men and women were pairing up and going up a staircase which was at the other corner of the room. I knew these clubs had private rooms too. So I guess they were going there. Those room were meant for shy visitors or people who wanted privacy.

The sight of the 50+ years plus woman giving a blow job to this man was quite a turn on. I was getting a hard on. I turned around to see my wife watching the pair intently. I bent to kiss her but she resisted.

“No, please. I am not comfortable doing this out here” she responded.

“c’mon no one is bothered about us here” I reasoned out to Anu.

She didn’t say anything and I bent towards her and kissed her.

She didn’t respond much to my kiss initially but soon opened her mouth. We kissed for a 30 seconds or so. She seemed flushed by that itself. We have never kissed like this, with so many people present. Though it was true people were not bothered about us and rather more interested in watching the lustful couple on the dance floor.Still, we were not used to it. We were not the kind to do wet kissing in front of people. My heart was racing too.

I again saw the young guy watching us. Anu saw him too this time.

“God , he is looking at us” Anu told me in very low voice “what if he comes here”

“That will be hot” I replied with a teasing smile

“No way” My wife insisted

I just turned around and started watching the couple on the dance floor, lost in their world. The guy had a raging hard on, caused by the constant sucking by the woman kneeling in front of him. By now many other men and women were pairing up. And like us, a few were kissing each other. Even in a corner I saw two women were kissing each other. Both must be above 50 years of age, surely above 45.

My wife seemed to be the youngest woman in the room, till I saw some younger couples walk in too. It was around midnight by then.

As other sofas and chairs started filling up, people started sitting opposite us on the emptyish sofa besides the younger guy.

I guess he was looking for a reason, or rather an excuse to move closer us and the arrival of more people on his sofa gave him that. He shifted himself to a sofa which was at 90 degrees to ours and in between his and our sofa.

This made Anu more tense, despite her having taken a few more sips of the wine.

“Adi, what if he tries something” My wife said in a panicking tone “I am not going to allow him anything , I am telling you now itself”

“I don’t think so he will” I pacified my wife “He looks too timid for that”

Anu wasn’t even lifting her head.

“Just relax please” I assured my wife “No one is going to eat you up here”

“I think we stayed here long enough. Lets go now please” She insisted again

“okay just another 15 minutes please” I bought some time.

She agreed.

I started looking at the rest of the people in the room. By now people had got up from their chairs and sofas and were interacting and socializing with each other. More couples were making their way up to the private rooms while some were returning. I saw a much older man walk up towards us. He crossed me and went and sat right next to my wife !

Part – 4
My heart skipped a few beats. I don’t how many my wife’s heart skipped !

“I hope you don’t mind if I sit here?” he asked my wife

“hm er Its ok” she replied in the affirmative though hesitatingly

I could feel Anu’s hands grip my hands tighter, though it couldn’t be seen to anyone else.

“Whats your name my dear girl” he plainly asked Anu

I guess my wife had to reply as this man was being so straightforward and normal.

“Anu” she replied

“Aanoo”!! “he exclaimed with a smile “I never heard that name before.Where are you from” ?

“India” my wife gave the shortest possible answer

“You aa here to see France” ?

“Yes, with my husband” Anu replied as she pointed towards me

“aalo”(hello) he said and shook my hands

The man was also 50+ for sure and had greyed a lot, but still seemed charming.

Suddenly my wife gripped my hands even more tightly. Infact very tightly. I could see this man had placed his hands on her legs as he kept talking to us.

“ I am Pierre” he informed us

“Bon Soir Pierre” I replied in the little bit of French I had picked up “ I am Aditya”

“Bon Soir” he responded with a smile “You have pretty wife”

“Merci” I again replied in broken French

By now his hands were moving a bit on my wife’s legs

Anu was very stiff and tense.

I guess he could feel it too and he removed his hands, at which my wife seem to relax a bit.

“That’s nice dress” he continued the conversation as he asked Anu about her sari “Indian dress?”

“Yes, its called Sari” my wife replied shyly

“I know . I hear about it. My wife like it” he said

“you wife is here?” Anu asked not knowing what else to say

“Oui, there” he said as he pointed to an elderly woman at the other end of the room talking to a much younger guy.

“Her nom Madeline. She is German” He informed about his wife

“oh ok” Anu managed to stutter a reply

There was an awkward silence for a moment.

“I not boring you, Aanu” ? he enquired.

“huh no. not at all” she replied to him with a forced smile. I don’t know if she meant it or not, but she had to be polite as this man had himself been nice and polite so far.

Her answer nevertheless brought a smile to his face.

He kept asking Anu about herself as he also informed us about him and his family. He was 55 years old and was an art curator by profession, and his 52 year old wife was in a similar field. She was managing an exhibition hall. And they have a 26 year old daughter. We spoke for about 10 minutes before he made his move again. As he was talking he again kept his hands on Anu’s legs. Though she again gripped my hands tight, she didn’t seem that tense this time. Maybe she had got a bit used to this man and was feeling more comfortable or maybe it was the effect of the glass of wine she had, or perhaps both.

This man must be used to reading women as he too seemed to realize that Anu was a bit more at ease now.

“Aanoo, would you like a dance with me” he asked

“ohh no no , I am bad at it” my wife replied instantly but shyly at the same time

“Try it” he insisted

“ Please no” my wife replied

“ok” Pierre gave up

“But let me tell you, you very beautiful” He told my wife

“hmm, flattering my wife” I thought with a smile. “but it wont work. Flattery doesn’t work with my wife” These thoughts were going through my mind

“Thank you” my wife replied shyly. She was being polite.

By now Pierre’s hands were again gently moving in a circular motion on my wife’s legs.

Hearing her reply, he held Anu’s hands and kissed it.

She blushed and looked at me.

“Excuse moi Annu. I get drink for me. What you like” ? he asked her

“oh thank you, but I don’t drink” she informed Pierre

“Non, non “ he laughed and walked towards the bar.

I took the opportunity to have a quick word with my wife.

Part – 5
“Anu, I am sorry about this. But he came unvinvited. And on top of that our luck is bad. We get an old man . Should I ward him off slowly ? I asked my wife

“C’mon don’t be cruel. He is old but sweet and harmless. I can manage him “ she replied “And atleast he keeps the other scary men away”

“Are you sure” ? I quizzed her

“well, we should be going, but it wont be polite if we just leave like this. I guess he will chat for while more and then go to someone else” My wife told me

“The old man must be happy to even just talk to a much younger girl” I laughed

She alsolaughed but lightheartedly reprimanded me “Adiii, don’t be cruel”

By then old man Pierre was back with two glasses in hand

“Sorry monsieur, I have only two hands and could get only two glasses” He said as he kept a glass in front of my wife and the other one in front of me. “I will get one for me now” he added

“oh please,that’s kind of you. But please let me get it for you” I said

“Merci, I take a margerita”

I got up and walked towards the bar.

By the time I was back, his hands were again back on my wife’s legs.

I managed to hear him ask a question to my wife as I sat down

“I am too old ?”

“No, age is in one’s mind” My wife replied diplomatically

“Merci” he smiled as he asked further “you like me?

“huh, yes” my wife stuttured into an affirmative answer “ you are nice man”

Her politness was perhaps preventing her from saying anything else.

Suddenly he bent down and kissed my wife on her cheek

My wife was taken aback, but managed to respond with an uneasy laughter.

“What was that for” ?!

“Merci” he said with a smile “you are sweet girl. You sweet like Michelle”

“uhh, who is she” ? Anu asked

“My daughter. She is working in London now”

“ohh” was the only reply my wife could manage. There was again silence for a moment. Anu sipped on her glass of wine to break the awkwardness as she didn’t know what else to do.

“Aanoo, can I please kiss you again” he asked her

Anu blushed and looked at me for help. My blank face didn’t help her much

“ok” she gave a brief reply.

He bent towards her and planted his lips on her cheek and I saw he put his arms around her shoulder.

This time the kiss wasn’t a short one, but he lingered on for a few moments more.
This sight turned me on crazily. I didn’t want it to end just there. I was becoming impulsive. I also put my arms on her legs and began to carress her. She looked at me puzzled. I was expecting her to sit up straight and reprimand me. Instead I heard a giggle.

Hearing that even I gave her a peck on the cheek. Pierre must have noticed it and read my mind. He took his lips away from Anu’s cheeks and placed it on her lips.

I could hear some muffled sounds of resistance from Anu. This made Pierre pull his face away.

“I am sorry. You don’t like ? Pierre asked puzzled and worried.

Anu wasn’t sure of how to react. She looked at Pierre. He had a very apologetic look on his face.

“I am shy” she said shyly ! I think I also saw a shy smile on her face, atleast she wasn’t angry.

Part – 6
I took the opportunity to pull myself to her and kiss her on her ears and then began to probe my tongue into her ears. I sucked on her earlobes. I knew this turns on my wife a lot.

Anu didn’t react, atleast she didn’t seem hostile. This encouraged Pierre to kiss her again.

I could again hear muffled sounds from my wife, but this time they didn’t seem to be of protests.

My cock was throbbing with arousal. I pulled myself away to have a clear view of what was happening. My wife and Pierre were engrossed in their kiss.It was long and wet. Pierre’s hands rubbing my wife’s legs rather I should say thighs.

I again went closer to Anu.
“I love you baby” I whispered in her ears as I placed my hands on her breasts and started kneading them.

By now the old man was licking Anu’s face, her cheeks, her eyes. My wife passive but could her muffled sounds.

I kept keading and pressing my wife breasts and nipples, which were erect by now.

I turned my head to look around. Several couples were now kissing and fondling each other. Some had even gone beyond that. One old woman sitting on a sofa was having her pussy sucked by a much younger man.

I sat upright and took a sip of my drink. By now, Pierre’s hands had replaced mine on Anu’s breasts and she hadn’t objected at all. The sight made my cock pushing against my trousers. I could feel precum oozing out of my cock.

Pierre than guided my wife’s hand onto his crotch . He held her hand as he made her rub his cock. She continued doing the same as he left her hand loose.

My wife’s pallu had fallen down, completely exposing her blouse and her stomach. And Pierre kept rubbing her breasts over her blouse. Even through the bra and blouse I could see the inundations of Anu’s erect nipples.

As Pierre kept kissing my wife, his hands were trying to unhook her bouse. But he met with no success. I moved in to help him out and unhooked her bouse, which fell open to the sides, exposing her black bra. I moved back again to relish the sight.
Pierre’s hands were back on her breasts. He squeezed them for a while before pulling it up to free her breasts. My wife was reclining half naked on the sofa, with atleast 50 more people in the room.

Pierre lowered his lips on her nipples and began to lick and suck them, moving from nipple to the other. This brought out muffled moans from my wife.

He kept going at it. As her moans became more audible.

I had told Anu to wear a red sari for today, as I find it very sexy. But I don’t know if it was the right decision or not, as sari is also one of the most difficult dress to disrobe, especially in a sitting position. And that too by a foreigner !

As Pierre sucked my wife’s breasts his hands moved to the rest of her sari, but he seemed perplexed. He had no clue how to go about it, and that too without seeing !

I was just about deciding whether to step in again or not to help, by when Pierre just caught hold of the lower end of my wife’s sari and hiked it up to her waist . My wife’s legs and thighs lay bare. Even her black panty could be seen. I noticed it had a wet patch!

The sudden jerk of her sari made my wife whimper, but before she could say anything Pierre’s mouth was on my wife’s panty, licking her pussy through it. Anu’s whimper turned into a loud moan as she felt the first touch of his tongue on her panty covered pussy.

Pierre was by now, half kneeling in front of her. With one finger he pulled her panty to one side , exposing her naked pussy . He tasted my wife’s pussy with one long swish of his tongue. This brought out another loud moan from Anu. This encouraged Pierre to hungrily slurp on my wife’s pussy with his toungue. He nuzzled his face and nose into my wife’s pussy as if he was enjoying her scent. Anu’s eyes were closed as moans of pleasure escaped from her lips now and then.

By now Pierre had freed his cock and was rubbing it on my wife’s legs, on her calves.

As I looked around , my eyes fell upon the same young man sitting next to our sofa. He was still without a companion and was staring at Pierre sucking my wife’s pussy. Realising that I was looking at him, he looked at me . I had a smile on my face which made him smile too. I nodded at him, which he didn’t seem to understand. So I gestured with my hands to make him know that he too is welcome to go ahead with my wife, if he wishes so.

Part – 7
He didn’t need any further prompting, and he quickly moved to our sofa. He stood on his knees on the sofa next to my wife. His crotch right besides my wife’s face. He took out his erect cock in a hurry and rubbed it on my wife’s face and lips. My wife opened her eyes surprised.

“Please suck it” he requested in a hurried but polite tone.

My wife’s eyes had a glazed look and she opened her mouth to accept his cock. At firt she was just licking it, which slowly turned to sucking. She closed her eyes again.

It was too much for me to bear. This was one of the hottest sights I had ever seen or would see. I took out my cock too and began to unashamedly masturbate. The young guy standing over her, was groaning loudly out of pleasure. I could hear similar sounds all over the room.

All kinds of sexual acts were taking place, old with young, threesomes, foursomes, women with women, men with men. We were in middle of a large orgy. I felt envious of the French. This was their lifestyle !

My wife’s whole body was squirming as both the men worked on her. After a while, Pierre stood up, and took out a packet from his trouser, which was lying on the sofa. He tore it and took out a condom ! He quickly rolled it onto his cock and prepared to penetrate my wife ! Atleast I was expecting so.
But instead he lay on top of my wife and said something in French to the younger man, who pulled out his cock from my wife’s mouth. My wife opened her eyes looking questioningly at the men. His face was very close to my wife’s breasts.

“Aanoo, can I put my cock in you ?” He asked as he licked her breasts.

“Yesss” was the only word she could manage as her body squirmed to every lick on her nipples.

Pierre pulled himself backwards till he was kneeling in front of my wife. He held his cock and held it front of Anu’s pussy. He slowly rubbed the tip of his cock on my wife’s clit and pussy lips and then with a big push entered my wife’s pussy. This old man was fucking my wife !

The younger man by now was doing what the older man was doing a while ago – sucking Anu’s breasts.

The dual titillation of her pussy and nipples brought out loud spasmic moans of pleasure from my wife. My shy wife looked like a sex goddess now.“Fuck me, Fuck me” she almost screamed, like a bitch in heat. I had hardly ever heard such words from her ever before.

The old man seemed to be enjoying her words a lot and added his own .

“You like to fuck father , you like to fuck father ” ? he asked loudly

“yesss” she replied amid her fast breathes

“yessss, I want you to fuck me daddy” she went on

“Daddy is fucking you” he grunted with pleasure

“ahhhh yessss.. ahhhh ….oohhhhh daddy” my wife kept saying as she approached her orgasm.

Part – 8
Meanwhile, the young guy had again stood up and was masturbating himself. He too was about to cum. As he got closer to it, he suddenly mounted my wife’s face, standing half-upright facing the wall behind the sofa. His legs were on either side of his face, as he tried to force his cock into my wife’s mouth. Because of the roughness, my wife resisted on reflex, but in few seconds opened her mouth and greedily accepted his cock. The young man began to literally fuck my wife’s mouth. He came with a loud nasal grunt. And he came in loads, which began to gag my wife’s mouth. But he just pushed him cock deeper into her mouth. He must have emptied his load somewhere in her throat, I thought.
He went on cumming, till his semen was overflowing from her mouth. I was worrying about her safety, till I saw she wrap her legs around Pierre’s back and pull him hard into her.

Finally the young man got off my wife and slumped next to her . I could see my wife’s face clearly now. It was fully covered with his semen. He had not just come in her mouth but all over face too. I really missed a camera, but unfortunately it wasn’t allowed inside these clubs.

Pierre and Anu were strongly at it. She had tightly wrapped her legs and arms around his back pressing him onto her. Both of them reached their orgasms almost simultaneously.

“Fuck daddy, Fuck daddy” Pierre kept screaming as he started cumming.

My wife was responding equally loudly with long “yessss” and moans

As their orgasms subsidied they lay still tightly holding each other their arms.

My wife finally opened and looked at me with a satisfied smile and smiled even more when she saw me wanking my erect dick. Infact I could hear a short laughter.

Pierre got up and went to get a drink.

Anu didn’t know how to react to the young man or even to Pierre now.

But the young man knew. He too went to the bar.

My wife was left alone with me for a while, and she was trying to catch her breath.

“You look so beautiful” I told Anu , feeling a lot of love for her.

She laughed. “You sound like Pierre”

“Really you do look heavenly” I insisted “especially with all that semen on your face”

She laughed again but was surprised to find so much of semen on her face when she wiped herself with her hand.

She picked up the glass of wine and took a couple of sip.

“Gosh, I cant believe it, I am doing this” She said with a smile

“And I am very happy it happened” I replied with a bigger smile

“But poor you, you still haven’t cum” she said with a teasing smile “ I will take care of it when we reach our hotel”

But the young man had different plans. He returned with a condom packet. I realized they freely distribute condom packets in the club.

Anu looked at him questioningly.

“Oh no I am tired. I cant go through with it again” Anu informed him with a laugh

“Oh” he exclaimed disappointed

“Just a quick one” he pleaded as he sat next to her

He began to fondle her breasts as he went on “Just let me cum once more..please”

“There are so many other women in the room, why not with them” ? my wife asked him

“I don’t like French women. You are different. I always wanted fuck asian women” he replied with a child like innocence.

Normally my wife would have never tolerated this language, but now the circumstances and the mood were different.

She just laughed and lazily and sensually lay down sofa, as if agreeable. Atleast that’s what the young man thought. He scampered on top of my wife, which brought out further laughs from my wife .

“Noo, I am tired” my wife said loudly but light heartedly. The young man got up again disappointed.

By now Pierre was back with glasses of wines. He handed one to my wife which she accepted. I think she was already drunk. If she had any more of the wine, she will pass out, I thought.

She took two sips and sat up. And kissed the young man on his lips.

“Don’t be rough, ok” she told him.with a smile. This was sort of an approval , which made Pierre happy. She looked at me.

“Hubby dearie, watch me now and cum ! she teased me

“please be on your fours” the young man requested my wife

“aha” she responded but complied . She was upright in a doggie position as the young man wore the condom and took his position behind her.

He didn’t spare much time as he tried to enter her with a big push

“Nooo, not there, LOWER” she instructed him.

“Sorry”

He repositioned his cock and entered successfully this time with a big push, which brought out a loud grunt from my wife. Moment he was inside Anu, he started thrusting his cock in and out of her pussy with a lot of force. I guess Anu must have already been lubricated as I didn’t hear any sounds of pain from her , only pleasure.

Pierre was watching too with a lot of interest.

“Look at Madeline” Pierre told me pointing at his wife “is not she looking beautiful with that young man”

I saw his wife sitting on the lap of a young guy and smooching him.

“She is hot” I told Pierre with a smile

“One thing I want to ask” Pierre said hesitatingly “if my wife want to join would Aanu mind” ?

“ah” I exclaimed with a pleasant surprise “Not at all”

“You know she always wanted to try with another woman” Pierre added gleefully

“Wow” was all that I could answer

Pierre briskly walked towards his wife and said something to her as the young man below her kept licking and kissing her.

He walked back to me “She will be here soon”

The young man with my wife was kneeling on my wife’s back squeezing her breasts with his hand as he kept fucking her in the doggie style.

This place was driving me to a sexual tizzy. I wish India had such places

In minute I saw Pierre’s wife standing in front of us. Though she could hardly stand straight. She was absolutely drunk

She spoke something to Pierre in French. He pointed at my wife.

“Ahhh” she responded as she saw my wife in her sexual union with the young man

“Your wife is German, right. Howcome she speaks French” I asked Pierre

“She speak five languages” he said proudly

“Wow, she is linguist” I said impressed

But even before I could get a chance to introduce myself, she left our side and went upto the sofa where my wife and the young man were unashamedly displaying their sexual union. Madeline climbed onto the sofa behind the young man and started kissing him all over on his back. At the same time she wrapper her arms around him and started pinching his nipples. The young man must have been in seventh heaven .

She then slid down the my wife’s pussy where his cock was entering her. She started licking his cock and then gradually moved on to my wifes pussy and anus. She pushed her tongue into my wife’s anus, making my yelp with pleasure. My wife must not have realized whose tongue that must have been.

Madeline then moved forward licking the entire length of my wife’s sinal chord to her neck. She nibbled my wife’s neck for a while, during which my wife must have felt the difference of her tongue and body. As, Anu turned around to look who it was, her face came inches close to Madeline’s. Madeline promptly placed her lips on my wife’s !

Madeline was not as courteous as her husband , and didn’t take permission for everything she did. She almost devoured my wife’s mouth as their combined salivas dripped down on the sofa.

“Why don’t you do my wife” Pierre asked me

Final Part (10)
“Why don’t you do my wife” Pierre asked me

“ah , thank you. But I prefer to watch” I replied to Pierre’s puzzlement

Meanwhile Madeline had slid under my wife and she was sucking Anu’s breasts. Seeing Madeline’s unoccupied pussy another man (god knows who) appeared from nowhere, lay down between her legs and started sucking it. It was already becoming quite a pile of humans, when Pierre stepped in to add to it. He stood on knees over the man sucking his wife’s pussy and pointed his cock towards my wife’s mouth. On feeling the cock on her lips my lustfilled wife opened her mouth and took it fully inside.

By now everyone in the room was piss drunk. Sounds of sex were coming from everywhere. Here in front of me, my wife was being sucked by woman, fucked by a young man, while she was herself sucking a cock of an old man. If this wasn’t enough, one guy walking past us just stopped on his tracks he too started rubbing his cock on my wife’s face. Pierre being the courteous self pulled out his cock out of my wife’s mouth and the other man replaced him. . After a couple of minutes, he pulled out and allowed Pierre to put his cock into my wife’s mouth. This went on for a while until a time when my wife was sucking both the cocks almost simultaneously. I could never in my wildest dreams imagine my wife to be in this situation and she reacting the way she was doing now ! I was vigorously jerking off.

And then something happened which surprised me. When this new guy was inside my wife, I saw my wife suddenly wanted to push his cock out. But he wouldn’t.

“Drink it bitch” He ordered my wife

“Drink what”??? I was puzzled “Did he come so fast” ?

But I got the answer when I saw thin colourless liquid flow out of the sides of my wife’s mouth. He was pissing in my wife’s mouth ..and my wife had no choice but to drink it !

After he finished pissing he unceremoniously pulled out his cock and just walked away to another piles of humans in the room. Though she looked bewildered, the pissing thing must have had a very arousing effect on her, as she started to push her ass harder into the young man’s crotch behind her.

My wife wasn’t looking like my shy wife now, but like a sex machine.

As the night progressed the situation got even murkier and unreal.

To cut short the details of the depravity and perversions of the night, I can tell you that each person came several times, including my wife and me. My wife was smeared with cum all over her body and face.

My wife was totally exhausted and couldn’t even get up. Left to her she would have fallen asleep there itself. I payed and then left as most did. I supported her as we walked upto the taxi,many of which were standing outside at the gate. They knew they would get many customers from there. Seeing us like that , the taxidriver knew perfectly well, what we had gone through. He must have been used to our type of customers at this time of the night, or rather I should say morning. It ws 4 am.

“Hotel Royal Atel Bergere at Rue Geoffroy Marie” I told the taxi driver

He promptly took us to our hotel. The door was closed and we had to press the bell. Anu had fallen asleep in the taxi itself and I had to hold her at the hotel door. We pressed the fourth floor in the lift. On reaching our room, we slept like logs late evening.

When we woke we both couldn’t believe what we had gone through in the previous. Anu was in state of daze.

“Adi, what happened last night” She asked me puzzled and worried “was it a dream”

“Don’t worry, everythings fine”I told her with a smile “ You are were great. You were so sexy and hot”

She shyly nuzzled herself into my chest “Adi hope you didn’t mind”
“No at all. I loved it. And wanted that exactly to happen” I assured her

“Infact we could try it again” I added

“No” she replied with a laugh

Ofcourse we didn’t die after that, and more things happened !! But that’s another story.