MENAGE A QUATRE: 36 Hours of Pleasure

by Rex Gordon

  Judy was startled, thinking he was talking to her, but she quickly realized that he was standing behind Genevieve who struggled from between Judy's closed thighs. For a moment, her mouth lost contact with Judy's pussy, but she quickly moved herself to a position where Rick could fuck her from behind.

  "Oui, monsieur," Genevieve said. "Fuck me, monsieur. Fuck me. In the ass, in the pussy, anyplace you like. Fuck me." Her breath and lips fluttered at Judy's pussy even as she spoke.

  "You're damned right, I'll fuck you," he said, and he smiled at Judy as he brought his hard cock behind Genevieve. "I love what they're doing to you, and I know you love it."

  "Yes, and I love that you love it."

  "This is for only the woman," Colette insisted.

  "Fuck you," Rick said. Judy was thrilled at the way he challenged Colette, and it sent an extra ripple of pleasure through her. She was not certain whether it was a mental or a physical pleasure, but whatever it was, it was caused by Rick's demands.

  "Oh, yes, that one," Genevieve said. "The pussy, I love the cock in the pussy."

  "Yeah," Rick said, and he started the slow, rhythmic movement of his ass as he pumped his cock in and out of the chambermaid.

  "Ooooo," Genevieve cried, and her cry rippled through her mouth and rumbled against Judy's pussy. Judy quivered, but she was not satisfied.

  "Fuck me, Rick. I want you to fuck me," Judy said.

  "Soon," he said, and he kept going at Genevieve's pussy until she moaned long and loud.

  "Your are very good for beginner," Collette said, as she brought her pussy away from Judy's face, and sat beside her on the desk.

  Colette kissed Judy and fondled her breast, and Rick was hanging onto to Genevieve, pumping his last thrusts into her.

  "Tres bien, very good, very, very good." Genevieve said. She slid away from Judy to the floor and Rick was standing in front of her with his cock still hard.

  "Please come back here. Come behind me and fuck me," Colette said. Now, there was a marked difference in her tone. She no longer made a demand but a request.

  Judy looked at Colette's timid expression. Rick was in charge now, and Judy loved it.

  He smiled and looked at both of them. Only a few minutes ago, the hotel manager was the tyrant who had complete control of her subjects, but now she was the subject and Rick the leader.

  "I'd only fuck you if I want to fuck you, but right now, I want to fuck my wife," Rick said.

  "What do you mean?"

  "I mean you two can do anything you want. Fuck your friend, eat her, or just watch us, but I want to fuck my wife."

  "Oh, Rick. That's the nicest thing you've ever said in front of other people."

  "And I mean it," he said.

  With her legs still spread, Rick went around in front of her with his cock in hand. While Colette looked on, Genevieve brought her fingers to Judy's pussy and spread the outer lips for Rick to fuck her. He took three, easy strokes, then rapidly picked up speed, and began to slam into her and fuck her, as he had never fucked her before.

  "They are so beautiful," Genevieve said, as if she were speaking of cherubs or children.

  "Yes," Colette said. She turned Genevieve toward her, pulled her into her arms, and kissed her while her fingers explored her body.

  "We will get another man when they leave," Colette said in French.

  "Oui, madam, oui. Oh, yesssss."

  The two women kissed, but Rick pumped his cock harder and harder, fucking his wife and making love to her at the same time. All the physical pleasure that preceeded this moment was nothing like the pleasure of the fantastic love-fuck of her own husband.

  "I told you the Americans are crazy," Colette said.

  She said it in English for Rick and Judy's benefit, but to Judy it made no difference. She was here in Paris, making love with her own husband, and in front of an audience, the way she had fantasized since the first days of their marriage.

  ***

  When Rick and Judy returned to there room, someone had slipped a message under their door that said Leslie's husband Brandon would be coming to Paris the next afternoon.

  "Damn," Judy said. "What's that going to mean?"

  "I don't know what it means now, but Leslie better be here in the morning. Maybe you'd better go get her now?"

  "No. The morning is soon enough," Judy said. She laced her fingers in Rick's hair, looked up and pecked him lightly on the lips. If they were not going to get any sleep, they might as well make the best of it.

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  BRANDON

  "Place de la Concorde, Rue Royale!" the driver shouted.

  "Huh?" Brandon Carson said, and he awoke from making love to Judy Haines. It was something he often dreamed about, and even more often, thought about, but he was in Paris now, and he'd better mind his thoughts.

  "Thank you," Brandon said.

  What's the matter with me, he thought. He had a wife he loved and a secretary he fucked every day and many nights until he got rid of her. Yet he was still having wet dreams about his friend's wife. He was too damned insatiable, that was his problem.

  "But is that a bad thing?" he muttered to himself as he rearranged his cock in his trousers.

  "Pardon, monsieur?"

  "Nothing," he said, and climbed out of the taxi in front of the hotel.

  It was nearly four in the morning, Paris time, but he hurried through the hotel check-in ritual. The night clerk called up to his room twice, and finally, he said that there was no answer.

  That was curious, no answer in the middle of the night? But Leslie had always been a sound sleeper. "How about Mr. and Mrs. Haines?" he said, and the house operator connected him.

  "Yes?" said a sleepy Judy Haines.

  "It's me, Brandon. I'm sorry to wake you up, but Leslie isn't answering?"

  "Leslie?" she said.

  "Yes, my wife, Leslie. This is Brandon. I got an earlier flight. I'm in the lobby."

  "Oh, shit! Oh, Brandon. Sorry, I was sleeping. Come right to our room. Don't bother her. She's knocked out."

  "Don't bother her? What are you talking about?" he said, but realized she had already hung up the phone.

  He carried his own bag to the room and tapped on the door.

  "Wait a sec," Judy said.

  He waited for her to open the door, but it was not until he knocked again that she hollered, "Come on in."

  Brandon stepped inside. He lowered his suit bag to the floor and did a double take at Judy who was lying on the bed in her bathrobe.

  "Come over here and sit with me," Judy she, smiling and patting a place beside her.

  "Where's, uh, I mean where's, uh, Rick … and Leslie?" He was confused and jealous. At the same time, he was terrible interested in Judy's pose, her inviting smile. Damn! She was even wearing earrings in the middle of the night.

  "They went to breakfast," Judy said.

  "At this hour of the morning?"

  "There's a whole different time thing in Paris. You know, jet lag and all that. I'm sure you have some of it," Judy said.

  "Breakfast? Oh. I … uh … maybe I should … uh … I guess I should to my own room. Is it through this door?" he said.

  For some reason, he didn't go back for his bag, and he crossed to the connecting door, with its glass panels and high latch. Before he even gripped the latch, Leslie jumped from the bed. "Come back here, you ninny."

  "But I mean, my room…"

  "Don't be so shy," Judy said.

  By that time, she had slid between him and the door, but she was still wearing the I-want-you smile.

  "They won't be back for a while yet. Come on, Brandon, you know we've always wanted to fuck."

  Damn she was beautiful, and what she said was the truth. It was not just that he wanted to fuck her. Sometimes when he saw that look on her face, he thought she wanted to fuck him too, but until this moment, he suspected it was all part was his imagination. Yet even with her admission, he resisted.

  "This is not exactly the k
ind of relationship we have," Brandon said, with his deepest voice. He spoke as if making a strong point for a jury, but he was betrayed by the quiver in his voice, deep though it was, and the hard cock that was rising again in his trousers.

  "And what kind of relationship do we have?" she asked. She slid her fingers inside the flap of her robe, parting the material, and moving it away from her bare flesh.

  "We have uh ... just a friendly relationship."

  Her fingers moved lower, and now she caught the belt of the robe with her fingers.

  "Rick and I are friends," he said, but he knew his protest was unconvincing. He thought of all the times he had seen her in a bikini bathing suit, and his cock got even harder.

  "So you're friends with Rick? We're friends too, and what are friends for? You're having an affair with that dippy secretary of yours aren't you? And don't tell me it's because you and she have sooooo much in common."

  "Where did you hear about my secretary?"

  "I didn't have to hear it. I saw it," she said, and began to untie the bow of the narrow sash.

  "What do you mean, 'you saw it?'"

  "I see you and your secretary at parties. I see the way she looks at you. A lot of people see you sneak away for ten or fifteen minutes. Hell, I followed you myself once. She gives one noisy damn blow job. You're always hiding from Leslie, but the rest of us see right though, you."

  The sash was untied now.

  "That's all over. I ended it," he said.

  "That's a shame, and she was so attractive."

  He tried to get around her to the door, but her robe was open all the way down the front, and his cock rigid inside his trousers. He thought about his dream in the cab, and the dream was not so different from what was happening now. He wondered if maybe it was still the dream.

  "Rick and I have talked about letting you fuck me," she whispered.

  Brandon felt the heat at his cheeks. He could not look into her eyes, but she was smiling even more broadly than before. He glanced down at how her hard nipples. His fingers accidentally touched her bare hip, and he let them stay there for a moment.

  "What do you want?" he said.

  "I want anything you want."

  His eyes widened and shifted from her face to her breasts and down to the pubic curls.

  "You know you want to fuck me, and I damn sure want to fuck you," she said. "And I know Rick would just love to fuck Leslie."

  "You bitch! He's already fucked her, hasn't he!"

  Brandon grabbed her wrists. She struggled just briefly but he raised her arms over her head, and slammed her wrists and his fists against the door to the adjoining room. He was fully clothed and she was practically naked.

  "Maybe he has fucked her," she said. "But so what? That means for sure that you get to fuck me."

  He was angry and hurt, but his cock grew so hard he could barely stand it.

  There were any number of things he could do. He could push her aside and force his way into the other room to see what was going on, or he could turn away. Instead, he brought his mouth to hers. He kissed her hard and pressed her against the door.

  His cock was rigid under his trousers, and he could no longer stand to do nothing. He ground it against her stomach. Angry, he rotated his body, and she rotated back at him. He forced his tongue inside her mouth, but in an instant, her tongue was twirling against his, a battle of mouth against mouth, desire against desire.

  He was stooping and trying to push the underside of his rigid cock against her pussy, but his pants were between them. He wanted to fuck her right here against the door, but he did not want to let go of her wrists.

  "Let me get that zipper with my teeth," she said.

  "Yes, with your teeth," he said, and still holding her wrists, he let her slide her face down his body.

  Even as she grinned up at him, she unbuckled his belt with her teeth, unhooked his pants. Then she clamped the zipper between her teeth and drew it downward. The head of his cock and the upper part of the shaft had already forced its way from under the elastic band of his bikini underwear.

  Now she backed away and gripped his cock and the cotton material of his shorts. She looked up at him, her eyes and mouth open, her tongue, waiting. Then she smiled and licked. She licked again. Then she brought her lips to the head of his cock, and rolled her tongue.

  He tried to say nothing, but moaned, "Oh, yes," and he writhed as she sucked. He had dreamed of this too – her looking up at him, as if she had been longing for this moment all her life. Then she closed her eyes and sucked as if she were in a dream a million miles away.

  She slowed and stopped, then got up from her knees and turned away from him. She pulled up on her robe, and leaned against the door, baring her ass and pussy.

  "Come on, fuck me," she said. She rotated her hips and ass back against his now naked cock.

  "Where are they?" he said.

  "What difference does it make? Put it in."

  He pushed his cock between her legs.

  "Ooo, that feels sooooo good, but put it in."

  He could not seem to locate the opening, and his cock slid through the wetness of her pussy and on through the pubic curls.

  "Yes, that was good too. Do that again. I like it!"

  "Bitch," he said, and he tried again, but again his cock slid by without entering.

  "Yeah! I like that."

  "How about this!" he said. This time his cock slid all the way inside her, and he lifted her to her toes.

  "Even better yet," she said. "Come on fuck me. Fuck me the way you've always wanted to fuck Leslie."

  "What are you talking about?" he said.

  "You treat her like a little princess, and she's a woman, just like I am. Ooo, that's good."

  "Did she tell you that?" he said.

  "The signs are there," she said, not answering his question, and she rotated her ass back at him.

  "You bitch!" he said.

  He pumped his cock in and out, slamming her against the glass of the door. In and out he went, harder and harder, but it wasn't enough. He wanted to dominate her, and he pulled his cock from her pussy.

  "Get on the bed," he said.

  "Fuck me here," she said.

  "On the bed!"

  Her eyes widened. Then she stood upright and let her robe fall from her shoulders to the floor. She smiled and strolled to the bed, plopped her ass on it, and lay with her legs spread and her pussy agape. As he began to remove his clothes, she slid her hands down her body and between her thighs, bringing her fingers ever closer, teasing him as if she were teasing herself.

  "Come on, hurry up, put it back in," she said.

  As soon as he was undressed, she reached up and grabbed his cock with a kind of backhand, and she pulled it to her pussy.

  "Come on, slowpoke. Let's fuck again!" she said, and growled though clenched teeth.

  "I'll fuck you all right," he said, and with his cock in his hand, he angled it toward the opening and pushed all the way inside her. He rammed hard, and he backed all the way out of her, and he heard a sound like the popping of a champagne cork.

  "Ouch," she said. "Don't be an asshole."

  When he pushed inside her again, she wrapped her legs all the way around him and held him to her.

  He started to move in and out, never slowly, but quickly and viciously. It was as if he were trying to punish her for some past transgression. Maybe it was because she had the audacity to bring up his affair with his secretary, or because he was certain that Rick had fucked Leslie.

  Yes, the bastard, he had fucked Leslie as Brandon never had, because Brandon had never truly fucked her. He had only made love to her, going in and out quickly so she would not have to tolerate it very long. He had never given her the good fuck that she wanted and needed.

  "Yes, a good fuck was what she needs."

  "Who?" Judy said.

  "Leslie needs a good fuck. Now shut up."

  In and out he went, grunting and groaning. He was right to call this fuc
king because there was nothing of lovemaking in it. It was a pure, carnal pleasure like a stallion servicing a mare. It was fucking because there was an urge to fuck, a desire, a need to fuck.

  "You can do me harder than that," she whispered.

  "Yes," he said, and he slammed harder and harder, his balls slapping against her ass. On some of his downward strokes, he slid against her body, and their sweat lubricated the friction between his chest and her tits.

  "Go, Brandon. Go, baby!" she screamed.

  "Yeah," he said. "Yeah, yeah, yeah."

  He was about to come, but she suddenly uncoiled her legs and pushed him away. His cock bobbed in the air for just a moment, but when he came back toward her, the door to the other room opened.

  Brandon turned quickly to see Rick standing naked, and Brandon panicked. " Oh, damn, Rick. I'm sorry I—"

  "Don't worry about it. I didn't mean to interrupt you. That's fine. Fuck her. She deserves an extra fuck now and then."

  "But?"

  "Come on. Let's both do her," Rick said.

  "I—"

  "Let me get on top," Judy said.

  "What?" Brandon said.

  "Let me get on top of you, I want Rick to fuck me in the ass."

  Damn, this is a dream. I'm still in the taxi. I have to be, he thought. This is the kind of thing that happens to me in dreams, not in real life! But, no, this was real. He was fucking Judy, and Rick was there too, but... "Where's Leslie?" he said.

  Judy had her hand around his cock, and was forcing him back to the bed, but that was fine. This was new, and different, this was—

  "Is she in the other room?"

  "She's fine. She's safe."

  "Is somebody with her in there?"

  "Nobody's with her.

  Brandon lay back, with Judy on top of him now, spreading her legs. Her clit was glistening wet as she pulled the knob of his cock through that wetness and massaged it against her clit.

  "That feels almost too good as a fuck," she said.

  "Fuck me," he growled.

  "Oh, tough guy. Sure. Ooooo," she said. She eased the head of his cock to the opening. Then her pussy seemed to swallow him upward.

  "Bend over, sweetheart," Rick said.

  "Yes," she said, and she began a slow, gyrating motion of her pussy over Brandon's rock-hard cock. Her tits swung gently from side to side and she wore a tiny, evil grin.