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The French are strange. In Paris, Francois introduced me to his wife. Yes, you read that right. “Suzette, I am no longer woman enough to give Francois everything he needs. Once or twice a month is enough for me. I’m so thankful that you can satisfy his craving for pussy.”

I blushed.

“Let’s have lunch.”

I was shocked. I mean, what wife would allow such a thing? It got worse or better depending on how you look at it.

At lunch, “Suzette, Francois told me that he’s never tasted a sweeter pussy.”

My mouth was agape. My face was red. Should I be embarrassed or pleased?

“Whenever you’d like to come up to Paris, I’ll make our plane available. When Francois does fuck you, he prefers to be on his back. He used to like playing with my titties, but now they’re wrinkled and sag, and I suppose yours don’t. But to me honest, Francois preference is eating your pussy.”

Could I get any redder?

“One more thing, Francois told me that you apparently get a wax every month.”

“Ummm, my boyfriend likes it like that.” I lied. I mean Charles wasn’t really my boyfriend, was he? But he liked it like that. Oh yeah, he liked eating my bare pussy.

“Well, if you think Francois enjoys eating your pussy now, just let him see you with a full bush. He might even ask you to move in with us,” she laughed. “Oh, and Suzette, I’d fully approve.”

“Us? You mean, you’d like me to share a bed with you and Francois?”

“No, no, no. I have my own apartment within our estate. You would have Francois’ tongue and occasionally his cock all to yourself.”

I just couldn’t. After a weekend with my legs spread for Francois’ tongue, I flew back to Montpelier. We agreed that once, twice or maybe three times a year, we’d see each other. He’d been marvelous; his tongue was beyond marvelous, but I just couldn’t.

Back at the Montpelier airport, I was so ready to get fucked. My pussy was so ready for Daniel’s big cock. They’d covered for me while I was in Paris. Now, Charles covered for Daniel and me while we spent a weekend at that little hotel.

As much as I adored the way Francois ate my pussy, I couldn’t get enough of Daniel’s big cock. Within an hour after he fucked me the first time, my mouth was all over that marvelous cock trying to get him hard again. Get him hard again, so he could fuck me again.

TO BE CONTINUED

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