Anna could not stop looking at the clock on her desk. 4:12 it said. The last time she looked it said 4:11. Time was passing at an agonizingly slow rate. She could not wait until the clock struck 5 pm because she could then leave her duties at the financial brokerage firm where she worked to get started on her long holiday weekend. Anna enjoyed her job as a new accounts manager, and especially enjoyed the attention she received from her predominantly male co-workers. Anna stood a statuesque 5’9” with long, blonde hair, blue eyes and 34D breasts that caught many an eye, from males as well as females. Her husband Ben, was no stranger to admiration himself; he was a flirt with warm brown eyes that matched his wavy brown hair. He worked as a financial planner at a competing brokerage firm. He and Anna loved to talk business after hours. He reveled in the knowledge that many of Anna’s co-workers lusted after his wife. He also found Anna’s intelligence irresistible and she loved their flirty banter, which usually led to an evening of hot sex at the end of a busy day for this thirty-something couple.
Lately, they had found themselves talking about adding some spice to their lovemaking. While Anna never publicly discussed her bisexuality, she embraced it with Ben, who loved the extra attention during the times they shared their bed with other women. Before they married six years earlier, they enjoyed a steady stream of threesome action with two or three different women. But the action gradually died down over the years, as both Anna and Ben climbed the corporate ladder. They still made time for each other, but their busy schedules weren’t so accommodating to a third party. But on New Year’s Eve, they made a promise to each other after a midnight kiss.
“Let’s do something new this year,” Anna suggested to Ben. “I want us to have an adventure,” she continued.
“You mean a sexedventure?” Ben asked.
Anna cocked one eyebrow in agreement.
So they started online, on a swinger’s website. They trolled their computer, pulling off a few sexy pictures of both taken on a vacation the summer before. They carefully crafted a profile telling readers about themselves, what they were looking for and what they liked. It wasn’t long before their inbox was full of responses. One that caught their eye was from a couple named Franklin and Marcelle. They were a little older, in their mid-50’s, and owned a bed & breakfast inn located in upstate Vermont. Anna thought Marcelle was beautiful and looked like a slightly older Brigitte Bardot during her heyday. Marcelle was French-Canadian, having grown up in Montreal and moving to Northern Vermont after meeting her husband, Franklin over 20 years ago. Franklin was a successful doctor in New York City for many years before deciding to sell his practice and take his wife to Vermont to pursue her dream of owning a bed & breakfast resort. Marcelle was a talented sketch artist and worked for many years illustrating children’s books. She’d found this quaint inn three years ago and, after careful thought and many hours of discussion with Franklin, they decided to quit their jobs and pursue their dream. Not long after opening the inn, Franklin found himself working as the town doctor. As a former cosmetic surgeon, he rarely treated anything beyond a cold or other minor ailment, and referred other serious concerns among a network of local physicians and specialists.
It was Marcelle who invited Ben and Anna to spend the Labor Day weekend at their country inn. At first the younger couple wasn’t sure at first if this was a good idea, having never met them before. But after a long series of emails and several phone calls, they felt comfortable enough to go. Franklin assured both Anna and Ben that if the chemistry wasn’t there, or if they felt uncomfortable, then there would be no play and they could just enjoy a weekend getaway as their guests.
Anna was already out the door when 5:00 arrived. She got in her car and mentally rummaged through her closet to select something to wear on their flight. Something sexy, but not too sexy. Why can’t things like this be easy? She wondered to herself. Still, she was excited about meeting Franklin and Marcelle. He was ruggedly handsome in a “Magnum P.I.” kind of way and Anna was attracted to him as well, although not quite as much as she was to Marcelle…
After a relatively short flight and longer, yet picturesque drive up a country highway flanked by miles and miles of greenery, they arrived at the resort. Anna was a tiny bit disappointed that the fall foliage had not yet begun in earnest, but still this was a beautiful, Tudor-style home surrounded by acres of lush pasture. As they pulled up and got out of their rental car, Anna looked up at the house and smiled broadly. Ben walked around and took her hand as they started up the walkway. A gorgeous blonde opened the door and smiled back.
“Bonjour!” exclaimed Marcelle.
“Bonjour” Anna answered back.
“That’s all the French I’m going to say. I just wanted to impress you,” laughed Marcelle. She greeted each of them with a hug and kiss on both cheeks. Anna silently wished she’d kissed her on the lips.
“Hi there,” Franklin said as he came out the door. “I thought I heard someone at the door, but Marci beat me to it,” he said. “Did she impress you with her French? I’m not going to do that, but I will give you a hug,” he said to Anna. He hugged her warmly then shook Ben’s hand vigorously. “I’m so glad you’re here. Let me get your bags while Marci takes you inside.”
Marcelle grabbed Anna’s hand and led her inside while Ben and Franklin unloaded the suitcases out of the car’s trunk. Anna gasped as she went inside. The living room was looked like the most romantic parlour in all of Paris, with luxurious velvet drapes hanging from the windows, a baby grand piano in one corner, a warming fireplace and books everywhere. The walls were covered with framed paintings and sketches.
“This is so…..romantic,” Anna said breathlessly. At that moment Franklin appeared through in the doorway on his way up the staircase. “I’ll just take these upstairs,” he said, with their bags in each hand. “Ben, why don’t you let me show you the room we’ve got you in?” he added.
“Come, sit.” Marcelle said as she patted the sofa cushion next to her. As she sat, she picked up a whiff of a beautiful scent coming from Marcelle. “Love your perfume,” she said.
“Thank you, sweetie.” Marcelle said.
The women continued chatting, and the men came down to join them. Pouring four red glasses of wine, Franklin decided to get the conversation really going. “So, how long have you been in the lifestyle?” he asked.
“Five or six years,” answered Ben. “Anna likes girls, so I’ve tried to indulge her over the years. It’s a hard job, but someone’s gotta do it,” he teased. “By the way, who are these sketches of?” he asked. He waved a hand toward the sketches over the fireplace. One depicted a nude woman touching her breasts, another showed a couple having intercourse doggy-style, while a third showed two women engaging in cunnilingus.
“I drew those,” Marcelle answered softly. “These are friends of mine. Some are lifestyle friends, some are just girlfriends,” she added. “I think it’s more erotic than taking photographs, although I know several talented erotic photographers,” she said. It was at that point Anna noticed Marcelle’s slight French accent. Anna’s heart started beating faster.
“Maybe you can draw us this weekend,” Ben suggested, and winked at Anna. She smiled broadly and blushed.
“Well, we have all weekend for that,” Franklin said. “I don’t know if you noticed, but there are no other guests this weekend. We have the place to ourselves.”
“R-e-a-l-l-y?” was all Anna could say.
“Yes. We wanted this to be just a special, relaxing weekend for the four of us,” Marcelle replied. “You’re such a beautiful couple; Franklin and I are very attracted to you. We’ve so enjoyed getting to know you and wanted to see if there was any spark among us,” she added.
“We feel the same way,” Ben didn’t want to waste any time. He knew Anna was hot for Marcelle and he was starting to get aroused at the thought of the two women doing the same thing as in that drawing over the fireplace mantle.
“Let’s go upstairs,” Franklin suggested. He grabbed the bottle of wine and instructed Ben to get the fruit and cheese platter sitting on the coffee table. “We can snack while we…snack,” he joked.
They followed Marcelle up the stairs, and into a large bedroom. There was a four-poster, king-sized bed against one wall, a dresser against another, and, in front of the bay window, a lion-claw bathtub. “It’s so pretty,” Anna gushed.
“Not as pretty as you are,” Marcelle said softly and pulled Anna close to her. She softly kissed Anna’s warm lips, parting them with her tongue. Anna was stunned but excited at the same time. She instantly decided to let this gorgeous woman take control of her body. Anna put her arms around Marcelle’s waist and returned the kiss. She felt Marcelle’s warm hands graze over her breasts, thumbs stopping at her hard nipples poking through her bra. Anna caressed Marcelle’s round ass as Marcelle pulled out of her kiss and moved down to her neck. She felt another set of hands come up from behind her, running them over her breasts again, then unbuttoning her blouse. “I’m going to help you get ready,” she heard Franklin whisper in her ear. Anna closed her eyes and let her head fall backward as she moaned softly. She felt the room’s coolness as her blouse disappeared and felt Franklin unhook her bra to expose her breasts, nipples hard and erect, hungry for Marcelle’s touch. Anna’s pants soon dropped to the floor and she found herself standing there naked but for her lacy thong. She saw Ben over sitting on a bench in the corner, naked and stroking his massive boner. He looked like he was in a trance.
Marcelle took Anna by the hand over to the bed and sat her down at its edge. She looked up to see Franklin standing behind his wife, squeezing her breasts, which Anna guessed were somewhere around a 38C. Marcelle’s hands went up and behind Franklin’s neck, kissing him as he unbuttoned her blouse and unhooked her bra. She had beautiful, full natural breasts, still fairly perky despite her age. Franklin’s hands went underneath Marcelle’s skirt waistband, presumably to touch his wife’s clit. Marcelle sighed as her skirt fell to the floor. At that point, Franklin disappeared and Marcelle gently pushed Anna’s shoulders back, causing her to lie back on the bed with her legs spread. Marcelle tugged at Anna’s thong until it was off, exposing her shaved, wet pussy. Marcelle mumbled, “ah, so pretty,” and lowered her face and began licking Anna’s throbbing cunt.
Anna arched her back and let out a moan. She lifted her legs so she could put her feet on the bed to balance herself and to allow Marcelle greater access. Marcelle soon got into a rhythm of running her tongue up Anna’s slit, swirled it around her clit, back down her slit to her pussy opening where she inserted her tongue inside. Anna’s hips began to gyrate and grind on Marcelle’s face. This was even better than she’d fantasized and she was on the verge of climaxing when Marcelle stopped briefly to gently push back the hood of Anna’s clit and began softly sucking it. She took the hardened nub between her lips as Anna cried, “YES! YES! Please don’t stop!”
Marcelle continued her firm pressure on Anna’s clit then inserted a finger inside her soaking pussy. She knew just where to touch and massaged Anna’s G-spot for a few moments until Anna came, soaking Marcelle’s face and hair. “Oh, god!” Anna exclaimed, as her pussy contracted uncontrollably. She was panting like a dog and tiny beads of sweat had formed between her breasts. Marcelle let go of Anna’s clit but continued to lick her pussy lips as she slowly withdrew her finger from Anna’s pussy. Anna sat up and grabbed Marcelle’s face and began to kiss her, “You’re amazing!” she said over and over.
The women continued their afterplay until Anna recovered and caught her breath. “May I please eat your pussy?” she asked. “Yes, but I’d like you to do something else for me first. I’d like to sketch you as you please both our men. Would you do that for me?” Anna was shocked; in all her years, she’d never been with two men before. But she felt such an overflowing desire to please Anna that she said, “sure. I’ll be glad to.”
Marcelle got up to retrieve her sketch pad from the dresser and sat on the bench where Ben had been sitting. Anna was still on the bed as Ben and Franklin stood on either side of her. She reached up and took a stiff cock in each hand. She could feel both throbbing in her hands. She looked up at Franklin and took his cock in her mouth. He had a large cock, perhaps even slightly bigger than her husband’s. She licked the underneath side of Franklin’s shaft, then swirled it around the head. She started lightly stroking Ben’s member with her other hand. She held her gaze on Franklin as she deep-throated his cock. Franklin began affectionately stroking Anna’s hair and smiled down on her. She pulled back from Franklin so she could give Ben the same attention to his cock. Slowly taking the head in first, just as he liked, she began a light suction as she moved down the shaft. She stroked Franklin’s cock with her other hand.
She continued this pattern and took a quick glance over at Marcelle, who was busy sketching with one hand and playing with her nipple with her free hand. Anna briefly wondered what the finished product looked like but then remembered what she really should be concentrating on. She was going to take both of these men to climax in her mouth. She always swallowed when Ben ejaculated in her mouth, and decided she would do the same for Franklin, who she was fast developing a crush on.
She switched her attention from Ben back to Franklin, who was still lovingly stroking her hair and shoulders. She took his erection back into her mouth, sucking it back to a full arousal. Franklin’s head fell back and he let out a deep sigh. Anna quickened her pace, matching her hand strokes to her mouth. She applied a deeper suction and he let out a low growl and said, “I’m going to bust, baby.” She continued manually jerking Ben’s cock and looked up to meet Franklin’s gaze. Their eyes locked as he shot a hot wad of sweet cum into Anna’s mouth. “Ahhhh,” he said as he trembled. Anna continued licking until his jizz was gone. She let go of Franklin’s cock and swallowed just at the moment he leaned down to kiss her. He caressed her chin and whispered in her ear, “I think I’m in love. You’re such a beautiful lover. Now finish your man.”
Anna smiled at him then returned to her husband. She took his cock in her mouth, returned it to the stiff mass it was just a few minutes prior. She used the same technique of suction and massage, taking him a little deeper in her throat than before. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Franklin on his knees between his wife, eating Marcelle’s pussy as she moaned words that Anna didn’t understand, but assumed to be French. Anna felt a twinge of jealousy as she wanted to be the one to make Marcelle moan like that but then she remembered she had all weekend to do that. She returned her mental attention to Ben and his throbbing cock. “Suck it baby,” was all he said, and Anna complied. Soon Ben enjoyed his first climax of the weekend, shooting his own wad of cum inside Anna’s warm mouth. She licked him clean then leaned back on the bed just in time to see Marcelle’s pussy contract on her husband’s face. Ben brought over another glass of wine and some grapes, along with the sketch book he picked up off the floor. There was Anna in the middle of two beautiful hard cocks. Well, she thought, I’ve got something new to hang over my own fireplace now, she thought.
By the way, the title means “Sweet Pussy” in French…