LaFemme Michele: Paris Noir, Ch. 01

While the machine went through its start up routine, Kincaid fished out of his backpack his laptop, as well as his CD of hacking tools and password breaking programs, and a Subway sandwich and bottle of Evian, for Kincaid refused to drink American water. The decor of the office was very plain, and if his choice of furnishings was any indication, unless it was a book devoted to computer programming languages, Barry likely had never, as Kincaid's favorite singer wrote and sang, "read dozens of books about heroes and crooks."

While Kincaid was very patriotic, and worried about American domination in the fields of computers and advanced weaponry, he could not help but admire American authors, singers and song writers, especially those like Hemingway, Buffett, and Waller.

It did not take long for Kincaid to figure out how to get into Barry's Motorola account, since like every typical computer programmer, he wrote down his passwords on a notepad next to mouse pad. For the next four hours Kincaid completely filled each of the 50 DVDs disks up with all of the information that they could hold. However, this information that Kincaid now safely stored away in his bag, and which he would then make backup copies later and then FedEx back to Paris, was only the tip of the iceberg.

As he monitored the information downloads Kincaid explored the contents of Barry's office, which in Kincaid's mind screamed out that Barry loved his machines as much, if not more, than his wife. Kincaid sensed that the responsibilities of Barry's job, and his career goals, had somehow over the years had caused him to neglect his wife's needs.

It was also apparent that Barry was a bit of a materialistic neat and control freak as Kincaid went through Barry's financial records and saved to a CD, all of the bank information he would need to launch the next part of his plan in separating Michele from Barry. At about 11 p.m., Kincaid had finished his mission of downloading all the needed information from Motorola's computers.

On the disks were all the company secrets, including the master passwords, which Kincaid planned on using to infiltrate Motorola, as well as blackmail Barry, should he refuse to comply with the 'indecent proposal' that would soon be offered to him. Kincaid then turned off the computer and closed the door. Two weeks later, when Barry returned home he would miss the message on his computer, as he turned to watch the winning field goal of the Rose Bowl, which said that he last logged onto the Motorola system at 5:15 p.m. on 12/24.

For the next two weeks, every night, after night had fallen, Kincaid continued his trips to the Hudson house as he read and copied, via a compact digital scanner, not just Michele's current journal, but the most lurid parts of her other past journal volumes which had been written since she was 18 years old. In all Michele's thoughts, feelings, fears, dreams, and fantasies covered 20 leather bound volumes.

For Kincaid, he would have to read and work fast if he were to truly know and understand this woman whom he had come to love and whom he wanted to possess for his own. As he read through Michele's diaries he saw that this woman was exactly the type of woman he could love, and who could also, at the same time, fulfill his own sexually daring, voyeuristic, and sadistic fantasies.

The diary entries about her sexual desires made even a man like Kincaid, a man whose sexual exploits in the field of international espionage, blush like a school girl. Several times, as he read, he had gotten so worked up reading about Michele's fantasies that he had to jerk himself off just so he could keep reading with a coherent mind. In her diaries were erotic stories and dreams of rapes, voyeurism, exhibitionism, romantic encounters, threesomes, kidnappings, gang bangs, dark alleyway encounters, lesbian love, submission, anal sex, butt plugs, dildos, bestiality, doctor visits, bondage, asphyxiation, sex with robots, etc...

Most of the tales and dreams of lust were all written well after the advent of the Internet, but when Kincaid ran a system scan on her own computer; he found no traces of porn on the system. Yet, on her husband's system there was a long trail of websites that catered to the male voyeur, such as those that had hidden web cameras in teenage female locker rooms.

As Kincaid rechecked Barry's system, he decided to plant, on the computer, a Trojan horse, which when it was activated, would download from a special website hundreds of classified documents a special company web site that, when visited, would trace back to the user, and thus open a truly embarrassing can of worms. For Kincaid, this was his true ace in the hole, and it was also one that he would activate, but only if Barry refused to accept and go along with his indecent proposal.

Several days later, by the time he had completed reading her last journal, which it turned out was the first one she had wrote, which described her brief affair with a man whom Kincaid thought he himself might have met some years ago when he was traveling through Iowa to visit John Wayne's hometown of Winterset, he felt that he knew better than her husband exactly what kind of woman Michele was, and more importantly the kind of woman she wanted to be.

The kind of woman Michele wanted to be, and the type of man she wanted to have, were completely opposite from the reality that Kincaid now found himself investigating as he set about looking at her clothes and taking notes as to her shoe and dress sizes. It was readily apparent to Kincaid that Michele was an X rated version of the character Francesca in the book The Bridges of Madison County, a book she had never heard of until he had suggested it to her early on during their online courtship.

It was the same book that Barry had commented on one night as being a trashy married woman's fantasy. His comments on the movie, according to a message Michele sent to Kincaid one night, were even worse. However, it was pure coincidence that Kincaid had the same name as the cowboy hero of the book, but he felt it was a prophetic book for him.

Kincaid envisioned himself as the cyberpunk computer cowboy version of Robert Kincaid, but he left the cowboy look to his best friend Luc. Kincaid's look bordered on the cyberpunk military edge. For Kincaid most of his wardrobe consisted of trench coats, conservative suits, and dark clothes, all of which were practical choices in the world of industrial, high-tech, and computer espionage.

The last thing that Kincaid did, on that final night in the Hudson home, just hours before Michele and Barry's return, was to look at their family and wedding photographs, just so he could see more of the woman whom he hoped would someday be his in Paris. The wedding pictures of Michele were beautiful, as were all of the pictures of her. Kincaid desperately wanted to take one for himself as a souvenir, but he knew that if she ever found it, that all his work and planning to obtain the love of his life he had been so desperately seeking, would cause his entire world to crash down.

Hours later at the airport, as he waited for his delayed flight to Montreal to depart, Kincaid, hidden behind a pair of It was obvious, from the look on her face, that she had not enjoyed the trip. As she unknowingly passed him, just inches away, Kincaid took off his sunglasses and watched her tight ass, in designer jeans, walk slowly out of her reach. "So close, yet so far," Kincaid thought to himself as he grabbed his backpack to head to the gate where his Pan Am-Air Canada flight would soon be taking off and sending him to another dangerous assignment, somewhere on the far side of the world.

Several months later, in that same quiet Chicago suburb, Michele was sitting on the back porch watching the birds feed and play when the phone rang. She thought about not answering it, but only for an instant; as her desire for pleasure outweighed her fear and apprehension. She walked hastily to the living room sat on her sofa, her shaking legs barely able to support her, and picked up her cellular phone.

"Hello." She said softly, trying to hide her anxiety, her voice almost betraying her.

"Good morning Chéri. How is my darling this day?" Kincaid asked with a smile in his voice although his heart was also pounding in his chest and he too was shaking all over, for he too had been thinking and dreaming of this moment for quite a long time.

"Wonderful, and you?" she answered.

"Trie bien, and even better now that I hear you", as he reminded himself of the answer he always used when they chatted, hoping this would help both of them to relax a little.

"I was so excited knowing that I was going to talk to you that I barely slept last night, and today I walked all over the streets of Paris just to calm and steady my nerves," he said. "I'm so happy to hear your voice after all those long chats we have had."

"You know what sweetie?" Michele asked.

"What my dear?" Kincaid responded

"I just love your voice...you have just the sexiest voice I've ever heard." As she said those words her husband, who was listening from the kitchen, heard clearly the desire in Michele's voice.

"Thank you.... yours is not bad either". He laughingly answered in his husky and throaty French accent.

Both of them, hearing each other, soon began to think about the hot cyber love sessions they had in the chat rooms, and could now put a voice on the words they've been reading for so long. The mix of the voice with the sexy thoughts, that they both were having, was slowly starting to turn them on as the conversation began to quickly become more serious and to the point.

"You know sweetheart I've been thinking of you every minute of the day these last months. I think I'm addicted to you," he admitted.

Michele felt her hands start to shake after hearing his admission. She had been thinking the same about him and wanted to desperately tell him so. Yet, before she could form those words, as she listened to his sexy voice softly talking in her ear, her free hand slid down her stomach toward her throbbing clit. As Michele's breathing started to change Kincaid noticed the sudden shift in her breathing pattern.

As Kincaid listened to Michele's desire build, his imagination begins to run wild, thinking of all the things she might be doing. However, Kincaid was still afraid to ask, despite his desire to know; for he didn't want to rush her or scare her, so, as all Frenchmen are won't to do, he began to start her off slow.

His voice was soft and hardly heard when he asked, "What are you wearing this morning my dear?"

Michele's voice was full of the desire when she told her soon to be lover that she was wearing her sheer white satin and silk robe.

"Nothing else my sweet?" He asked.

Lost in her rising passion she nodded "no" first, but then realized that what she needed to do was actually speak and tell him.

A soft "no" was her only response.

Sensing her shyness, Kincaid then took control of the conversation and told her not to speak, but just to do exactly what he said. He knew this would turn her on even more and hoped that it would also relax a bit.

"Sit comfortably, close your eyes and just let my voice guide you, My Love," He said in a whispering tone.

Following his orders, she settled more cozily into her outdoor chair, closing her eyes, letting his voice guide her hands and mind. Yet, even before he had said anything, she was already turned on and her body was on fire.

"Spread your legs wide and let your hands roam over your wonderful body" he said "caress your tits and pinch your nipples."

As her legs spread she could feel her juices start to leak along her slit, while her hands went directly to her aching tits, squeezing them over her robe. She could feel her nipples already hard through the light fabric. Then with one hand she removed the strap of it, unveiling one tit, while she sucked in her breath as she felt the cool air over her nipple.

She then caressed, cupped, and squeezed her nipple softly, as her breath began to come out faster, as her excitement quickly grew with the imagination that it was his hand touching her. That idea and the pinching of her nipple got her even hotter as she let a light moan escape from her lips.

She then pressed the speaker mode button on the cellular phone and let it fall near her so that both of her hands were free to take care of her heated body. Michele then bared her other breast and began to give it the same treatment, as she continued to let his voice take control over her body.

"Let one hand slide over your stomach" Kincaid said in a hoarse voice betraying his desire and arousal.

Michele reluctantly let go one of her tits and slid her hand over her stomach as Kincaid commanded her, "Don't touch your pussy, just caress the inside of your leg scratching the upper part".

Michele's hand traveled down still, feeling the contact of her pussy hairs on the tip of her finger. However, she resisted the urge to let her hand go directly down her aching pussy so that she could get release from the intense desire that was building inside her. She wanted this feeling to last forever, and the longer Kincaid was going to play with her the more she knew she was going to like it. Michele was now feeling incredibly safe as his virtual sex toy.

Her hand then slowly moved up along the inside of her thigh until she reached the sensitive upper part, at the same time she bit her lower lip in order to refrain another moan, as her nails scratched over her exposed skin, while her other hand still clung to her breasts, so that she could play with both of them at the same time, as he commanded her to, "Let your fingers slide lightly over your slit." As she followed his order, she felt how soft her bare pussy lips were, and how wet she had become. She couldn't believe how aroused she was even though her pussy hadn't even been touched.

"Suck one of these fingers in your mouth as if it was my cock, make it really wet," Kincaid commanded. As he commanded her, she could hear his breathing becoming harder, and she wondered if he wasn't stroking his cock at the same time he was leading her. At that thought she envisioned him naked in front of her, his cock in his hand, hard for her, ready to make love to her. She wanted to ask him, but at that same instant her hand reached her mouth and she sucked hard on her middle finger and a muffled moan escaped her lips. As she sucked she tasted her sweet tasting nectar. By now there was no coming down from the kinky and euphoric feelings that now coursed through her veins.

Kincaid then commanded, "Now I want you to cum for me Michele." He said, "Get that finger deep inside of you."

Michele's hand went directly to her sex, and she plunged her finger inside right away into her aching pussy, at the same time her head jerked backward, as she let out a louder moan "huummmm yessssss," which Kincaid heard quite clearly over the speaker phone. Her moans now gave him even more confidence as he loudly said, "Get two fingers in!!! I want you to finger fuck yourself hard and fast!"

Michele did as Kincaid demanded, and plunged her fingers in and out, and as far and hard as she could so that her hips were bucking up and down to meet her hand. She was practically hyperventilating as she moaned with each thrust, all the while whispering soft words to him.

"Yesss baby I wanna cum for you" she said, "I want you Kincaid! Take me! Take me now!" She was starting to lose control; her mind was totally focused on his voice, and her pleasure. Behind her closed eyelids, she was fucking him, seeing their bodies entwined, sweat covered, seeing his hands caressing her, his lips kissing her.

"I want your other hand to take care of your clit". She half heard him through her racing mind and moans. But still she followed his voice. Her hand let go of her tits and went directly to her aching and swollen clit, freeing it from its hood, while her fingers rubbed it hard and fast while she kept on finger fucking herself with her other hand.

Michele's pussy was so wet that it leaked into the palm of her hand and drenched it, as well as deep down the crevice of her ass, as well as the tops of her thighs. Her moans became louder and louder as she was felt a huge climax building in her stomach. She arched her back and her body was thrashed on the sofa wildly, as her unfocused eyes flared open, totally blind to what was around her, still seeing the erotic visions her mind was sending her.

Kincaid kept on telling her he wanted her to cum for him and how much he wanted her. Then he started to moan saying he was about to cum too, as Michele then realized he was masturbating too. This revelation then sent her over the edge as she came in a loud moan almost screaming, her body shaking all over, as her juices flowed to continuously form a little puddle under her bottom on the leather of the couch, while her pussy clenched her fingers. She barely heard Kincaid as he came with her, groaning and whispering her name.

She couldn't believe how hard she came. She had been masturbating before but she never had such a climax, and now she was coming back to Earth, with a feeling of exhaustion that made it seem that she had had sex for several hours.

"Kincaid?" Michele whispered breathlessly

"Yes darling" answered Kincaid, as his voice betrayed the fact that he also had a hard time recovering from his own powerful climax.

"That was wonderful sweetie! You were wonderful. I never had such pleasure masturbating".

"You were perfect too, I wish we could have made love together for real".

"Me too" she answered with a hint of sorrow in her voice.

Slowly they started to talk about each other, little by little discovering, and in many ways rediscovering, each other. Talking was so much more personal than instant messaging. As they talked they shared those feelings that you share with only those people whom you most intimate, until finally after nearly three hours they had to hang up, and then planned on continuing their conversation online, but not before Michele could discuss with her husband Kincaid's special request.

After she had showered and calmed herself down, Michele, who was still nude after her shower, sat Barry down and told him that Kincaid had offered, and Michele had accepted, with Barry's approval, to be sent to her an open-ended plane ticket to Paris, for travel to see her online lover, anytime she decided that she wanted to accept his offer to visit him for he termed "the most erotic four weeks" of her life.

Yet Michele's husband, far from being upset, seemed relatively excited at the prospect of his wife being propositioned, and her acceptance of such a wicked and erotic indecent proposal. Barry had always fantasized about this, but always felt, falsely, that his wife loved and depended upon him to much too ever leave him and their comfortable lifestyle. Barry's decision was further solidified by the fact that when he logged on to his own e-mail account, he found a message from Michele's mysterious French cyber lover, which, after reading it, with Michele by his side, had turned Barry on so much that he made love to Michele with a renewed sense of passion, the energy source of which was Kincaid's 'indecent proposal.'

A later e-mail, which Barry had received at work, was sent via an anonymous and encrypted remailer, to let him know what Kincaid's plans for his wife were, and that, with his permission, he would broadcast via the Internet, all of her sexual encounters, delivering it to him, via an encrypted web site. A third e-mail was sent that informed Barry that, as a way to back up promise of Michele's safety, Kincaid had deposited in Barry's credit union account $250,000 as proof that he could deliver the "goods."