Timegasms 2, French Expo!

Timegasms 2, French Expo! ©2015 Literocat

[This incident occurs during Ted and Tari's trip from the Louvre to their hotel. Someone said 'a story grows in the telling (or writing).' This one was supposed to be a simple 2-step to the hotel, but Tari's horny hormone made so much more of that! It INSISTED it be a separate tale since it didn't advance Tari's special voyages. However, on further consideration, and subtle nudging from Lois, my muse, I'm returning it to its main stream. Thanks Lois - I think.]

"Bless you!" he said. "I hope you aren't getting a chill in Paris." Little did he know! I was still facing the church painting and noticed it was different. Arm in arm with my innocent, repressed, ignorant husband, I finally noticed the difference. The nude figure in the church painting was gone. Did I do that? I thought it best not to mention that.

Did this mean I might have brought back an STD, DNA or even become pregnant? What must my three young lovers think happened to me? My heart raced, AGAIN, as I silently, somberly wondered what I did, why and how all that will change my life.

Recalling the three virile cocks that were inside me a moment ago got my pussy twitching again. Ignoring the possible, umm residual evidence that might still be on my teeth and tongue, I wrapped my hand behind Ted's head and brought him down to me for a lingering, and appropriately, French kiss. He didn't flinch so I assumed it was safe, but he did react very strongly to our public affections. I didn't learn until after our métro ride that though Ted tasted no hint of cum in my mouth, my breath smelled of sperm . . . of sex that inspired and drove my usually conservative husband ruttish.

"Honey, let's get back to the hotel for a while." I gasped. Ted readily agreed. As we left, I considered my appearance. I had chosen a green print, innocent looking dress with two-inch straps loosely supporting my tailored bodice which tucked neatly under my full tits and subtly emphasized them. The low and wide square cut top with wide and deep arm holes exposed nearly all of my plush tits and deep cleavage while my tiny, lacy bra modestly covered my nipples - as long as I was upright. Bending to any degree forced my big girls to swell and jiggle as they threatened to escape. I knew how alluring that threat was to men. The mid-thigh skirt was loosely flowing and offered occasional peeks at my firm upper thighs at the whim of the wind. I always kept a hand on the skirt to keep it down, until now. My beige spikes further shaped my thin calves and thighs.

Somewhere between the Louvre and le métro, I felt the cool breeze wind up my legs like a tentative lover quickly seeking my pearly gate. My skirt blew up behind me, but since my strange adventure I didn't mind showing my thong and bare cheeks to all of Paris! I wondered, was I still wearing my thong? Ted's hand on my bare ass told me he knew I was exposed and for our first time in our conservative lives, he didn't object; my pussy twitched and moistened at the salaciousness.

We got seats on the half-full train and I was still highly aroused. I allowed my skirt to sit high on my thighs and Ted's hand rested on the hem. His sensual squeezing moved my thighs apart enough to demand the attention of the four French men across from us. Ted not only noticed, but seemed to enjoy teasing them with my camel toe. This is new! His hand slid up my bare right thigh and pushed my dress higher. So high that even I could see the transition from quads to pussy so I didn't have to wonder what the four men saw and thought. Their tented slacks, which they proudly and boldly displayed, proved I was right. My horny pussy made a damp, cool spot where eight eyes were focused and my hand drifted to Ted's lap and his rapidly swelling member. The train stopped and nearly emptied.

While the others watched, I rubbed Ted's tented slacks as his fingers found my slit and gently slid up and down. With my eyes fixed on the four throbbing French cocks, I smiled demurely and pulled my skirt higher up my left thigh. Very soon, my thong waistband was exposed and my skirt no longer impeded my swollen camel toe and the bump at its top. Feeling increasingly naughty, I leaned into Ted and told him to take out his cell cam. As he fidgeted for it, I told him to focus on the opposite window that reflected us clearly and to completely include us and our audience in video mode with no lights.

I slid my ass closer to the edge of the seat; there was no more denying I was blatantly performing for our lucky voyeurs. The train stopped suddenly and the lights dimmed. An announcement said a problem ahead had stranded us between stations for at least twenty minutes. We were all already beyond feigning ignorance, so Ted waggled the camera at the men for approval and indicated the window behind them. They either ignored Ted, or nodded OK with a small, proud smile.

When he started filming, I brazenly pulled the center of my skirt to my navel. I decided this was the right time to challenge Ted's limits and our joint sexual horizons. I wasn't going to be the only one so daring and exposed. As Ted framed our sex tableau vivant, I unzipped his slacks and wrapped my hand around his cock inside them. He lurched, but didn't stop me!

He pressed against my slit and as he slid from taint to clit, I felt my tiny tan panty pushed deeper between my labia so I spread my legs a little wider. My ragged breathing testified to my susceptible, aroused state. Though I couldn't see details in the window, I could see, and feel, Ted's fingers circle my clit and push deeper into my snatch. Our four men, and others I didn't count, watched my tiny panty shrink as it entered my love hole. Looking down, I also saw my extremely swollen outer labia appear and 'grow' as my panty diminished and my stubble appeared. I lustfully unhitched Ted's slacks and pushed them down, with his help, just enough that I could fish his studly cock out.

For the first time, eight eyes shifted from my sex to Ted's - momentarily. I pushed his briefs under his balls and brought his sack into the clear light of the métro. He shifted his ass closer to the edge and proudly thrust his impressive naked cock against my hand. I squeezed it hard, pulled the last of his foreskin below his crown and saw his helm abruptly swell openly into its purple glory. This was the first time I'd ever seen Ted's wonderful cock exposed publically and surprisingly enjoyed the sight and illicit freedom. One at a time, our four viewers unzipped their slacks and began slowly working their cocks out into view.

I shuddered suddenly and looked down see why. My legs were spread wide and Ted had pushed most of my tiny panty inside my vag which exposed most of my outer labia and down to the edge of my clit. His thumb circled my stiff, pearly nub and each instroke exposed all of my own rigid little cock. Each time it appeared, I noticed eight eyes widen and four tongues randomly licking lips. My ego was well soothed by their appreciation of my most intimate, now public, parts.

Slowly, teasingly, I jerked Ted's private, inflexible love stick as the others watched my panty disappear into my deep hole. Ted pulled my skimpy waistband below my hips so all traces of my lower panty could vanish inside me. As I watched Ted's panty-clad finger disappear arousingly within me, I saw what our men saw. My outer labia were completely exposed and, with each inward thrust, most of my inner labia were also lustfully exposed; my taint and a good bit of my lower cheeks were revealed as well. With each gasp, my stiff, pearly clit was thrust forward for our stroking men to admire. It dared them to come touch, lick and suck it! Is that what -I- wanted too; while Ted just watched and filmed?

While I tried to avoid a climax, Ted slowly pulled my panty out of my hole. The friction as it abandoned my delirious pussy was too engaging to ignore. I let it deliciously knead my rugae, G and C spots and robotically, aggressively increased jerking Ted's purple cock. One of the four admirers was flaunting his uncut cock and watched my hand and Ted's as he openly jerked it and gasped loudly. The other three quickly followed his example. All beyond embarrassment, they pushed their slacks all the way to their ankles. All were uncut with drooping balls from walnut to plum size that danced for me with each yank. Curious and aroused, I enjoyed the view and saw no obvious health issues. Why did I note tha . . .? Oh my!

I kissed Ted passionately, letting our horny viewers see our open-mouthed tongues entwined. Ted whispered, gasped actually, "You better remove them before I tear them off you!" I only glanced for a few milliseconds at our watchers before releasing Ted's dense, tall cock. As it sprang against his belly and rebounded, I wrestled my panty off, letting each knee rise obscenely high before again spreading my legs as wide as possible. My naked, moist cunt was exposed, unobstructed, with lips gaping. I savored my shameless display and grabbed Ted's waiting cock. He had already directed the camera squarely at my open pussy and included his stiffness in the frame. "Play with your tits. Let them see one of those gorgeous C-cups!"

Though I had been rubbing my stiff nipple thru my dress, it felt too obscene to also expose them so deliberately in public. Exposing my tits would leave me essentially naked and was, maybe, a step too far. Wasn't it? How odd that thought felt after my adventures in Canada. As I considered what to do, I scanned the train and barely noticed my left hand had snuck into my dress and bra and was stretching my right nipple. The four fans had fully noticed! My mind seemed to already be made up! Ted unhooked my bra to relieve strain and ease my tit's escape. He slid my dress and bra strap off my shoulder then pulled them past my elbow, leaving just my hand covering my right tit.

As my hand massaged my tit, I allowed my nipple to peek indecently between my fingers. I felt it harden, its reactionary sparks shoot to my clit, and saw its rosy stiffness tease the Frenchmen. Ted asked our admirers, "Any of you speak English?" When no one responded, he asked again, "Personne ne parle anglais? Si non, quelle domage. Nous nous arrêterons ici!"

The threat to stop our show worked. One man half raised his hand. Ted smirked. "Good! Come here and unzip my wife's dress!" He looked at the others and repeated Ted's command in French to convert their confusion to wide smiles. My eyes popped. Did my husband want me completely naked on a public train before all these strangers? As he approached, one hand still on his stiff cock and gently pumping it, he said his name was Pierre, and I was beautiful, and had a beautiful and sensuous body, and we were very generous to share it with them. "Bien sûr! Merci Pierre. Her zipper is behind her."

I asked him if he said the same thing to all the women he wanted to fuck, then leaned forward, cupped my tit from below and let him get an advance view of my right tit and hard nipple before all of me was exposed. He leaned over me for a better, lingering look.

Proffering his long fuck stick, he introduced it, "Voici Pierre le grand!" and was very deliberate to slap my face with his brazen cock. Instead of the disgust I expected, I relished the warmth and intimacy of its contact. Instead of getting irate or protective, Ted angled the camera to see what Pierre saw and to capture his cock assaulting me, his oh-so-innocent wife; he didn't object at all. I knew Pierre hoped I'd suck his cock, but did Ted expect me to do that? Yesterday, I would not have considered it, I would have not even allowed the wind to expose my ass getting here, but today, here I was essentially naked before four and twenty men PLUS Ted and enjoying the ribaldry!

The hot cock tapping my ear and cheek felt suddenly cool. I realized that the freely bounding hot tip was coated with cool, clear Cowper's and I urgently wanted to sample it. As Pierre began unzipping me, his daring cock slapped my nose and was obviously guided to separate my lips. It left a sticky trail that Ted captured and I licked off my lips. It was as sweet as Ted's pre-cum and made me want more. I took the nouveau cock in hand and studiously, if briefly, observed its varied stiffness, its thick veins and its sticky pee hole. Despite the unknown health risk, I licked his helm from one side to the other of his frenulum, and moaned lightly at the sweet and salty flavor. He paused and moaned as I gently but fully stroked his begging meat stick. My heart raced; I looked at Ted for approval and he nodded his OK. How far did he want this to go?

With my dress loosened, Pierre casually pushed my straps off my other shoulder; my left tit appeared and joined my right to the noisy delight of all my admirers, including Ted who sighed and groaned at once. "Thank you so much for going along with this. I never expected you to show off your beautiful, sexy legs or ass and CERTAINLY not your lusty pussy or your shapely, tempting tits. I'm loving this and I see you are too! I don't think I want you fucking these guys, so I guess that's my limit." Whom was he trying to convince?

His friends closely gathered around me as Pierre's cock rested on my extended tongue. Two of them pushed my dress to my waist so it was now just a wide belt separating my big, naked tits and my abandoned, gaping, wet pussy. They then stroked my tits as they stroked themselves. Someone's hard finger found its way into my wet pussy and skillfully stroked and massaged my depths. It had me panting around the lucky cock in my mouth. I felt my climax grow and didn't notice when I had sucked my first French cock into my throat.

Far beyond my control, my hips thrust against the fucking finger, my nipples felt aflame and I came hard, shuddering and moaning, muffled by the meat spear in my throat. My groans vibrated it until it launched its payload directly into my belly as Pierre grunted, thrust then moaned until he carefully withdrew his softening cock. It was still spurting when it exited so it filled my mouth with fresh French cream that dribbled over my chin. Ted was drooling at my sticky lunch.

Pierre dropped to his knees and skillfully licked my soaked pussy clean as his friends played with my tits and another filled my mouth with his cock. Pierre lightly licked my outer labia, splayed them and licked my inner lips before returning to the saturated crevasse between each set. He avoided my clit, but used a finger or two to scoop my cum into his mouth. Finally, he slurped as deeply into my chasm as he could, pushed his fingers into my demanding cunt and firmly caressed my anxious clit. He nudged it, circled it, sucked it and even bit it very gently as his finger brought me to another climax. Ted took pictures while he could.

The fourth man was on the perimeter and had better access to Ted who completely shocked me when he latched onto the stranger's cock and pumped it. The stranger, Guy, cupped Ted's helm from above and stroked across his sensitive crown. Ted moaned and shockingly pulled Guy's long, thin cock into his mouth! He later admitted this was the first time he had sexually exposed his cock to any man and allowed any contact, though he was bi-curious for some time.

Ted gaged when Guy pushed too far then mumbled "how do you DO this!?" Guy tried again and told him to swallow when his cock touched the back of his throat and visualize it slipping past his gag point. That seemed to work since I saw my Ted swallow at least six inches of cock, leaving two more to go. After a slight gag, Guy told him to breathe by nose and keep swallowing. It wasn't long before Guy's balls bounced against Ted's chin. I was appalled, and breathless! Tears were in Ted's eyes as Guy face fucked my husband.

About then, Ted put down the camera. With little encouragement, Ted was sucking like a pro. He gently rolled Guy's balls and stroked his own cock until he began to grunt. He pulled up his foreskin and caught some of his cum, leaving the rest to spew over his still pumping hand. His climax set off Guy who unloaded his spasming balls into my husbands 'virgin' belly! After deliberately leaving a small pool of cum in Ted's mouth, Guy leaned in and kissed him, with tongue! After licking and sucking his own cum from my Ted, he knelt, uncovered Ted's sensitive helm and lapped up all Ted's surging cum off his still shuddering cock and hand.

After cleaning Ted's balls and shaft, he took Ted's cock head onto his tongue then deeper into his mouth. He sucked and swirled my husband's stiff-again cock into his own throat and gulped it. Ted had the camera recording his first male suck fest. I saw the pain in Ted's face from being stimulated so soon after cumming; yet there was also bliss written there. He grunted and howled as he spewed his fresh load into Guy's belly. After withdrawing Ted's cock and licking his teeth clean, he kissed Ted again. This time he passed a small snowball back into Ted's surprised mouth. After the initial shock, they were frenching like old lovers.

As both men collapsed, breathing heavily, Ted struggled to lift and aim the camera back at me. He caught the shift from Pierre's replacement to the last of the four men, Amé. What an appropriate name! I didn't know if he caught me swallowing both tasty loads and no longer cared. As Amé filled my throat, I felt two, unnamed, fingers join Pierre's two fingers in my inflamed pussy. A thumb thumped my clit as that hand sank in than out of my throbbing cunt. The other hand pumped out of sync with the first and added gentle torture of my G-spot. The insidious dual motions were totally new and extremely quick to bring me to my next breathtaking orgasm. As I flooded the hands inside me, my shudders set off Amé and he delivered a third charge of savory, salty spew directly into my belly.

Amé pulled away, leaving a trail of cum over my chin and trickling onto my trembling tits. As my vision returned, I became aware that the men who were in my pussy were now wanking fiercely and aiming their canons at my tits and pubes. Ted was recording all my lustfulness while still being licked. After he recorded the two wankers shoot their creamy spunk on my face, tits and pubes, he called a halt to our tableau. I took each cock in hand, thanked it, kissed it and took a last lick of each - even the one Ted had sucked.

The men returned to their seats opposite us, slacks and briefs still at their ankles, cocks all saluting us. Ted left his pulsing pole uncovered, and they all stared at me and my cum covered face and splayed body. We quietly stared all around and finally noticed the few other exposed cocks and fucking couples. Ted documented the varied action and displayed bodies. I asked him to take some still shots of our four admirers and us reflected in the window above them as I gathered and ate their residual cum. As I breathily imagined that naughty tableau displayed in our home, perhaps in the dining room, the train lurched to a start and sped up. Ted made a show of pressing my panty and bra into his slacks. Despite the impending stop, we dressed lazily.

I had nothing to clean up the sticky evidence covering me, so I pulled my top up, knowing that some cum remained on my face and maybe my hair it was very likely that my tits and their sticky evidence would likely be exposed from the front or sides. I left my skirt up high and guided the sperm trails away from my tortured twat. Now that we were all dressed but me, it felt especially raunchy to still be sitting with my legs wide apart, pussy fully exposed and licking creamy French sauce off my fingers as everyone watched. The attention was as delicious as the cum!

The next stop was ours. When the doors opened, I stood and allowed my skirt to slowly tumble unaided so my steamy pussy was exposed to several people on the platform. I enjoyed every second of their perplexed and stunned expressions. Ted finally zipped me up and we walked the last blocks to our hotel. Still feeling daring and desperately wanting to shock Ted, when we stepped into the exterior glass elevator, I pressed '8' and unzipped my dress. His eyes popped and he grabbed the camera again. He filmed me letting my dress fall to the floor then pose against the outer glass walls - facing each way. Just before reaching our floor, he scooped up the dress and TOLD me I was walking to our room naked. I let him believe that was HIS idea.