Sam tipped the bellboy as soon as he had placed the bottle of bourbon, the ice bucket and their chilled glasses on the little glass coffee table. He hustled the handsome youth out of their hotel room and turned to face his wife.
Mimi was calmly preparing their drinks. As usual, she looked beautiful. She had slipped into a filmy pink peignoir trimmed with fur. He had resented the way the bellboy eyed her in that one moment before he started to back him out of the room. Obviously, even in an exclusive hotel like this one, Mimi stood out one notch above the rest. Mimi… with her dark flashing eyes, her curly black hair that reached just to chin length, her well-chiseled features that recalled a model or a women of leisure.
Mimi was not a model, but she was a woman of leisure. She had never lifted a finger in her life. She had always been pampered by men, first her father, then her first husband, and now Sam. Sam was not wealthy, but he was comfortable, thanks to an inheritance from his father, who had worked himself into an early grave establishing a business that would spare Sam and his sister the need ever to work. For appearance's sake, Sam did work, from time to time. He lectured in English literature at various universities in the States and overseas. His reputation as a minor poet and his income, he knew, were the two things that had drawn Mimi to him. Not that he thought she didn't love him. He was pretty sure that she did love him, as much as Mimi had ever loved anybody.
But Mimi was a practical woman. She would never have sacrificed comfort for love. Only when she was assured that she could live the way she wanted and needed to, could Mimi relax enough to learn to love. She had learned to love Sam.
"I wish to hell, Mimi, that you wouldn't flaunt yourself in front of every guy in sight."
Calmly, Mimi stirred her bourbon and, ice with her finger. She seemed to enjoy the melodious tinkle of the ice against the glass. "Don't be silly, Sam. I look. That ees all. I can't help eet eef that surprises the American men." Mimi didn't let Sam upset her. She knew by now that he was an excitable man and, a jealous one. She liked his possessiveness. But she also enjoyed the obvious interest in the eyes of so many of the American men she had admired since their arrival at Kennedy airport. American men were in general so much bigger and stronger looking than Frenchmen. And they were so bold in their looks. Mimi liked that. She liked to look straight into a stranger's eyes and make love to him a little with her soul. American men had her intrigued.
Sam began to feel abashed. He started to worry that he was worrying about nothing. In fact, he realized that Mimi did nothing in particular to attract men's attention. She just was. And that was enough to interest the avenge red-blooded American male. Sam decided he was going to keep a close eye on Mimi while they were in America. While he was pretty sure that Mimi was too lazy to launch any major campaign to go out and get laid, he had his suspicions that, if the opportunity were offered by the right man, she would be willing…
Slowly, Mimi rose and walked over to the king-sized bed. She was wearing very high black heels that accentuated her already provocative wiggle. He could see the enticing bulges where her ass-cheeks strained against the opaque material of her peignoir. His cock throbbed. "I'm sorry, Mimi. I know I shouldn't get so jealous… but Jee-zuz, I can't help it. You're such a damned good-looking woman! You can't blame me for trying to defend my territory just like any old dog guarding his sheep." Sam was from Oklahoma, and occasionally it showed in his language. Though normally, he sounded like any other English professor, when he was emotionally overwrought, he found comfort in returning to his roots. Oklahoma was still planted deep in Sam's soul.
Pleasant pangs of excitement pulsed through Mimi's veins. She liked attention. She had been getting a lot of it since she came to America, both from her husband and from strangers. She was in the mood for more.
She drained her bourbon and stretched back languorously against the pillows. She spread her thighs wide. Her robe fell open so the thick black curls of her cunt-hair were exposed to Sam's view. She wriggled her ass-cheeks up off the bed. "Eat my cunt, Sam darleeng… I am so hungry for eet." Though Mimi already spoke good English when she met Sam, it was he who had taught her her new vocabulary of 'naughty' words. She liked the feel of them on her tongue. She used them a lot in private. "Don't you like my pussy?" She could see by the gleam in his eye that he did.
Sam poured himself another shot of bourbon and drained it. He wiped his neat goatee with the back of his hand. He started toward the bed. In all his years of experience, Sam had never met a cunt like Mimi's cunt. She did things to him no woman before her had ever been able to do. Any invitation from Mimi was like a one-way ticket to heaven. He never could refuse her. Mimi had revived the sex drive he had thought he was losing. She made him feel like a ravenous kid again.
At first he had worried about taking on a wife almost twenty years his junior. He wasn't sure if he could keep up with her. He was delighted to find that there were no problems in that direction. He should have stopped worrying, but Sam was a chronic worrier. It was a basic part of his makeup. So he still saw every man that Mimi looked at as a potential threat. Every time she opened her legs for him, the threat evaporated, for a while. He needed the assurance of her hot cunt, the way other men needed praise from the boss or a winning score from their favorite team.
"Not so fast, Sammee… I want to see your cock. Get eet out for me."
Sam loved the way she said 'cock', the way the word exploded from her mouth. It made his cock throb to hear her. Slowly, relishing her interest, he pulled down his zipper, pulled out his swelling cock.
Her red lips formed an enticing oval. "Ooooh… eet ees so beautiful!" Her dark-thatched pussy wiggled impatiently. "Now, eat my cunt!"
He crawled between her thighs, his stiffened cock bouncing beneath him. He reached for the moist lips of her pink pussy and spread them wide. Her cunt-slit gaped open for him. A drop of moisture made her hole gleam like a diamond. He stuck out his tongue and stabbed her right in her vulnerable little cunt.
"Eeeeeeee… Her dark head, relaxed back on the pillows. Her eyes closed dreamily. Mimi enjoyed the wonderful freedom of being able to yield up all responsibility for her pleasure to the capable talents of her loving husband. She knew Sam would do everything in his power to make her feel good. And she loved to feel good. Oh, how she loved it…! Mmmmmmm… more… I like that… oui… like that!"
Sam's greatest satisfaction was to hear the sounds of pleasure burst from his wife's lips when he was loving her the way she liked it. He considered himself an expert on the little ways to bring a woman pleasure. Mimi appreciated them all. She praised him loudly. Her cunt flared hot and wet for him. She bathed his ego in lusty passion.
His hard cock swayed under him as he worked. He pushed her legs wide open and buried his face in her cunt. He stabbed his tongue again and again far into the clasping depths of her pussy. His lips nibbled her soft fleshy cunt-lips. They sucked on the hard bud of her clitoris. When he could feel her growing weaker under him, he delivered the coup de grace. He licked his tongue savagely up and down, up and down, the whole length of her pulsing pussy. He stabbed her asshole on each downward thrust. He attacked her clitoris at the top of the ride. He thought from listening to her that she would go put of her mind with excitement. "A aaahhhhhh… ooooohhhh, Sammeeee… I'm cunimmmmeeng-g-g!" She was lost in the warm wash of pleasure. Mimi reacted strongly to stimuli. Attention from strange men. Jealousy from her husband. Hot lips on her curd. The knowledge that Sam's stiff cock was there, hot and throbbing for her. Each element added an extra notch to her abandon. When it came, her orgasm was tense furious explosion.
It made her greedy for more. She ground her cunt into his face harder than ever.
Once he got this first testimony to his skill as a lover, Sam liked to break all records in taking his woman still higher… and higher. Listening to Mimi cum made his balls ache. It made his cock swell that last millimeter to aching rigidity. He dove more furiously into the slick well of her cunt. His mouth worked with the skill of a musician's fingers on the keyboard. He sucked the warm pussy-juices right out of her.
Mimi liked to be pampered by her lover. Once he had selflessly brought her her first tastes of pleasure, then she was ready to give as well as she got. It was part of a ritual with her. She liked to show her power, her value by making the man come to her. Then, when he had slaved for her just long enough, she immersed herself in the joy of being slave to another's lust. She abandoned her pretenses. She let down her hair.
"Move thees way, Sam. I want to suck your cock while you eat me." Those sexy words in that matter-of-fact voice sent a jolt of passion through the length and breadth of Sam's body. Without taking his face from between her legs, he worked himself around so his hard cock was positioned in front of her face. He tongued her clitoris with sensual abandon, waiting for the moment her skilled mouth would attack his swollen cock. "Mmmmmm, Mimi honey… You have got the sweetest little cunt! It tastes so good! Better than eggs to a possum!"
He felt her slender fingers clutch his cock. His cock was so sensitized, he could feel her hot breath pouring over it as she prepared herself to take his whole girth between her lips. "Oooohh, Sammee… I love your cock, eet ees soooo beautiful! Mmmmmmm…"
It was happening. The tight oval of her lips was slipping down, down over the fleshy hardness of his cock-shaft. She was bathing his whole throbbing cock in a warm clinging wash of liquid ambrosia. "Aaiieee… oh Mimi baby! What a mouth!"
Without giving him even an instant to accustom himself to her hot mouth-pleasure, she began to work her lips back and forth over his cock. She grew more aggressive, raising her head up so her mouth was actually working up and down, coating his cock with slick steaming saliva. She straddled his face with her loins, mounting his tongue. She ground her cunt down against his mouth, matching the rhythm of her hips to that of her bobbing head.
Sam was rapidly losing consciousness of everything but the heated lips and tongue servicing his cock… and the savory pussy lurching down against big face. Like a driven animal, he strained his neck upward to stab every hidden fold and crevice of her hungry cunt. While his lips gobbled up her juices, his hips began to squirm upward. Hs was driving his cock up into her mouth now, feeding himself to her. Forcing her to suck his cock at the pace his loins dictated.
Mimi was more than a match for his building lust. Strange little sounds burst out around his turgid cock as she struggled to overwhelm him with the skilled gyrations of her lips and her mobile tongue.
Her tongue stabbed recklessly into the slit in his glans, probing for drops of love juices, licking them up greedily. Fed with the inciting taste of his fluids, her tongue swirled round and round his cocktip, slipping on down until suddenly his whole cock was up inside her greedy throat. She tightened her lips around the base of his cock, then started her hypnotic up and down rhythm. Just as he was getting used to the tempo of her pleasure, she switched gears on him, changed her technique. Overwhelmed him again with the enthusiasms and imagination of her tongue-loving.
Bight from the first time he had made love to her, Sam had known that he had to have Mimi for his own. He thought she was a sensational lover, far better than any American woman he had ever known. Mimi could feel and respond with every inch of herself. When she was in the mood, her whole body was a sex organ. That was what made her so special. That was why a blowjob from Mimi was unlike any he had ever had elsewhere. Her mouth was so supple. Her tongue was so greedy. She threw all of herself into the act. She made him vibrate all over with pleasure, the way she herself was doing.
Stimulated by her wanton abandon, Sam nuzzled her cunt like a bear ferreting for honey. He sniffed and poked and licked and blew on her hot hole until Mimi was squirming and squealing for more. With an evil grin, he drew on further reserves of strength, forcing himself to give her what she wanted… determined to make this next orgasm something special for her, the way he wanted them all to be for her. "Ya-hoo! What a woman I've got!" He allowed himself just enough time to blurt out the words, then he returned his mouth to her damp spasming cunt.
With all her Gaelic joy in sex, Mimi nudged her pussy into her husband's face. The brunette was on an endless high. Her body was tingling. Her mind was buzzing with thoughts and sensations. She remembered the way the handsome taxi driver on the way over to the hotel had eyed her in the rear-view mirror. She remembered the smiles and furtive second looks that had greeted her in the lobby. She remembered the bellboy's wistful gaze. America was such an exciting place. Already the young bride knew she was going to have a wonderful time here.
Fiercely, she drove her mouth down again and again onto Sam's thick throbbing cock. She loved to feel the tip of his cock nose its way deep into the back of her throat. She took pride in being able to take all her husband's cock on every instroke. It was a feat she had repeated with every man she had ever known. The woman had a natural talent for opening her throat deep for cock.
"Mmmmmmm… hhnnnhhhhh…" Her nerveendings were on fire. Mimi was going out of her mind with excitement. Her mouth worked faster. Her hips kept up with her mouth. She was pounding Sam's face mercilessly. Her talented tongue showed no mercy to his cock either. With all the energy of her released sexuality, she willed Sam to ride the high ride with her. "Oooohhhh… I'm cuuuumm-eeennngggg-g-g!"
For the second time that evening, Mimi felt the explosive sparklers of orgasm shoot through her. Even as she enjoyed the jolting happiness in her cunt, she forced herself to return her mouth to her husband's cock. She wanted Sam's cum-juices. She wanted to suck them right out of him. With the tempting song of Satan, her mouth fluttered over his swollen cock.
Sam was sure there was no man on earth who could resist Mimi once she set her mind to sucking out his juices. The big man grunted and shot his loins downward as he started to pump his hot cum into her mouth. "Uuuuhhh… shit! Eat my cum, Mimi honey!"
It was not necessary for Sam to encourage his wife in her task. Swallowing his thick load was her reward for a job well done. She took it all down with wanton relish. She sucked his cock-tip for the last stray drops. Sure at last that she had all there was to get, she began to mewl contentedly, pulling gently on his deflating cock as though it were a pacifier.
Sam lay heavily on her, savoring the relaxation that made his body shun all thought of effort. He rested his cheek against her cunt-mound. For a moment he thought of his old buddy Ken Tate. Tate's eyes would bug out for sure when he saw Mimi. Sam would be the proudest man in town. This time, he knew that he had out-matched his old friendly rival.
As far as Sam was concerned, there wasn't a woman in the whole U.S.A. who could hold a candle to Mimi.