The three of them crawled under the sheet, and she lay with Armand on one side and Rick on the other. She wondered where Judy was, but as she thought about her, she remembered Brandon too. She had learned a lot in the past thirty-six hours, and she was not certain she could ever go back to him.
It was not that she didn't love him, she did. She loved him more than anything, but so much about their life had been dull, and he had sought his pleasure elsewhere. The only time she ever had fun was when they were with Rick and Judy. At times they may have joked about sex, but nothing had ever happened between them until these past few days. If Brandon didn't want her, at least she'd have sex friends in Rick and Judy – if they let her do that.
She thought she had dozed off and started to dream, because when she opened her eyes and looked to the doorway, Brandon was standing there naked.
"Brandon?" she said.
Armand came quickly awake. He sat upright and jumped from the bed. "Who are you?" he asked.
"I'm Leslie's husband," Brandon said. He took one step as if to attack, but he stopped when Armand came around the bed.
The two stood perfectly still and naked, glaring at each other for a long moment, then Armand, relying on his natural charm, bowed his head slightly. "You're welcome to enjoy your wife. Perhaps the four of us …"
"No!" Leslie said, but mentally, she added, Not yet.
Some things had to be explained.
"It's okay," Rick whispered from beside her. "Let it play out."
To confuse matters even further, Judy stepped into the room. She was naked too, and she brought her hand over Brandon's cock.
"I straightened some things out with Brandon," Judy said, smiling.
Leslie felt a pang of jealousy stab through her chest, but she quickly understood that she had little right to be jealous after the long night she had spent with Armand.
"We told him about your lessons," Judy said, "and we gave him a little lesson of our own."
Brandon's cock had already started to engorge in Judy's hand, and Leslie felt the jealousy again. She felt something else as well, and she was not quite sure what it was. During this exchange, she had been looking into Rick's eyes, expecting him to be furious. Instead, there was a hurt expression and perhaps a look of love too, but these last two days had nothing to do with love. It had to do with the other thing – it had to do with fucking.
"I don't want you to be mad at me about this, but I can't be sorry. I've learned to much these past couple of days, and I hope I can teach you some things."
"Such a beautiful meeting among the lovers," Armand said, sarcastically.
"Shut up," Leslie said.
"Do you know who you are speaking to?"
"Of course she does," Judy said. "Why don't you get dressed and go to work. Don't you have a bistro to open?"
"Armand, you're a wonderful fuck, but no more than that, so don't be so damned possessive," Leslie said, with her new courage taking hold.
"What nonsense is this?" said Armand.
"I've come to fuck my wife," Brandon said.
Leslie was startled. He sounded nothing like the Brandon she left in America, and she liked it. It was not just the power behind his words, but was his use of "fuck." She rarely heard him use it, and never in the context of sex.
"Maybe all five of us can get some fun?" Brandon said.
"Ah yes, the orgy as you say," said Armand. He looked at Leslie for approval, but she gave none. Instead, she challenged him. "I'm not interested in an orgy. I just want to fuck my husband."
"Ooooo la," Armand muttered. "The woman has learned nothing."
"Au contraire!" Leslie said. "I've learned a hell of a lot, and I'm sure Brandon will appreciate it."
She curled her fingers, beckoning Brandon to her. "Rick, go to your wife," she said.
Brandon didn't seem to understand at all. He was mesmerized, and he shouldn't even have been confused, Leslie thought. Certainly, Judy had explained all that had happened, as well as the reasons, or Brandon would have been fighting with Armand and Rick by now.
Brandon's cock rose between them as he looked down at her, and she liked that. Instead of letting him join her on the bed, she slid from the bed and brushed past Rick to her husband, who wrapped his arms around her.
"And what am I to do?" Armand said.
"Go open your bistro like Judy told you," Leslie said.
If the man had any depth to his character, he would throw them all out. Instead, he simply shrugged and turned to Rick and Judy.
"I have another room," he said. "Let the loving couple have this one."
"We can work it out in here," Rick said, and he began to stroke his fingers over his wife's body.
"This is too much like love," Armand said, disgusted, "And as you say I do have to get ready."
With her arms wrapped around Brandon, Leslie felt a deeper emotion she had ever felt in her life. She had made love to Brandon many times – or rather, he had made love to her. Kisses, touches, insertion, and intercourse had been their pattern. Always in the missionary position, always so quickly on his part, as if he were afraid to do it.
It would be different now, she thought, as Brandon kissed her softly. She responded with an equally soft kiss, but in only a few seconds, she slid her tongue between his lips. At first, he resisted as she had resisted his tongue when they first dated.
Maybe that was where their relationship went wrong, she thought. When she got married, she was not only a virgin, but was virginal as well. She was shy, and afraid of sex. She had never given a hand job or blow job, and she had never allowed a lover to touch her pussy, although she had allowed Rick to touch her breasts.
They were still standing, his cock between them. "I'm sorry," he said.
"I'm not, and I hope you understand."
"I think I do. Judy explained it."
She turned Brandon toward the bed and pushed him backward so that his legs were over the side.
"I've wanted to do this since the moment I met you, but I was afraid," she said, and she went slowly to her knees on the floor.
Brandon went back on his elbows, and wide-eyed, he watched as she took his cock in her hand and smiled up at him.
Her mother had never told her not to do this, but her mother had never caught her doing this. That made it easier to overcome than the life-long fear of masturbating herself. She had practiced with Rick and with Armand, and she had practiced other things with Judy.
"It's a nice cock," she said, almost as if she were speaking to herself.
She put her hand all the way around it and stroked it up and down, her hand gripping the outer flesh as she slid it over the hard, inner rod.
"I've been waiting three years for you to do that," Brandon said.
"And I've been waiting three years for you to do it." As she finished her sentence, she pulled his cock toward her and wet the head with just the tip of her tongue.
"And that too," he said.
"Oh, yes."
With her tongue, she touched and touched and touched again – and with each touch, he shuddered.
This was like lovemaking, yet it was more than lovemaking. It was a powerful sensation, that filled them with not only pleasure but anticipation.
"Suck it," he said. "Please suck it."
Leslie smiled to herself, knowing she was teasing him. She kept her tongue moving, not yet covering the head with her lips, and he started to bounce his ass off the bed like a little boy in a tantrum.
"Please, please," he cried.
"Okay," she said, and still holding the shaft, she brought her mouth all the way over the head. She closed her wet lips over her teeth and pulled his cock into her mouth, continuing to roll her tongue.
"It's good. Yes, it's good," he said.
She let his cock slide over her tongue and out from between her moist lips and she looked up at him. "I know it's good," she said, and she felt her power.
She rose to her feet and looked down at him.
"What are you doing?" he said.
"Slide back," she said, and she grinned at him.
For a moment, he resisted obeying her, but finally he crawled back on his elbows and ass.
"I'm going to give you the fuck of a lifetime," she said, and she crawled backward and sat on his lap with her back to him.
From the corner of her eye, she saw Rick and Judy against the wall. They were watching Brandon and Leslie, but they were stroking each other too. If they wanted a show, she would give it to them. This would be her first real fuck with Brandon, yet it would be her truest lovemaking.
She spread the crack of her pussy as she backed into her husband's lap. Then she took his cock in her hand again, and drew back on it.
Armand had taught her the ways of her own pleasure, and she rubbed the pliant, wet head of Brandon's cock against her clit and the soft tissue inside the folds. For the moment, she felt the pleasure only at her clit, yet she anticipated a greater pleasure to come.
"Nice," she said.
"It feels so damn good," Brandon said.
She moved it back and forth, gathering the wetness of her pussy against the wetness of his pre-come. She felt the pleasure at her clit, and she knew he was feeling the pleasure as well, but this could not go on forever. She had started this thing because she wanted to fuck him – and fuck him, she would.
Still holding his cock, she slid it down the crack and to the opening. Until two days ago, it had been tight from the lack of use and knowledge. Now, even the anticipation of sex caused her pussy to moisten and flower and to engulf his cock.
Moaning, Brandon slid all the way inside her. "Oh, God!"
"Yes," she said very calmly, and began to move forward and backward over his belly, up and down over his cock. He moaned his approval and she smiled at his pleasure.
In the doorway, Rick turned Judy into his arms, but Leslie did not care about them now. Leslie cared only about Brandon and herself and the pleasure she was giving and receiving.
Until now, she had been gentle and loving. She loved Brandon so much, but this was not supposed to be about love. She began to gyrate more violently with her tits swinging from side to side, and even her bouncing tits gave her pleasure now.
"Yes, oh, yes. Fuck me, Brandon."
"Yes," he said and he started to bounce up at her, his back arching from the bed, his cock thrusting even deeper into her pussy.
"This is fucking," she said. "This is what I have always wanted. Yes, I have always wanted you to fuck me like I have never been fucked before. Oh, damn you, Brandon. What took you so long to do this?"
"I didn't know. Oh, yes. Fuck me, Leslie. Oh, yes, fuck me. Pleassssse."
"I am, I am," she said, breathing harder.
Up and down she went. Around and around she went. She was fucking him, yes, but he was fucking her too, and it was how it should have been forever.
Her time with Rick and Judy had been good. Her time with Armand had been good too. They had taught her, and she had learned from them so that now she could fuck the man she wanted to fuck above all others. She wanted to fuck Brandon and she was doing it. She had wanted to fuck her own husband so bad and for so long.
In the doorway, Rick and Judy were fucking against the frame. Judy leaned forward and Rick fucking her from behind.
Only Armand was without a fuck, and he was not even in the room anymore.
"Come for me, Brandon. Come for me."
"Yes, I will. I'll come for you. I'm coming for you. Yes, I am. Oh, yes, yes. This is it. I love you so much."
"And I love you, and I love fucking you even more."
"Yes. Yes," he said.
Brandon's body went stiff, with his ass of the bed, but his cock stayed hard, and she felt the gush inside her. Even as he came, he tried to rock up at her, tried to give her even more pleasure.
After a moment, he slowed and stopped, and a bit later, his cock slipped from her pussy, and she saw the smile that remained on his lips.
Oh, what a delicious feeling, she thought.
"Leslie, you are unbelievably great!" Brandon said.
"We'll straighten things out. Oh, damn, yes we will. I can feel that you're already straightening something out. Oh, that felt so goooood. I'm so sorry about…"
"Shhh."
"We're going to have a hell of a time when we get home," Judy said from the doorway as she and Rick stepped toward them, holding hands.
"Yes," Brandon said. "But Leslie and I have a lot of catching up to do on our own."
"Not yet," Judy said, and she and Rick joined them on the bed.
Judy and Leslie sat next too each other, and each man cradled his own wife and fondled her breast.
"I have a bistro to open," said Armand, now fully clothed but you are free to stay until I can join you again this evening."
"Perhaps," Judy said.
Not a chance, Leslie thought, and when Armand went downstairs, she looked from Judy, to Rick.
"Damn, I love fucking," Leslie said.
"Don't we all," Judy said.
"It was worth the trip," Brandon said.
Judy turned to Leslie, and brought her tongue to Leslie's in a delicious air kiss.
"I've learned enough here," Leslie said. "Now let's all go back to the hotel and fuck each other's brains out."
"Oh, yeah," Brandon said, and he nuzzled Leslie's ear. "Let's all go fuck."