ALANA'S CONFESSION

Mmm yes! Kiss me again like that. Kiss me hard. Ooh, 
God! That feels so good! I love getting back home and 
lying naked here in bed with you after these long 
transcontinental flights.

I know you're eager to hear all about my trip to Paris 
aren't you Dear. Ahh, I can tell how much you've 
missed me. This dick of yours is so nice and hard in 
my hand. I know you're dying to fuck me and believe 
me, I'm dying to fuck you too. You're the best husband 
a gal ever had. And I'm so hot for you right now.

But I know you want to hear all about my trip don't 
you? You want me to set your mind at ease. 

You know I'm always honest with you Baby? But every 
time I get home from one of my trips to Europe you 
always want to know whether I cheated on you -- 
whether I obeyed the rules.

And you know I always, always, tell you the truth. I 
didn't cheat and I never have... But... Well -- there 
IS a little something I have to tell you about. Ahhh 
yes, keep stroking my pussy and I'll tell you all 
about it. There, Mmm. Good. That's right, just like 
that. 

Okay here's the story: Now you know before I left, I 
promised you -- just as I always do -- that I would 
obey the rules and not let another man fuck me. I 
promised you no man would get his hands on this pussy 
or even so much as touch my breasts. I told you I 
would NOT let another man even kiss me. Well I'll tell 
you right now, I kept my word.

By the way, Kara made the same promise to her husband. 
Before we go on these trips, we both pledge not to 
fuck other men, kiss other men, or let other men get 
their hands on our tits or our cunts.

But I must confess... um... some things happened this 
time... Oooh, I'm getting wet just thinking about it. 
Can you feel my pussy juice soaking your fingers? I am 
going to share everything with you so there are no 
secrets between us.

Don't look so scared Honey. I obeyed all the rules. 
Keep fingering my clit. I'm getting so juicy!

Anyway, the night we got in, Kara and I were a little 
jet-lagged. We checked into our room and went down to 
the hotel bar to relax and unwind with a few drinks.

After a while, we noticed a French guy checking me 
out. He was kinda handsome. And I have to admit it, 
Honey, it was flattering to have a good-looking man 
looking at my body with such enthusiasm.

Finally he came over to our table and struck up a 
conversation with us. It was really pretty funny 
because, as you know, I don't speak a word of French 
and he didn't speak a word of English. Kara had to 
translate for us.

We made small talk for a while and we learned his name 
was Pierre. He was a waiter in a nearby restaurant.

Well he kept looking at my boobs and I suppose I 
should have been offended, but the poor guy was just 
so taken with me. I couldn't even get mad. He was 
actually kind of shy and so cute.

We had a few more drinks and I guess we were all 
starting to get a little tipsy. 

Finally he said something and Kara covered her mouth 
and blushed and giggled.

"What did he say?" I asked her.

She kept blushing and at first she wouldn't tell me 
but I urged her on and at last she said, "He wants to 
see your tits," she said.

"What?!" I asked her, completely caught off-guard.

She and Pierre kept talking for a minute and then she 
said, "He's asking if you would please, please, please 
let him come up to our room and watch you bare your 
breasts for him."

"Did you tell him I'm a married woman?" I asked her. I 
was shocked but I was also very flushed and kinda 
tingly.

She said, "Yes. And he promises he will behave 
himself. He says he just wants to come up to the room 
and see your tits. He says they look so tempting 
through your blouse, he just HAS to see them 
uncovered. He promises he will sit on a chair and not 
even try to touch you. He just wants you to kneel on 
the bed, and expose your breasts for him."

He clasped his hands together like a beggar and said, 
"S'il vous plait, s'il vous plait, s'il vous plait!" I 
had to laugh.

Now Honey don't get mad. It was very flattering and 
exciting to have this good-looking stranger drooling 
over me.

I said, "Kara what should I do?" I knew it was a crazy 
idea but I must admit I was getting really turned on 
to the idea.

"Well," she said, "It wouldn't really be cheating. 
I'll be there to chaperone and make sure he behaves 
himself. And he wants to see them sooo bad..."

Well, Darling, I didn't think it would be so terrible 
to let him just look. After all, it wasn't against the 
rules. And he wanted it so bad. 

So we all went up to the room. 

Just as he said he would, Pierre sat politely on a 
chair facing the bed. He was wearing tight jeans and I 
tried not to look at his crotch but it was pretty hard 
not to notice he was... well, very, very excited.

Kara sat beside him in another chair facing the bed.

I didn't figure you'd mind. I went into the bedroom 
and took off all my clothes except for my brief 
panties. I put on a long-sleeve button shirt and 
buttoned it all the way up.

Then I walked out -- dressed in just my panties and 
the shirt. He was so wide-eyed when he saw me. It 
kinda gave me the shivers.

I knelt there on the bed facing him. He was just four 
feet away and Kara was right there beside him in her 
chair. To tell you the truth, she was kind of excited 
too. She was getting a vicarious thrill out of it.

Oh, Darling, you should have seen the hunger in his 
eyes as I started to unbutton the shirt very slowly. 
You'd have been so proud that I was your wife. I was a 
little timid at first but when I saw how wide his eyes 
were I started to get more and more into it.

He and Kara kept talking in French and Kara would 
translate for me every now and then "He loves them!" 
she said. "He says they're beautiful... perfect... He 
says he loves the way they stand up so nice and pert."

And I must admit he was making me very proud of them. 
They were standing up full and perky, and my nipples 
were hard as rocks.

"He wants to see you touch them," Kara said. And I 
blushed a little at first, but something just came 
over me and before I knew it, I was cupping them and 
thrusting them out toward him. I fingered my nipples, 
running my index fingers around them, then moving my 
hands away to give him a full view.

He was actually slobbering a little and I saw him 
leaning in toward them. I knew he wanted to get his 
hands and lips on them. But I didn't break the rules. 
I teased him, wagging my finger and saying "No, no, 
no... naughty boy! You can look but you can't touch."

And, well, forgive me Honey, but I noticed the bulge 
in the front of his pants was getting really big now -
- I mean REALLY big. He saw me notice and that seemed 
to excite him even more.

I kept moving my shoulders back and forth in a slow, 
slow shimmy, deliberately teasing him. At some point 
he said something to Kara and she laughed and blushed. 
I could see that whatever he said was very exciting 
and intriguing to her.

"What?" I asked her, "What did he say?"

She spoke to him again, as if she was just making 
sure, and he nodded and spoke back to her in his sexy 
French.

"He wants to know..." Kara said, blushing and 
laughing, "He wants to know if you would mind if he 
takes down his pants and plays with his dick as he 
watches you."

I laughed and said, "Oh I couldn't let him do that!" 
But I must admit, Honey, the idea gave me goose bumps. 
There's nothing I wanted more at that moment than for 
him to show me that dick and let me see -- close-up 
and personal -- just exactly HOW MUCH the sight of my 
breasts was exciting him.

"Do you think I should?" I asked Kara. And she said, 
"Well it's not like you'd be cheating. I mean you 
wouldn't be breaking the rules. It's kinda mean to 
make him stay all confined like that. Don't you 
think?"

I took another look at the imprint of his hard cock 
pressing against the front of his jeans and I really, 
really wanted to see it.

"Well, okay," I said, (because frankly, Dear, I must 
confess I was dying to get a look at what he had there 
between his legs) "But tell him I don't want him to 
take his jeans and underpants all the way off. Tell 
him he can take them down to his ankles but to leave 
them on."

Kara translated and his eyes lit up like light bulbs. 
He undid his belt, stood up and slid those jeans and 
jockeys down and... Wow! Kara and I just gawked in 
amazement.

It was huge, Honey. I mean it was gigantic and it 
stood up so tall and hard for me! I just felt so 
desired and so lusted after.

I know the sight of it was making my nipples get even 
harder and my boobs were thrusting up prouder and 
prouder. And as he saw that happening to them, his 
enormous dick got even bigger. He was gushing 
precum... Just like you are now, Dear. He was working 
it nice and slow and with a kind of flourish -- maybe 
that's the French way. But it looked pretty goddamn 
good to this aroused American girl!

And Kara's eyes were absolutely popping out of her 
head. "Boy oh boy," she said, "He's got the biggest 
dick I've ever seen! And he jacks it so expertly 
doesn't he?"

She kept looking from his cock to my tits and I 
realized she was at least as turned on as Pierre and I 
were.

Finally Pierre leaned way back in the chair and moaned 
loud and long: "Ahhhhhhnggg," he groaned.

He straightened his strong bare legs and lifted his 
ass about six inches off the chair cushion and thrust 
his egg-sized balls out toward me. And all of a sudden 
he was shooting sperm like Old Faithful. I mean it 
went everywhere.

And as I watched him cum, I noticed my right hand had 
slid down into the front of my panties and I was 
stroking myself like crazy.

And what's more, when I looked back at Kara, I saw 
that she had her hand under her dress and inside her 
panties and she too was fingering her clit.

At the same exact moment, she and I both started to 
cum, shrieking at the top of our lungs. When we caught 
our breath, all three of us started laughing like 
crazy. It was so hot and bizarre what we had just done 
together.

Then, Pierre, just like the perfect gentleman he was, 
pulled up his pants and stood up. "Merci," he said to 
me, politely bowing. And he said something to Kara and 
left the room.

"What did he say?" I asked her.

"He said maybe he will see us tomorrow night if we're 
in the bar. He's going to be there with a friend of 
his from work."

For about an hour after he had gone, Kara and I lay in 
the dark and talked about what an exciting night we'd 
had. And I we both said we wished we had you and 
George there to fuck us. I was really longing for you.

Ohh! What is it Honey? You seem upset... Oh now honey 
please don't be like that. I hate to see that frown on 
your face. I didn't think you would mind. I mean I 
played by the rules and gosh, it just made me more and 
more hot and eager to come home and fuck you like 
crazy.

Oh Honey please don't pout... Ohh what's this? Here 
you are with this look of jealousy and outrage in your 
eyes, and acting all put out. But what's this? Why 
your dick feels just like steel. And whooo. Why is 
there so much precum oozing out on my hand?

Don't be mad at me. I promised not to break the rules 
and I didn't... It's your call Hon. I'll just stop 
talking right now and you can go sleep on the sofa to 
punish me, or you can stay here and listen to what 
happened the next night... 

I see you're still here. So I assume you want to hear 
the rest of my confession. Am I right? 

Well okay. Here's the rest of the story...