As always, thanks for taking the time to read, and even, comment. We are coming to the end of this trip, soon at least! For better or for worse, eh? Thanks to Kenji for his constant attention, and highlighting. Thanks to Paolo for his encouragement, too.
Chapter 97
Saturday in Paris
Tom POV
We woke the next morning, the Parisian sun shimmering through the louvred slats of the balcony door. Chrissie and Emily made their way to my chest, lightly kissing, but firmly holding me. I wrapped my arms around these two, holding them just as tight. At our first good morning kisses, we all scampered from the bed to the ensuite, taking turns to pee, and brush. Just as quickly, we were safely under the thick duvet, the warmth welcome from the morning chill.
“Good morning, darling man,” Chrissie cooed, seductively. “Thank you again for yesterday. It was one of the best days of my life, sweetheart. I…I loved every moment…with you both,” she sighed, leaning up, and kissing Emily.
Emily looked up from my chest, smiled, kissed me, and whispered, “Mine, too, Tom. Thank you for…everything. How do you feel this morning?” she asked.
“Well, this is the best honeymoon a guy could ever ask for!” I smirked. “This really is for you both, you know. I…I love spoiling you,” I sighed.
“And you do, darling. Every day. Just by being with us, you do. We love you, sweetheart. So, so much,” Ems whispered. “So. Plans for today?”
“Well, we have a ten o’clock appointment…and no, don’t ask where, okay?” I smiled.
They both pouted, but too bad!
“So…any idea what we could do until then?” I asked, my eyebrows twitching all over.
“Is it too early for breakfast? I’m famished,” Chrissie giggled, and quickly rolled over on top of me, her body moving between my legs. “Whatcha think, darling?” she grinned, kissing my chest, her hands swirling through my hair. “Any ideas?”
Emily rose, opened the drapes, and the door to the balcony, leaving the glass doors closed, though. She stood in the morning light, and stretched her gorgeous body, arms raised above her head, her breasts bared to Paris, her lacy panties hiding her womanhood.
“Isn’t she beautiful, Tom? We have such a delicious wife, don’t we?” Chrissie smiled, her little tits rubbing my chest.
“I have two beautiful wives, Chrissie,” I sighed, my hands holding her trim ass, pulling her onto my morning hardness.
“Kiss me, darling,” Chrissie moaned, her lips finding mine with ease.
We tenderly pecked each other, then our lips hovered over each other, not quite touching, our eyes
staring at each other. Chrissie leaned in, lightly kissing my cheeks, and drawing closer to my lips, teasing me with her gentle touch. She moved her hips over my hard shaft slowly, our kisses slow and languid now. Our fingers stroked each other’s hair, Chrissie’s falling on my face. I could feel Emily crawl back into the bed, her hands on Chrissie’s back, and my hair. She leaned down, kissed my shoulder and groaned.
“You’re both so beautiful,” she whispered, and kissed Chrissie’s shoulder. “Take your wife, Tom,” she sighed, and buried her head in my neck, inhaling then kissing me. “I want to watch you make love to her, darling.”
Just as quickly, she rose up, pulled the heavy duvet from us, and pushed it to the floor. She kneeled there, looking at us both, her hands tenderly rubbing Chrissie’s hair, then her shoulders, down her back, and settling on her little butt. Chrissie returned to unhurriedly kissing me, both of us relaxing into this morning’s connection. Emily moved down the bed, and slid between Chrissie’s legs. I didn’t know where ’til I heard a long, ‘Oooooh’ from Chrissie, and looked down, Emily’s face was buried in Chrissie’s svelte crevice, her tongue lashing between her cheeks. Chrissie’s pelvis moved around, rubbing my cock with her trim body.
“Kiss my ass, Em. Lick me, baby,” Chrissie moaned. “Mmmm. Just…like…that.”
Chrissie was moaning into my mouth, the added thrill of Ems tonguing her adding to her morning fever. She rocked her hips over my hard shaft, then lifted up, pushing her ass into Emily’s face. Our kisses became more impassioned, our hands tugging each other’s hair, as she rubbed her breasts over my chest. We stayed in this loose connection for ten, maybe fifteen minutes, none of us in a hurry on this beautiful Parisian morning.
Our kisses, and stroking, ebbed and flowed, both of us pulling back, but building each other up slowly. I could feel Emily’s fingers sliding through Chrissie’s labia, tickling my balls with every gentle stroke. My hard cock was pressed between our bodies, my pre-cum leaking onto our stomachs, my hands on Ems’s head, holding her firm on Chrissie’s ass. Emily must have just been slowly stroking Chrissie, playing with her, but she was past foreplay now. She pushed her butt up, Emily lifting her head and smiling. She grasped Chrissie’s shoulders, and pulled her back ’til she kneeled. She leaned in, kissed Chrissie’s shoulders, and whispered, “Take him, darling,” and moved to the head of the bed, her legs swinging over my head, now facing Chrissie, and her moist pussy over my mouth. My hands grasped her butt, and I pulled her cunt onto my face. She wiped her wetness across my face, and then pushed down, her scent filling my head. I felt Chrissie grab my cock and run it through her wet labia, holding my firmness in her little hands ’til she lifted, and impaled herself, taking me in one long thrust. I moaned into Ems’s cunt, her juices flowing, as I swallowed her exertions.
Chrissie calmly slid her pelvis over my groin, my hard prick deep inside her, as I had one hand on Emily’s ass, the other fondling Chrissie’s breast. Emily leant forward, as Chrissie did, and I felt their bodies close the gap, their arms around each other, kissing each other firmly, as Chrissie rode my stiff member, and Ems rode my face, moving her hips over my mouth.
I moved my tongue along her split gash, revelling in her leaking sap. I put both hands on her hips and lifted her, my tongue teasing her vulva as I made tiny circles around her full lips. She used my flexible muscle to fuck herself, her body now back in control. I could feel Chrissie’s pelvic muscles grabbing my cock, every deep thrust accompanied by a long, and sultry ‘Aaaaaah’. Emily’s scent saturated my brain, Chrissie being the recipient of my growing desire. I shoved my cock deep inside her, my hips lifting off the bed, penetrating her depths. I held myself up, and let her fuck herself on my hard pole, whilst Ems dripped more of her juices into my mouth. I moved my mouth along Emily’s pussy, and swiped my tongue on her little bud. She shook, moaned, and wiped her cunt across my face again.
I brought my hands between them, fondling both their heaving breasts, and flicked my tongue on Emily’s hard clit, whilst thrusting my cock into Chrissie’s slippery valley. I lifted Ems’s heavy breast, tweaking her nipples, as she pushed her cunt harder across my mouth. God, how I loved the smell of her sex. I moved my hands to Chrissie’s pulsing, tight stomach, and slipped a finger onto her clit, her hips still furiously fucking my stiffness. My groin was soaked with our secretions, her hips now thrusting to and fro. I could feel her pelvic muscles grasp my cock, just as Emily creamed herself into my mouth. I heard their muffled cries, as they were kissing through their orgasms. I pushed my hips up, and streamed a long gush of cum deep inside my sister. Emily’s hips swayed across my tongue, emptying herself as she furiously kissed her wife. My hands went to Chrissie’s hips, as I pulled and pushed her small body, up and down on my cock, flush after flush of sperm filling her, dripping out of her and onto me. My moans into her pussy, set Emily off on another spew of climaxes. Their long, shuddering moves slowed, ’til they both stopped, kissing and holding each other, as Chrissie sat patiently on my still-hard prick, and Emily’s pussy dripping into my mouth. I felt used, but I’d get over it. I had to, finally, swat Emily’s ass, beckoning her to move. She lithely slipped off my face, and giggled. My face was covered in a sheen of her sex. Chrissie leant down, my empty cock still firmly in her, and licked my face. I could feel my cock quiver, ever hopeful for a resurgence. We both groaned as she slipped herself off me, falling to the bed.
We all breathed deeply, chuckling and loving each other. We gently slapped each other, all of us sweating and sated. Whilst Chrissie continued to lavish my face with kisses, and licks, Emily crawled down and grasped my cock, slowly licking the shaft of any residue. Her tongue cleaned my balls, and then sucked them into her mouth, then gingerly spitting them out.
Fuck me, I thought.
We lay together, touching and slapping, pinching and kissing.
Chrissie half-heartedly slid from the bed, and made us all a cold, elderflower cordial. We laid back against the solid headboard, and looked around, knowing how special, and lucky we were.
“This is perfect, Tom,” Chrissie sighed, and kissed me, then Ems. “Thank you…again.”
Emily buried her head in my neck, her arms around Chrissie and me.
“This…is real, isn’t it?” she giggled.
“For as long as you want it to be, Emily,” I whispered, and kissed her head.
We finally clambered from the too-comfortable bed, and headed for the shower. It was huge! We fit in easily, each grabbing a cloth and gel, and slowly washing each other. I pushed Ems against the wall, her breasts pressed up against the decadent, black onyx tiles, and swiped her ass with my soft cloth. I leaned into her and whispered, “I want your ass, darling,” and bit her neck.
“Anytime, darling,” she sighed, as she pushed back.
I felt Chrissie prodding my butt with her cloth, and she whispered, “If you get hers, I get yours,” she hissed.
Fuck me, I thought. Well, figuratively.
Ems slid from me, and knelt in front of Chrissie, licking her still cum-leaking pussy, whilst I played with her tight ass. We played and teased each other for another thirty minutes. We were getting tired and waterlogged, so I called a stop to things. We’d spend all day in bed if not, not a bad idea but I had plans for these two. Not too reluctantly, Chrissie turned the shower off, and we emerged, sated and clean. We tenderly dried each other, our tongues still eager for each other’s smells and textures.
After another forty-five minutes of drying and brushing hair, lingerie chosen and dresses donned, we were ready for breakfast. I wanted room service, but they both vetoed that, seeing the look in my eyes. We made our way to the exclusive dining area, all blonde wood, opulent and warm. It was one of the cosiest dining rooms I had ever been in. I asked for a corner table so the girls could people-watch to their hearts’ content. Chrissie recognised a few Cocteau drawings hanging, her mouth agape. We had a full breakfast, all croissants, souffléd eggs, bacon, plenty of fruit, and gorgeous fresh juices. We laughed, held hands, flirted, and kissed throughout, so a normal breakfast for us! We FaceTimed the kids, with Ben and Elaine joining the session. The kids looked so happy. Ben and Elaine had a whole day out planned with them. It made our weekend away guilt-free, almost! The waiters were discreet but aware when we needed something. One couldn’t ask for more. We headed back to our room, and relaxed with fresh coffee and tea on the balcony. The sun was rising and it was going to be a beautiful day.
“Tom…thank you again. This was so unexpected. Well, sort of! Knowing you, though…But really, you could not have picked a more apt hotel for our honeymoon, darling. This is…memorable,” Chrissie sighed, and we kissed.
“Can I just say something to you both?” Emily asked. “This…this is…overwhelming at times, darlings, but yes, thank you for everything,” she sighed.”I love what you have given me. You both listen to me, recognise me, and understand me. You’ve given me back my voice. You’ve both shown me all these things, and more, every day. Thank you…”
“And thank you both. This only works because of you two. You have both given me something so unexpected, but it seems, something I needed. I couldn’t be happier…with us,” I smiled. “Now! Places to go, people to meet!”
We cleaned up, Emily and Chrissie changed into their new shoes, and we headed out. They had both braided their hair, the look tantalisingly sexy. They looked boho and elegant at the same time. I couldn’t be prouder. We headed out after thanking the hotel manager for a wonderful breakfast. I took their hands, and we headed back to the shopping area we had browsed through yesterday. In fifteen minutes, we were outside the shop I was looking for. I lightly knocked on the door, the facade not giving any idea what was inside except for a small sign, emblazoned tastefully reading Parfums Sur Mesure.
“Madame De Bruijn?” I asked.
“Oui. Monsieur Lawrence?” the elegant woman asked, and invited us in.
I introduced Chrissie and Emily, reverting to English so they could take it all in.
She broke into impeccable English, and brought us into the shop. Chrissie and Emily still had no idea of what we were doing here. Perfume? Sure, it was a perfume shop, but so much more. I asked madame if she would kindly explain what we were doing here. She smiled, knowing from our correspondence that this was a surprise for them.
“Stephanie, please,” she said. “Now, what your husband has arranged for you both is a unique experience. What we will do today is discover your individual scent, and what embodies that fragrance. Together, we shall find the perfume that personifies you both. We have all day if necessary, d’accord?”
Chrissie and Emily just stared at me, not believing what I had arranged. I was thrilled. Chrissie whispered, “What have you done?”
I could only mouth, ‘I love you both,’ and smiled.
She spent the next twenty minutes walking us through the store, and into her laboratory, where she showed them the four-hundred-plus raw materials she held. This was going to be a true collaboration, starting with their chosen base and working around that. It was going to be a long day. I followed them, as Stephanie earnestly took them from shelf to shelf, and bottle to bottle, uncorking and waiting for their opinions. The room reeked of scents, all mixed together and demanding to be the overriding odour. They had a long discussion, almost an interview, about their lives, loves, and what they wanted from a scent. It was very personal and intense, actually. Stephanie delved into their work, leisure time and, yes, sex lives. Chrissie nor Emily blushed, only seductively glancing at me every so often.
I tried, vainly, to stay involved, but decided to leave them to their devices, and noses for a while, then excused myself, and walked out onto the boulevard.
I passed the jewellery shop we had been into yesterday, so popped in to have a look again. I asked to see the exquisite enamelled, and gold bangle Emily had seen yesterday. It was a wonderful piece, and understood the appeal, and why Ems was struck by it. I also looked at a seven-corded bracelet with a row of brilliant-cut diamonds for Chrissie. What the hell, I thought. I asked they be gift wrapped, and paid. I decided to stop off for a quick drink, and people-watching. I sat outside in the sun, and had a small whisky, whiling away a few moments. On my way back to the parfumerie, I spied a clothing shop, so I popped in. I saw a cute little beret for Chloe, hoping she’d see the humour in the little gift.
I decided to take a look at some of the other chic, well-presented shops in the area. I spotted an antique shop, and decided to have a browse. I walked in, and was greeted by the proprietor. I addressed him in French, disarming to him, as it may have been. I looked through case after case, at his exquisite collection. I asked if he had any Levant period vases. He smiled, and took me TO another cabinet. There was a line of, as it turned out, Early Bronze Age pottery.
He pointed at several, the colours still visible, and unmarked by time. The one I wanted to see was a small vessel, as it had a handle. It reminded me, somewhat, of the one Chrissie and Emily had bought me. He took it from the case, and as I gingerly held it, I inspected it. It was a wonderful piece. After some haggling, we shook hands, It took a while for the gentleman to find the paperwork, certificates for export and provenance. He carefully wrapped the 3,500-year-old pot, and handed it to me. I thanked him profusely, pleased I had found a charming piece for David.
I finally made it back to the parfumerie, an assistant greeting me by name. I tested the base they had chosen, and both smelled wonderful. Yeah, it suited them both. Two hours later, they were ready. After much gushing, and thanks, we said our ‘bonne après-midi’ and left, Chrissie and Emily giggling and happy. They walked from the shop with a new self-assuredness.
Once outside, I was coerced, again, to smell each, the scent certainly working for them. I leaned into each neck, deeply inhaling the scent I would come to identify as them. We walked to the nearest café, and ordered drinks. Chrissie and Emily excitedly showed me the gift boxes they had received.
The presentation boxes were magnificent, their names hand engraved on the top. I lifted the lid, and their scent rose to my nose. Both were different, and I was so looking forward to taking in their distinctive notes later.
“Stephanie had lunch prepared for us, so as long as you’re okay, where to next?” Chrissie smiled, both clutching their gift boxes securely.
We made our way out onto the cobbled streets, and walked, taking in the atmosphere of the Left Bank. Chrissie and Emily hugged, and thanked me for the kind gesture. We had a slow drink, and both of them were excited about the day they had enjoyed so far. It was one of those once-in-a-lifetime experiences, or so I hoped.
“Well, the room isn’t too far. Why not drop these off, then we can head to the Louvre?” I said. “It’s not too far, and I’m certain it’s on your list,” I chuckled.
We finished our drinks, and arm in arm, we headed back to the hotel, quickly dropping off the packages. They kindly did not ask what was in the bag I securely held onto. They both deftly dabbed a bit more of their individual perfume behind their ears, and beckoned me to smell them. Alluring and enticing were but two words that sprung to mind. We put their gifts away, and headed out, crossing the Pont Neuf, and walked along the Seine. The Louvre loomed in the distance, as we walked peacefully along, our hands entwined. Our pace was leisurely, and as we’d walk, one of them would pull me to their lips, and we’d kiss. We seemed to be a voyeur’s dream, our hands fondling, and holding each other. We entered through the Pyramid entrance, all of us entranced by this institution.
As we only had a few hours, I decided to grab a tour guide to lead us through the collections we were interested in, and any treats they may have in mind, too. Our guide, Zoé, was welcoming and relaxed, as she took us on her tour, patiently explaining a statue or painting of importance, and putting it into the historical and social context. I think she was taken aback by Chrissie and Emily’s breadth of knowledge on more than several paintings. Emily was interested in the textiles, so she kindly deviated from her proposed tour, and took us to those. Similarly, Chrissie has a penchant for Renaissance paintings. I was happy to go along, as all this was new to me, and would rather they saw what was on their proverbial lists.
Because this was a ‘flying’ visit, we saw as much as possible, not ideal, but felt their time at the parfumerie experience was worth the compromise. They, or we, could always come over for another long weekend. I chuckled to myself when I said that. We’d always have Paris, as someone once said.
Zoé was a wonderful guide, asking if there was anything more on their personal lists, as it was
nearing closing time. We thanked her profusely, the obligatory ‘la bise’ and hearty ‘bonne après-midi’ all around. Chrissie and Emily were both picking up the little sayings extremely well!
We headed into the gift shop, searching for a little something for the kids. Chrissie found a few tasteful t-shirts, so bought one each for the kids, and one for her and Ems. I, ‘ever-so-reluctantly’ declined her offer to buy me one. I didn’t think it would work with the chinos. I suggested we head back to the hotel, relax for a while, and then head out to the restaurant I had booked.
We arrived back, and sat out on the balcony, each with a cold cordial in our hands. Emily and I compared photos, whilst Chrissie relaxed on the padded chaise lounge. I took another look at their bespoke perfume, and then they remembered a gift they had. Emily mentioned that their bespoke perfume was now kept on file with a special number, so when they needed more, the same perfume would be available. They presented me with a bottle of cologne they had specially chosen. They were so proud of themselves when I told them I loved it. They identified all the notes for me, some like vetiver and galbanum, I had never even heard, but was struck by the combinations they had chosen. It was completely different from anything I had smelled before. The overall scent was earthy, and woody with a citrusy bergamot base.
“I love it,” I sighed to them both. “You didn’t have to, but I think that’ll be my favourite from now on,” and hugged them both graciously, and inhaled my new scent again.
We slowly cleaned up, re-dressed and headed out, Chrissie and Emily wearing stylish but refined jackets, over their flimsy dresses, and me in my familiar Harris tweed. They had both brought their Liberty scarves, with brooches, to finish off their ensemble. God, they looked beautiful. Proudly, I took their hands, and we left the hotel, the manager wishing us a ‘Bonsoir’, with a gleam in his eye.
We had a more than delightful meal at the ‘Au Coup De Torchon’, not far from the hotel on a quiet side street, indulging in their renowned fish dishes. The service was impeccable, and the food was prepared beautifully. We shared the three desserts between us, each of us calmly feeding one another. We did garner more than a few quizzical looks, as the three of us laughed, touched, and kissed each other throughout.
We made our way to the Eiffel Tower, and after looking around, caught a sightseeing cruise. There was gentle background music playing, as we clambered aboard the glass canopied boat. Chrissie and Emily were awestruck and giggling again. It was a wonderful way to end the day, relax and see a few of the many sights we had missed. We had the option to hop-on, or hop-off if anywhere caught our eye, but we just eased into the ambience of the evening. I sat between the two, the seats more than comfortable.
My fingers slid under both their loose dresses, their stockings adding to the sultry vibe. My fingers lazily grazed their inner thighs, the warmth emanating from their bodies encouraged my attention. They laid their heads on my shoulders, their hands on mine, moving my fingers where they wanted them.
It was these tiny moments that made everything magnificent. Between pointing out the sights of this wonderful city, we talked about our relationship, and the many layers we all had to contend with, but all agreed we had navigated these layers quite easily.
“So, Tom, what’s it like to have two wives, hmm?” Emily asked.
I chuckled, and thought about it. “Truthfully, probably easier than having one!” I laughed. “I’m more aware of both your feelings, for one. I don’t have the chance not to! There’s always that buffer there, too. Having you with us, Ems, has certainly enhanced every part of us. I’m not saying two wouldn’t work, but having the three of us, especially the three of us, just seems easier and more fulfilling.”
“Aww,” she sighed, and squeezed me. “I love us, too. God, this has been so much better than when I was just with David. I’m sure he loved me in the beginning, but just having this dynamic is wonderful,” Emily sighed.
I hate when a woman goes ‘Aww’.
“And I couldn’t ask for a better little brother, Tom,” Chrissie giggled. “I know we’ve been through some trying times, and probably more to come, but it’s worth it. You two are worth it,” she sighed.
I nuzzled both their necks, inhaling the expensive, and seductive scent they were wearing. Chrissie’s hand moved to my thighs, her fingers seizing my hard shaft, and squeezing me. I let out an involuntary moan, and gripped her stocking-covered thigh.
“If you don’t behave babygirl, you’ll be sitting in the middle, and Emily and I are going to take your panties off,” I smirked.
“Humph! Promises, promises!” she chuckled, and held my fingers in place, lest I toy with her passion.
I stood, and moved Chrissie to the middle seat.
“She won’t behave, Emily. I do think we need to keep an eye on her,” I smiled.
“We should have left her at home, Tom. She gets so frisky sometimes, doesn’t she?” she said, her hands sweeping through her hair.
I leant over, pointing out Musée d’Orsay, my fingers sliding onto her panty-covered pussy, chuckling as I did so. Chrissie didn’t push my hand away though. Emily’s fingers joined mine under the soft material of Chrissie’s dress. In the dimmed lights of the pleasure craft, Emily and I played with my sister, leaning over, pointing out nothing in particular in amazement, but prodding her covered cunt. We passed Notre Dame, my hand around Chrissie’s shoulder, but my fingers playing with Emily’s hair. She grasped my hand, lovingly kissed, and licked my fingers, then returned to pestering Chrissie.
“Take your panties off, babygirl,” she huskily whispered.
Chrissie sat there, passive, but looking around from side to side.
“Now, babygirl,” she murmured into her ear, her tongue lightly licking Chrissie’s ear.
Chrissie stealthily ran her hands under her dress, and wriggled around, removing her panties. We quietly watched as the flimsy lace pooled at her feet. Chrissie leaned, and collected them, holding them tightly in her hands.
“Good girl. Now, hold them, okay?” Ems said. “I’ll bet they’re wet, aren’t they?” she said, loud enough for me to hear.
“A little,” Chrissie shyly replied. “Just a little bit.”
“You’d like to wrap them around our husband’s cock, wouldn’t you? C’mon. You can tell me. You’d love your husband to fill them, wouldn’t you? You’d probably put them back on, hmm, slut,” she moaned in Chrissie’s ear.
Chrissie only moaned, as Emily and my fingers slipped around her pussy, her secretions oozing from her. We were all happy that the boat was near empty, as it may have impeded our behaviour… perhaps.
“I’ll bet you’d love your brother’s…thick cock inside you right now, hmm? You’re such a little slut, Chrissie,” Emily moaned, and bit Chrissie’s shoulder. “Tell me…do you want to fuck Tom right now, hmm?” she taunted her more.
Chrissie only looked at us, her eyes glowing with desire.
“Do it, babygirl. Take your brother’s cock and fuck him. Now!” Emily hissed.
We were just passing the Grand Palais, as Chrissie fumbled for my zipper. I helped her, because that’s what brothers do, eh? My now-hard cock popped out, ready and erect. Emily helped her move onto me, Chrissie grasping the hem of her dress and pulling it up, whilst looking around for people watching. She slipped a hand under her dress, and grasped my hard pole, wiping it across her wet labia. Seductively, she curved her back, lifted her ass, and impaled herself on my manhood. A low, erotic gasp slipped from her mouth, as she settled down on my shaft. Emily moved to the centre seat, her hand on Chrissie’s bare leg, but calmly pointing out the sights as the boat slid down the Seine. Chrissie made these minuscule movements with her body, slowly riding my cock. I leant in, pushing myself firmly within her, as I pointed out anything I saw on the banks, trying to keep this as normal as possible. We didn’t need to be thrown off the boat for public indecency! Chrissie kept her hands on my thighs as she privately took my thickness, her breath uneasy and wavering from the intrusion. Emily would lean over, pointing out the next inconsequential sight, and breathe on Chrissie’s neck, gently kissing and licking her. Chrissie shivered, sending little tremors through both our bodies. I was determined not to cum, but to just feel Chrissie’s contractions and feel her wetting my groin.
“Are you close, babygirl?” Emily desirously whispered, the words causing Chrissie to moan louder.
I wanted nothing more than to wrap my hands around her petite breasts and fondle them, kiss and bite her neck, and shove myself inside her, taking and abusing her, but this was for her, and we were in public, for the most part.
We had just re-passed Notre Dame, so knew we had not much time before we re-docked. I thrust my hips up, Chrissie moaning too loud, but no one seemed to take notice. I held her hips firmly on me, my cock pulsing and throbbing in her tight sheath, and felt her pelvis swaying along my shaft, her motions quicker, and filled with an earthy intent. Emily stealthily looked around, pulled Chrissie’s hair back, and bit her neck. Chrissie’s nails gripped my thighs as she came, her pussy gushing her womanly sap on my lap. Her muscles were grabbing my cock, but I wouldn’t cum in her, not yet, at least. I left her to ride my hardness, her breathing ragged and short, as my hands lovingly held her through her small orgasm. Emily held her too, transfixed on her lover climaxing on her brother’s stiff prick, as I held her hips, sliding her to and fro, her little ass wobbling on my groin. Chrissie’s head fell to her chest, small whimpers emanating from her mouth. Emily helped her off my cock, my sodden prick flopping on my chinos.
Chrissie leaned against Ems, her head on her shoulder, her breath still ragged, but giggling to herself, too. I tucked my still-hard member back into my chinos, and smiled to myself. The air around us smelled of Chrissie’s exertions. She clutched her panties, and pulled them over her shoes, and up her legs. She shimmied them over her taut ass, and relaxed.
“How do you feel, darling,” I whispered, and kissed her lips.
“Mmmm. Like a little slut, if you must know,” she giggled. “I needed that, darling. Thanks,” she shyly said. I could only hug her tight.
“Did I miss anything?” she laughed.
“Hmm, not much, darling. We’re almost back at the Eiffel Tower though, so…” I sniggered.
I continued to stroke Emily’s hair, as we finally docked. We gingerly walked the gangplank and were on terra firma now, and headed over to the tower. I held Emily’s hand as we walked, Chrissie’s arm around me. I stopped, and turned to her, embracing and kissing her deeply.
“I want you, darling,” I murmured to her, Chrissie smiling at my words.
“And I want you, Tom. Forever,” Ems sighed.
We bought tickets, and headed up, finally reaching the top for a magical view of Paris at night. We made it mainly because of the champagne bar up there! There were a few restaurants on the lower levels, but we had been well-fed already. We stayed up top for a while, walking, holding each other, and taking in the view.
We eventually made it down and made our way back to the hotel, stopping in a small café for a final drink. The night air was turning chilly, so we sat inside, the atmosphere lively and comfortable. Chrissie still had her post-orgasmic glow about her, but was nowhere-near sated. Emily played with her hair, whilst I rubbed her shoulders lovingly. We walked along the dimly-lit streets, relaxed and full of love. We stopped in too many doorways, kissing and biting one another, hands prodding, and slipping under their dresses. We found the hotel and rushed to the lift, and once inside, pushed each other against the mirrored walls. I leaned against Ems, kicked her legs apart, and slid my body to hers, my proud cock jutting against her stomach.
The door suddenly opened, and we chuckled, running to the room. We feverishly looked at each other, just staring and waiting. I calmly shed my jacket, cooly placing it on the velvet chair. They both pointed to, and laughed at my stained chinos, Chrissie’s secretions not quite dried. I kicked off my brogues, and my socks, and slowly unbuttoned my shirt.
“Don’t move,” I said to Chrissie and Ems. “I’ll take care of you both in a moment.”
I slipped off the spoiled trousers and boxers, and threw them on my jacket. I walked to Chrissie
first, and grasped her shoulders, pulling her in for a long, thoughtful kiss. Emily stood behind her, fingers flowing through Chrissie’s long, copper-red hair, inhaling her scent. I unbuttoned her front, whilst Ems slid the zipper down. Emily slid the dress from her shoulders, Chrissie’s perky, small breasts peeking out from the sheer, dainty bra she was wearing. Her panties were stained with her sap, but still so appealing to me, and no doubt, Ems. I unclipped her bra from the front, the lace falling away, and caught on her arms. Emily slipped it off, and gently covered Chrissie’s tits with her hands, her breath warm on her neck, as she nuzzled in and kissed her lover.
I gingerly ran my fingers through Chrissie’s hair, sweeping it away from her beautiful eyes, my hands on her shoulders, following the lines of her body down. I leaned in, and kissed each breast, their size and warmth were exciting. I pulled her lips to mine and we kissed, our touches soft and unhurried. My fingers swayed through her hair, as Chrissie’s did mine. We could feel Emily’s hands on us, gently keeping our lips locked. Our bodies were locked together, her breasts on mine, and my cock leaking pre-cum on your thigh. We slowly broke apart, our eyes on each other as I brought my forehead to yours, and held us there. I kissed her head, then her tiny nose, and turned her around, whispering, “I think we should strip Emily, hmm?” I sighed.
She stepped from me, and pulled Ems in, Chrissie’s hands now on her back, as she just was with you. We stared at each other, our hands linked, our breath slow and easy. We touched each other, my fingers sliding her hair behind her ear, as my fingers slid along her neck, and dipped between her open dress and her flesh. Chrissie’s head was leaning on her shoulders, her hands cupping both of Ems’s full breasts. I mouthed, ‘I love you’, and we kissed, at the same languid pace that Chrissie and I had taken. Chrissie stealthily unbuttoned her dress, then silently unzipped the back. Without interrupting our connection, she slid the dress off Emily’s shoulders, and pulled it to the floor. She leaned back in, and delicately kissed Ems’s back and arms, her arms around her stomach, our bodies holding them there. We continued our petting, both of us in the moment, and in no hurry for consummation. Chrissie carefully lifted my erect cock, and laid it between us, now safely nestled on her stomach and mine. Chrissie slowly knelt, kissing and licking Emily’s full body. Her face snuggled into her warm, soft panties, her mouth lavishing small kisses over her glorious globes, her small hands stroking Ems’s thighs.
Furtively, she tugged at Emily’s panties, pulling them down quietly. I could feel Emily lift one foot, then the other, our kisses still at the same sluggish pace. I brought my hands from her head, and slid them down her body, enveloping her butt. I pulled her into me, even though we were plastered together. I could feel Chrissie’s lips kissing my fingers, her tongue sliding between them and licking Emily’s ass. We naturally pulled apart again, our foreheads touching for a long moment, and then I kissed her nose, too. Chrissie stood up, her hands fondling Emily’s body, and then took her hand and walked her to the bed. Chrissie slid along the velvety duvet, and wiggled her finger at Emily, beckoning her to come. Emily slid along the covering, her subtle ass moving so delectably, rolling into Chrissie’s arms, as they embraced and kissed. Ems lifted her body, half on Chrissie, and ran her hands over my sister’s divine little body. I clambered onto the bed, and watched the connection before me. I leaned down and kissed Emily’s rounded ass, wiping my face across her adorable peaches. I could feel her lightly humping Chrissie’s leg, her little gyrations thrilling me.
Emily lifted her head from Chrissie’s lips, looked at me, and murmured, “You like my ass, don’t you, Tom?” she giggled, and Chrissie spanked her, a loud, “Owww!” penetrating the room.
Chrissie looked at me, and sighed, “Tom, make love to Emily, okay?” she asked.
Well, if I really have to! I thought Emily giggled, and slowly broke away from Chrissie, grabbing a pillow, lewdly laid it down, and propped her butt on it.
Chrissie was slowly playing with Emily’s breast, whilst my hands grazed her legs, up her thighs, and over her stomach, my fingers lingering momentarily on her vulva. Chrissie had moved one hand down, and we linked fingers on Ems’s stomach. She squeezed my hand encouragingly, my thumb moving down, and graving Ems’s hooded clit. Her eyes smiled at me, wondering what I would touch next. My finger wavered over her hidden nub whilst I smiled at her. She’d flick her hips, seductively smiling back at me. I let a long dribble of saliva drool down on her pussy, wetting her so my fingers slid around her vulva.
I leaned down, my mouth inches from her wet pussy, and I inhaled the delicious scent. My tongue slid through the wet gash, my hands tight on her thighs. My fingers slid along the creases of Ems’s thighs, the warmth spreading upwards, whilst my tongue made a tiny path around her vulva. I brought my two middle fingers to her moist opening, sliding into her so easily.
Emily gasped a long, “Ahhhhh,” as I pushed them into her, twisting and curling them up, grazing her little ridges. My tongue licked her pussy, the juices trickling into my mouth.
Chrissie was doting on Ems’s breasts, and her neck, content not to interrupt our intimacy, as I lashed my tongue through her, my fingers slowly taking her. She had one hand on my head, lovingly combing my hair, as the other sifted through Chrissie’s dishevelled long red hair. My tongue, then a thick finger, would prod Emily’s hidden clit, her body betrayed by the little tremors we could all feel. I rubbed my face over her now-sodden cunt, revelling in the taste and texture of the flesh.
Ems’s hips were working with my fingers, and tongue, gently moving up and down, to and fro, as her hand became more insistent, tugging me onto her groin. I could feel the strong contractions building, her cunt wanting to spasm and gush her sap into my mouth. I backed off, maddening for her, yes, but I wanted Ems to slowly build on this. Her low sighs of ‘Ahhhhs’ and ‘Ooooh’ only encouraged us more.
With a long, last lash, I knelt up. Her eyes shot open, bemused at the loss of connection with my tongue. I looked at Ems, and licked my fingers, as she smiled lustfully at me.
I grasped my hardness and slapped her clit, little moans growing with every sharp smack. My fingers played with her clit, whilst I beat the wet pussy with my shaft. Her hips were undulating under me, rising up on the pillow. Chrissie’s hand crept down, and slid along my wet member, then rubbed the essence onto her nipple, sucking and biting, as I slid my cock deep inside her.
A long moan escaped Chrissie’s throat, the relief palpable as a loud, ‘Ugggggh’ penetrated the air. I filled her with my desirous length and girth, holding her firmly on the high pillow. I gently pushed in, the tip of my leaking head prodding her cervix, or so I hoped. Chrissie desperately tried to move her hips, needing the consuming feeling of my cock shafting her, but I held her firm, my shaft flexing inside the wet sheath. My pelvis would flick into her, never pulling out, but staying firmly embedded inside.
“Tom…Ohh, my…just…please…dar–” she groaned, as Chrissie continued to abuse her now-red tits.
We looked into each other’s eyes, and mouthed, ‘I love you’, as we took each other, Emily knowing I was teasing her, planting myself deep inside her. Finally, I slid out, just a bit, then thrust back into her, her warm breath exhaling into the air above Emily was a stunning woman to make love with, her body reacting to every touch, every word, and every look I gave her.
I moved from my kneeling position, my cock still slowly shafting her, and laid down, my body hovering over hers. I held myself up, my cock teasingly still in her, just. I roughly pulled the pillow out from under her, throwing it to the side. I slid back inside Ems, her mouth open, her eyes staring at me. I whispered, “I love you,” and took her, my cock buried inside her again. I could feel her hips pushing up, our juices mixing together, and our bodies sliding together. I leaned my mouth to hers, and we kissed, our tongues duelling with each other. Her hands went harshly around my back and ass, keeping me where she needed me. I could feel her tiny tremors flowing through her body, her legs stiffening, her matted hair braids coming loose.
In a swift movement, I rolled onto my left side; Emily was surprised as we nearly disconnected. I grabbed her left leg and threw it over my shoulder, and sunk my prick back inside her. We were facing each other, chest to chest, our faces just as close. I leaned in, and we passionately kissed, slowly and tenderly at first, but soon almost grappling with one another.
“My…my, Tom,” she sighed, the most blissful look on her face thrilling me.
My right hand played with her ass, my fingers sliding along the crevice between her cheeks, as our passion built. Chrissie’s fingers joined me, playing and prodding Emily’s ass, her mouth on her shoulder, licking and kissing her.
With her cunt open to me, my hand on her ass, we kissed. We were in our perfect position, both of us taking and giving, our bodies melded together, it seemed. Her full breasts were squashed up against my chest, her breath hot on my face, as we slowly kissed, our bodies and minds connected.
“Tom…this is…so…just so…” she groaned into my face, her lips not leaving mine except to breathe.
I swiped my finger along my cock, wetting it, and then bringing it to her little puckered hole, tenderly running tiny circles around it. Emily would lurch onto my cock with every swipe over her sealed hole. Our hips met with every tender, then frantic, shove. Emily tried to set the tempo, but she knew she couldn’t. I firmly thrust my hardness inside her, holding her tight against me. She lifted one breast to me, feeding me her tit.
“Suck me…darling…just…please…just…dar–” she moaned, as I engulfed her full breast, sucking her nipple into my mouth, wishing she was full of milk.
I loved the sweat laying on her face, her exertions growing stronger with every strong pulse of my cock. I leaned in, and licked her face, and suddenly her body spasmed, and she came, crying into the Parisian night as her body surrendered to Chrissie and me. My cock pistoned in and out of her gushing cunt, our groins soaked with our mixed sap. I thrust in, and spewed my virile sperm deep inside her, my words now just guttural sounds.
“That’s…that’s…so,” she cried, her body jerking, and taking my cock.
She looked at me as I fucked her, emptying my balls deep inside, her face a mixture of lust and fear.
“Ohhh…Tom…My!” she groaned.
I could vaguely hear Chrissie crying, too, her moans mixing with Ems. My arm reached out, searching for any part of Chrissie’s body, needing to touch her to complete this connection we all had. I shafted my prick inside her again and again, ’til Ems’s body stopped moving. My lodged cock could still feel her body quiver through her orgasm, our kisses were less frantic now, as we held each other, our soaked bodies sliding against each other.
We stopped moving, my cock still inside her, and we smiled, and chuckled at each other. We brought our foreheads together, the heat from one soaking into the other. I moved her wet hair from her face, wrapping it around her ear, as my hand swept over her face, looking into her deep-blue eyes. I thrust my hip up, my empty cock all but useless, but she knew, as I whispered, “I love you, Emily,” and we kissed. Somewhat ungainly, she rolled off me, her leg now safely on the bed. Chrissie half-rolled on top of her, kissing her sweat-laden face, and, lifting her head, tenderly kissed me.
“That…that was so beautiful, Tom,” she smiled, as her hand touched my face. “I…I love the way you both make love…it’s unlike anything I have ever experienced. It’s…just so…graceful, and…” she sighed, as her voice trailed off.
“Chrissie? It’s the same way I feel…when he makes love with you, darling. This is just so…so…perfect,” Emily smiled, as we all embraced.
We lay there in our glorious post-coital glow, breathing, giggling, and touching. I was still taken aback, even after all these months, at the absence of jealousy. God knows I tried to be equitable with my cock, but still. I could only imagine it was more than the sex or orgasm, it was the connection between us all that was the all-encompassing feeling. Not that an orgasm was dismissed, but…
Chrissie rose from the too-comfortable bed, grabbed a fresh bottle of champagne, and poured us all a tall glass. We haphazardly sat up, ‘clinked’ glasses, and drank to our honeymoon. I picked up the phone and ordered some late-night snacks, knowing a bit of sustenance wouldn’t go amiss. We pulled the heavy duvet over us, and whispered all the things lovers say. Chrissie began to tear up, overwhelmed by how far we had come in such a short time. Of course, we all knew it was still ‘early’ days, but we all felt the optimism and authenticity of our love.
There was a shallow knock on the door, and Chrissie got up, pulled on a robe, and grabbed her wallet. The bell boy wheeled in a trolly of mixed goodies, casually looking at Emily and me still in the bed, but not missing a beat. I’m sure he’s seen it all here! Chrissie tipped him ten euros, and thanked him, in French! I smiled. Chrissie lifted cloche after cloche, giggling at what the chef had sent us.
He had prepared hummus, whole-grain crackers, fruit and yoghurt, assorted wraps and some granola bars. We pulled the robes over us, and sat out on the balcony, the lights of Paris still twinkling, even at this late, or is it early hour? It was a bit chilly, but the ambience, and these two women more than made up for any discomfort.
At one point, we were all just looking at one another, and we all laughed.
“What?” I asked facetiously.
“I think we’re all thinking the same thing, darling,” Chrissie smiled. “This is pretty good, eh?”
“Never better, darling,” I sighed, leaned over, and kissed them both.
Eventually, the chill overcame the romanticism of the evening, and we went back inside, cleaned up, peed, and crept beneath the duvet. Tom pushed the food trolley out in the hallway, and then slid in beside us.
Chrissie grabbed the middle, and we all laughed, content to let her have her way. After all, if it wasn’t for her…
We snuggled up, and finally slept.
Chapter 98
Chrissie POV
We groggily woke, another sunny day at least. I half-opened my eyes, me between these two beautiful loves. I had my arm around Tom, and Em’s were around me. I leaned closer, and smelled my brother’s earthy scent. I slowly rubbed my legs against his, pushing my pelvis against his butt. We came to slowly, each in their way, but amorously so. I felt Tom take a deep breath, and then begin to slide from beneath the sheets. I held him close, and giggled. He turned his head, smiled, and smacked my hand, but kissed me nonetheless. I watched his boxer-covered ass walk to the bathroom. As I only had Em to play with, I silently turned over, and wrapped my arm around her. I pushed the hair from her eyes, and tenderly kissed her. She stirred beneath my touch, a smile creeping across her delicious face. She wrapped her arms around me, and pulled me into her, her firm breasts so inviting.
I moved one leg over her, spreading her legs a bit. Her warm hands felt wonderful on my back, as they slipped down to my boy-short-covered ass. I pressed my groin onto her leg, exaggerating my stirring. I looked at her now-closed eyes, and smiled. God, she looked gorgeous. I leaned my mouth in, and kissed her neck, tiny kisses marking her body as my body crept lower. My kisses touched the edges of her breasts, the warmth and softness, always surprising me. I wrapped my small hands around one, squeezed it tenderly, her delicious globe voluminous. I licked her flesh, her body reacting to my eager tongue, as she squirmed around, lifting her left leg between mine. I gently pushed my vulva onto her firm leg, and rubbed it up and down, my wetness soon aiding my desire.
Tom had returned from the bathroom, and slipped back between the sheets, smiling, and looking fondly at us. I slid my leg further down her body, kissing her stomach, licking her sides, and then, soundly nestled between her legs. She knew better than to push me away or discourage me from my craving. Emily patiently spread her legs, her blended odours clashing with my mind. I loved her smell, especially after an evening when Tom had made love with her, or fucked her. I could never figure out the whys and wherefores of my love of her rawness. It touched me, be it hers or Tom’s. I guess I loved the intimacy of her exertions, a way to vicariously share them, even if I was there when taking part in her lust. I had never felt this boldness or longing before, certainly not with Jack. All I knew is that I loved, and embraced it, and both these loves allowed me this little ‘kink’. Not that they weren’t the same, though!
I leaned in, inhaled, and swept my tongue along her swollen labia. I shivered when I tasted her, my mind trying to discern the different tastes. Was it Tom or Em, but just knew it was both. I could feel two different hands on my head, encouraging me, as I licked her womanly, morning scent. Em lifted her hips, burying her pussy in my face, whilst Tom lovingly rubbed my back. I could feel Tom moving about above me, either kissing Em or fondling her more-than-proud breasts. My tongue delved into her moist opening, splitting her lips, and swallowing her juices. She slowly made love to my mouth, her gentle moans, and gyrations telling me I was doing what she needed.
My fingers opened her to me, my tongue licking her clit, as I played with her labia, teasing her with a finger or two. I silently giggled to myself. I always felt so proud when I could give Em the precious gift of a climax, but Tom was certainly helping us, too. I felt his strong hand wrapped around my long hair, the constriction exhilarating. I moved one hand down, and into my slinky boy-shorts, rubbing my wet, wanton pussy.
I rubbed my little finger across her still-hidden nub, then flicked, and licked it, sliding a single finger inside her. I could feel her muscles grasp, and squeeze it, my mouth now firmly on her clit, sucking it like a little cock. I slipped another finger into her, moved it around, and she came, her hips rising up, and her juices gushing over my face and into my mouth. Tom held my hair tighter, knowing I would probably cum, too. I fucked my wife, sucked her sap greedily, and came, my lithe hips fucking my fingers, and the bed. Em held my head tight against her, her tense muscles pushing more of her juices out. Her tentative cries filled the room, ’til she pushed my head away, a low, sexy giggle accompanying her throes of desire. I tried to latch onto her cunt again, but she swatted my head, and pushed me away. Her breathing was loud and ragged, and looking up, saw Tom and her embracing.
I moved up between them, my back to Tom, and I kissed my lover, my face covered in her juice. I quickly pulled my shorts off, arched my back, and turned to Tom, asking only, “Fuck me, Tom,” and he grasped his morning cock, and slid the too-hard pole inside me, my channel soaked with my small orgasm.
“Just fuck me…hard,” I moaned. “Take me, Tom!”
And he did. Tom grasped my hips, slid his hard, meaty cock between my open legs, and took me. He knew how wet I’d be, so took me, burying himself firmly inside. Em held me as Tom fucked me, hard. I groaned into Em’s mouth, as Tom’s shaft pummelled and thrust into me, using my pussy as only he has ever done. I lifted my ass, bowed my back, and let him use me. His thickness filled me, my heart beating faster the more he pierced me. I could feel Em’s tits rubbing against my smaller breasts, her wet mouth engulfing mine with her tongue playing with mine. I moved one hand behind me, finding Tom’s firm butt and pulling him onto me. His hand was wrapped around Em, as he thrust in and out, only wanting to empty himself inside me. I could feel his mouth on my shoulder, biting and kissing me, as his groin slapped against my petite ass. My body was in overload, from Tom’s hardness to Em’s softness, as I was lost in this delirious connection.
I could feel Tom’s cock pulse and contract, his breathing rapid, his hips pounding my ass, and feeling the first spurt of his mucky, manly cum. Em bit my lip, as I began to quiver and shake, and then I came, my orgasm floating so suddenly over me. Tom spilt his thick seed deep inside me, a feeling I would never tire of. His breathy moans in my ear set me off on another flurry of shaking, my body was his. We pushed and pulled as one, marking each other, moving together as we came as one. Tom kept pushing, seemingly harder with every hard thrust, knowing he was giving me all his seedy sperm. Every thought set me off again, my body all but lifeless, but he continued to fuck me, his sister, his wife. With a last, almost-valiant thrust, I knew he was empty. He kept his rod firmly inside me, unsuccessfully trying to spurt a last dollop of cum into me.
He brought his hand around, and cupped my sensitive breasts, nuzzling his mouth into my wet
neck. I brought my hand to his, and held him tight. I was too hot, so pushed him and Em away from me, giggling as I did so.
“Too hot,” is all I could manage to gasp.
They both laughed at me, as Tom’s not-so-flaccid cock slipped easily from my used cunt. I rolled over, and kissed this beautiful man. Our man. Our husband.
We lazily talked, touched and grew hungry! We opted for room service again, as we were in no hurry to dress. We jumped into the shower, adjusted the head, and handed out the soft handcloths. The shampoo and gel were exquisite, thick, and highly scented. Emily and Tom spoiled me, their hands and lips moving over my still-glowing body. We kissed and held each other, savoring our connection, and honeymoon! I could have, so easily, slipped back into the bed, and made love with these two all day, but we would be leaving later, and we all wanted to enjoy our last glimpses of Paris. We selfishly washed, gelled, cleaned each other, and then Tom wrapped us in the large, fluffy towels, drying each of us too slowly. Em and I ran to the bedroom, and our drawers, pulling out fresh lingerie and throwing it at him. The look on his face was one to treasure. He always looked like a little kid in the proverbial candy store. We tried not to tease him, but what are you going to do when your husband is on his knees in front of you, holding your little, soft panties in his masculine hands, hmm? I pulled his head onto my fresh pussy, his tongue snaking through my lips, as his hands squeezed my butt. Em was getting frustrated, standing nude, panties and bra in hand, so she pushed me out of the way. I looked at her, and moaned.
“Too bad! You’re taking too long!” she laughed.
I was left to dress, giving Em dirty looks, and pouting.
Eventually, she dried our hair, and we brushed each other, as Tom ordered breakfast. He slowly dressed and then opened the curtains, and the door to the balcony, the brisk air catching us all by surprise. Brisk or not, we ate outside, taking in the mid-morning sun rising and the sounds of the city below us. We packed our cases, and headed down for a day out. Tom left instructions that if we weren’t back by check-out time, just to store our bags, and we headed out.
We had, perhaps, five hours before our train left, so we quickly found our way to the Musée de l’Orangerie for a quick look at the modern Impressionists. We blamed Tom for dilly-dallying around too much this morning! Em, and I could have spent hours here! We crossed back over the Seine, and headed to the Musée d’Orsay, now housed in an old railway station. It was a wonderful use of space, and we all loved it. We were all enthralled with the Van Goghs and Rodins. Em and Tom were particularly taken with their photo collection. Again, we could have, should have, spent endless hours here.
Unhappily, we had to head back to the hotel, as were leaving in a few hours. We had time for a relaxed lunch, then spotted a patisserie and bought a box of macarons for Elaine and Ben, as a little thank you. We spotted a chocolatier and corralled Tom in for a quick peek. Twenty minutes later, we left, laden down with handmade chocolates, swearing that some were for Ben, Elaine and Bea, our next-door neighbour.
Tom took us by Shakespeare and Company for the last look. I wasn’t surprised. We all loved it here, and spent a long time, slowly looking through as many shelves as possible. Em picked up an old copy of some Emily Dickinson poetry, and held that to her chest. I saw too many and couldn’t choose! Tom saw a book on the history of the bookshop, and eagerly grabbed that for us all. All paid and bagged, we reluctantly left the store, hoping we’d all be back one day.
Finally, back at the hotel, we checked out, thanking everyone for a wonderful stay. The manager called us a taxi, and we said our ‘au revoirs’, and found ourselves at the Gard du Nord in no time. Em insisted I sit with Tom, while she took the lone seat on our left. Tom wouldn’t hear of it, so she finally relented, after a bit of pouting! I looked at Tom, and he just smiled. I just knew it was his way of breaking down that always-present ‘privilege’ we had between us. My heart swelled at his thoughtfulness.
We called Ben from St Pancras, giving him our timeline, and he said they’d be happy to drop the kids off. There wasn’t much traffic, unusually, so we finally made it home in good time. Tom helped with all the suitcases, as we fell into the welcome house. He helped with the overladen upstairs, but decided to unpack later. We came downstairs, and Em made us all a drink, and we sat out on the patio. We took a deep breath, and Tom handed us each a small, beautifully ribboned box.
“What…what’s this, darling?” we asked.
“Open…please. It’s just a little something I thought you’d like,” he said.
Em and I carefully undid the ribbon, and opened the lid of our packages. I was stunned. Inside my box, he had chosen a beautiful gold bracelet, more a bangle actually, but dainty and exceptional. There was a pavé set of diamonds running along the top edge. I looked at Tom, my mouth agape with surprise. I leapt up and embraced him. I was overtaken with emotions.
“Tom…thank you, but…you…you didn’t have to. It’s…beautiful, darling. Thank you SO much. It’s…wonderful,” I stammered, as I tried to put it on.
“You’re more than welcome, darling,” my husband smiled.
Em slowly opened her gift, her hands almost trembling with uncertainty. She gingerly took the stunning enamelled and stone-laden bracelet, and carefully placed it around her wrist. She was dumbstruck.
“It’s…it’s too much, Tom. Really. It’s breathtaking,” she said, and held her wrist out for me to see. She stood up and walked to Tom, pulling her dress up, and spreading her legs, sitting on his lap. They looked at each other, and then she placed her hands behind his head, leaned down, and kissed her husband, romantically.
“I love it, darling. Thank you…so much. As Chrissie said, you shouldn’t have…but thank you for doing this for us. I’ll…I’ll treasure this forever, Tom,” she sighed, and kissed him again, his hands gently tugging her hair. Em stayed put, wriggling her butt on his, probably, hard cock. Slut!
I heard the doorbell, and knew, or hoped, it was the kids! Tom and Em slowly stood up, and followed, me already at the door, hugging the life out of the kids. I picked up Chloe, her little body squirming around, and smothered her with motherly kisses. I put her down, and she ran to Em, crying out, ‘Mommy Emily’ and ran into her arms. I hugged David too tight, but too bad. In a few years, he’d be cringing at such shows of affection, so I was getting as many in now as possible. Em had put Chloe down, and she ran to Tom, leaping into his arms with a delightful, ‘Daddy!’ Enthusiastically, they hugged and kissed each other. My heart swelled. Em was embracing David, his show of affection a bit more forthcoming. I hugged and kissed Ben and Elaine as I showed them in.
I had my arm around Eliane, thanking them both, again, for their childminding services. Em and Tom both embraced Ben and Elaine as we made our way outside.
“Drinks?” Em asked.
No one said ‘no’, and she came soon with pink gin drinks, different but nice on a sunny afternoon. We caught up on most of what we got up to, Em blushing at one point, and compared what places we had visited. I asked how everything was with the baby, and they smiled. “It’s only been three days, Chrissie!” they laughed. I excused myself and went in, grabbing the gifts we had chosen for them.
“Just in case your cravings include chocolate and macarons,” I chuckled.
We chatted easily for another hour, and then they made their excuses, seeing as the kids were getting antsy. We thanked them both again, saying we would meet up soon.
Chloe and David came over and sat with us, David snuggled up with Em, and Chloe between Tom and me. Again, I went in and brought out our gifts. They loved the t-shirts, both smiling at not being forgotten. Tom then handed Chloe her wrapped present. She opened it, and smiled. She put the beret on, a jaunty angle necessary, and looked at us. We all giggled, as she looked so cute. She stood up, and swung back and forth, saying, “Ooo la la” and fell into fits of laughter.
“Do you like it, Little One?” he asked.
“I do, daddy. Thank you,” she shyly replied.
“Tu es jolie, mon petit pois,” he said to her.
She cocked her head, uncertain what he had said.
“Hmm. What, daddy?” she asked.
Tom repeated himself, a bright smile crossing his face.
Chloe still had no clue. I had an idea, but…
“What’s he saying, mommy?” she asked.
“I think he’s calling you a little pea, darling,” I giggled.
“I am NOT a pea,” she pouted, all of us laughing with her.
Pretending she was upset, she crawled up on Tom’s lap, leaned into his chest, his arms around her, and kissed her head. “You are my little pea, Little One,” he said, laughing.
Chrissie handed David his gift, cautioning him to open it carefully.
“Wow!” was the first word from his mouth. He lifted the small vase/cup gingerly and looked at it earnestly. “This is…wonderful! Thanks, moms, and thank you, dad. I have a feeling this was your idea, hmm?” he said, smiling.
“It’s from all of us, David, but yeah, I thought you might like it. I have all the paperwork on it, so you can check it out later. It’s a lovely piece, actually. We’re just glad you like it,” I enthused.
He stood up and embraced us all, thanking us for the unexpected gift, then headed to his room to find the right place to display it.
We looked at each other, and smiled.
The rest of the evening was catching up on domestic things, sorting the kids out and, at last sleeping! It had been an extraordinary weekend, one of my best if truth be told. We showered together, all talking about the precious time we had spent together, and making plans for our next weekend break. We fell into bed, relaxed, happy, and connected.