We had decided to escape for a weekend in Paris, a city known for its beauty and romance. My wife, Sarah, suggested inviting her friend Kate, who had recently gone through a difficult divorce. Her ex-husband is a complete narcissist! Kate was my wife's friend, but I had known her for year and we had become friends too, so it wasn't an issue for her to come away with us. We hoped a weekend away with us would cheer her up.
That night we called Kate and told her our plan, When Sarah mentioned the trip, Kate was over the moon. We discussed dates, and places we wanted to see. We were all looking forward to the trip.
As we searched for accommodations, we decided to share a room. It was more economical, and we figured it wouldn't be an issue for just a few days. We wouldn't be spending that much time in the room anyway. I couldn't deny that I was curious about seeing Kate in her pyjamas, or perhaps less.
Kate was 36, 5'8" tall. She had a fantastic, curvy, womanly figure. She was a size 14 and had, what I imagined, were perfect breasts. Not only were they large, but also seemed to defy gravity. I'd seen her in a swimming costume before and without a bra on, they were not sagging at all.
Kate had light brown hair, cascaded down her back in soft waves, framing her pretty face. She had piercing blue eyes and her glasses gave the sexy secretary vibe. Kate wasn't one of those girls that wore loads of makeup, she used minimal makeup that only enhanced her natural beauty.
Sarah, at 45, shared a similar build to Kate but had a slightly fuller figure due to bearing two children. Despite this, she had darer hair and captivating hazel eyes. Even after all these years together I still found her attractive and although our sex life had diminished a bit, when she was in the mood it was still great fun!
I am taller than both women, at 6'2". I am 44 years old, my short hair and a trimmed beard, I have a rugged sexy, Dad bod look. I do go to the gym on a regular basis, but I am not ripped.
After booking the room and flights, we excitedly planned our itinerary, discussing all the sights we wanted to see. Each day felt like a countdown to an adventure that would take us out of our routines and into the heart of Paris.
A few months later, we arrived at the hotel, we had all been looking forward to the trip for so long and now we were finally here!
After checking in, we made our way to our room. The space was compact, a typical hotel layout. As you walk into the room the bathroom is on the right, down the small hall and into the bedroom. Two single beds pushed together to form a double and another single at the far side of the room, by the window. An open wardrobe and a mini fridge occupied one side, while a coffee machine perched at the foot of the bed, making the arrangement a bit cramped but cozy.
We, obviously took the double bed, my side nearest the bathroom, while Sarah settled in beside me. Kate, put her bag down on the single bed and looked out the window. "Shall we get changed and go out?" she asked us.
"I need a quick shower" my wife declared.
"I'm going to pop to the shop and get soe beers to drink while we wait" I replied.
"I'll come too" Said Kate.
When we returned Sarah was out the shower and we all had a drink while we got refreshed and changed. Then we set out to explore. I wore jeans and a T-shirt, with a jacket, while Sarah opted for a stylish top and jeans. Kate, in a green strapped, dress that hugged her figure, it was difficult not to look at her impressive cleavage, especially as this dress showed off her breasts very well.
Kate's breasts were large and I imagined them to look great! I'd imagined this on several occasions to be honest. Whilst walking around Paris I wasn't the only who noticed, she drew admiring glances from passersby. As we walked around, I would have either Kate or Sarah on my arm. Or sometimes one on each side. We had a few strange looks from other tourists. I could see the look on some of their faces, it seemed to say "How has he managed that?"
As the afternoon turned into early evening, we decided to find a bar to have a few drinks. The day had been great, wandering through charming streets, visiting iconic landmarks, and enjoying it all with wonderful company.
I had a quick search for a nice bar as we soon found ourselves in a cozy bar, laughter mixing with the clinking of glasses. We shared stories, reminiscing about old times, and I watched as Kate relaxed, her laughter vibrant and genuine. We were tucked away in a dim light, intimate corner of the bar. My wife was a bit distracted by her phone, the draw of TikTok clearly couldn't be resisted. Kate and I didn't notice as we were deep in discussion, flirting and enjoying ourselves. We not only had a lot in common with our interests in music, art and life, but Kate also found me funny. With every joke id tell she would laugh at touch my arm or leg. As the drinks began to take effect, we became much more touchy feely. It all felt very natural. Sarah didn't even notice or if she did, she didn't seem bothered.
After a few hours, we took a taxi back to the hotel, we had considered using the metro. We decided it would be easier to relax in a taxi for 20 minutes. We were soon back at the hotel, as we entered the room, the atmosphere shifted, Kate and I felt the night was young, but Sarah seemed tired and wanted to sleep.
Once inside, Kate immediately decided to go outside for a cigarette while Sarah and I prepared for bed. I stripped down to my usual boxer shorts, while Sarah changed into her comfortable pyjamas. As she got into bed, I moved closer to her and spooned her. Did we have time for a quickie before Kate came back? Sarah answered my internal question.
"It's that time of the month," she said softly, and I a wave of disappointment wash over me. I already knew the answer, but I decided to ask anyway, "any chance of a blow job?"
"No! You know I don't like doing that" she replied in a stubborn tone....
Moments later, Kate returned, laughter spilling into the room. "What did I miss?" she asked, her eyes bright with mischief.
"Unfortunately, nothing, Sarah refused to give me a Blowjob" I replied, forcing a smile.
With a confident tilt of her head, Kate leaned against the wall at the foot of our bed, her seductive eyes looking directly at me. "You know," she teased, "I absolutely adore giving head." The mischievous glint in her eyes gave away her true intentions as she licked her lips.
My heart raced at her words, Fuck I'd love to get a blowjob from her, I thought. I exchanged a glance with Sarah, who rolled her eyes, but smiled at the same time. I'm not sure why I asked, but I thought I might as well give it a go.
"Would you let Kate give me a blow job?" I asked my wife. I tried to make it sounds like a joke, but I also wanted both women to know that this is something I want.
