After they'd all had breakfast, Lenny and Chucker drove Karl to the train station in Nice, Lenny driving because Chucker was not a driver on the rental agreement for the BMW. After dropping Karl off the other two went back to the hotel and up to Lenny and Karl's suite.
They had a glass of wine, and sat on the couch kissing. Chucker had Lenny all to himself for at least a day, and couldn't wait to have sex with her. He took off her blouse, and then her bra, so that he could kiss and fondle her lovely breasts. Then as he kissed them he started to slip his hand up her skirt.
Lenny was getting warmed up but something was wrong.
"Chucker, my love, it isn't right."
He looked at her quizzically. "What's wrong my lovely one?"
"This seems wrong without Karl here."
"There you go again. Just when I'm getting into things, that chap comes up."
"I'm sorry, but I think I'm starting to love him, I certainly miss him."
Chucker kept his hand under her skirt, but sat back. "Do you miss him watching you while we fuck?"
"I don't know what it is. I just know I like it when he's here. Do we have to do it here?"
"I have an urgent need to fuck you Lenny. So let's get it over, shall we? Take off your knickers!" He said brusquely.
She hesitated a moment, then pulled up her skirt and took off her panties and dropped them on the floor. Chucker got up, and kneeling in front of her spread her legs, and pulled her hips toward him. Then roughly opening her labia with his fingers, pushed his stiff penis into her vagina.
"Oh God, that's good." She groaned
Then he started to fuck her hard, banging away at her crotch without let up.
"Oh oh, good..good, fuck me....fuck me hard my love. Harder sweety fuck me harder....I love you sweety ......yes,yes........right there.....oh I love........there it is.......Aaaaaaah." As she reached a climax.
Moments later he ejaculated into her after a few more hard, punishing thrusts.
They remained locked together for a few minutes, then Chucker slowly pulled out of her pink hole.
After they'd both cleaned up Lenny picked up her panties from the floor and put them back on, then slipped her blouse back on. Chucker walked out on to the balcony and stood looking out at the sea, and Lenny came to him, put her arms around him and asked what was the matter. He said nothing was the matter, but he seemed rather morose.
"You seemed angry, even though that was very good. Is something the matter?"
"I WAS angry. I was angry and jealous of Karl, for having your love."
"But you have my love when we're fucking, Chucker. I can't help it, I tell you over and over, I can't help myself. But I think I love my husband more, and miss him when he's not here."
Chucker suggested they take a relaxing drive in the foothills of the Alps. He said he knew a small restaurant where they could have lunch. So they got ready, and again with Lenny driving they drove up the narrow, winding road into the mountains past Barcellonette. It was quite a challenge for a girl who'd never driven outside California, hardly the relaxing drive she had in mind.
The weather was gorgeous, and the further they drove the more spectacular the views became. They soon arrived at the restaurant in a tiny village and found only a couple of other people there. They sat on the balcony which overlooked a deep rock strewn, but green, valley to have lunch
After a nice light meal accompanied by a delicious bottle of chilled Vouvray, they sat drinking coffee and talking for half an hour. Lenny and Karl were going to leave within a week, and Chucker told her he would be there another week after that. They agreed that they should keep in touch after they both got home.
"Maybe we should be heading back." Chucker suggested, and she agreed, so soon they were on their way back down to Nice. After they'd stopped along the road to admire the view, Chucker slipped his hand up Lenny's skirt to caress her soft inner thigh.
"You have to stop that." She told him. "It's very distracting, and might make us have an accident."
"I've got a better idea. Why don't we pull into one of the view points and fuck."
"You're crazy, Chucker." She said. "Someone would see us and besides we had sex this morning and I'm not ready again yet."
He seemed to have a constant need for sex, and even though she always enjoyed it, it could get tiresome.
He pulled his hand away, then said "Okay, my love. How about a quick blowjob?"
"No Chucker. That would be as bad as if we were fucking. We'd be seen for sure."
He continued to plead with her until finally she swung into a parking spot and stopped dead.
"Okay, take it out." She told him.
With some difficulty, because it was so hard, Chucker pulled his penis out.
"Oh baby, thank you." He said. "I'll shoot a nice wad into you sweet mouth."
Instead Lenny took his penis in her hand and slowly started to rub it.
"Please, Lenny, suck my cock."
"This is what you're going to get," she said grimly. "A hand job. So get your handkerchief out."
Grumbling still, Chucker pulled out his handkerchief, and put it over her hand and his penis. Very soon he was getting close to coming, so Lenny spit into her hand and rubbed some more. Soon she felt his warm ejaculate start to shoot all over her hand.
"Nice; that's so good, my love. Squeeze it, squeeze it.....mmmmmmmm that's good." He murmured.
Just at that moment another car came in and parked next to them, as Chucker sat leaning back with his eyes shut, and his hand still up Lenny's skirt, a woman got out of the car. As she went by she glanced into their car, and did a double-take as she saw the handkerchief in Chucker's lap, with Lenny's hand under it. She walked over to the edge where the man was standing and whispered something in his ear. They both looked back at the BMW and laughed.
After the others left, Chucker cleaned himself up, then handed the handkerchief to Lenny, whose hand was covered with his juices. She started to wipe her hand only to find the handkerchief was saturated,
"You could lick it off." Chucker suggested.
"Yuck. That's disgusting." She told him and handed the handkerchief back.
"That's what you do when you give a blowjob, isn't it?" He replied.
"That's altogether different." Lenny said, as she finally found a tissue which got most of it off.
They continued down to join the main road to Nice, and soon were back at the hotel. Lenny wanted to go up to the suite, but Chucker persuaded her to come up to his room. On the way up in the elevator they talked to an older, English couple who introduced themselves as Sir Oswald and Lady Janet Muchalin. She was very pleasant while he said hardly a word.
In Chucker's room they talked for a while, then he kissed Lenny and started to fondle her breast, taking off her blouse and bra. Then his hand was up her skirt again.
"Sweety, sweety, you want more?" She asked him. "I don't think I'm ready and I just jacked you off. How can you be ready again so soon?"