dada
," Jean-Luc took over baby Colin, who was already nodding his head, more than halfway to sleeping.
"I'll help," Connor offered, and took Jean-Luc's glass. Together they made their way across the field to the house. I watched the two guys trot off together - like a proper couple, parents bringing their child for a walk. I smiled at the picture of domesticity and diverted my attention back to the ongoing treasure hunt.
CHAPTER SIX: CONNOR
"There," Jean-Luc pulled the blanket on Colin, who was content to catch on his nap while the rest of the family was having a good time.
"He really likes you," I muttered, feeling awkward now just to be with him, no one else in the room - well, baby Colin didn't count, yet. He smiled, the French devil, and put a finger on my chest, tippy tippity tap on the fabric stretched over my pecs.
"How about his father? Does his father like me?" God, his voice sounded so seductive with that throaty Piaf lilt, like the sound of something purring, or something plunging into a small hole. I sniggered at his question.
"Of course he likes you. In fact," - I put a firm hand on his right shoulder, smiling all the while - "He likes you very very much." I pulled his face up and close, and laid down a kiss on his pouting lips, which trembled in the kiss like autumn leaves. "It should be wrong that he likes you this much." Another kiss. "Too much."
I felt his hand wander from my chest down my tummy, past my waist to rest on my bulge, which had been raring to go since I left the field to be honest. "
Ah, quel grand champignon
," he murmured. "You do like me." He opened my zipper and pulled out my hefty erection. "Yes, yes, you do." His fingers felt marvelous scratching the veins of my cock. He knelt and gave a kiss on the glans, so red, so angry. "So fucking big," he whispered, as he opened his mouth, my cock head slid on his tongue, and finally we were off to the races.
CHAPTER SEVEN: RICHIE
Family day was finally officially over, with the big barbeque a grand success for everyone. The food was spectacular, the company appreciative, there was even a small fireworks display. With this I had finally cemented my claim as best host against Connor's sisters and sisters-in-law, which they begrudgingly acceded over the final meal. It was a big deal, and though done in good humor was enough to bring a tear to my eyes, that and when Connor gave me a congratulatory kiss in front of everyone. Score!
One of Connor's sisters volunteered to oversee the cleaning by the caterers, leaving us free to celebrate. We decided to make full use of the hot tub to finally have a moment to ourselves, perhaps knock off a champagne bottle or two, have a nice warm bubbly soak with the bubbly drink. Baby Colin was sleeping off the day's excesses, and had already been fed. Ever the grateful host I decided to invite Jean-Luc to the hot tub with Connor and me.
What I was not expecting though was for Jean-Luc to come out in the most ravishing white little jockstrap that managed to look simultaneously virginal and come-hither-boys. The jock looked painted onto his body, which was slender and toned in an almost androgynous way. Added to the fact that he was bringing out the champagne in an ice bucket with pretty little flutes for us and he made a very fetching picture. No wonder the man made a living being in the pictures and magazines.
CHAPTER EIGHT: CONNOR
Fuck! That jock was my present for Richie! Just a little something to celebrate the success of family day, which I knew was a big deal between him and my sisters. From where did Jean-Luc find that... oh yeah, I showed him the box after he sucked me off this afternoon. Fuck.
That said, he looked more beautiful than Richie ever would in that jock.
CHAPTER NINE: RICHIE
This champagne really rocked, so cool, so bubbly, I found myself burping every five seconds. The warm water was going into my head, making everything look like bubbles, haha. I watched as Connor and Jean-Luc seemed to sit closer and closer as the night drew on and the heat was almost unbearable. The two seemed to be having the time of their lives, sipping champagne that I chose and I bought and brought back home, talking about everything and nothing in particular, giggling at times like little children. At one point I imagined Connor had his arm around Jean-Luc, bringing him close to his body. It was just a second, and the next moment my eyes refocused they were back apart.
My takeout from this was this was one hell of a good champagne.
CHAPTER TEN: CONNOR
Fuck, we had to be careful. Richie almost caught us practically hugging while he was nodding half-asleep, much like baby Colin. But I couldn't stop... fuck yeah, that's the spot.
Jean-Luc looked at me with half-lidded eyes, his asshole clench-unclenching around my intruding finger, which was hopefully covered by the bubbles. I grinned mischievously at my French slut and dialed up the intensity of my digital assault on his poor cunt, my husband looking all the while. We kept up the pretense of conversation, though it was hard to follow Jean-Luc's meandering sometimes, but amazingly he kept his cool throughout while having a finger up his ass. Now it was something about taxes in Austria where he lived.
"So, you are considered an Austrian citizen, that's weird."
"That's normal, because we're all in the E.U., I have to register as a foreign citizen, but I do pay Austrian taxes."
