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14/12/2011
We were on a summer holiday in France, driving across the Loire valley in an open top Lotus, having a ball. We stopped for a couple of days at a lovely B&B, it used to be a priory, beautiful buildings, rather sprawling for a B&B.
The first night we went to dinner in the nearby village, then drove back to the B&B. It was after hours, so we had to open the giant iron gates to get back in to the compound. This required getting out of the car and putting the code into the keypad.
My wife jumped out, did the keypad, then slipped through the gates. I had to wait a bit whilst they opened enough to drive through. She had walked about 30 feet in, turned to face the car, and in the glare of the full beams, pulled up her shirt (no bra) and stood there with her tits on show.
I was in no particular hurry, so drove in nice and slow. Not sure if anyone saw her, don’t think so.
The next night we went to dinner at another restaurant in the village. My wife was wearing a very pretty summer dress, white with big red flowers on it, and a pair of killer red heels. A little bit daring for rural France, especially with the leering Frenchmen everywhere.
We got back about 10:30, no tit flash this time, I think it was too hard to do it in her tight dress. Walking down the outdoor promenade to our room we discovered the billiards room. We went in. It was beautiful, double French doors leading in, the kind with lots of panes of glass, beautiful antique pool table, ancient dark wooden panelling, and a couple of huge floor to ceiling windows opening on to the promenade.
First game was fun, but uneventful. She wanted to play another but I needed the loo. She said she’d rack and break, so I went outside and had a pee in the hedge (so French!). Beautiful star filled summer night. When I came back into the room there was my wife, naked except for her heels and a tiny tiny red lace thong. The dress was draped over a chair. She was leaned over the table taking her first shot, stretching across the table with cue in hand. What a beautiful, long line of naked woman she was, her long hair and tits dangling, her gorgeous bare ass in ¾ profile, beautiful in the soft lighting. I stood with my mouth open for a few moments, taking in the sight. She shot, missed, said “Your turn!” and laughed.
My heart was beating a mile a minute. This was the billiards room for the B&B, open to all guests, and any one of them could have come in at any time. The place had 12 rooms and was full. Plus the owner, a typical leering Frenchman, even worse than most because he was single. He had started chatting up my wife at check in, and continued to do so at every chance. I was hoping he didn’t come round, as I expected he would be locking up fairly soon.
Not to mention the big windows and double glass doors, which opened onto the car park and the promenade that led to all of the rooms.
I was temporarily frozen to my spot, so she faced me full on and said “Do you like my outfit?”. I said I did, very much! We carried on playing, which took a while, as she kept on moving into my line of sight so as to distract me when shooting – which she was doing very successfully! The game went on for some time, as she’s not very good, and I couldn’t shoot straight with her posing naked just the other side of the table – plus my heart pounding just waiting for someone to walk by or walk in.
As we played I became more and more aroused by all of this. By the time I was trying to pot the 8 ball I had a raging hard on. I finally managed to end the game as I potted the cue ball, she won. I couldn’t resist any longer, I bent her over the pool table, pulled out my cock, pushed her thong aside and fucked her soaking wet pussy good and proper, right there in the billiards room.
It was so much fun!
You can write to me, or to my wife at missf1@hotmail.co.uk
The first night we went to dinner in the nearby village, then drove back to the B&B. It was after hours, so we had to open the giant iron gates to get back in to the compound. This required getting out of the car and putting the code into the keypad.
My wife jumped out, did the keypad, then slipped through the gates. I had to wait a bit whilst they opened enough to drive through. She had walked about 30 feet in, turned to face the car, and in the glare of the full beams, pulled up her shirt (no bra) and stood there with her tits on show.
I was in no particular hurry, so drove in nice and slow. Not sure if anyone saw her, don’t think so.
The next night we went to dinner at another restaurant in the village. My wife was wearing a very pretty summer dress, white with big red flowers on it, and a pair of killer red heels. A little bit daring for rural France, especially with the leering Frenchmen everywhere.
We got back about 10:30, no tit flash this time, I think it was too hard to do it in her tight dress. Walking down the outdoor promenade to our room we discovered the billiards room. We went in. It was beautiful, double French doors leading in, the kind with lots of panes of glass, beautiful antique pool table, ancient dark wooden panelling, and a couple of huge floor to ceiling windows opening on to the promenade.
First game was fun, but uneventful. She wanted to play another but I needed the loo. She said she’d rack and break, so I went outside and had a pee in the hedge (so French!). Beautiful star filled summer night. When I came back into the room there was my wife, naked except for her heels and a tiny tiny red lace thong. The dress was draped over a chair. She was leaned over the table taking her first shot, stretching across the table with cue in hand. What a beautiful, long line of naked woman she was, her long hair and tits dangling, her gorgeous bare ass in ¾ profile, beautiful in the soft lighting. I stood with my mouth open for a few moments, taking in the sight. She shot, missed, said “Your turn!” and laughed.
My heart was beating a mile a minute. This was the billiards room for the B&B, open to all guests, and any one of them could have come in at any time. The place had 12 rooms and was full. Plus the owner, a typical leering Frenchman, even worse than most because he was single. He had started chatting up my wife at check in, and continued to do so at every chance. I was hoping he didn’t come round, as I expected he would be locking up fairly soon.
Not to mention the big windows and double glass doors, which opened onto the car park and the promenade that led to all of the rooms.
I was temporarily frozen to my spot, so she faced me full on and said “Do you like my outfit?”. I said I did, very much! We carried on playing, which took a while, as she kept on moving into my line of sight so as to distract me when shooting – which she was doing very successfully! The game went on for some time, as she’s not very good, and I couldn’t shoot straight with her posing naked just the other side of the table – plus my heart pounding just waiting for someone to walk by or walk in.
As we played I became more and more aroused by all of this. By the time I was trying to pot the 8 ball I had a raging hard on. I finally managed to end the game as I potted the cue ball, she won. I couldn’t resist any longer, I bent her over the pool table, pulled out my cock, pushed her thong aside and fucked her soaking wet pussy good and proper, right there in the billiards room.
It was so much fun!
You can write to me, or to my wife at missf1@hotmail.co.uk
Poster:
John
