The sexual and emotional feelings of his agreed to and forced voyeurism was the price Barry was realizing that he now had to pay for not stepping up and being the husband he should have been. However, despite his guilt, the site of watching Michele being gang banged was truly remarkable, as Barry approached his fourth orgasm, as he re-watched his wife’s workout, the telephone suddenly rang. It was Kincaid, who told Barry to shut up and to listen, for what he was about to say and offer was the price of having neglected the sexual needs of his young and beautiful wife.
Kincaid then proceeded to tell Michele’s husband about what he had not witnessed, such as the alleyway fuck, the oral sessions in the back of the car, and Katya’s orgy, all of which Michele had been on the receiving end of, and that there was so much more to come. As Kincaid described in vivid detail all of the events Barry had not witness, Barry's mind was boiling with jealousy when he suddenly told Kincaid to fuck off and that he was going to come to Paris and kill him. To which Kincaid calmly replied,
“My friend, do not threaten me. I now hold all the cards. I hold your wife, your career, and your future in the palm of my hands. You will do as I say and you will not disobey. Should you refuse just one simple request, Michele will disappear! So just be a good little boy and stay near the telephone, and check your e-mail (CLICK).”
Kincaid just looked down in disgust and then back to the TV monitor in Luc’s office, as he watched Michele rise up off the bench and said simply to his friend and colleague, “I promise you, Michele will never return to America now. No one threatens me like that and expects to live. However, in her husband’s case, death would be a blessing. Which reminds me, are the cameras ready at your nightclub?”
To which Luc smiled and nodded yes.
All that the note said was “jazz for dancing, and jizz for dinner! Wait for me at the corner café. Be there promptly at 8:00. Being late is not an option.”
After what Michele had just experienced at the hands of the four massive cocks inside the locker room, she trusted that what ever Kincaid had planned for the night would definitely not be disappointing. In the open locker Michele also found a bag full of disposable toiletries and black hair clip, with a small note that instructed her to wear her hair up so as not to hide her neck. Before dressing though she showered, during which she shaved her pubis and underarms. Michele then used a musky smelling wet towel to dry her hair, and then dabbed her body with the perfume from the bag of toiletries. Once she felt she was ready and her hair looked presentable, Michele turned her eyes toward the skimpy white satin dress that Kincaid had selected for her to wear for the evening, as an erotic shiver of excitement went up her spine at the thought of wearing such a daring see through dress in public.
As Michele slipped on the g-string, and prepared herself for the evening, Kincaid and Luc continued to watch her from the back office where Kincaid and Luc had been busy finalizing the plans for Michele’s “training” as the spies now officially termed it, at an ancient and famous chateau on the outskirts of Paris in the suburb of Roissy. However, tonight would be the night for Michele's introduction to the dangerous and erotic darkness of the Paris underworld. The plan, as conceived by Kincaid, which was based upon a number of the rape fantasies he had read in her diaries, was simply to allow Michele to experience a seemingly dangerous and uncontrolled erotic interlude in order to help her unleash her sexual uninhibited dark side. Of course the dress that Michele was now getting ready to peel into, would definitely help set the mood for the erotic and dangerous game that Kincaid had now set in motion. The day before, Luc had offered and then arranged for Kincaid the use of a gangster friend's nightclub, and then went about hiring a number of lowlife musclebound thugs and beautiful prostitutes, as well as several other characters of the Paris criminal underworld, to be actors in the “training” of France's newest femme fatale.
Meanwhile, in the musky and semen scented mens locker room, Michele had begun to lightly dust her body with the rose scented talcum powder that Kincaid had left in his locker. The dress was so small that Michele could tell it was going to be more than a snug fit, as she took it off the hangar and slowly, like a condom going on a cock, slipped it on her curvy body. The silk was tight, but not to tight, as Michele rolled it down, over her breasts, past her waist, and then over her ass until it finally finished unfurling a few inches above her knee, as she turned around to look at herself in the mirror.
What Michele saw in her reflection was very revealing, but since she had just been the center of attention in two orgies in less than 24 hours, the fact that the white dress did little to cover her shapely body was tame compared to the outfit that she had originally worn to the gym. Michele’s dress was especially chosen by Kincaid for the fact that her beautiful body would be clearly visible, through the semi-clear silk. Michele then put on her pumps and walked around and in front of the mirror as she studied herself and contemplated what lay ahead for the evening, after which she check the clock on the wall and saw that it was now nearing 8:00 p.m. As she finished up, Michele decided to be “fashionably late” no matter what the consequences might be. She then put everything back in Kincaid’s locker and walked leisurely to the front of the gym and stepped out of the front door. When Michele stepped out onto the dimly lit street, the door slammed shut behind her, which kept her from immediately trying to retreat when she saw the young hoodlums leering at her from the sidewalk.
The Arab hoodlums on the street whistled at her and tried to block her way as they wanted to get an up close look at this beautiful woman who appeared out of nowhere. However, instead of being turned on by her exposure, fear suddenly ran through Michele's veins, as she pensively walked past the young men who were yelling at her, and flashing Euro bills, in the hopes that she was a whore looking for a cheap trick. Ignoring the whistling men, as she neared the café, Michele saw Kincaid’s friend Luc. As the street toughs continued to follow Michele to the cafe, the three young punks suddenly Luc stand up and make his sizable physical presence known, after which they suddenly stopped and backed away from Michele. As the punks backed away and disappeared into the Paris night, Luc held out his hand and asked, “Are you all right? Never mind the boys, they are harmless. Please forgive them, for you see, the sight of beautiful women makes them, how you say in English, stupid. Right?” To which Michele just smiled and nodded yes as Luc pulled out a chair and offered her a seat.
“Where is Kincaid?” Michele asked.
“He's inside taking a piss. I understand that you had quite a workout in my gym.” Luc said with a leering and very knowing smile. To which Michele just blushed and nodded in a very submissive type way. Upon seeing the afterglow that still shone in her beautiful eyes, Luc knew that Michele would never leave Kincaid or Paris. As both Luc and Kincaid had planned, Michele had already, unknowingly, begun training for her new role and life as an industrial spy; however, before she could be brought to Roissy, there were still a number of planned scenarios and encounters for her to experience before she could be sent away for her training.
Luc then looked to see if Kincaid was coming, and when he saw that he was not, he lit up a cigarette and said to Michele, “As you know Kincaid told you not to be late. However, Kincaid is not a controlling person, but you must remember that you still are a stranger to Paris, and when you are dressed, such as you are now, I would advise you follow his every word..”
Michele then said nervously, “Oh my. I am so sorry! I didn’t mean to be late. I just lost track of time. Is he mad at me?”
To which Luc replied, “Your new lover never gets mad. However, I do expect that you may have to make it up to him.” To which Luc just laughed and then said to Michele, "Not to worry my dear, I was only joking; Kincaid actually went to get the car. Oh there he is now. Well, my lovely I will say take my leave and wish you a good evening. Have fun. Au revior!”
As the car came up to the curb Michele got up and walked over to it, as she felt every man, including Luc, watch her silk encased ass walk away and get into Kincaid’s car, after which she gave her lover a deep appreciative kiss. This was the first that Michele had seen of Kincaid since he had left her to fend for herself in the mens locker room. Yet, Michele was far from complaining as she found herself saying “I love you,” as she kissed Kincaid deep. Seconds later, as their car drove away, Michele gave a wave a wink to her lover’s best friend, whom she found to be physically intoxicating, even though he was twice her age. Yet despite the fact he was 55, Luc reminded Michele, as well as most people, of the French actor Jean Reno, with his aging and rugged good looks, all of which Michele hoped that, in time, she would get to know him better.
After giving Michele a brief description about the African men whom had raped her in the gym locker room, Kincaid remained silent during the remaining drive to the La Bastion where they had dinner reservations for 8:30. The silence was mutual as Michele lovingly stroked and kissed her lover’s arm. For the evening, despite the oppressive heat and humidity, Kincaid had decided to wear his finest Armani suit. The gray suit was worth over $1,000, which was still far less than the micro fiber silk dress in which Michele's body encased.
When Michele and Kincaid finally arrived at the La Bastion, the valet driver practically tripped over himself as he gawked at Michele. Upon seeing the valet's reaction, Michele became flushed with both embarrassment and excitement as she reveled in being a sexy exhibitionist, all the while never acting if there was nothing strange with wearing such a revealing dress in public. Kincaid was content to watch the men and women who gawked at his lover, as they headed towared their table; however, like a good poker player, he acted like nothing was amiss, pulled out her chair, took his seat, and then ordered wine. As the wine was poured, Kincaid began to seduce Michele with both his eyes and words in order to prime her for what he knew would be an adventurous evening at Luc’s club.
During the entire two hour sexually charged candlelit meal, during which Michele, in her short and sexy see through white dress (which truly accentuated her firm and full breasts), teasingly rubbed Kincaid’s crotch with her stocking covered foot under the table, As they sipped on their wine, Kincaid looked into Michele’s eyes and told her just how erotic she had looked fucking all of the men and women she had encountered since her arrival in Paris. He then fully recounted for her everything that had transpired the last two days, from the time she was examined until he revealed that the last cock she had at the gym was that of a hermaphrodite, after which, as she became flush with excitement, he then told her that her adventure had just begun. By this time Michele’s libido was a raging inferno, while on the opposite end of the spectrum Kincaid, who was a master of sexual control, still maintained a cool dignity and composure.
During the course of the meal the subject centered around his time in India with the military, and how he came to read, and become somewhat of a scholar in, the legend and teachings of the Kama Sutra, and how he hoped that she would be willing to sit in his seminar class the day after next at the Louvre. He then told her that the upcoming session would be a practical demonstration by his protégés of what Kincaid had taught them, through their late night discussions at various jazz clubs and cafes, and that Michele’s presence would only add to the education of his students, all of whom he said were 18 year old male freshman taking a special summer session in erotic art that was now being offered by the Sorbonne.
Michele was a bit confused as to what he meant by the remark of adding to his students education, but in just two days she had learned to expect and enjoy the unexpected, and from what Kincaid had said, she sensed that her experience in his classroom would bring more of the same. During the entire meal Michele said little as her lover did most of the talking, while she hung on his every word and ate her meal as sensually as possible, for her lover’s benefit. However, as they waited for their dessert, Michele opened up and began to talk about how, since her arrival in Paris, she had experienced more erotic moments than she had ever hoped to have in a lifetime. Kincaid was of course pleased, because he knew that she had become addicted to the sex quicker than anyone had thought or hoped. Katya originally thought Kincaid’s plan would backfire, but here Michele was, submitting to him without a fight.
As the meal ended, and they sipped the last of the red wine, Kincaid asked Michele if she wanted to go dancing, to which Michele nodded her head excitedly yes, after which Kincaid called for the waiter and asked for the bill. As they left the restaurant a number of young men from the La Bastion stood and watched in awe as the practically nude American woman walked with her lover down the cobblestone street until they finally turned a corner toward a club where only invited guests were allowed. As they walked leisurely to Luc’s club, Kincaid hinted to Michele that tonight, at the club, she would soon have an opportunity to fulfill more of her dark desires and insatiable thirst for sexual adventure. Upon hearing his words, Michele nodded her head in agreement, and then motioned for Kincaid to stop.
It was at that moment, as the two of them stood face to face in the dimly lit street, Michele looked up and tearfully said to Kincaid, “I love you! I really do love you. I want tonight to be even more special than last night. I want to make love to you and I want to know that you will never leave me. Make me your love slave Kincaid, but promise me that you will never send me away. I’ll do anything I can to make you happy.” She then looked at his smiling face, as he gently wiped away her tears and said, “I will never leave you. I love you. It is all I can say. However, before I can make you any more promises, I first need to know that your love is true. That is what tonight is all about.” He then bent down and kissed her deeply and took her by the hand as he guided her towards her next erotic encounter.
As they strolled the streets, arm in arm, in the muggy night air, they both could feel the lust building inside of them, the wine feeding the hunger, as their bodies taunted each other. The romance of Paris swept them both away as they wandered for several more blocks, until finally they stopped at a set of small stairs that led down into an unmarked basement jazz and dance club. Kincaid feigned ignorance and smiled at Michele, after which he suggested they enter as he said with a wink that he could feel the adventure inviting them in. Michele looked up at her lover and at the buildings all around and then said to Kincaid that she could feel it to. The romance and eroticism of Paris had now convinced Michele, in her heart, that she would never return to America, even though she realized that her decision was a quick and impulsive decision guided by her libido. Yet, as she followed her lover and they entered the club, Michele had, in her heart, closed the book on the life that she once knew, as another erotic encounter and life changing sexual adventure awaited her arrival.
Elsewhere, as Michele and Kincaid entered the club, across town Maurice sat at Kincaid’s desk and hit the send button on his colleague’s ancient Mini-tel terminal, while underneath the antique desk Monique was performing a service that she would normally have charged her employer extra for. The decision to switch sides had been tough, but then again Maurice was never quite the team player his boss Kincaid had so eloquently said he was in his last fitness report. For Maurice, the decision was not about money, so there never could be any investigation regarding that aspect of his life, but rather his decision was based upon his love of Kabuki, the woman for whom he would go to the ends of the Earth to please.
Seconds later, in the Shinjuku district of Tokyo, high up in the GENOM Tower, an encrypted file was received and decoded, the contents of which caused the recipient of the message, Kabuki, to smile, as she realized that the time would soon be at hand to have her revenge on the man she both loved and hated. However, now that Kincaid had found a new love, this woman called Michele, her jealousy only made her more determined to see him again and exact her revenge, but first, with the help of Maurice, she had to lay the ground work and lure him and Michele to Japan. As Kabuki contemplated the possibilities of her revenge, it slowly dawned on her that her former lover's greatest strength was his greatest weakness, his voyeuristic tendencies, and if she still knew him like she did, then this woman Michele, who, on the video file sent by Maurice, was now being injected in Luc’s gym with a steady steam of sperm, would be the bait whom she would need to ensnare Kincaid and Luc in her grand spider web of deciet, duplicity and revenge, for which there would be no escape…
Meanwhile, as Michele and Kincaid entered, the amber light was so dim that they could not see into the dark recesses of the club. The dance floor was purposely filled with people moving slowly to a penetrating and erotic African rhythm as Kincaid suggested to Michele that they take a seat in one of the darker alcoves that offered a complete view of the club. After they seated themselves in the cozy booth, a waiter immediately rushed over, as Luc had instructed earlier, and set down a bottle of chilled Mahala laced white wine. Michele and Kincaid then sat back, glasses in hand and sipped their wine as they started to softly touch each other while watching the dance scene in front of them. Slowly and softly Kincaid caressed Michele’s legs, kissed her neck and whispered into her ear the things that he planned to do to her after they returned to his apartment.
The club was filled with a mixture of young immigrants from Africa to Australia, all of whom were at best just struggling to survive life. The club was at the edge of what many Parisians called the Harlem of France, for in this section of the city, which was the most dangerous. Unlike the red-light district, this part of the city’s claim to fame was the urban legends of danger and death. It was also in this section of the city where good girls and bad boys came to meet and fall momentarily in love. The unmarked jazz and dance clubs were yet another of the city’s many aphrodisiacs that call out to those looking for a momentary and lust filled moment of pure decadence and sexual fulfillment.
It was exactly for these reasons that Kincaid brought Michele to this club, he thought, as they both simultaneously noticed a tall black man at the bar, just as Luc had said would be. The African man’s body was that of a dancer's, hard and muscular. The man was dressed in a black T-shirt and black trousers and stared at the two of them, per his boss’s order, running his eyes over Michele’s sexy body. The man knew exactly why he was there and could easily see the lust building in Michele’s eyes as she surveyed both he and the other men in the club. Kincaid knew that the feel of the African's gaze was slowly making Michele hotter and wetter.
Kincaid continued to make small talk with Michele about art and the Paris museums, while at the same time he enjoyed the site of watching Michele become distracted by the African who continued to watch her. As the night moved on the crowd thinned, leaving on the dance floor a number of young Australian girls during which time the music slowly turned into a to a deep and erotic pulsing rhythm, the selection of which was the signal for her erotic adventure to begin as Kincaid whispered into Michele’s ear and requested she perform a solo dance for him. By this time the African's eyes on Michele had driven her crazy, as she stood up, with her skirt now tight against her body and ventured towards the dance floor as she felt both the wine and the music flowing freely through her, totally in synch with her body. Once on the dance floor, Michele began to move slowly to the sensual African rhythm as both the African and Kincaid watched, while all around her others were riveted to the most primitive of all sights, that of a scantly clad woman dancing seductively to the sound of a African mating dance.
As their bodies touched, Michele, who was powerless and filled with lust, could feel the African's thick, heavy, hard cock pressing into her groin. She knew now that she had to fuck him, and feel his huge tool filling her, as she lifted his head and kissed him deep, while unsnapping the fly on his trousers and guiding his cock out with her other hand, while at the same time the African stranger hiked up around her waist the thin silk that covered her ass, and then in one motion pulled off with a loud snap, the G-string that covered her pussy. After he snapped off her G-string, Michele instinctively pressed against him and slid his cock deep into her, in one firm desperate motion.
After having impaled her tiny pussy onto the African's cock, Michele turned to her lover and gave him a knowing glance and smile, in the knowledge that he wanted her to take charge and fuck this stranger, while he and the others in the club, just like at Katya's, watched in silence as they continued to dance. Despite the darkness of the club, it was easy for Kincaid to watch as the African stranger continued to move harder to the music, grinding into Michele, as he crushed her breasts in his large and strong hands and kissed her neck. Suddenly, just as Kincaid anxiously watched and had planned, Michele felt a second mouth kissing her shoulder blades, as she turned her head to see the black bouncer standing behind her moving his hips in time with hers, and taking his cock out his pants and into his hands.
The sight of his dense swollen shaft and the huge throbbing head on the bouncer's cock captivated Michele. The feeling of a cock in her pussy and the sight of this new cock fanned a furnace in her groin as she felt the African's pubic hair and pelvis grating against her swollen and tender clit. The bouncer then moved closer and gently placed his hands on Michele's exposed gyrating ass cheeks, which he then gently spread as he pushed his cock forward so that Michele could feel the tip of it pressing against her asshole.
As the pressure of the bouncer's cock increased, his body merged into Michele's backside, even though her asshole resisted, until he pressed harder and harder until suddenly he forced his way in, as her asshole suddenly gave way. With the sudden invasion of her tight ass by the bouncer's cock, the pain and pleasure made Michele scream as she felt her pussy clamp tighter around the African's cock. The three of them then slowly began to move together to the music as the two cocks pumped slowly into Michele. Lost in her own pleasure, Michele could feel both cocks rubbing her on the inside and almost touching, with only thin membrane of tissue between her pussy and entrail channels that separated the massive cocks, while at the same time she had forced her hands inside the African's t-shirt and scratched her nails across his chest and back, as she held him tight and begged for more.
As he watched Kincaid decided that he needed a better look, then stood up and brought with him his glass of white wine. He then moved towards them rampant with lust at the sight of two strong men fucking Michele hard from front and behind. Kincaid then came right up next to the upright ménage a tois and slowly dribbled the wine over Michele’s lips from the glass as she licked it from her lips, while the rest flowed down her chin, and over and in between her breasts, which the African then licked off her sweet skin, as he simultaneously bit her nipples, after which Kincaid returned to his seat. Meanwhile, the other dancers in the club were captivated by the site of Michele and the two black men, but never stopped dancing, even though the air was completely charged with lust.
As the two strangers pounded into Michele, she soon felt a slow moving tidal wave rising inside of her, as her asshole sizzled, her pussy burned and clamped, her clit throbbed, and her nipples ached. Michele was by now so swept away that she roughly bit the African’s nipples through the fabric of his shirt. The strangers continued to pump into her more and more urgently as the sweat dripped and almost steamed off of them, when suddenly, Michele felt the bouncer thrust deep into her ass after which she felt his scalding spunk course through his shaft as he convulsed and shot his hot load of cum into her ass.
The feeling of his spunk in her ass made Michele’s pussy tighten hard, while at the same time her clit expanded as a sudden orgasmic wave crashed over her, as she came in a loud and long flowing moan as her pussy and ass both tightened like vices around the pricks embedded inside of her. The effect of her orgasm then forced the African to spurt his scalding cum deep into Michele’s pussy as they all convulsed and moaned so loud that their voices drowned out the music. Finally, to the applause of the entire club, the three of them slowed their dance to a stop as both black men eased and dislodged their cocks out of Michele’s orifices that slowly dripped spunk. The bouncer then breathed a kiss on her shoulder and walked away, while at the same time the African stranger smiled, gently lowered her silk skirt and raised her straps, and then wordlessly kissed her deeply and left the club.
Before she could return to Kincaid, Michele went to the ladies room where she lifted up her skirt to watch in the full length mirror as the spunk dripped out of her pussy and ass, down her legs and onto her stained pumps. As she looked in the mirror at the uninhibited who now stood before her, Michele saw that she was no longer the same married house wife she was just days before. Instead she was the lover of a man who wanted her to be exactly what she had always wanted to be- uninhibited. After she cleaned up, Michele found that the music had been turned down and that they were now playing slow love songs, and that Kincaid was in his own little world at their table.
Upon seeing Kincaid, Michele seductively approached and sat at their table, her body burning. She could tell, from the purple, swollen head on her lover’s wet oily cock, and the way that he had been stroking himself that he was on the verge of cumming. After having sat down, Michele, in a continuing motion, leaned down to take Kincaid's cock in her mouth after which he exploded multiple loads of cum into her mouth, the heat of which tingled the back of her throat as she greedily swallowed it down. After which, now that they were sexually sated they sat back, as she leaned into him savoring the hot stickiness of the cum still in her pussy, ass, and stomach, with Kincaid's arm nestled her shoulder as they enjoyed their Mahala wine, the erotic atmosphere, and the romantic music, as the sex show on the club dance floor continued on...
