As he spoke, Carlos proceeded to divest Guy of his polo shirt and jeans exactly as if the two of them were alone, leaving Trish wide-eyed and open-mouthed with shock. For a brief moment, she wondered if she should leave and let them do whatever they did in private. But then she remembered Guy saying they both liked to watch and be watched. And, she had to admit, the expression on Guy's face and the way Carlos was caressing Guy's burgeoning shaft with his tongue was the absolute biggest turn-on imaginable.

She pressed a hand between her jeans-clad legs. She was hot, she was wet, and she desperately wanted a return encounter with Guy's beautiful big dick. She wanted to taste him, and she wanted to have him taste her. And she wanted to find out what the delectable Carlos had to offer. He looked and smelled delicious and…

Before she could stop herself, she reached out a hand and stroked his bare back, feeling his muscles clench in response to her touch.

A little afraid she'd done the wrong thing, she pulled back her hand. "Sorry. Didn't mean to interrupt."

Carlos looked up with a grin. "You didn't. It's just that your hand is cold and it took me by surprise. But you are a beautiful and sexy woman, and I'd like very much for you to join in. Or is it that you just prefer to watch?"


"Trish has never done this before," Guy said, reaching over and giving her hand a reassuring squeeze. "So we must let her take things slowly. We don't want to scare her."

"Ah, now I understand." Carlos looked at Trish, a devilish gleam in his dark eyes. "You're rather over-dressed for this occasion, so with your permission I'd like to begin removing your clothes? Very slowly, of course."

"Sure. But what about…" She glanced at Guy's rampant cock. "If you want to…you know…umm…finish?"

"You first." Carlos unzipped Trish's hoodie in slow motion. When it reached the bottom, he unhooked the catch and slipped the garment off her body. He pushed her bra straps off her shoulders and exposed her breasts to his view. He smiled, leaned forward and teased a nipple with his tongue, making her shiver with delight. Then, when he'd completely removed her bra, he took one her nipples into his mouth and sucked so hard the feeling zigzagged through Trish's body like a jolt of electricity.

He waited a moment and did it again, and again, and by the time he stopped and let her go, she felt strangely boneless, but at the same time so excited and so damn horny, she just wanted one of them to spread her legs and…

Suddenly, she realized both men were looking at her with self-satisfied smiles.

"Good, hmm?" Guy inquired.

"Yeah, but…"

"And now you want more?"

She sighed. "No. I'd like to go out somewhere and see a movie."

Guy and Carlos exchanged grins, and she wondered what they had in mind.

"What? I hope you're not going to make me beg."

"No. But I think it will be more pleasurable if we take off the rest of our clothes," Carlos said, as he unbuttoned and stepped out of his own jeans and then helped Trish remove hers.

After Trish's panties and Guy's boxers had been added to the pile of clothing on the floor, Carlos told Trish to lie down between Guy's legs with her back resting against his belly and to draw up her knees.

"What happens next?" she wanted know, relieved to notice both men had donned condoms, but still amazed at her own daring in joining in their sex games. Maybe it was a combination of jetlag, freedom from the daily grind, and the fact she was miles from home that had her feeling so adventurous. Back home, she'd have run a mile at the mere mention of anything this kinky. Now she was actually looking forward to having sex with two strangers at the same time.

Unless I'm dreaming…

"Just close your eyes and relax."

Trish wasn't sure which of the two had spoken, but she closed her eyes and did try to relax. She inhaled the faint odor of male sweat, and she could smell their own natural musky scent. She realized it was Guy who grasped her knees and spread her legs wide, and she knew it was Carlos' fingers that opened her folds. But as soon as his tongue began to lave her clit it felt so delicious she almost stopped breathing.

Guy's hands moved from her knees to her breasts, and Trish was awash in sensation. She'd heard about les ménages à trois, but she'd had no idea they could be like this.

Carlos moved a finger up inside her, then he added a second, and she drew in her breath. It felt good, but not as good as what she'd seen hanging between his legs. Just thinking about Carlos' big cock had her on the edge of an orgasm. Plus Guy's equally large member was nudging against her cheek. If she could just turn her head a tiny bit, then maybe…

But it seemed Carlos had read her mind. He pulled back and said softly, "Guy, if you'll move so you're lying across the bed, and if Trish will kindly reverse her position, we can all get what we want at the same time. But you'll need to elevate your butt a little, Trish, okay?"

Trish had done sixty-nine a couple of times and enjoyed it, but before she had time to really think about how Carlos intended to get his, she felt him opening her ass cheeks and probing her hole with a finger.

"You ever done it this way?" he asked.

"No." Trish wasn't even sure she wanted to do it that way, but she'd heard it was supposed to be quite the thrill, and since this was her big adventure, what the heck? "Just try to be gentle."

As she took Guy's rigid cock into her mouth and began to knead and suck, she felt Guy's fingers and tongue seeking out her most sensitive spot. She felt something cold and wet against her butt, then her ass cheeks were spread wide and she felt Carlos' big rod pushing slowly inside.

It hurt a little at first, and she was afraid she might have to call a halt. But Carlos took his time and as her muscles began to relax, she began to understand what the hype was all about.

Carlos gradually sped up his strokes, moving deeper and deeper inside her, while Guy did the same with his tongue, until she could no longer hold back. She felt the spasms start small, then begin building until the explosion came like a rocket going off in her head. She'd released Guy a moment ago when she felt him start to climax, and then it was Carlos' turn. A couple of final thrusts and he ran out of steam, muttered, "Wow," and collapsed beside them on the bed.

After listening to the men's ragged breathing for a moment, she sat up and reached for the beer on the nightstand. It was warm now, but still wet, and she quickly guzzled down about half the can in a single swallow.

"Anyone want some?" she invited, holding up the can.

Guy grabbed the beer and finished what was left, cleaning up a little that dribbled down his chin with the back of his hand.

After replacing the empty can on the nightstand, he reached for Trish and began to play with her nipples. "That was good, yes?"

"I thought it was great." She glanced over at Carlos, who was lying on his side with his eyes half-closed as he watched them. She ran a toe down the length of his tanned and muscled leg. "What about you?"

"It was okay."

"Just okay?"

Carlos laughed as he grabbed her leg and tried to tickle her foot. "I'm just teasing. It was good. The three of us together are very good. And with a little practice, we'll be fantastic."

"Will we fly?"


He gave up on the tickling and began to play with Trish's toes. "What are we doing for dinner?" he asked Guy. "Staying in or going out?"

"Trish is here on vacation, so I think we should let her decide. Trish?"

"Whatever. I don't care. What do you normally do?"

"Most week nights we eat in, and since we both enjoy cooking, we take turns." Guy reached over and ruffled Carlos' short, dark hair. "And it just so happens it's Carlos' turn tonight. What were you planning on, Carlos?"

"There's some cooked chicken and chorizo in the refrigerator, and I bought fresh seafood on my way home. I could make paella. You like Spanish food, Trish?"

"I like just about everything. I also like to cook."

"Good." Carlos got off the bed, picked up his jeans and headed for the door. "I need ten minutes in the bathroom, then you can come and help me."

Trish sorted out her own clothes from the heap on the floor. "Do you have only the one bathroom?"

"No. There's an ensuite in the guestroom." Guy reached for his boxers and put them on. "Come. I'll show you."

Trish followed Guy out the door and down a short hallway to another bedroom with plain, cream walls and a regular double bed.

"There should be everything you need," he said, as he opened the ensuite door. He slid a hand around her waist, then moved it down a little and squeezed her ass. "Soap, shampoo, toothpaste, towels. If not, give me a shout."

"You don't want to join me?" she invited, then wondered where she'd suddenly found the courage to get so bold.

He turned her around, and she felt his hardness press against her belly. "Yes. But…"

"But what? Carlos won't like it if we start making out in here and leave him to cook dinner?"

"No." He began to tease her lips with his tongue. "If I don't leave now, I'm afraid Carlos will not only be cooking dinner by himself, he'll probably also be eating it by himself."

"And that would be a bad thing?"

Guy laughed and began to back away. "And you called me insatiable?"

"Yes, well…" She chuckled and dropped her clothes on the bed. "Must be catching."

After a quick, refreshing shower, Trish put her clothes back on, and finger-combed her hair. Her nosy was shiny and her lipstick only a memory, but she'd left her purse in the living room so any further primping would have to wait.

When she found the kitchen, Carlos gave her a hug, and an unexpectedly lengthy and satisfying kiss. He said he'd sent Guy out to find something for dessert, and that he had the paella under control. However, if Trish would like to prepare a salad it would be a big help. He gestured toward a couple of different varieties of lettuce and other vegetables sitting in a wire basket farther down the counter.

The paella turned out to be delicious, and Guy couldn't understand why the salad was so much better than usual until Carlos admitted Trish had made it. But for Trish, the highlight of the meal was the concoction of light-as-air whipped cream and velvety chocolate desserts Guy had found at the local patisserie. They were the most sinful thing she'd eaten in months. By the time dinner was over and the three of them were relaxing in the living room with their after-dinner coffee, Trish felt too stuffed with good food to move.

Guy finished his coffee, put down the cup and pulled Trish to her feet. "I must go get my car. And Carlos and I have come up with a great idea." He glanced over at Carlos, who nodded and smiled. "We were wondering, rather than spend your vacation time all alone in your friend's apartment, if you would you like to collect your things and come stay here with us?"

"Stay here with you in this apartment?" If they'd suggested buying tickets on the next rocket ship and spending the weekend on the moon, Trish couldn't have been more surprised. "No. I can't put you to all that trouble. I assume you both work, and anyway I was planning on spending a few days outside the city. It's really very kind of you, and I thank you for even considering it, but I can't. I-"

"You don't like us?" Carlos asked, frowning. "For you, this afternoon meant nothing. It was just a one-off as you say in English?"

"No, absolutely not. I don't do one-offs, at least not intentionally. But…"

"But what?" Guy wanted to know. "I thought we had something special."

"We do. It's just…" Trish felt flustered and unsure, like she was taking advantage. "It's really kind of you, but I'd feel like I was imposing-especially on such short acquaintance. We only met a few hours ago."

Guy reached over and took Trish's hand in his. "You would not be imposing. I swear. We just thought you might prefer to stay here with us rather than in your friend's apartment where you'd be all alone."

"Other than for sleeping and a place to leave my stuff, I won't be there very much. Most of my time will be spent seeing the sights and maybe doing a little shopping. I think I mentioned there are a couple of day trips I want to take to Chartres and Versailles. If I can, I'd also like to do an over-nighter to see the chateaux of the Loire."

"You can do all that just as easily from here," Carlos put in. "And if you ask Guy nicely, he might even loan you his car."

A look of pain crossed Guy's face, and Trish laughed. "I don't know Paris or the surrounding area, so I think I'll play it safe and leave the driving to someone else."

"What about the evenings?" Carlos wanted to know. "You can eat at many of the restaurants by yourself, but you can't go alone to any of the famous ones or to a club. I wouldn't recommend the cinema either-at night, those places are full of perverts looking for lonely women. And sitting alone at a café can also result in unwelcome attention."

"Really?" Convinced Carlos was being over-protective and doing a little chest beating as well, Trish raised her eyebrows and faked a wide-eyed, innocent look. "You mean someone might actually try to pick me up?"

"A beautiful woman like you, I guarantee it," Carlos affirmed, his expression almost a scowl. "I've watched how some of those vermin operate. Especially with pretty tourists. They lead you on, grab your tourist dollars and, they hope, your passport, which they can sell, and then vanish into the night."

"Are you trying to scare me?" Trish asked. She knew the first rule for a woman alone in a foreign city was to do nothing she wouldn't do in her own hometown and while she'd gotten carried away with Guy and Carlos' charms, from here on she intended to follow that rule. Of course, she'd imagined herself wandering around the streets in the evenings to see the lights and the nightlife. Now a tiny surge of apprehension invaded her thoughts, and she realized she was every bit as naïve as her last boyfriend had claimed. Paris might be the city of love and a romantic's dream come true in many respects. In reality, Paris was also just another big city with all the same inherent problems and dangers lying in wait for the unwary.

"Is it working?" Guy asked.

Trish grimaced. "I guess. A little bit anyway. I'm a big girl. I don't take candy from strange men, or get into their cars, or-"

"You got into mine," Guy reminded her.

"That was different," Trish defended herself. "We'd just deplaned from an overnight flight, and you were met by a chauffeur-driven limo. If you'd pulled any funny stuff, I could have tracked you down through the airline. What I meant was, if, for example, I was walking along a lonely street at night, and a car stopped and the driver offered me a lift."

Carlos refilled his coffee cup from the cafétière. "What would you do if that happened?"

"There are so many variables, I try to make sure it doesn't. Either I drive myself, or I call for a taxi. I don't take stupid chances." She paused. "But to be honest, I hadn't thought about the perils of Paris by night. I guess my head was so filled with all the glamour and the romance, I forgot it's just another big city, so it didn't even occur to me to bring a couple of books for something to do in the evenings."