The Taking of Jill: Ch. 02

"Wow!" Jennifer said to a grinning Jill. "Aren't you just Miss Hot Sex today!"

Pouring them each a cup of coffee, she motioned Jill into her office for their usual morning chat. They always began their day at work that way, catching up with each other over coffee about whatever was going on in their lives.

"So, what gives, girl?" grinned Jennifer. "That's the sexiest thing you've ever worn to work. If you're not careful, you're going to put someone's eye out with those happy nipples of yours! No bra, too! Got a hot date, or what?"

"No, nothing like that. I guess I've just been feeling restless and...bored. I've been really down lately, and wanted to spice things up a bit."

"You mean spice things up at home? How are things with you and Allan these days? Have they improved at all?"

"No, they haven't," said Jill, sadly. "Nothing ever changes. He's so totally wrapped up in his work that he barely knows I'm alive. He's still vaguely affectionate to me, but we're more like comfortable friends instead of husband and wife, if you know what I mean. I miss feeling passion. I miss being desired. Jen, I miss having sex!"

"You're still an awfully young woman to be living without passion, I agree," Jennifer said, with genuine concern. "So, okay, if you're not trying to spice things up with Allan by wearing this outfit, then what gives? Who are you wearing it for?"

"Myself, I guess," Jill said, allowing herself a small, rueful smile. "I've just been feeling restless lately, really restless, even more than usual. I feel like my life is wasting away. I'm not actively living it; I'm just going along with this boring ride. So, I've decided to change things. I'm taking matters into my own hands a lot lately, trying to excite myself."

"Masturbation, you mean?" asked Jennifer gently.

"Well, yes, there's been lots of that, too," Jill said with a laugh. "My neighbors must think I'm strangling cats in my bedroom, what with all the moaning and thrashing they're hearing every time I fuck myself after Allan leaves for work. I love masturbating, but that's not what I mean about taking matters into my own hands. I'm trying to change what I do with my life, to get more involved in creating my own happiness, rather than just sitting back and waiting for 'whatever' to happen. Like I said, I'm trying to jump-start my life. I'm trying to excite myself!"

"Like with that outfit?" giggled Jennifer. "I'd say you're trying to excite all of us, not just yourself. Do you have any idea how amazing you look in that sweater? I mean, seriously?"

"What, you don't like my skirt?" Jill teased.

Jennifer grinned. "You know, I didn't even notice it. I was too distracted by that awesome top! Your tits should be illegal, you sexy bitch. But yeah, stand up. Let me see that skirt."

Coming to her feet, Jill did a playful twirl for her friend before sitting back down and demurely crossing her legs.

Jennifer let out a low whistle. "Again...wow. That has to be the shortest skirt you've ever worn to work. Girl, I'll say this: You definitely have courage to wear something like that. I don't know that I could do it, not to work; then again, I don't have the body to pull it off nearly as well as you do. Between your incredible tits, those perfect legs and that tight little cheerleader's ass, it's a marvel I don't stab you in the neck out of envy. I swear, as hot as you always look, I'm surprised you don't get attacked the moment you leave the house.

"Speaking of which, dressed like that, how did you get to work today? Didn't you say you've been taking the train lately?"

"Yep," Jill said, smiling again. "I took the train today."

Noticing the immediate change in Jill's expression upon the mentioning of the train ride, Jennifer grinned, "Okay, spill it. I know that smile, so what happened?"

"Oh, nothing much," Jill giggled, which made Jennifer happy. In addition to being Jill's supervisor at work she loved her as a person, considering her a lifelong friend. She just wanted Jill to be happy again.

"Describe 'nothing much,'" Jennifer said, enjoying the thought of what might have happened with her gorgeous friend wearing such a sexy outfit on a crowded train.

Jill told her everything; well, at least everything that happened on the train. She omitted the part about bending down in front of her mirror to check herself out, with and without panties. She figured that telling Jennifer about her train episode would be scandalous enough over morning coffee.

"Jill..." Jennifer began, her concern growing.

"I know, I know. I've never done anything like that before. I didn't plan it. Seriously, it just sort of happened."

"But you let it 'just sort of happen,' and you even egged them on. Do you realize how dangerous that was? You easily could have been raped, you idiot. Sweetheart, c'mon, what's going on with you? Are you cheating on Allan?"

"No," Jill said; fairly unconvincingly, Jennifer thought.

"But you're thinking about it, aren't you? That's really what this is all about, isn't it? Jill, are you wanting out of your marriage?"

"I don't know. I mean, I really don't know. Okay, yes, maybe. I swear, though, I'm not having an affair. I haven't cheated yet. That's just it: 'yet.' Jennifer, I need some excitement, and I don't think I can sit at home forever waiting for Allan to give it to me. Even in the best of times he was never exactly the most passionate lover I've ever had, and these days we're down to zilch. Where am I going to find excitement now, or am I just supposed to give up? I don't think I could stand that."

"What about Allan? Are you thinking of having affairs, or one-night stands, or are you prepared to seek a divorce?"

"I don't know, Jennifer. How do you do it? Seriously, how do you stay happily married while screwing Trent behind Peter's back? I have to say, you seem genuinely happy. You don't appear to be the least bit guilt-ridden by the knowledge that you're cheating on Peter with some young stud in the office. Peter seems happy, too. You both seem truly happy together."

"I guess it's just different," replied Jennifer.

"Different, how?"

"We're just different couples, Peter and I, and you and Allan. I can't explain it."

"Well, at least explain one thing..." said Jill, choosing her words carefully. "Does Peter know?"

"Yes, Peter knows. Not all the specifics, though."

"What does he know, specifically?" grinned Jill.

Jennifer took a deep breath. "Peter knows that I love him, and that I would never have some secret affair behind his back. He certainly knows I will never leave him. He also knows I'm a very sexual woman and that, like your Allan, he's away on business quite often, and I can get lonely, too. He knows I have a fondness for large cocks, going back to our college years together. I guess you could say we have an agreement, of sorts. We know sex isn't love, and we love each other very much. He knows in general terms that every so often I will take a lover merely for fun sex, and he's perfectly fine with it. The main thing is that we remain honest with each other, and we do.

"I don't know, Jill. Of course not every husband could deal with it the way Peter does. He's not an insecure man, and he knows I love him and his spectacular cock more than anything."

Smiling at the mention of Peter's cock, Jill sighed. "You and I both know Allan is not that liberal-minded, and while he's not small or anything, he's nowhere near as well-endowed as your Peter. There is no way he would just let me fuck Trent."

"Who said we were talking about you fucking Trent?" grinned Jennifer. "Oh, now I get it! So that's what this is all about!" she laughed, crowing with glee while gesturing to Jill's hot body and sexy clothes. "The Great Mystery is solved! You're trying to seduce Trent!"

Blushing, Jill lowered her head. She didn't say a word.

Jennifer suddenly realized how accurately her remark had hit home, and she regretted making light of it. "Oh, sweetie, I'm so sorry. This is serious, isn't it? Are you really thinking about having sex with Trent?"

"I don't know!" Jill exclaimed, her face rising in anguish. "If I have an affair, Allan will definitely divorce me!"

"Knowing that, would you tell him?"

"I think I'd have to. I don't know that I could live a lie while having affairs behind his back. Maybe I could, but what would be the point? Why stay married if I'm just going to cheat on him?"

"That's true. It's not like you need him for his money. You make more than he does, and you have no children. It comes down to whether you really want to stay married? If you're going to start sleeping around in a passionless marriage you don't even want to be in, yes, you may as well just end it. Absolutely, go ahead and gain your freedom."

She took Jill's hands. "With that being said, don't end your marriage over a huge cock. If you want a divorce, fine, and if this wild desire for excitement is a symptom of your marriage simply not working for you, that's also fine. Just don't base your decision on some random extramarital fling, no matter how great the sex. That would be crazy. No sex is worth giving up a good marriage."

"My marriage isn't what I would call 'good,' though, and I can't help but notice that when you talk about the 'extramarital fling' you keep mentioning how huge the cock is and how great the sex is," Jill said, smiling daggers at her friend.

"Oh, I won't deny that!" said Jennifer, laughing like a horny schoolgirl. "His cock is enormous, and the sex is absolutely amazing!"

Jill giggled, "Okay, Little Miss Size Queen, exactly how 'enormous' are we talking here? I don't even think I'd want some crazy porn cock that's a foot and a half long and thicker than my forearm."

"No doubt. We both enjoy sucking cock too much, and we love anal. God, even too much in my pussy is, well, too much. I want pleasure, not pain. We would never want some outrageous elephant cock."

"So...?" smiled Jill.

"Okay, fine. He's like this..." Jennifer said, holding her hands ten inches apart. Giggling, she spread them another foot. "It feels more like this, though. It's also really thick," she grinned, making a half-circle with her hand. "I can't get my fingers all the way around it. I've had a couple that were even longer, but his is definitely the thickest. I swear, it's literally perfect. It's not so ridiculously huge that I can't still take it down my throat or in my ass, and it feels absolutely divine deep inside my pussy. It's just gorgeous, too. It gets so damn hard, like a teenager's cock, and it has this delicious little banana bend. Mmmmmm-hmmm, he hits all the right spots when he pounds my pussy."

"You're not helping here, you know," Jill sighed, rubbing her thighs together.

Noticing her horny friend's obvious signs of arousal, Jennifer grinned wickedly. "Still, as great as it is, his awesome dick isn't the main thing about him. You know the real reason so many women here love to fuck him?"

Jill looked at her like she was crazy. "One, he's drop dead gorgeous. Two, he apparently has the cock of a god. Am I getting warm?"

"Actually, no, that's not it. Sure, his cock is incredible, and he's a total babe, but that's really not it. We've probably both fucked plenty of great-looking guys with nice cocks who just didn't do it for us. I know I have."

"Yes, I have too," admitted Jill. "Okay, so what is it? What's so special about him that the women here all seem willing to risk their marriages just for the chance to become another notch on his bedpost?"

"Jill, he's amazing," Jennifer said wistfully. "I've never been with anybody who makes having sex so much fun. He absolutely loves sex. Any sex. All sex. No holds barred, anything you want, and he can go forever, often not even stopping after he orgasms. Also, he shoots cum like a geyser. It's a to-die-for feeling when there's so much cum that my pussy can't hold it all, and it drips into my asshole. The biggest thing, though, is that he simply has no inhibitions, and his enthusiasm, his boundless sexual appetite, is totally contagious. Before you know it, you're doing things you never could have imagined! He makes you want it so badly; all of it, just...sex. We're talking pure, wild, animalistic fucking. You end up craving it every bit as much as he does."

Again, Jill didn't say anything. She didn't have to. Jennifer could see that the frustrated young wife was silently screaming, 'Damn it, that's exactly what I want!'

~ ~ ~

"Jesus, check out Jill!" said Bill sotto voce to Trent.

They were shooting the breeze in Bill's office when Jill walked by. Noticing their stares, she returned Bill's leering smile with a small grin before stopping at a desk directly in front of them. Leaning on it with one hand, she slowly bent down to adjust her heel.

The side-on view Bill and Trent enjoyed was of her firm, braless breasts in silhouette, her nipples erect from the constant friction of her tight top and her sexy talk with Jennifer. Her formfitting skirt rode up her bare thighs, nearly exposing the beginning curves of her ass. The light layer of wool stretched tautly across her supple bottom, framing it beautifully as she stood perched on one leg atop her high heels.

Bent over so invitingly, with one heel raised, her curvaceous ass was pure temptation.

"Fuck, I'd love to bury my face in that..." whispered Bill.

Trent said nothing; his eyes had become narrow, unblinking slits. When Jill suddenly stood again, her breasts bounced prettily before coming to a perfectly pouting rest inside her thin top. Watching her, Trent's nostrils flared.

Giving her skirt a gentle tug, Jill offered the two men a parting smile before continuing down the hall, a decided wiggle playing on her hips.

Later that day Bill and Trent were in the business office when Jill and Sue, another co-worker, came into the room. Bill stood reading a newspaper beside the copier while Trent sat at a table shuffling through stacks of paperwork.

Trent looked up when the two women entered the room, and Jill caught his glance. Unsmiling, he just stared, though there was a decided gleam in his eyes.

Jill needed to make some copies, but Bill was blocking her path by standing between the table and the copier. Rather than walk around the table to make her approach from the other side, Jill simply slid in front of Bill, edging her way through. With her back to him, she set her hands on the counter top while moving her hips and ass across his crotch.

"Excuse me," she smiled sweetly.

Looking over her shoulder, she saw that Trent was watching. Never changing her expression, she subtly pushed her ass into Bill's hardening cock before continuing on by.

Once she was in front of the copier, she loaded it and waited while it whirred and whooshed. Returning her hands to the counter, she gently swayed her ass back and forth, rocking from hip to hip as if moving to her own music.

When her copies were finished, she gathered them up while taking a quick peek over her shoulder. Bill was ready for her to wedge on by again, but she walked around the table to where Trent sat.

At the hint of her perfume, his nostrils flared again.

Standing directly beside him, she leaned over to place her papers on the table. She bent at the waist as she leaned down, ostensibly to check through the stack.

Seemingly satisfied with her work, she arched her back and raised her arms high above her head, affecting a relaxing stretch. Pressing her hands to her tummy, she pulled her sweater nice and tight. Her large breasts thrust out proudly above the tapering contours of her stomach, her nipples standing at attention in stark relief.

She risked a sideways glance at Trent; when their eyes met in a discreet dance of wills, she flashed a teasing smile. In return, he offered only a slight raising of one corner of his roguish mouth, yet there was no mistaking the intensity in his gaze.

'An acknowledgement smirk. Nice,' she thought, grinning to herself.

~ ~ ~

It was the following Monday when Jennifer called everybody together for a meeting.

"Okay, guys, I have an announcement. The numbers are in, and we have our winners for the company contest. As you know, only the top two performers get to go. Sure, while this is really nothing more than a reward vacation for a job well done, the company also wants the tax write-off. That being the case, our winners will need to attend a seminar with one of our clients. Don't worry, it will only be a single three-hour session, dinner included. At least try to pretend to pay attention when you're there, 'k? Just don't embarrass us, that's all I ask. Otherwise, go and have fun! You've earned it!"

Everyone let out a mock cheer, and a paper airplane flew over their heads.

Jennifer grinned. "Buncha doofuses. Oh, and in case anyone cares, this year we're doing something a little different. We're not sending you off to Cabo, Vegas or Hawaii again. Nope, this time our winners are going to have an all-expenses-paid, seven-day vacation in...Paris!"

Everyone whooped it up except Bill, who joked to Sue, "Watch, it's probably Paris, Texas."

"No, smartass," smiled Jennifer. "It's the real deal, as in Paris, France, beginning a week from Friday. Each winner will receive their own suite at a converted eighteenth-century palace, the Hôtel de Crillon, on the Place de la Concorde. You'll be right in the heart of it all, just steps away from the Champs-Elysees and many of the major sights of the City of Lights. Something a little different this time, is the point. We're also adding a new twist we think you might really like. Instead of only having two winners, we're going to give you a choice. We can do the two winners plus their spouses, or we can go with four people from the office, in which case the spouses can still go but it will have to be on their own dime. It's your call, so take a vote."

"Screw the spouses! Who would want to go to Paris with their spouse anyway?" shouted the unmarried Bill, and everybody laughed.

A quick vote was taken, and it was determined that the unmarrieds outnumbered the marrieds, the consensus being that rather than waste such a cool trip on boring spouses it would be much better to share the wealth among themselves.

Jennifer said, "Alrighty then! It looks like the vote is for a company stag party in Paris!"

A big cheer went up, and everyone laughed.

She continued, "Okay, so the first and second place winners this year are, shockingly enough...Bill and Dana!"

"Big surprise there. Bill has even less of a life than I do," Jill quipped to Sue.

Jennifer continued, "And our two extra winners are...Trent and Jill!"

Sue squealed with delight for her friend. Jumping up and down while shouting and clapping, she slapped Jill hard on the ass, making Jill jump too.

An embarrassed Jill just stood there, rubbing her bottom while wagging her finger in joking admonishment at Sue. Scanning the room, she looked over at Bill, who was whooping it up with anyone within arm's reach.

When Jennifer gave her a bemused smile, she looked back questioningly. Grinning, Jennifer just stuck out her tongue.

Noticing that Trent was also looking at Jennifer, Jill watched as they exchanged unblinking stares. When Jennifer raised her eyebrows at him, Trent finally smiled, and she returned his smile.

He slowly turned his gaze to Jill, his little smile not budging an inch. He fixed his grin on her, and Jill turned back to Jennifer, who responded by giving her a comically overdone "Who? Me?" smile of feigned innocence.

Jill looked back at Trent, who seemingly still hadn't blinked. He was giving her a small, wolfish grin. She took a deep breath, making her breasts nearly burst from her tight sweater, and shot him a coy smile.

Then she turned with definite purpose towards her smirking friend.

"Uh-oh!" giggled Jennifer when she noticed Jill making a beeline for her.

Quickly turning tail, she dashed into her office and locked the door, laughing as Jill rattled the knob.

"Jennifer Winslow! You big coward, open this door!"

~ ~ ~

"Madame, I am greatly sorry for the inconvenience, but we do not have four separate suites reserved for your party. We only have two, and your friends from America checked into them last night."

Jill stood there in disbelief, staring at a desk manager named Pascal.

"This can't be happening," she said, holding her head in her hands.

"What would you suggest, Monsieur?" Trent asked.

"S'il vous plait, if I may," said Pascal. "Please, allow me to see what I may arrange. Pardon me while I make a phone call. You have my sincerest apologies, and I shall return in just a moment...."

Jill stood in the lobby of the Hôtel de Crillon, awed at her surroundings yet frustrated by her plight.

Besides worrying that she was going to be stuck in Paris on a Friday night without a room, she was also still reeling from the dirty trick Jennifer had played on her. Of course it was a wonderful trick, something only a warm, caring and very generous friend would dare to do, but...still.

She'd gone overboard...way overboard.

'Sending me off to Paris, with Trent of all people? A week together, all by ourselves? As if Trent will let our having separate rooms be any deterrent! I still don't even know what I want to do about my marriage, and here Jennifer is, feeding me to the wolves!' she thought.

She'd told Allan that she had been assigned to a business conference in Paris. He didn't ask whether he was invited. He merely seemed benignly amused by her good fortune, even if it meant his wife going to Paris without him.

"You're really doing well at your work," he said supportively. "They must think quite highly of you to send you on such an important and expensive business trip."

When she told him where she'd be staying and who would be coming along, he blandly smiled, "That sounds very nice. I'm sure you guys will have a lot of fun."

Nothing. No response. No real or feigned concern. No expressions of regret that he couldn't accompany her. No warnings to be careful. Just...nothing. She may as well have told him she was popping down to the market to pick up some bagels and paper towels.

'Yes, Allan,' she thought amid the opulence of the grand hotel lobby, 'I'm sure I will have a lot of fun.'

She had decided that one way or the other she was going to leave the old Jill back in America; in Paris she was going to try to be who she wanted to be. She didn't know exactly how far she would go, or even whether she trusted herself to know where her boundaries may lie; she only knew that she was at least going to answer the door should temptation come knocking.

'I'll still call home each night...or maybe I won't. Maybe I'll just see about calling him, if and when I please.'

"Good news!" said the returning Pascal, interrupting her thoughts. "It seems we do have one suite available, a very luxurious suite; in fact our richest, most well-appointed suite in the entire hotel. You are welcome to enjoy your stay with us, courtesy of your generous employer. Please, allow me the pleasure of personally escorting you to your accommodations."

And with that, Pascal led Trent and Jill to their suite, which was easily the size of a large apartment home.

The magnificence of the décor was simply astounding to Jill, who gazed in wonder at the embroidered silk drapery and seventeenth-century armoire. Beneath her feet lay an incredible gilded mosaic floor. There were sterling silver candle holders everywhere, and hanging above the great room was a sparkling crystal chandelier.

Though it was all too much to take in at once, the bed simply stunned her. Featuring ornately carved mahogany bedposts, of course it was enormous; it was also so overwhelmingly elegant that she couldn't imagine actually sleeping in it. Along with the beautifully woven tapestry displayed over the matching carved mahogany headboard, there were the finest silk sheets, and the regal canopy nearly made her swoon.

Truly, a sleeping chamber fit for a king.

'Or at least a duke,' she giggled to herself.

"We only recently added this..." Pascal said, gesturing to the two-person Jacuzzi situated adjacent to the bedroom's dark stone fireplace. "Every modern convenience, together with the uniquely elegant accoutrements of eighteenth-century royalty, at your pleasure," he smiled grandly.

~ ~ ~

"I'm going to strangle Jennifer when we get back home," Jill said, shooting Trent a wry grin.

"Oh, I wouldn't be too hard on her," he replied, clearly enjoying Jill's discomfiture.

"That's easy for you to say. You've already been 'too hard' on her," she smirked.

Trent's upper lip curled in amusement.

"Seriously, I can't believe she pulled this on me. Sure, it's no problem for you, but she knows I'm married.

"Anyway, is it just me, or do you also see only one bed here?"

"It's quite a beautiful bed though, isn't it?" he grinned.

"Yes, it is, and that's completely beside the point. Or, knowing her, it's exactly the point, and that's the problem. How could she put us together in the same room, with only one bed? What am I supposed to tell my husband?"

She wasn't sure whether she believed her own anger; she was just going with it, even if it was only for the sake of appearances.

Trent studied her, and in an even voice said, "Two things: One, perhaps it was simply an innocent mistake. Maybe she had nothing to do with this room mix-up."

Jill just rolled her eyes, making him laugh.

"Okay, fine," he continued, "but there's still the other thing: I'm not going to tell your husband about this arrangement. He'll never know about it, not unless you tell him."

"Oh, that's just great. Either I sleep with you and tell him about it, thus risking my marriage, or I sleep with you and don't tell him, and now I'm a liar. Either way, she's rigged it so that we'll spend this whole week in bed together. Christ, could she at least have been a bit more subtle about it?"

"Okay, you lost me there. Subtle? What did she need to be subtle about?"

"Look, Trent, since we're in this situation together, you may as well know what's going on. Jennifer and I are close friends. We talk about everything. She knows I've been unhappy in my marriage for a long time now, and this is her way of pushing me into making a decision. Either she wants me to divorce my husband, and this will surely nudge that forward, or she wants me to test my commitment to my marriage; I'm not sure which. Either way...not subtle. Not subtle at all."

"I see," he offered uncertainly, having no idea what else to say.

"It's not your fault, Trent. I certainly don't blame you. You didn't ask for this."

"No, I didn't. This trip couldn't have come as more of a surprise to me, and I knew nothing about your troubled marriage."

"Of course you didn't," she said, fixing him with an accusing grin. "You've been too busy bedding every other married woman in the company. When have you had time to make your way down to my name?"

Although she said it with spite, her tone of voice and accompanying smile indicated she was merely teasing him.

"Believe me, I do wish I'd had the opportunity to get to know you sooner. It's not that I've avoided you, it's simply that we so rarely come into contact with one another."

Laughing, she said, "Trent, you don't have to apologize for not having sex with me! I am a married woman, after all. I'd like to think that I'm nobody's sure-thing, even if they are able to see me every day at work."

"Touché. Still, you say the devious Jennifer set us up. I'm a logical person, so this does make me question why she chose these circumstances? Why you, and why me? Why here? A logical person might wonder what you two have been talking about since it clearly prompted her to pull this trick on you...on us. Might I also add, your attire at work has become very unusual of late."

"Unusual? Is that how you describe it to Bill?"

"Please, don't lump me together with Bill. I'd like to think that a blind, deaf mute could tell I'm nothing like Bill. Say what you will about me, but please don't compare me to him."

"My apologies," she said contritely. Pressing onward, she grinned, "You still haven't answered the gist of my question, though. Is 'unusual' really the way you'd describe how I dress for work? You make me sound like a freak."

"Then you have my apologies, as well," he smiled, equally chastened. "Unusual, yes, in the same way that a comet streaking across a starry sky is unusual. Unusual, in the way the light shines at sunset through a blue-green wave on a perfect day at Lahaina. Perhaps I could have chosen a better term, but please don't mistake my intent. Your attire at work has become absolutely stunning, and, if I may be so bold, it's about time. You've never dressed poorly, but over the past few weeks your incredible beauty has finally been on proper display."

"Apology accepted," she said, flashing a charming smile. "In fact, if that's how you always do it, you can apologize to me anytime you want."

"Well, let's just say that it's not as if I intend to make a habit of having to apologize to you. Constantly offending you certainly isn't a part of the master plan," he added, with a wry chuckle.

"It's nice to see you laugh. The way you're always so intense, I was beginning to think you might be an axe murderer. You never smile. Anyway, what's this about a master plan? That sounds rather interesting...and possibly even a bit scary. Should I be frightened? Do I need to call the concierge and request a less stately suite?"

"Please, don't raise the alarm," he grinned. "I'm not much of an axe murderer. I prefer my victims warm and willing, not cold and lifeless."

"So I'm safe here with you?" she smiled coyly.

"Safe from harm? Very much so, fair lady," he said, bowing to kiss her hand. "I shall let no harm come to this sacred vessel," he added, trailing his kiss up to her wrist.

"What about being safe from bed bugs and boogeymen hiding beneath the bed? I think I spy a very large one right now, and though he's not under the bed, he is planning on taking me to bed. So, Mister Boogeyman, just what are we going to do about these sleeping arrangements, hmmm?"

"Seriously?" he asked, his reassuring smile replaced by his usual unblinking gaze.

"Yes, seriously. We need to figure this out. I didn't come to Paris expecting to spend the entire week in a strange bed with an even stranger man," she said, jabbing him with her playful little rejoinder. "So, how are we going to work this?"

"How do you mean?"

"Bathroom arrangements, showering arrangements...sleeping arrangements?"

"How would you like this to work?" he asked, deadpan.

"You're not going to make this easy for me, are you?" she answered, smiling shyly.

"How so?" he replied evenly.

He wanted her to come right out and say it.

"Trent, in case you hadn't noticed, you're a single man, and I'm a married woman. We're going to be sleeping together in an incredibly beautiful bed, in an amazingly romantic setting. Also, if I'm not mistaken, you find me attractive, and I certainly find you very attractive. Then there's the fact that you have quite the reputation for bedding married women."

Grinning, she teased, "Am I painting this picture clearly enough?"

He sighed. "If it's really a problem for you, I can sleep somewhere else. I'll sleep on the couch, or I can pull a couple of love seats together. Whatever you prefer. I don't want you to spend your whole time in Paris feeling uncomfortable. Yes, I admit I find you very attractive, but I'm not going to do anything against your will; that much I promise you. And since you keep mentioning other women, allow me to say this in my defense: No woman ever does anything against her will when she's with me."

The way he said it, and the way he looked at her so intensely, she couldn't help but think back to how Jennifer had described his lovemaking; in particular, the way he made his women crave wild sex every bit as much as he craved it.

"That's what I'm afraid of..." she whispered to herself, though loudly enough that he could hear her.

"You have nothing to fear," he said, taking her hands. "I promise to be a perfect gentleman at all times. In fact, just to make you feel better, I'll even take it one step further."

"Meaning?"

"Meaning I promise that I will not make a single move on you while we're here. Your marriage will not be affected by my coming on to you. I will not try to take advantage of you."

"So let me get this straight..." she said, curious as to what he was really saying. "We'll be sleeping together every night, and not once are you going to make a move on me?"

"Correct."

"What about the mornings? Whether we mean to or not, you know we're going to wake up in each other's arms, our bodies pressing together...wanting to have sex."

"Nope, not even then. I promise you, not once will I make the first move. Like I said, I will be a perfect gentleman."

"Aha!" she laughed. "Now it's only the first move!"

"Absolutely. That is what a gentleman would never do. He would not make the first move on a married woman. I promise that I will not put pressure on you. Anything you do this week will be strictly your choice. I will not make any first moves in an effort to seduce you."

"And what if I were to make the first move?" she asked, warming to his game.

"Then that would be very different, and I would be entirely blameless, wouldn't you agree? A gentleman's first responsibility is to please his lady, to make her every wish come true, is it not?"

"A gentleman wouldn't consider a married woman to be his lady, would be my guess," she said, feeling quite secure in her smugness.

"Ah, but see, a gentleman lets a lady decide for herself as to who will accompany her. You wouldn't have the men picking and choosing, without there being any choice on the part of the lady, would you?"

He was enjoying their game just as much as she was, particularly since he knew he was in the position of strength. He could afford to play hard-to-get, confident that doing so under those circumstances would only make her want him even more.

"No, I wouldn't," she agreed, "but then a gentleman would also recognize and respect the fact that the lady had already made her choice when she chose her husband."

"Fair enough, then," he said, smiling magnanimously. "There should be nothing at all for you to fear. You have my word that I will make no first moves on you, and that I will respect your choices. We could sleep naked in bed together, or I could sleep alone in the bathtub; either way, you have nothing to fear from me."

"Trent, please, don't be silly. At least give me some credit, will you? I know it's not your fault that we're in this situation, so of course I'm not going to ask you to sleep on the couch. You didn't fly all the way to Paris just to be miserable the whole time you're here. We have this wonderful bed to share, so let's enjoy it together. I'll be happy to sleep with you, trusting you to keep the bed bugs from biting," she said, giving him another coy smile.

"Deal," he grinned, gently shaking her hand. "Now, if you don't mind, I'm going to go take a long, hot shower. That flight killed me."

"No, please, go right ahead. I'll just enjoy our beautiful garden until you're through. Then I'll probably take a shower too."

Once Trent had unpacked his bags and headed off to the bathroom, Jill likewise unpacked her things. Since Trent was behind a closed door, she decided to risk it; she stripped off her grubby flight clothes.

Standing naked beside the bed, she thought about her situation...

'Here I am, in Paris, in my own private suite of an amazing palace, and I'm naked. Only a few feet away is the sexiest, most gorgeous man I've ever met, who's also naked. He's promised not to make the first move on me, and that's supposed to assuage my fears.

'Jennifer, you are one devious bitch, and I love you for it.'

She smiled to herself, taking it all in.

Going to her dresser, she pulled out a simple robe. She was just beginning to slip it on when Trent suddenly opened the bathroom door and stuck his head out. Startled, Jill quickly turned away.

Giggling to herself as she closed her robe, she wasn't certain that she'd gotten it on in time.

"Jill, I thought you might want to try one of these. They're absolutely beautiful."

Standing behind the bathroom door, he was leaning through the doorway to offer her a turquoise robe made of pure silk.

She walked over to him, and he handed her the robe. After running the luxurious material over her fingers, she gave him a soft smile. "This is exquisite."

"Isn't it?" he agreed, returning her smile.

She really enjoyed his smile. She also enjoyed the fact that she could see past his shoulder and into the bathroom, where she saw the reflection of his perfect naked backside in the large mirror over the sink. It was only a brief glimpse, yet she noticed that he had no tan lines, and his skin was a rich golden brown. His broad shoulders tapered to a V-shaped torso and a narrow waist, but it was his muscular ass and strong thighs that really caught her attention.

Trying not to show any reaction, she again smiled warmly. "Mmmm-hmmm, it really is. Thank you. I think I will wear it now."

"My pleasure," he said before closing the bathroom door again.

Moving back to her dresser, she pulled off her old robe. Standing naked again, she returned it to the drawer. When a subtle breeze kissed the flickering flame of the candle on her nightstand, she looked over her shoulder and noticed the open French doors leading out to their beautiful semi-private courtyard.

Collecting her turquoise robe from the bed, she walked naked across the room, until she stood in the open doorway. It was a warm, sultry evening, with a light breeze whispering through the trees, and she detected the soft scent of calla lilies. After looking around to make sure the coast was clear, she took a tentative step into the garden.

Gingerly walking across the lush, cool grass, she took her time exploring manicured rows of perfect white irises and blushing roses, stopping here and there to delight in the colors, textures and sweet scents. Moving to the edge of the garden, she spent many long moments looking out over the verdant courtyard. Warm, comforting lights glowed all around her as she happily hugged herself below her bare breasts.

She heard the bathroom door open inside her suite. Slipping on her robe, she was pleased to discover that despite its being more of a wrap than a robe it fit her very well. The turquoise nightwear only barely covered her bottom; because it was so thin and silky, she decided that it was really meant to be worn over some other piece of lingerie. Though it wasn't see-through, it was nevertheless designed to highlight rather than obscure what lay beneath.

Pulling it close together, she discovered that it didn't provide much coverage at all over her chest. Truly, it was only meant to be worn over something else. Loosely tying the decorative belt, she noticed that it really didn't secure the robe; it merely hung on her hips, allowing the upper portion a very wide gap. To stay covered she would have to hold the wrap closed, otherwise the inner halves of her full breasts were going to be fully revealed in the soft night air.

Smiling to herself, she decided she wouldn't hold it closed...at all. She wanted Trent to see her breasts.

"So beautiful..." she heard him say as she walked back through the garden, towards the open French doors. The way he said it, she couldn't tell whether he was referring to her, the garden, or the whole scene laid out before him.

"Isn't it?" she agreed, echoing his words at the bathroom door.

Staring intently, she slowly moved towards him. Walking barefoot through the cool grass, she imagined herself as Eve, and she knew she would eat that apple at the very first opportunity.

Verily, the apple was beckoning.

Standing in the doorway, his arms stretched across the frame, Trent was only wearing a short towel. His wild black hair was wet, as was his tanned torso, and the shape of his long, thick cock was plainly evident. When he'd shift his weight from one foot to the other, the towel would gape over his right thigh. Looking closely, she could see all the way up to the side of his groin; even flaccid, his lengthy shaft swaying heavily beneath the terry cloth was breathtaking to her.

Desperately wanting to see every gorgeous inch of his mouthwatering cock, she silently prayed for a sudden breeze to kick up and blow aside his towel.

"Once I finished my shower, it seemed like a good idea to come looking for you," he said, with a warm smile.

"Well, you found me," she grinned, stealing downward glances while attempting to maintain eye contact. "I was doing a little exploring," she added softly.

"Such a perfect night for exploration, isn't it?" he smiled, walking past her and into the garden.

She followed every movement of his sculpted ass, marveling also at his flexing calves.

'He's so damn beautiful,' she thought.

"Join me?" he asked, turning to offer his hand.

"Don't you want to put your robe on?" she asked, regretting it before the words had even escaped her lips.

"I'd prefer to have nothing on at all while enjoying this beautiful place, but in deference to the lady I'll go put on my robe," he said, walking past her again on his way back to the bathroom.

Moments later he returned, wearing his own turquoise silk robe. "Now we're a matching pair," he grinned, taking her hand to lead her back out into the sultry night air and the intoxicating aromas of the French garden. "Show me what you were enjoying while I was in the shower."

"Well, to be honest," she said, smiling shyly, "until I heard the bathroom door open, I was...now how did you put it? Ah, yes. As you said you would prefer for yourself, I had nothing on at all while enjoying this beautiful place."

"You were walking naked through the garden?" he asked, his voice a mixture of admiration and rising lust.

"Mmmm-hmmmmm...very naked..." she said, giving him a sexy look. "I think it's this place. It just seemed like the natural thing to do here."

"Damnable noisy doors!" he exclaimed, making her laugh. "Show me where you walked naked," he smiled, noting with pleasure the way her soft, beautiful breasts were exposed in her open robe.

She took him by the hand, slowly leading him from one row of flowers to another, then to the edge of the garden where she'd looked out over the other courtyards.

As they strolled hand-in-hand across the grass, he studied her perfect ass moving beneath and scarcely covered by her thin wrap. Her bare legs were simply amazing.

Turning back to him, she noticed his robe was equally thin, which meant his cock was even more clearly described than it had been in his towel. His thighs were mostly bared, and his smooth, chiseled chest was also on display.

Smiling as she openly savored his body, she said, "I stood naked here, admiring the warm lights glowing across these courtyards. Like you said, 'So beautiful....'"

"Yes, they are, but I was talking about you. As inviting as everything is here, still nothing can compare to how tempting you look tonight in this garden. The way you wear your robe, with your long hair shining in the moonlight, you're a vision...a beautiful painting come to life. You belong here, complementing this elegant setting."

"The same could be said of you," she whispered, unable to look up.

They stood together in electric silence.

'Any other man would at least kiss me, or hold me...something!' she thought. 'This guy? Nothing. He's just standing there, looking like a god. I know he wants me, and I want him to take me, right here, right now. He knows it too, yet he's not doing anything! Damn it, Trent!'

Lifting her gaze to his dark, penetrating eyes, she smiled to herself. 'We've only been in Paris a few hours, and already he's driving me insane!'

Sensing her tension, he took her by the hand and brought her back into the suite. "Why don't you go take your shower now. It'll relax you," he said, gently kneading her shoulders.

She was surprised by just how deeply she appreciated his thoughtful gesture; the perfect icebreaker, she realized. Kneeling to grab a few things from her carry-on bag, she knew she was giving him a clear view inside her wrap, and her thighs were completely bared. Coming to her feet, she brushed her ass against him on her way to the bathroom, where she swung the door closed behind her.

'God,' she thought, once she was alone again. Her skin was on fire, especially where her silk-draped ass had made contact with his cock. He wasn't even hard, and already he felt much larger than her fully erect husband.

Slipping off her wrap, she stood naked before the large mirror. Turning back and forth to study her reflection, she reached up to tug on her nipples, which, to her great satisfaction, obviously didn't need any help. They were still wildly erect, having been so ever since she'd removed her robe to walk naked through the courtyard garden.

She knew Trent could see them very clearly through her thin wrap. She had caught him staring, and the feeling excited her so much that she'd been sorely tempted to pull her wrap all the way open.

Shaking her head in amusement over such wanton thoughts, she brushed her teeth, then sat down to pee.

The bathroom was so large that she was embarrassed by the way it seemed to amplify the sound of her peeing. She knew he could hear her, especially once she noticed the good two-inch gap she'd left in the doorway. In her haste to get into the bathroom, she had managed not to close the door all the way.

She thought about going over to close the door, then decided not to worry about it. Instead she just slipped into the shower, eager to enjoy some long, relaxing private time.

While shaving her pussy, leaning down with one foot perched on the edge of the shower tub, she heard a knock on the door.

"Jill, sorry to ask, but would you mind if I came in to take a pee? I'd go outside but there are people strolling around near our courtyard, and I don't want to spend my first night in Paris explaining to hotel management why I was peeing on their beautiful flower beds. I promise not to look."

"Come in," she answered. The shower doors were frosted so she wasn't too worried; well, they were partially frosted, in that they had horizontal strips covering the doors from the knees to the shoulders.

Still wearing his turquoise robe, Trent came into the bathroom and stood over the toilet. Opening his robe, he began to go.

That's when Jill realized her mistake. She could see him through the open spaces between the frosted strips, which meant he could see her too. More importantly, she could see his cock. He wasn't even holding it to guide his stream; he was just letting it hang down from its sheer weight.

Watching him, she was mesmerized. 'Such a long, thick, beautiful cock,' she thought, and again her mouth watered.

Meanwhile she was still bent at the waist, one leg up on the side of the tub. Her firm, heavy breasts were swaying, and she knew he had to be able to see her smooth pussy.

Not wanting to make a scene, she continued on with her shaving. Feeling a bit mischievous, she turned to do the other side of her delectable slit, her new position offering him a perfect shot of her ass and the rear view of her pussy.

Once she was finished, she poured some bath gel into her hands before reaching back to cup her ass. Spreading herself, she slid her hands into her crack, slowly running them all throughout her deep divide. She couldn't see Trent since she was facing away from him, but she noticed that his peeing sounds had stopped.

Turning to face him, she discovered that he was still standing at the toilet with his gorgeous cock hanging down. He was just staring at her, but she didn't look his way, opting instead to tilt her head back while rinsing her hair. She didn't want to let on that she was intentionally treating him to a full view of her naked body.

He took that opportunity to leave the bathroom.

As soon as he was gone, she began stroking her pussy, sliding her fingertips up and down her flowering lips. When she simply couldn't take it anymore, she drove two fingers all the way inside while reaching back with her other hand to plunge a third finger deep into her ass.

Though it wasn't loud, Trent definitely heard her sexy moan, which made him smile.

~to be continued~

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