**Disclaimer: All characters are 18+. All acts are consensual.**
**Chapter 2: Building Tension**
%% Erik and Claire are roaming the streets of Paris headed towards the Eiffel Tower on foot. It’s starting to get dark just after sunset and the streets are now bright with lights coming from packed restaurants and clubs with huge lines outside them. The couple enjoy the view of the tower for some time before Claire spots a club she teases Erik about visiting; it’s a swingers club. %%
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The previous night had been amazing for the newlywed couple. It had a promise of strength and trust in their relationship. It held excitement to explore their relationship into new depths and yet it also held certain nervousness for Erik as they had promised each other to delve deeper into each others kinks and fantasies. If Claire was nervous like Erik was; she had done a great job of keeping any hint of it appearing in front of her husband.
This morning Erik woke up in the soft and warm bed still slightly exhausted after the night he had. He woke up still thinking about the excitement he felt but he was definitely more nervous and apprehensive about really letting his deeper thoughts be bared in front of his wife.
‘Should he really let it all out and lay all cards on the table for Claire? Should he really tell her just how turned on he had been last night just hearing about Claire and her past with Alex? Just how much he wanted to know more?’
Erik managed to open his eyes slightly and the beautifully crafted ceiling of their honeymoon suite came into view as he lay on his back. Sighing out loud and stretching his limbs a bit he reached out to the side to caress his wife’s back; only to find the bed empty beside him. The bed on her side felt cold to his touch with the blanket pushed aside in a messy bunch.
Erik’s mind jumped right into overdrive as he wondered where his wife was so early in the morning. Erik called out to her with definite hint of panic creeping in his tone “Babe? Where are you?”
Barely a moment of silence passed before Erik was on his feet; his mind in total panic mode wondering where his wife was. Then it switched up to paranoia as his overactive and slightly exhausted mind conjured up a wild possibility.
‘Had she gone out to meet Alex while I slept like a clueless bastard?’ Erik thought to himself while his eyes searched around the room for any clues.
Erik noticed Claire’s purse was also missing along with her cellphone. Erik shook his head pushing the darker thoughts out of his mind; telling himself how he was being crazy.
‘Just call her and find out where she is!’ He told himself and grabbed his cell to call her.
It barely took a few rings before he heard his wife’s cheery voice on the other end “Babe? Are you up? I got super hungry so I came out to grab something to eat and get some coffee. I’m almost back with a coffee for you too. I’ll seeya in a moment. Muaahh!”
Erik slumped into the bed with relief after knowing where Claire was and chuckled for having overreacted to this extent. He blamed his exhaustion for the lack of trust in his wife this morning. Yet he couldn’t explain why that had resulted in a massive hard on inside his pants.
When Claire came back into the room; she handed Erik his coffee before quickly rushing into the bathroom to grab a quick shower. Erik sat at the edge of the bed sipping his black coffee as the sound of shower hit his ear.
‘Maybe he should join his wife in the shower for round two?’ He thought to himself when his eyes wandered onto her open purse. Despite his best efforts his mind went back towards the dark thoughts he had before.
‘Would there be any evidence in there of Claire going somewhere else besides the cafe for breakfast?’ He thought as his fingers practically itched to snoop on his wife.
Finishing the rest of his coffee he sternly told himself “Don’t be that guy, Erik! You have an amazing wife who has not given you any reason to warrant such mistrust. Get over it and join her in the shower.”
With that he put any further doubts out of his mind before heading right towards the bathroom door. But when he tried to get in he found the door locked. Sighing he slumped back onto the bed deciding to rest up some more and go out exploring the city in the evening with his beautiful bride.
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The air was crisp as Erik and Claire strolled down the bustling street, the Eiffel Tower looming majestically in the distance. The setting sun painted the sky with hues of orange and red, casting a warm glow over the city. The streets were alive with the hum of laughter and chatter, the clinking of glasses from nearby cafés, and the distant melody of a street musician’s accordion.
Claire’s hand was tucked securely in Erik’s, her fingers entwined with his. She looked up at him, her hazel eyes reflecting the golden light of the setting sun.
“I escort bayan love you, Erik,” she whispered, her voice barely audible over the city’s symphony.
Erik stopped mid-stride, turning to face her. He cupped her cheek, his thumb brushing gently against her soft skin.
“I love you too, Claire. More than anything,” he replied, his voice thick with emotion.
Their lips met in a soft, tender kiss, a promise of the passion that was yet to come.
As they pulled away, Erik’s eyes darkened with desire. “Let’s go back to the hotel,” he growled, his voice low and husky. “I want to fuck you properly, not here in the middle of the street.”
Claire shook her head, a mischievous glint in her eye. “Why wait until we get back to the hotel? There’s a quiet corner over there,” she said, pointing to a narrow alleyway between two buildings.
Erik raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. “You want to fuck in public, Claire?”
She bit her lip, her cheeks flushing pink. “Only if you do,” she whispered.
Erik’s cock twitched at the thought. He had never considered having sex in public before, but the idea of claiming Claire in such a taboo way sent a thrill down his spine. He took her hand and led her towards the alleyway, his heart pounding in his chest.
“Are you sure about this, Claire?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. She nodded, her eyes sparkling with excitement.
“I’ve never done anything like this before” she admitted, her voice barely audible as they reached the secluded area. Erik looked around, ensuring they were alone before pushing her gently against the cold brick wall.
“I know, but it’s thrilling, isn’t it?” he whispered, his breath hot on her ear. “To be so close to being caught, yet knowing we’re safe here.”
Claire’s breath hitched as his hands began to roam her body, his touch firm and confident. “Yes,” she breathed, her eyes fluttering closed. “It’s exhilarating.”
Erik’s lips found hers, his tongue slipping into her mouth as he pressed his body against hers. He cupped her breasts, his thumbs brushing against her hardening nipples through the thin fabric of her dress. She moaned into his mouth, her hands gripping his shoulders tightly. His hands moved lower, tracing the curve of her hips, her thighs, before hiking up her dress and finding the heat between her legs. She was already wet, her panties damp with her arousal. He rubbed her through the thin material, his fingers applying just the right amount of pressure to make her gasp. Suddenly, he pulled back, his eyes dark with desire.
“Take off your panties,” he commanded, his voice low and rough. Claire hesitated for a moment, glancing around the alleyway nervously. But the thrill of being caught only served to heighten her arousal. She quickly slipped off her panties, handing them to Erik.
He balled them up in his fist, bringing them to his nose and inhaling deeply. “Fuck, you smell good,” he growled, his eyes never leaving hers.
He dropped her panties to the ground and pushed her legs apart with his knee. Claire braced herself against the wall, her heart pounding in her chest as Erik’s fingers found her clit, rubbing it in slow, firm circles. She gasped, her head falling back against the wall as he leaned in, his lips finding the sensitive skin of her neck. He kissed and sucked, his fingers never stopping their torturous rhythm.
“Oh god, Erik,” she moaned, her hips bucking against his hand. “That feels so good.”
Erik chuckled, his breath hot on her skin. “You like that, baby? You like me playing with your pussy in public?” Erik whispered, his voice ragged with desire.
Claire could only nod, her breath coming in short gasps as he continued to rub her clit, his fingers moving in slow, deliberate circles. She could feel the pleasure building inside her, her body tensing as she got closer and closer to the edge. Suddenly, Erik stopped, his fingers leaving her clit. Claire whimpered in protest, her eyes flying open to meet his.
“What’s wrong?” she asked, her voice barely audible. Erik smirked, his eyes gleaming with mischief.
“Nothing, baby. I just want to taste you,” he said, dropping to his knees in front of her. Before Claire could respond, his mouth was on her, his tongue licking and sucking at her folds. She gasped, her hands flying to his hair, gripping it tightly as he feasted on her.
“Oh my god, Erik,” she cried out, her hips bucking against his face.
“That feels so fucking good.” Erik gripped her thighs, holding her in place as he sucked on her clit vigorously, his tongue flicking and teasing the sensitive bud.
Claire’s moans grew louder, her body trembling as he brought her closer and closer to the edge. She could feel the tension building inside her, her muscles tightening as she got ready to explode.
Suddenly, Erik pulled back, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. “Not yet, baby,” he said, his voice low and husky. “I want to make you come with my bursa eskort bayan cock inside you.”
Claire whimpered in protest, her body aching with need. Erik stood up, his hands moving to his belt as he quickly undid it and pushed down his pants. His cock sprang free, hard and ready. Claire licked her lips, her eyes locked on his length as he stroked it slowly.
Just when the couple were about to continue acting on their impulsive decision to have public sex; they heard a loud clanking of glass bottles from further down in the dark alley. Claire instinctively pushed Erik away and adjusted her clothes back to normal. Erik tucked his cock back quickly as he stared nervously down the alley.
Through the darkness two figures emerged; one of a man and another of a woman. In just a few steps they came into view for both Erik and Claire to see them clearly. The man was slightly pudgy, sharply dressed in a business suit while the woman was dressed in a cheap yet revealing snakeskin outfit; leaving no doubt about her profession.
They hadn’t noticed Erik and Claire so far but soon enough the guy noticed the couple and chuckled saying “”Oh! Regarde cette beauté! Elle doit te coûter une fortune, non? Tu as déjà baisé sa chatte, mon ami?”
The guy’s eyes were on Claire the whole time but when Erik didn’t respond to whatever he had said the man turned and asked in slightly broken accent “English perhaps?”
Erik nodded this time while noticing the guy’s eyes spot Claire’s panties on the ground near them. The guy chuckled audibly as he said “I apologise, eh! I didn’t mean to interrupt. But perhaps I can get a turn after the gentleman is done?”
Claire’s face visibly went crimson red from shame of being mistaken for a Paris street prostitute. But before Erik could object or even say a word Claire showed her left hand; the wedding ring glinting bright even in the dark.
Now it was the guy’s turn to feel embarrassed as he exclaimed back in french “Merde! Excusez ma stupide hypothèse alors, mademoiselle!”
The guy quickly ushered the woman that was with him away from Erik and Claire after having embarrassed himself. Erik briefly looked in the woman’s direction and felt like he had seen the woman somewhere before but the thought quickly left his mind as he turned towards his wife.
He sighed “I think that killed the mood. Best we move on…. rather not get caught by the police next time?” Claire agreed and nodded but noticed her panties had vanished from the ground.
Erik shook his head “Pervert took it with him huh?” Claire once again went crimson with embarrassment.
“I can’t believe he thought I was a prostitute!” she muttered, shaking her head. Erik wrapped an arm around her shoulder, pulling her close.
“Fuck him, Claire. We know the truth, and that’s all that matters.” He kissed the top of her head, his hand rubbing her arm soothingly. “Come on, let’s find a cab and get back to the hotel. I need to fuck you properly, not in some grimy alley.”
Claire merely shook her head and said “The mood is ruined for now but I still want to explore the city. It’s not even that late, Erik.” Erik looked at his watch briefly then nodded. The couple left the alley behind them and came back to the main street heading towards the crowded clubs and restaurants.
Erik pointed at a particularly crowded club and asked Claire “Feel like checking out the dance floor?” Erik knew how extraordinary Claire was at dancing and even though he was an average dancer he could keep up with her on most occasions.
Claire however shook her head “Looks way too crowded. Besides I think I have a better idea. I just need to find it again….. I saw a club in the morning when I left the room for breakfast.”
Claire expressions were slightly teasing and her tone playful as she added “I’m sure you will enjoy it way more than how our evening went yesterday.” Erik practically felt his heartbeat pick up rapidly in his chest.
“Babe? What are you up to?” Erik asked, his voice barely above a whisper as they walked down the dimly lit street. Claire gave him a wicked grin, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
“You’ll see,” she teased, taking his hand and leading him down a narrow alleyway. Erik’s heart pounded in his chest as they approached a heavy wooden door, a small neon sign above it reading “*Le Boudoir.*”
Claire knocked three times, the sound echoing through the quiet alley. After a moment, the door creaked open, revealing a burly bouncer. Claire leaned in, whispering something in his ear.
The bouncer’s eyes flicked to Erik, then back to Claire, before he stepped aside, allowing them to enter. The door closed behind them, sealing out the noise of the city, and they were plunged into a dimly lit hallway. Claire took Erik’s hand, leading him down the hallway.
“Where are we going?” Erik asked, his voice barely above a whisper. Claire looked back at him, her eyes gleaming with excitement.
“You’ll escort bursa see,” she said, her voice laced with promise.
Erik’s heart raced as they entered a large, opulent room filled with plush sofas and velvet drapes. The air was thick with the scent of perfume and sex. Couples and groups of people were scattered throughout the room, engaged in various states of undress and intimacy. Erik’s eyes widened as he took in the scene, his cock twitching in his pants.
“Welcome to Le Boudoir, Erik,” Claire whispered in his ear, her breath hot on his neck. “This is the kind of place where all your fantasies can come true.”
Erik’s throat went dry as he took in the scene before him. He had imagined Claire in various situations, but nothing had prepared him for this. He glanced at her, then back to the room, his eyes drawn to a couple on a nearby sofa. The woman was straddling the man, her tits bouncing as she rode him, her moans filling the air. Erik’s cock throbbed, pressing painfully against his zipper.
“Fuck, Claire,” he growled, turning to face her. “What the hell is this place?”
Claire grinned, her eyes gleaming with excitement. “It’s a swingers club, Erik. A place where couples come to explore their fantasies, to fuck in front of others, to watch others fuck.”
She took his hand, leading him further into the room. “But we don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with. We can just watch tonight, if you want.” Erik’s heart pounded in his chest as he took in the scene around him. It was like nothing he had ever seen before.
Erik’s eyes widened as he took in the scene around him, his heart pounding in his chest. And then, as if on cue, a couple approached them, slightly older and with a certain air of authority. The man was tall and broad-shouldered, his salt-and-pepper hair slicked back, and his eyes sharp and assessing. The woman was striking, with long, dark hair streaked with silver, and a smile that was both welcoming and knowing.
“Welcome to Le Boudoir,” the man said, extending a hand to Erik.
“I’m Jean-Pierre, and this is my wife,Marie. We own this little establishment.” Erik hesitated for a moment before shaking his hand, still trying to process the scene around him.
“Erik,” he managed to say, his voice barely above a whisper. “And this is my wife, Claire.” Jean-Pierre turned to Claire, taking her hand and bringing it to his lips.
Jean and Marie both look pleasant and welcoming but Marie speaks up first saying “We are always delighted to have new people with us but we aren’t accepting new members for now, my dears. That means you won’t be able to participate….. active or even passively. I would be happy to give you two a tour of our place though and see if we can get you to be members with us some other time?”
Erik noticed Claire visibly disheartened at the news that all they will get tonight was a tour. He himself was slightly relieved though as he wasn’t completely certain he was on board with this idea.
But he was definitely excited to see what this place was all about. Erik nodded and said “That would be great, thank you. Lead the way.” Jean-Pierre smiled and said “Follow me then.”
As they walked through the club, Jean-Pierre pointed out different areas and explained their purposes. There was a dungeon-like room with various BDSM equipment, a room dedicated to group play, and even a room with a large, circular bed in the center, surrounded by mirrors. Erik’s cock twitched at the sight of each room, his imagination running wild with the possibilities.
Claire noticed his growing erection and leaned in to whisper in his ear, “See something you like, hubby?” Erik’s face flushed, but he couldn’t deny the thrill he felt.
“This is just… a lot to take in,” he admitted, his voice barely audible over the moans and cries of pleasure that filled the air. Jean-Pierre led them to a private room, the door marked with a discreet ‘VIP’ sign.
“This is where we can talk more privately,” he said, opening the door and gesturing for them to enter.
The room was elegantly furnished, with a plush leather sofa against one wall and a large, four-poster bed against another. A low table in the center held a selection of drinks and snacks. Jean-Pierre offered them a seat on the sofa, while he and Marie took the armchairs opposite.
“So, Erik and Claire, what brings you to Le Boudoir tonight?” Jean-Pierre asked, his eyes sharp and curious. Claire glanced at Erik, who nodded for her to speak.
“Well, we are newly married, and we’ve been wanting to… explore our boundaries, you know?” Claire said, her voice steady despite the butterflies in her stomach. “We’ve talked about it, and we thought this might be a good place to start.”
Jean-Pierre nodded, a small smile playing on his lips. “Ah, I see. Well, you’ve certainly come to the right place. Le Boudoir is all about exploration, about pushing boundaries and embracing desires.”
He leaned back in his chair, his eyes scanning over them. “Tell me, what are your fantasies? What do you want to try?” Erik shifted uncomfortably in his seat, glancing at Claire. Erik wasn’t sure how to even begin to answer such a question but thankfully Claire seemed to be on the same page as him.