Quick warning, since it’s not among the tag selection,
Other tags: Cuckquean and Asslicking (on a girl)
Lots of story in the beginning, but I promise, you will find erotic scenes. If you do not like these concepts or any of the ones above, then please do not read. If you like them or don’t mind, then please enjoy!
Introduction
"Congratulations Mr. Clark! You've just won a trip for two at the Beau Cygne!"
The crowd cheered wildly as Mark Clark won his prize on a game show, the Spin of Fortune. He never expected such a turn of events. One moment, he was reluctant to even attend, the next, he was the one who was on top. He came out winning the grand prize: a trip for two at the Beau Cygne, a beautiful hotel in Paris. He could not wait to use that for his vacation. He would take his wife Cindy and they would spend some quality time together.
'Geez, I wonder what Cindy's thinking right now.' Mark looked for his wife, but she was not in the crowd. It was quite peculiar. He just did a mental shrug and said to himself, 'She must be in the bathroom or something.'
As Mark and the audience celebrated his victory on camera, Cindy was off with a show manager in a back room that read 'EMPLOYEES ONLY'. She moaned,
"Oh yeah! Give it to me!"
Cindy clung to the manager as he fucked her without a condom. He forced his cock up her wet pussy as much as he could. She checked the time and exclaimed,
"Oh my God! It's probably already over!"
"Hey beautiful, there's no need to rush. Don't you like this?"
"I do, it's just that I don't want my husband to get suspicious."
"Don't worry about it, I'm almost there. Also, you were pretty good. I'll give you a spot on T.V."
"Really?! Thank you!"
'Hehe, I knew if I gave him a little pussy, he'd give me a spot.' Cindy snickered in her head.
The manager continued to pump away at Cindy. His cock slid in, hitting her G-spot, then out. He repeated this pattern until he reached his peak. His cock could not last any longer.
"Oh baby, here it comes!"
"Shoot your fucking cum up my wet cunt you motherfucker!"
This sent the manager over the edge and he spurted his load inside Cindy's wet pussy. Cindy tensed her pussy, squeezing his cock. The manager pulled out and some of his cum leaked onto the floor. Cindy pushed and it all gushed out. She tried to empty her pussy as best as she could.
Once Cindy and the manager got dressed, she quickly left to go see who won the game show. She was rejoiced to find that it was her husband. Mark spotted her and quickly ran towards her to lift her. Mark could not wait to spend some time with Cindy, but Cindy could not wait for other things...
Mark and Cindy were driving home, both excited for the trip. Mark smiled as he drove and said to his wife,
"Honey, I can't wait until we get there. We'll..."
As his sentence faded out, he let his hands do the rest. He reached for Cindy's skirt and tried to rub his finger on her pussy. Cindy tried to avoid his hand and said,
"Hey you, keep your eyes on the road and both hands on the steering wheel."
"Oooh aaalright." he said as he smiled at her reaction.
He took it as Cindy's cute way of resisting. Playing hard to get. However, Cindy refused because of the cum inside her pussy. She had let that manager cum inside her without a condom. She did not want Mark sticking a finger inside and then putting it in his mouth. He would know that she was cheating again. That was how he caught her the last couple of times.
As they got home, Mark hugged Cindy from behind and started to kiss her neck. Cindy giggled as he affectionately kissed her. He pressed his erect cock against her ass. She knew immediately what he wanted. She turned her head to kiss him and said,
"Mmm, someone wants to come out and play."
"Mmm, don't you know it."
"I need to shower. I wanna clean up first before I reward my wonderful husband."
Mark kissed his wife and smiled at her responding,
"Okay."
As Mark undressed and waited for her on their bed, Cindy was doing what she could to get rid of the cum inside her pussy. She could not afford to let Mark find out she cheated again.
'Wash out all the cum. Make sure he doesn't end up tasting it like last time. I'll be damned if he thinks of a divorce again.'
After Cindy finished cleaning herself, she stuck a finger in her pussy and then put it in her mouth to check.
'I'm good.'
As Cindy left the bathroom, she saw Mark patiently waiting on the bed wearing nothing but his underwear. She could clearly see his erection. She was loving the sight of her sexy husband. She walked over to him seductively, swaying her hips back and forth. He was enjoying every minute of watching his sexy wife. She climbed onto the bed and sat on his groin. She notified him,
"Honey, my jaw hurts, I don't know why. Can I not give you head right now? I'll make up for it later."
"Oh, are you alright?"
"I'm fine. It just feels like I strained it for some reason. But can I just give it a break?"
"Of course, I'd never force you."
"Thanks honey, I love you."
"I love you too."
The two closed their eyes and kissed each other. Cindy was happy she could get out of that. She did not want to suck Mark off because she did strain her jaw, or at least, that was what it felt like to her. She strained it sucking off that manager in the back room. She was also just feeling lazy.
"Well, if you can't suck me off, then I guess we can just skip to the part where I eat you out."
That made Cindy wet. Most of her secret lovers would only fuck her or have her give them head. If they did eat her out, then they were not that great. Not as good as Mark. One of many reasons why she still stayed with him was the fact that he was so good in bed. That and he really knew how to treat a lady. He would always buy her expensive things like jewelry or electronics. What could she say? She had a husband who was good at spoiling her.
She also was still very attracted to him. Mark was tanned with short black hair, average height and build, blue eyes, and very well-toned. His muscles turned her on. He was not bulky, he was just ripped. There was a time when he gained a bit of happy weight, but she quickly fixed that with 'drop the weight or I drop you.' To complete him, his cock was very thick and was ten inches long. She loved big dicks.
The one quality that pasted everything together was Mark being so naïve. No other man was easier to deceive than Mark. He was also too forgiving. She knew that her marriage with him was very stable because he was a hopeless romantic. Divorce was not even a last resort for him before they married. She was caught cheating three times. She had done that for such a long time because of his trusting nature. Once she was caught, he was forgiving after a few days. There was no other man that she knew that was that selfless. She was not willing to lose a man like that.
To Cindy, Mark was a dream come true. To be married to a man who was always spoiling her, easy to cheat on, extremely faithful even after being caught cheating, super hot with a big cock, and beyond selfless.
"Mmm, honey. Yeah, lick my wet cunt. My pussy loves it when you lick it."
Mark stuck his pointer and middle finger into Cindy's pussy while he continued to lick her clitoris. Cindy played with her breasts while Mark gently massaged her clitoris with his tongue. He curved his fingers and felt around for her G-spot. He found it and fingered around the area just how Cindy loved it.
That was enough to finish Cindy. She cried out as she climaxed,
"Oh God! Yes! Fuck! Yes!"
Cindy's whole body spasmed with pleasure as she had her intense orgasm. She squirted her cum in Marks face. Once she recovered, she got up and kissed him. Mark was extremely turned on.
"I love it when you kiss me after I eat you. It's so hot."
"Yeah, well, I'm clean, so it's fine."
"You are the most beautiful woman in the world and I love you."
Cindy blushed. She loved when Mark kissed her ass like that. She honestly believed that she was below average. She was very insecure.
She was a blonde with a fit body, but it was equipped with B cups. She was never truly satisfied with her breast size. She wanted implants, but Mark was not exactly Bill Gates. She figured that she would let him make some more money for a year so she could ask for them for her birthday. Her ass was decent, but she did not mind a bit of enhancement for it too. Her face was very nice and she was satisfied with that. Everything else was average and she hated that, but Mark did not seem to mind. He had always called her perfect and she loved him for that, but it was just not enough for her.
"How much do you love me?" Cindy asked.
"No words would be enough to express how much I love you."
"Don't give me that! Here, I'll make it easy. What if I started getting warts on my face?"
"I'd still be with you."
"My boobs and ass went flat."
"I'd still worship them."
"I gain weight...three hundred more pounds."
"You better drop that or I drop you." Mark joked, obviously referring back to the time he had gained weight.
"That is not funny." Cindy pouted.
Mark chuckled. Cindy did not like what he just joked, so she decided to say something that would make him uncomfortable.
"What if I fucked someone else?"
"..."
"Well?"
"..."
"Tell me!"
"Please don't joke like that."
"It's your fault for bringing up a joke in the first place."
"..."
Mark had suddenly lost his arousal. He was very uncomfortable. He had caught Cindy cheating on three different occasions. The most recent one being four months ago. The first time, he forgave her and she was sincere, along with the second time. The third time, she seemed to be taking his forgiveness for granted a bit. That was when he was contemplating a divorce and suicide for the first time. He did not want tension like that again. After he had told her that he was considering a divorce, she became overly apologetic and would not stop trying to sway his decision. It was a hard time for him, especially because they had been married for five years. Cindy began to speak,
"Hey, look honey, I'm sorry alright."
"Just, don't joke like that again. I...I kinda lost my boner."
"Well, I guess I'll have to get you back up then."
Cindy smiled and reached for Mark's cock. He was completely limp—he was not kidding. She began to play with him and he did not seem to be getting hard. Mark's mind was elsewhere. He could not get his mind off of the pain she had caused him those three times. It was hard for him to get aroused. Cindy was getting impatient.
"Come on babe, get hard! I need this cock!"
"I...don't feel like it. Sorry honey." Mark sighed.
"What? Just because of a joke?! I was only joking and I already said sorry. What more do you want?!" Cindy responded angrily.
This made Mark angry. She had a complete lack of consideration for his feelings, more so than usual. He decided that the best way to not lose his temper was to just get up and leave. He did just that and Cindy raised her voice at him.
"I don't believe you! Fine! Just go then!"
Cindy faced away from him and laid herself on the bed. Mark could not look her in the eyes, so he never turned to look back. He was feeling extremely depressed so he decided to have some scotch that he got from his boss. A gift for being a good subordinate and friend. The label read 'Black Dog'. He never tried it before, but what better time than now he supposed. Scotch was his favorite drink after all. Mark had already run out of all the alcohol he bought in the past four months. It seemed like he drank more and more by each passing day.
He put some ice in his glass and poured some in. He took a swig and then took a few seconds to judge the taste.
"Not bad, not bad at all."
He took a bigger gulp. Before he knew it, he had a second serving, then a third...He decided to stop drinking after he finished almost half the bottle. By that time, he was already drunk. He was feeling much better now. He was thinking of things to say to Cindy. He figured to put the bottle away first. As he did so, he stared at it. He started thinking about one of his favorite Led Zeppelin songs. He began to drunkenly sing aloud,
"Hey, hey, mama, said the way you move, gonna make you sweat, gonna make you groove!"
He then attempted to imitate the guitar riff with his voice and continued on. Meanwhile, Cindy was lying on their bed, getting irritated. She could hear Mark drunk and singing 'Ah yeah, ah yeah.' She hated Black Sabbath, AC/DC, and especially Led Zeppelin. She did not even like Queen. To her, those bands were composed of 'untalented morons' that only idiots and children would like. Mark was finishing up, but wept as he sang the last verse,
"All I ask for when I pray, steady rollin' woman gonna come my way!"
He imitated the guitar riff again and continued to pour more tears.
"Need a woman gonna hold my hand, won't tell me no lies, make me a happy man!"
Mark wept without even realizing the exact source of his unhappiness. He had always sung this song before and during the days when he dated Cindy. He always believed that this song was referring to her, but for some reason, he was not happy. While Mark was singing and weeping, Cindy decided she could not take it anymore. She marched outside their bedroom and walked up to Mark. She slapped him across the face.
SLAP!
"Shut up! It's annoying! And also, you ain't happy?! Huh?!"
Mark was about to yell back, but Cindy turned away from him and went back to their bedroom. He was hoping that the trip to Paris would help strengthen their bond. Would it work?...No! It will! It has to!
Chapter I: Crushed Hopes
Once the day had come for the trip, Mark and Cindy were extremely anxious. Mark had high hopes for rekindling the fire with his wife. A factor that increased Mark's hopes was him blue balling. He had been denied sex since that night he got drunk. Cindy, however, had been contacting a couple of secret lovers to fulfill her sexual needs. She was excited for the trip to Paris, not for rekindling, but for sex with a man from Europe. It was always something she wanted to try.
The couple had left home, boarded the plane, and was on their way to Paris. They sat there excited for what was to come. Mark took Cindy's hand and smiled at her. She smiled back, pretending that she was looking forward to spending time with him. Unfortunately, Mark took her smile as a sincere one.
Once they got off the plane, they headed for the Hotel. The place was beautiful and the staff was courteous. As they got to their room, they were amazed by the view that it offered and the décor. The place had nothing but white cloth and shiny gold color on whatever was made of metal. Even the phone was gold. This of course was not real gold, but the two enjoyed the scenery nonetheless. Cindy jumped on the bed and enjoyed the soft touch of its comforter and pillows. Mark joined her by lying next to her. He put his arm over her and smiled as he said,
"I love you."
"I love you too honey."
Mark was excited. He wanted to order room service and have a romantic dinner with his wife. It would be just the two of them. He kissed his wife and she gave a gentle peck back. It was actually almost time for dinner and he asked her,
"Are you hungry?"
"Yeah! I'm famished. I looked up restaurants and found out that there's a nice one close by. It's actually walking distance."
"Oh...I was hoping to dine here. Just the two of us."
Cindy did not like that. There would be no way for her to meet anyone if she stayed in the hotel with Mark. She responded,
"Oh come on honey, don't be antisocial."
"Oh no, I'm not trying to be antisocial, it's just—"
"Good, then we're going to the restaurant."
Mark did not want to mess things up now. He knew Cindy would be angry if he tried to sway her decision. So, he just went with it. He thought to himself,
'Well, it would be nice to explore around...yeah, why not, what's the harm in going to a restaurant instead?'
The two changed into dressier clothes and left their hotel suite. They walked according to the directions Cindy's phone was giving them. Mark grabbed Cindy's hand and held it firmly. She looked back to confirm what she was feeling on her hand and then quickly returned her eyes to her phone.
Cindy was more concerned about the restaurant than spending time with Mark. He could see it, but he took it as her being excited to try the place. Cindy stopped looking at the phone and looked forward. It said that her destination was right in front of her. She smiled as she exclaimed,
"I found you!"
The couple walked in and were greeted by the hostess,
"Bonsoir! Do you have a reservation?"
"Clark, table for two."
'She made reservations?' Mark thought. 'She must have planned this one. I guess she never intended to eat in the hotel.'
The hostess checked and confirmed. She showed them to their table. Mark did not appreciate Cindy's one sided decision. However, he supposed it was the same thing as a man making reservations and surprising his woman. This was just the reverse. Sadly, Mark could not have been further from the truth.
Cindy looked at the menu and Mark did the same. Once he had found something he liked, he closed the menu and looked towards his wife. He smiled at her, admiring her beauty. Cindy noticed him looking at her and smiled back at him. She gave him a casual smile, but it soon turned to a smile of lust the moment their waiter came. A man with a short black ponytail greeted them,
"Bonsoir! Monsieur, Madame, my name is Alexandre. I'll be your waiter tonight. How may I serve you?"
Cindy ordered wine and Mark ordered some water. Wine was not his thing. However, Alexandre began to jokingly call him a lightweight and compliment Cindy on her tolerance. Most men would take offense, but Mark did not. He just took it as the waiter joking around. What Mark did not approve of was Cindy's flirtatious behavior towards Alexandre. He let it slide just this once, not wanting to make a scene.
Although Mark had put up with that, Cindy continued to flirt with Alexandre while they ordered their food. What made matters worse was when he started to flirt back. Alexandre took their orders and left. Mark studied Cindy's body language and speech patterns while he said,
"Alexandre is a cool guy."
"Yeah, he sure is." Cindy said with a smile.
Cindy was not even looking at him while saying that. She was staring at Alexandre's butt.
"Cindy...CINDY!"
Cindy jumped at Mark's sudden increase of volume in his voice and yelled,
"What?!"
"I love you honey."
"Love you." Cindy said in a half-assed tone.
Mark was feeling very uncomfortable. It was clear that Cindy was not here for him. She was here for Alexandre. He began to lose his cool and asked Cindy in a distrustful tone,
"Do you mean it?"
Cindy turned to him and got angry. She replied,
"What is that supposed to mean?"
"Exactly what it sounds like!"
"What? Do you wanna hear me say no?!"
"I want you to be honest!"
"It doesn't fucking matter! You're gonna get mad either way!"
"I see the way you look at him!"
"Here's an idea, why don't I fuck him and you can go fuck yourself!"
Mark slammed his palms on the table. The sound of the plates and utensils shaking were given off. He almost yelled in the restaurant.
"FFFFFUU—"
People in their proximity looked towards them. Cindy turned away from him and said,
"Oh yeah, real mature..."
That made Mark even angrier. Could she not understand that they still had trust issues? Mark wanted to leave, but he did not want to abandon his wife. So he decided to excuse himself to the bathroom. He could not be around her right now. Cindy mumbled,
"Good riddance."
Alexandre returned to the table with dinner. He noticed Mark was not at the table and asked,
"Mademoiselle, where is your husband?"
"Oh who cares, say Alexandre, what are you doing later tonight?"
Cindy reached out and caressed his hand. Alexandre knew where this was going. He boldly responded,
"Please, call me Alex. And as for what I'm doing tonight, it's a very beautiful American girl named Cindy."
Cindy's face lit up. She knew she would be getting laid tonight. She never really understood why a woman should be forced to have only one sexual partner in marriage. It was a joke to her. She gave him her number and he smiled. They noticed Mark coming back, having calmed down from earlier. Alexandre left the table and Cindy said to him briskly,
"Call me."
Once Mark sat down, Cindy greeted him with,
"Took you long enough."
Mark wanted her to stop, but he felt that he was in no position to demand that when he himself had let his emotions get the best of him. He apologized,
"Hey Cindy, I'm sorry, I let things get to me. I have no one to blame but myself."
"...uh...yeah, well you should be."
Mark and Cindy ate together, but he was not enjoying himself. He was starting to get depressed again. He just wanted to drink his scotch. After the uncomfortable dinner atmosphere, Mark gave Alexandre a big tip and said,
"Thank you Alexandre."
"No Monsieur, thank you." Alexandre said, knowing that he was getting an even bigger tip than Mark knew.
The couple walked back and Cindy was quiet. She thought about Alexandre while Mark thought about her. He gently took her hand and she looked at their hands touch, but she quickly looked away, clearly not caring. Once they made it back to their suite, Mark threw himself on their bed. Cindy's phone went off and she checked to see who had texted her. It was a new number, but the text read,
Unknown number:
-cindy? this is alex
Cindy:
-hey sexy, when are you free?
Alex:
-any time after 10, let me know when you are
Cindy:
-okay, just got to sneak out, maybe in an hour or so
Alex:
-I'll be waiting :)
"Who's that?" Mark asked curiously.
"My secret lover." Cindy joked.
"..."
"God Mark! Take a fucking chill pill!"
Mark could not stop being bothered by Cindy's cruel jokes. She had cheated four months ago and two times prior. She could be a bit more considerate of his feelings. He wanted to have his wife all to himself and did not want to share her with any other man. What was so wrong about that?
Mark believed that when you take your vows, you vow to be faithful to your spouse—unless you were a swinger, but that needed to be approved by your spouse and he did not approve. He knew Cindy would never approve of him sleeping with other women. It was completely unfair. Why was he not allowed to get some pussy from someone else if she was getting dick from someone else? However, Mark did not need that. He knew that all he needed was Cindy. He saw no other woman the way he saw Cindy. He loved her and no one else.
Mark remained quiet after Cindy's chill pill remark. She then said angrily to him,
"You know what, if you're gonna be a baby about it, then you can fucking sleep on the couch!"
Mark sat up and said,
"No! We're both sleeping on the bed!"
"The bed is only for mature adults you baby!"
"Cindy, I'm not sleeping on the couch!"
SLAP!
Mark was quiet. Cindy yelled at him louder now.
"I'm leaving! I can't stand when you're like this! When I get back, you better be sleeping on the couch!"
"Now wait just a min—"
SLAM!
Cindy had left Mark in the room to God knows where. The trip did not turn out the way he wanted it to be. Depression was kicking in and there was no booze to help him now. Mark was tired, so he decided against buying some and chose to sleep instead. It was a cheaper alternative.
Chapter II: Is This Love?
Mark was sleeping peacefully on the bed when he felt Cindy shaking him. She called to him,
"Mark, honey, wake up."
"Mmm...what?" Mark moaned groggily.
He turned over to see Cindy in sexy white lingerie. She gave him an embarrassed expression due to her appearance and said,
"I'm sorry honey. I do love you. You up for some fun?"
Mark felt his cock become erect in a split second. He said "yes!" quickly and removed his pants to show Cindy his hardness. She giggled and went through his bag. Mark was confused by this. What was she up to? She pulled out his ipod and went to her luggage. She pulled out portable speakers for the ipod and hooked it up. She placed the ipod and its speakers on the shelf next to the bed and pressed play. 'Is This Love' by Whitesnake began to play. The environment felt so surreal.
Cindy climbed on top of the bed slowly to keep Mark in suspense. She crawled towards him while she smiled seductively. She exposed her breasts to him and rubbed them for his entertainment. She rubbed her nipples with each respective pointer finger and asked,
"Are they okay?"
"You're breasts are beautiful!"
Cindy blushed and stopped. She crawled closer and began to rub his thighs. Once the second verse began, Cindy grabbed Mark's testicles and stroked his cock. He inhaled and exhaled nervously, enjoying the stimulation. The stroking and ball play felt wonderful, especially because Mark had been blue balling. The song expressed his feelings as Cindy played with his genitals. The song went on: "...cuz I don't think I can take anymore."
Cindy stopped stroking Mark and opened her mouth. When the chorus began with 'Is this love', his cock went in her mouth. She bobbed her head to the beat of the song. He could feel the warm wet feeling of her mouth. He wanted to squirt his cum inside the moment it was in. Never, had Cindy pleasure him while they listened to his music. He was not even allowed to play any form of rock while she was in the car. This was a dream come true. The song made Cindy's blowjob touch him on an emotional level strangely. She stared into his eyes as she blew him. This was not something she usually did. He was loving it. When he really thought about it, Cindy did look a bit like the woman in the music video. Her body type at least.
The song continued with the end of the chorus, going '...a hold on me.' As the chorus ended and the guitars harmonized together, Cindy pulled his cock out of her mouth. She stuck out her tongue and smiled at him while licking the tip. She wiggled it around, giving Mark unbelievable pleasure. He did his best not to cum and somehow succeeded. As the guitars stopped and the next verse started, Cindy stopped licking and climbed on top of him. She rubbed his cock against the outside, giving her pleasure as well. Her clitoris and the bottom of his head rubbed against each other. They moaned together from their mutual stimulation. Mark could feel just how wet she was. Her secretions were getting on his cock.
Cindy raised her body and let his cock press at her entrance. The song's verse was ending with '...so I can hold you in my arms.' As the chorus began again with 'Is this love', Mark felt his cock slip into his wife. Cindy was grinding her pussy on him. She looked into his eyes as she fucked his cock passionately. She humped to the beat of the song. He grabbed her breasts and played with them. Once the solo started, everything appeared to be in slow motion. The guitar solo mixed with Cindy's moaning sounded angelic to Mark. Cindy moaned to him,
"Oh Mark! Make love to me!"
Mark began to force his cock in deeper, causing Cindy to moan louder. He did not care if the neighbors complained. This was the hottest sex he had ever had with Cindy. She reached down to stroke her clitoris. She screamed,
"Oh Mark! I'm cumming!"
"Me too baby!" Mark cried.
"Please honey! Cum inside me!"
Mark began to squirt his cum inside Cindy. He felt her pussy contracting as he did this, which only served to make his ejaculation more pleasurable. He could feel his cock shooting load after load, filling her. He came so much that his cum was leaking out of Cindy even though his cock was still inside. She moaned sensually,
"Oh baby...yes...Mark...aw yes."
Mark felt satisfied and he could see that Cindy was too. The chorus at the end was repeating and fading out. He enjoyed the feeling of Cindy's insides as he heard 'Is this love or am I dreaming. Is this the love, that I've been searching for...' Cindy called for his attention,
"Mark."
"Yeah babe—"
SLAP!
"Oh! Getting a bit rough aren't we? Hehe."
"Mark..."
SLAP!
"Aw, Cindy, it's starting to hurt. Please sto—"
SLAP!
"MARK!!"
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
Mark woke up on the bed to find Cindy yelling at him. Her hair was a mess and she smelled of sweat. She demanded from him,
"Get the fuck off the bed!"
Mark now remembered his current situation. He refused, but she continued to slap his face. He told her to stop, but she still continued to slap. He insisted on staying on the bed. Cindy lifted her leg and kicked Mark on his side, hitting his rib and causing him to fall off. Cindy lied down and said,
"Don't you dare climb back on here you fucking baby!"
Mark remained silent and bitterly walked to the couch. He lied on it and angrily thought,
'Is this love? No, I was fucking dreaming.'
Chapter III: Further Downhill
Mark woke up with a stiff neck. He knew it was from sleeping on the couch. He was not happy with how his little vacation was going with Cindy. The moment they get to the hotel, he planned to order room service, but what does Cindy say? She wants to dine at a fancy restaurant. He takes her there and what does she do? Flirt with the waiter. When he attempts to be reasonable and apologetic, how does she react? She accuses and blames him, which led to him sleeping on the couch while she slept like a baby on the bed. He turned to find her sleeping on the bed alone.
Mark felt that coming to this place was a mistake. He loved Cindy so much, but she had been mistreating him lately...more than usual. He hopped in the shower, making sure not to wake Cindy up. He turned it on and the moment the hot water hit his body, he felt better.
'I think this is the best thing I've experienced since I got here.'
Which really was not much to say. Mark hated to admit that, but it was true. The rekindling of their marriage was something he truly looked forward to, but if Cindy was only interested in the waiter, then what could he do?
'I got it! We could go sightseeing!'
Mark quickly finished his shower and got out. He dried himself off and changed into a fresh set of clothes. He opened the door to find Cindy still sleeping. He always found her sleeping face to be the most adorable thing in the world. Cindy was cute to him no matter what way he looked at her. Mark made a couple of phone calls and he soon had a rental car available for them.
Cindy began to open her eyes; she saw Mark greet her with a smile. She wondered what he was smiling about.
"Good morning honey, I got us a car, we're gonna go sightseeing today!"
"What?!"
"Yup, I wanted to take my beautiful wife around the place and spend some time with her."
"Why didn't you tell me this?!"
"It's a surprise! Just get ready and we'll go."
'Oh great! There goes my plans with Alex today!...at least I was lucky enough to fuck him last night. I better text him.'
"Mark, honey, I'll go get ready."
"Okay babe, breakfast is downstairs."
"Thanks honey..."
Cindy went to the bathroom and quickly texted Alexandre,
Cindy:
-hey sorry
-my idiot husband made a surprise sightsee
-last night was incredible though, we'll continue it later today ;)
Alex:
-not a problem
-let me know when you get back
Cindy:
-don't worry
-I will ;)
Alex:
-:)
Cindy put down her phone and took off her clothes. She showered quickly and was out the door with Mark in less than twenty minutes.
They got into the car and Mark was thrilled. Cindy gave him back the same enthusiasm, but it was all just a farce. First place Mark took Cindy to was the most stereotypical place: The Eiffel Tower. Mark had high hopes since Paris was a city of romance. However, during the drive, Mark could not help but notice Cindy checking her phone periodically.
He parked and took Cindy with him when they finally made it. Even during their walk to the Eiffel Tower, Cindy still occasionally looked at her phone and texted. It made Mark uneasy. When the tower was right in front of them, Mark asked her,
"Alright, you ready to go all the way to the top?"
"...no..."
"What?! Cindy, I didn't just drive here just to see the tower up close and leave."
"I don't feel like it."
This made Mark upset. Cindy did not have the decency to even look at him while denying him. Her eyes were glued to her phone. Cindy sent her text and said to Mark,
"Okay, we're done, let's go now."
"But...we just got here!"
"And now we're leaving. Let's go!"
"Come on Cindy, for me?"
"God! It's always gotta be about you! If I don't want it, then you can't fucking force me!"
Mark could see that there was just no getting through to her. Her sour attitude seemed to have come back again from last night. He did not understand why she was so irritated with him. He decided to leave. She was right; he could not force her. He drove to another location, the Notre Dame Cathedral. Unfortunately, Mark was met with the same cold behavior and attitude. Cindy was genuinely uninterested. It really hurt Mark to see that. He took time in the morning to get a car for him to drive her around just to not be paid attention to. It was the same no matter where he went. From Centre Pompidou to the Louvre Museum. It did not matter. Cindy was too concerned with her phone.
The two finished their visits to the tourist attractions. However, Mark was not happy with Cindy's behavior. Once he started the car, he asked her without any attitude,
"Do you not wanna be here?"
Cindy finished texting and replied angrily,
"What are saying?! What? I'm a stupid bitch who doesn't deserve you?!"
"No, it's just—"
"Shut the fuck up!"
Mark decided not to talk anymore. It was just a waste of time at this point. He put the car in reverse and left. It seemed that his get away with his wife kept getting worse and worse.
He looked on the road to calm himself. He got annoyed from the voice of the GPS, so he turned it off. He was not very happy right now. He continued to drive without knowing where he was going. He just needed to get his mind off of how upset he was. Soon, he found himself driving by the countryside. He was glad that they were driving in an area so quaint. Lots of fields and no cars to be seen but his own on the road. He noticed a black mansion standing all on its own to his right, but other than that, it was peaceful. Mark knew that if he kept it like this, his mood would be better in no time...but life can be so cruel sometimes. The car broke down with smoke fuming out of its hood. Mark complained,
"Oh no! Now what?! You gotta be fucking kidding me!"
Cindy groaned in irritation. She asked Mark,
"What's the problem?!"
"I don't know!"
Mark was not too much of a grease monkey or an engineer for that matter. So he decided to call for help. He checked in his pocket for his phone, but it was not there.
'Damn! I must have left it on the bed!'
"Hey babe, can I borrow your phone? I forgot mine at the hotel."
Cindy groaned in irritation again. She was about to give Mark a hard time, but then she saw that her phone just died. The sexting last night and all of today took its toll on her phone's battery. She was pissed.
"Oh, you gotta be fucking joking! My phone's dead!"
"WHAT?!"
Mark hit the car's steering wheel out of frustration, causing it to honk its horn. He put his hands to his face, unsure of what to do now. He thought of his options,
'The hotel number is the only number we know. It's the only contact that knew us. What are emergency numbers in France?...what does it matter?...we have no working phone to begin with. There's no repair shop within a hundred miles. No houses either...the mansion!'
"Cindy, honey, I saw a mansion back there not too long ago. We can ask them for a ride."
"This is just great! God! I just wanted to visit a masseur today and relax! Why did you have to fuck that up?!"
Truth was, she was going to use that as an excuse to have sex with Alexandre again.
"You know what Cindy, fffffuu—" Mark restrained himself again. He continued in a calm sad tone, on the verge of crying, "I planned this for you. All of this was for you. I didn't do this purely for sightseeing. The most important thing was to spend time with you. The reason why is because you are the most important thing in my life."
Mark was good at restraining himself and turning the conversation around. It was much like avoiding a war. Asserting yourself without being too aggressive to start a fight. Cindy was good at twisting Marks words and turning it into making her out to be the victim and him be the asshole. However, Mark had won this time. She could not find a counter for that moment.
"...let's just get to that mansion and head back to the hotel." Cindy said bitterly.
"Alright, the sooner we do this, the sooner we can get you that massage."
"Yeah..."
As the couple walked in the direction towards the mansion, thirty minutes had passed and they still saw no building. Cindy's mood spiraled down exponentially.
"Are you sure there was a mansion?"
"Yeah, it was a big black one."
"You better not be making this up."
"I'm not, I promise."
"And why exactly are we out here anyways?! What does this have to do with anything you planned for today?"
Mark was unsure of how to handle that question. If he told her that he was angry or even upset with her, then she would throw a tantrum. However, he did blame himself. He thought in his head,
'If I had just controlled my emotions, then this wouldn't have happened.'
"Hellooooo! Mark, answer me!" Cindy interrupted his train of thought.
"Oh, sorry, I...it's my fault. I got sidetracked and ended up going the wrong way."
"What?! Are you fucking serious?! You better know how to get us back! You better not be lost!"
"Everything will be fine, in the—"
"In the end, it'll all work out." Cindy said, mockingly imitating Mark's catch phrase.
Mark could not take talking to Cindy at the moment, so he stopped talking. Cindy, however, continued to beat on Mark verbally,
"God! If we just didn't go out, then we wouldn't be in this mess!"
"..."
Mark laughed in his head as he thought,
'You're the one who said to go out last night and not be antisocial while staying in the room.'
"It's all your fault!"
"..."
"Say something!"
"There it is!"
Mark pointed to the black mansion. Cindy looked and could not believe it. There was a big black mansion in the middle of nowhere. She toned down her beating on Mark.
"Let's just go already, the situation's already bad enough as it is."
Chapter IV: The Mansion and the Mistress
After a few more minutes of walking, the couple had finally made it to the mansion. Mark saw that they needed to enter a big garden arch with doors in order to reach the front door of the building. The garden arch had a pointy gothic style to it. Mark did not want to trespass, so he looked for any door bells or intercom buttons. He found none, so he decided to enter the front yard garden. Luckily for him and Cindy, the doors of the arch were not pad locked. He opened them and entered the garden with Cindy.
The garden had quiet the elegant design. It was clear that the plants had been maintained. The hedges were well kept and there were plenty of black roses with a hint of dark red. Mark even thought that the black gothic designed benches were well placed. However, the stone statues appeared to be on the fragile side. They were gargoyles with cracks on them, which showed age. Mark supposed that they served to be the garden gnomes. There was even a fountain with a statue of Cupid in the middle with water coming out of his penis, going into the fountain. It seemed a tad bit more recent than the gargoyles. Overall, Mark was liking the scenery.
'Man, the owner really took care of the front yard garden, but the statues could use a bit of replacement.' Mark thought to himself.
Mark admired the place, but Cindy was getting the creeps from it. Who kept creepy gargoyles and black roses of death in their garden? Once Mark was done looking around, it was then that he noticed it had gotten darker and thought to himself,
'Alright, it's probably around 7ish since its already getting dark and its summer...Wait, the car broke down about six! So, we've been walking for a whole hour?! No wonder why Cindy kept getting mad at me...Well, it'll all be over soon. I'll ask the owner of the mansion for assistance kindly and it should be smooth sailing from here.'
Mark and Cindy approached the door. He could see the face of a fierce dragon in the middle of the door. It had a big ring in its mouth. Cindy found it to be quite scary. She thought to herself,
'My God! Who would want this as a door knocker?!'
Mark smiled as he thought,
'Man, I gotta get me one of these.'
He grabbed the ring of the door knocker and began to knock.
KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!
The two waited for a few seconds and soon the door began to open. It was a beautiful woman who was dressed as a French maid. Her skin was a bit on the pale side, but appeared very smooth—at least in Mark's opinion. She had brown eyes to match her lovely long brunette hair and her breasts were without a doubt C's. Her stockings and high heels were quite seductive as well. She greeted them in French,
"Bonsoir, puis-je vous aider?"
"Uh...hi...do you speak English?"
The maid said with a thick French accent,
"I apologize. Good evening Monsieur, may I help you?"
"Oh...Hi, my name is Mark and this is my wife Cindy. Our car broke down and we were wondering if we could get a ride or use a phone to get back to our hotel."
The maid looked hesitant. She apologized,
"I am sorry Monsieur, Madame, but—"
A voice from behind the maid said, "Let them in Renee." It had a thick French accent as well.
"As you wish Mistress. Please, come in."
The maid opened the door to let Mark and Cindy in. The couple could see that the mansion's interior design was that of a medieval castle, mixed with a gothic design from a heavy metal music video. Everything was black and white, with the exception of some red from candles, furniture cushion, and banners that reached from the ceiling to just above the ground. There was an indoor balcony in front of Mark and Cindy. It had two identical curved stairs going from the balcony's sides down to where they were. Behind each curved set of stairs, there were hallways that led to other places of the mansion. Mark joked to himself,
'Geez, talk about the Addams Family, haha.'
As Mark looked up, he saw who the voice belonged to. The Mistress that the maid referred to was very beautiful as well. Like the maid, her skin was on the pale side, but flawless. Her long straight hair was raven black. Her eyes were green and her figure was spectacular. She had a flat stomach and clearly a D cup. Her makeup was gothic, which went well with the contrast of her skin. She reminded Mark of Elvira, the Mistress of the Dark. Except, hotter and with a less funky hairdo. Not that he was trying to check her out. Cindy did not like her right off the bat, nor the maid. There was something quite off about them to her. The woman spoke,
"Welcome. My name is Edith, Edith De Sauveterre and this is my loyal servant Renee."
Renee bowed and said politely,
"A pleasure to meet you."
Mark gave Edith a friendly smile and responded,
"Mark Clark. This is my wife Cindy. Our car broke down and we were wondering if you could help us get back to our hotel. It's the Beau Cygne."
"I am sorry Monsieur. We have no telephone and we have no car. We do not even have any electricity. All we have here are horses."
"Oh, I see."
"But, you are welcomed to spend the night here. I would hate to turn down people who are in need of help."
"Oh, uh..."
Mark tried to think of what to do now,
'Well, we could stay and then leave and walk back until we reach the nearest phone. We could hitch hike, but there were no cars driving in the area but mine...I don't think she's lying. The only source of light here are flames from either candles or touches. I doubt Cindy would want to walk during this time while it's dark outside. It would be too much to ask to borrow the horses. I guess there's no other way.'
Mark gave his initial refusal,
"Miss De Sauveterre, I wouldn't want to intrude."
"Oh nonsense! It has been ages since we had guests. Please stay. Are you hungry? I can have dinner prepared."
Mark did not want to be rude. He decided to accept, but Cindy started to whisper to him,
"Mark! Let's just go! I don't like this place! I don't like that maid! And I especially don't like Dracula's wife up there!"
"Cindy! Don't be rude!" Mark whispered back.
"I would advise leaving later during the daytime tomorrow. You may never know who or what may lurk in the dark." Renee informed them.
"Oh, then it appears we have no other choice then. If it's not too much to ask, may we spend the night here Miss De Sauveterre?"
"Of course Monsieur, and please, call me Edith."
"Oh, okay, merci...Edith. You can call me Mark."
The two traded platonic smiles. Cindy did not approve however.
"Very well Mark, Renee will show you to your room. In the morning, we shall ride back into town. The horses are likely sleeping at the moment."
"You will?! Merci Edith! Merci! Merci! Oh! Also, we ate not too long ago. Please don't trouble yourself for us anymore than you already have."
"As you wish Mark. If you or your wife change your mind, please do not hesitate to let us know."
Edith turned and left the balcony heading to her chamber, which was to Mark and Cindy's left. Mark could not help but notice that Edith had quite the ass as well. It was nice and round, but not too big. It was very tight. It was actually a lot nicer than Cindy's, but being the faithful husband he was, he did not want to think much of it.
"Maaaaark." Cindy grunted his name, obviously unhappy with his decision to stay.
"Right this way Monsieur, Madame."
Renee picked up a fancy black candelabrum with three lit red candles and led Mark and Cindy up. She took them to the right side of the balcony. Mark turned his head left to see what was on the side Edith left to. It was a hallway that was identical to the one Renee was leading them to.
Once Mark, Cindy, and Renee reached their destination, Renee pulled out a key and unlocked the door. She took a step inside and lit the candles within the room to reveal a queen sized bed with a glossy black bedframe, red bed sheets with a black comforter on top, and white pillows. To the right of the bed was a black gothic styled dresser with a silver tray on top of it. Upon the tray was a silver bell. However, the shininess of the tray and bell appeared to have a hint of black due to the colors of the room. To the left of the bed was a big mirror with a black gothic styled frame. Renee bowed again and said to Mark, while completely ignoring Cindy in the process,
"The bathroom is just down the hall and there is a bathhouse downstairs. Just head to the East wing, it is the opposite side of the dining room. If you need me, simply ring the bell there next to your bed. There are some fresh clothes in the wardrobe. Please enjoy your stay Monsieur."
"Please, call me Mark, merci."
"As you wish, Mark."
Renee left the room and closed the door quietly. Once Mark turned around, he was immediately met with Cindy's hand.
SLAP!
"What the hell is wrong with you?!"
"What!"
"I told you I didn't wanna stay here! This place gives me the fucking creeps and so do those French whores!"
"Hey! Don't call them that! They have been nothing but hospitable to us and besides, would you rather walk at night and get robbed for all we know?!"
"Fuck you!"
SLAP!
"Ow! Stop that!"
"Fucking grow a pair!"
The two continued to argue. Mark could tell that Cindy was a bit jealous of Edith and Renee's bodies. He knew Cindy was insecure about her breast size. That was why she always liked to show off her butt. It was her best asset. However, Edith beat her in both depart
