Ir-re-me-di-a-ble: Unable to Be Changed

Chapter Three

Chapter Three

Greek Embassy, Auguste Vacquerie, Paris

Tonight, Leo looked around the room. “How many wives here have I banged?” In his mind, he began a tally. He smiled smugly. He knew for sure none of the men had gotten between Konstantina’s legs. Normally, after an evening such as this, the rest of his night would be full. But with Lu in town? That was the dilemma. He exchanged a look with several of the women and shifted uncomfortably in his seat. At the thought of all the lost p***y, he actually said out loud, “I should have come to Paris alone.” The large amount of alcohol consumed at these events brought down the barriers. The world was his oyster. How many were pantiless, he pondered.

Coiffed heads turned his way. Eyes were on him. Whispered asides, “There sits my favorite way to waste an afternoon.”

“The only time I ever really let go” was an honest assessment. From her other side, “I am never too busy for any of that.”

When the orchestra began to tune up, he stood. And circled the room, hand in his jacket pocket. He zeroed in. Same question as an African lion stalking at the watering hole. “Which one?”

She brushed back her hair in a “Come f**k Me” gesture. Constance Wright. Connie. The American ambassador’s wife. Wild Connie.

He offered his arm and suggested, “Dance?” He never should have.

She shuddered as he held her near. “You naughty man. Where have you been for so long?” She moved his hand to her breast in a reminder. He fondly recalled a New Year’s Eve party at their house. The two of them saw the new year in with quite a bang.

“How festive,” Konstantina had remarked later when she found out where he’d been. Tonight, running into her would present a possibility. And then a decision. A delicious one.

Leo knew perfectly well these society wives appreciated him. Well-built, well-hung, big man. Powerful personality. His charming smile. Who wouldn’t want a big hunk like that f*****g you? All at once, the world was a brighter, more wonderful place when Leo was around.

Once the obligatory siring of children was out of the way, these women were left alone. Ignored. Their husbands moved onto their various clubs and mistresses. They much preferred to spend their time there. This included Connie’s own spouse, the effeminate little fucker. Leo looked out over the field. It felt as if an entire room of unsatisfied women awaited him. By this point in their lives, most would prefer being rammed up against the headboard by Leo rather than spend time with their husbands, anyway. His experience and skills were legendary.

She broke his train of thought and told him, “You are wonderfully primitive, Leo. Mind always in the gutter.”

He raised an eyebrow in question.

“I can tell,” she reassured him. This time, when she leaned in close, she revealed a tit. Her large, round areolas and fabulously distended n*****s always made him dizzy. He now recalled how they felt in his mouth. She blamed their size on her pack of squalling babies and a demanding husband. This he did not doubt.

“Time to see my new etchings, Leo?” she teased. “I promise to be wearing nothing under my robe, in case you’re wondering. See you there in ten minutes?” They both laughed.

He made it in nine. A light tap and he was let in. She stood at the door with a smile. They ran across the foyer and up the stairs. He carried her through the doorway and into her bedroom

A message was being texted to Nigel, “He’s here.”

Leo had been rather fond of her back in the day. Barely grown-ups then.

Alone now. Finally. Just the two of them. She spun around the room, exposed. She was right. No clothes. Her snatch was hairy, just as he liked. She stepped toward the bed to recline and leaned back. Legs up.

He curled his lip. An erect, aroused bull in full rut. Nostrils flared, he yelled, “I smell p***y!” He truly did. There was a heady stink of musk and cunt. His favorite.

Her laughter, high and girlie, filled the room.

She was a vision. Legs spread wide. Clothes gone. He came at her on his knees. “I think I can find it in here.” His nose went in instinctively. He wiggled into her bush. Sniffing. Searching. He invaded her hot pink folds with his tongue. Seeking within for that special nub. She glanced down to watch his face. Wildness surged through her. Her face softened, voice grew raspy when she finally said, “I’ve missed your brand of f*****g, Leo.”

“What do you want?” he asked with a chuckle low in his throat.

“You know what I want,” and prodded his mouth with her mound. “Yes. Down in there. Make me scream.” Suddenly, she froze. Her legs went rigid. She whispered, “Get that c**k in me now and f**k me properly.” He lit her up. She radiated out from her center. “Shoot into me. I want to feel you explode.”

He came up her body. And stopped at her breasts. Against her wishes, he had to visit each exquisite one. He sucked first the left, then the other lush n****e into his mouth.

“Hurry,” she reached toward him. Now wild with want, she begged. And grabbed at him. The first time she always got there fast. He now recalled. She saw lights and sparks as he buried deep in her. Thrusting. He filled her up and then some. She had started out with a flicker, a small low flame of want. He had turned on the roar of a fire. She pumped rapidly now. A blur of spasms of cumming. She was blown away. She called out his name. “Leo! I would have killed for this. Where have you been all these years?”

She pulsed and pumped, then took the plunge and stepped off into her orgasm. He was close as well. His muscles now tensed in preparation. She heard it in his breath. Just before he went off, his quick breaths warned her. Again, she called out to him, “Leo.” Her nerve ends were alive and tingly, head to toe. She grasped his waist with her legs to help him fully enter. He hovered over her, eyes squeezed shut. Veins stood out on his forehead. She shivered as he came. It was a frenzy of jabs. A slapping of stomach to stomach. Then he slumped down onto her. Face burrowed deep into her warm neck.

All she wanted to do was recline back and dream. To float. That was her first orgasm, not by her own hand, in too long. She’d had a fling with a minor French celebrity. And two other ambassadors. She let out a long, low sigh. Remembering. “Boring,” she had said to their faces. “I am barely wet.” They failed to ignite her. But Leo? Nothing could compare to Leo.

And Leo? “Christ. What a lay. Magnificent,” the superlatives rolled out of him. He had always carried a torch for her. Wild Connie. She was just too good to turn down. He had plunged into Constance with barely a hesitation. When she begged for his f**k, it was almost a relief after Lu’s howls and high soprano. Each song bordered on the eerie. Leo could never tell if her arias of orgasm were fake. Or not. He found them a bit distracting right when he was trying to concentrate on his own ejaculation. He wondered. Whatever had happened to “f**k me. Oh god.

Lu Carmichael. He discussed her with Connie. “Had the chase, the game, been the lure of her? Now was it gone?” He had to wonder.

They had always shared like this. He knew vividly about her ambassador husband’s tiny, little pink prick. “A pathetic wiener,” she had said. Connie had heard at length about Konstantina’s permanently closed legs. He had to put it aside and rang for Champagne with caviar.

Tonight they had better things to do. “Come here!” Connie beckoned to him with her flute. “Right now!” As it grew again, his c**k welcomed the sight of her.

Later, he pinned her legs fast and held both hands above her head. She felt hot. Leo told her, “Don’t struggle, you little devil.” Then he moved his mouth down. Now at her big n*****s for as long as he wished. His head ended up between her thighs. She pleaded. Then cursed. It was both a second and an eternity. And then there it was. His explosion rocked the bed. Her flashes of light were even brighter this time.

When their pulses slowed back down to nearly normal, they went up to the rooftop jardin for a post shag cuddle and cigarette. The warm air was filled with the sounds of insects. Stars were visible even with all the city lights. She tucked a large cashmere throw around the two of them as they reclined on the settee. Then she invited him to come to America. The thought did appeal to him. She had such enthusiasm in the bedroom. “I just might do,” he said fondly.

In a flash, she turned around, and they wrestled. They laughed like children. One tickled. The other poked. Then bit. It was a frolic. She was strong for her size. Before he knew it, he was up on all fours and began to yell. Mostly gibberish. One phrase made sense, “Who’s your daddy?”

She erupted with more laughter. And actually spanked him. She pronounced him, “Naughty, naughty man.” Her small hands were on his ass. He now joined her. Her turn to be spanked. Their bodies shook, as neither could stop their laughter.

Two floors down, the maids woke up with a start. They could hear them. Both girls looked up. “What on earth?” But they knew. Being French, they would recognize the sound of a bare ass being slapped anywhere. One got out of the bed and walked to the door. “Sounds like Mrs. Wright has company.”

Lu hadn’t seen Leo in person after their last wave goodbye at the airfield. She spent the night at her Cartier apartment. No one had stayed at the twelve thousand Euros a night Ritz apartment.

What a shame Leo did not call Nigel. A mere hotel employee? No. Never. A true shame he did not. Nigel could have smoothed over and fixed everything. He knew a thing or two about f*****g up.