Relocate.

“Could we get out of here?” Maddie asked bashfully. Then, suddenly realising it was very presumptuous to expect Paul to be dragged away with her, a total novice, at his sort of event, she added. “I mean, I can just go by myself! How rude of me to ask, sorry.”

Paul chuckled. “Let me just get my things.”

Still held in Paul’s strong hand, Maddie followed as he made his way back into the Green Room, and he picked up a small toilet-case-looking bag from a shelf and then started to make his way outside. He said a polite goodbye to the group in the entry room and then headed out into the carpark. Maddie was a little taken aback when Paul came to the same late-model Saab that Larissa had picked her up in earlier. He pulled a key fob from his travel pack and unlocked it.

“Isn’t this Larissa’s car?” Maddie couldn’t help but ask as Paul got inside the driver’s seat and started to open up the convertible roof.

“Actually, it’s mine,” he said as the roof settled into place and the motor cut out.

Wrong-footed, Maddie got into the passenger’s side and settled down. She didn’t feel as comfortable when Paul took her hand this time as he started driving.

“So, why was Larissa driving it before? To pick me up?” Maddie wanted clarity.

“I was already here at the event, and she needed to pick you up to come here.”

It sounded reasonable enough, but still, it didn’t sit right for Maddie.

“Do you two share a lot of things like that?”

“A few. You, for example.”

It was a joke, but Maddie didn’t find it funny.

“Are you and Larissa dating or something?” Maddie came out and asked.

“Dating, no. Legally, I suppose you could say we're married.”

Maddie would have rocked back in her chair, stunned, if she wasn’t already buckled into the Saab’s bucket-like seats. Paul was married! She’d had sex with a married man! Maddie snatched her hand away from his. “Ahh, you can just drop me off up here. I’ll be fine to make my own way home.”

Paul didn’t pull over. Was Maddie being kidnapped? She should never have gone to a weird, kinky sex party like that with those sorts of people!

“Larissa and I haven’t been properly together for a long while. A good number of years ago, we mutually agreed to see other people and just haven’t divorced for some obscure financial reasons,” Paul explained calmly.

“I wish I had known the other night,” Maddie objected.

“There didn’t seem an opportune moment to bring it up,” Paul said rather glibly. “Rather than go through a whole costly process of dividing up our assets, we’ve divided up our sex lives instead.”

That was one way to put it, Maddie thought. “So, you’re ok with your wife having sex with other people in front of you?”

“Yes. In fact, I quite enjoy it. Although I barely think of her as my wife anymore. How about you? Were you jealous seeing your ex-boyfriend fucking Larissa so magnificently?”

The question made Maddie pause to stop and wonder. Did it? “Not excessively. I was a bit more resentful to find out he and my best friend are sleeping together.”

“Ahh,” Paul simply said.

“Ahh, what?”

“So that’s what’s brought on this adventurous pilgrimage you're on.”

“I wouldn’t call it that!” Maddie objected.

“Then how would you put it?”

“Well, if he gets to carry on with his little entanglement, then so do I.”

“And there you have it. It’s the same as Larissa and me, or the very beginnings of it. Or if not, I have every right to feel used,” Paul reasons.

“Use you? I did not!” Maddie objected as sternly as she could. “I didn’t even know you were going to be there.”

“But you did use my large cock,” Paul grinned.

He’d got her. Maddie’s mind instantly switched back to her bedroom and the incredible sensation she’d felt when Paul had edged his fat, beefy member inside her. She’d never felt as full in her life as she had right then, her insides fit to bursting, he was that big. And then, dear Lord, when she’d switch over to doggystyle and take him from behind! She could feel him all the way in her stomach, it seemed like.

“Oh, hush!” Maddie blushed, and she squirmed in her seat. The feeling of discomfort changed to an altogether different response. In a flash, she was once again very interested in seeing where this night went.

Not long after that, as Maddie tried to keep the image of the tall, Nordic Paul's naked body out of her mind, they came to a house in one of the more affluent areas of the city. Smaller than many of its well-to-do neighbours, Paul’s house was a compact two-story that looked architecturally designed. She hadn’t even noticed that Paul was taking her back to his house and not hers; the journey plan had felt natural.

A brushed matte steel garage door opened, and Paul brought the Saab in to park. He left the top down inside and came and helped Maddie out of the passenger’s seat. She was a little weak-kneed. Passing through a door from the garage and into the home proper, Maddie was taken aback by the stark minimalism of the place. In light tones of white, cream and pale woods, the house looked smart, sophisticated and clean and functional all at once. It looked like an IKEA showroom, if the price of each item was doubled tenfold. It carried with it a strong masculine presence, but wasn’t alienating to Maddie’s feminine sensibilities at the same time.

Maddie was impressed by Paul’s hosting skills, as he didn’t immediately try to lead them off to the bedroom. In fact, he maintained the mystery by only showing her the downstairs portion and not the rest of the upstairs. In the kitchen, Paul offered Maddie a glass of wine and prepared two long-stemmed glasses. He popped a bottle of real, authentic Champagne that came from the village of Troyes. They toasted, and it tasted to Maddie better than anything she’d ever drunk before.

Paul led her to a gorgeous living room that matched the rest of the house. A large L-shaped settee took the centre of the space, and Maddie sank into the cloud-like cushion blissfully. Here, next to the dreamy blonde Paul, Maddie forgot about her apprehension in the car and allowed her body to take over. She’d emptied her first glass and placed it on the rounded-square table before she leaned in boldly and kissed Paul for the first time. Despite having had sex with Paul before, Maddie had never actually kissed him. As their lips touched and started to explore the others, it somehow felt even more sinful than what they’d done to each other previously.

After a very long and steamy kiss, Paul refilled their glasses from the Champagne bottle, and Maddie took another long sip. Even just one glass was making her giddy, her head spinning, and she was feeling overwhelmed. At least she thought it was the wine. Perhaps it was the large Swedish man who had started to suck on the sensitive skin of Maddie’s neck. Throwing her head back, Maddie gasped in soft moans of desire that became stronger when Paul’s hand moved between her legs and started to run up her inner thighs. Maddie acted back and groped at Paul’s crotch. She remembered his long, stiff prick and was eager to find again. Already hard, it ran most of the way down his inner thigh, and Maddie started to rub it enthusiastically. Paul’s fingers had reached her drizzly knickers, and Maddie cried out as he started to brush against her aroused pussy lips through her delicates.

She couldn’t wait any longer, no matter how good Paul’s digits felt against her. She pushed him back and rose swiftly off the couch and down onto her knees in front of Paul. With assistance, she was able to get his pants undone and around his knees in a matter of seconds as she came face to face with that impeccable example of phallic perfection once again. Maddie had struggled to take Paul’s fat cock fully in her mouth last time as she’d been lying on her back getting fucked. This time, it was the only thing she had to concern herself with.

Lifting up to get a head start, Maddie wrapped a hand around Paul’s dick and started to lovingly kiss the head of his glands. Slowly, she started to suck all around the fat head before she breathed in and started to feed it into her throat. Try as she might, it was just too big for her to get all the way down it. Five inches max, over halfway, was the best she could do, but what she could, Maddie made sure to suck and slobber on it as hard as possible. She loved the way Paul wasn’t afraid to moan out at her actions. His hips rocking up from the sofa, as between the two of them, they softly fucked Maddie’s face.

She really wanted to suck him all the way to completion and blow his cum down her throat, but Paul had other things on his mind. When Maddie’s chin was running with saliva and her jaw was almost locking from giving head so long, he tenderly lifted Maddie’s face away from where she was gagging on his cock as she massaged his balls to shaking tenderness.

Did he want her to climb into his lap and ride that big cock, Maddie wondered? Perhaps he wanted to eat her pussy out in return? Maddie could handle that. Her pussy was unbelievably wet and begging for something to be stuck inside.

Instead, Paul helped her up off her red, marred knees and said, Let’s go and get another bottle of wine.”