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What to wear?

They were running late yet again after having been 'delayed' in the shower.

"I know that it makes sense that showering together should be faster than taking it in turns but some how we always seem to take longer." Marissa remarked to Ryan as they both made their way back into the bedroom to get dressed.

"I hope that you're not inferring that it's all my fault?" he asked smiling at his towel clad wife as she stood in front of her wardrobe gazing into it's expanses.

"I'd like to say yes … but I figure that I was just as responsible as you were." Marissa replied as she pulled out clean underwear whilst thinking back to what had taken place.

"Maybe even more so." He replied as he decided to drop the towel that he'd had wrapped around his waist. He needed to riffle through his suitcase and he couldn't do it with a 'skirt' on.

"What are you doing there?" Marissa asked watching her now totally naked husband, on his hands and knees, digging deeply in to his suitcase as he searched through his clothes. It was taking all her willpower not to go and 'help' him but she knew that if she did that then they'd never leave the apartment tonight, but would spend it in bed, yet again. She would just have to find the power to resist him for once.

"I think I have a problem." He looked up. "I should have either brought more boxers with me or done some washing instead of sight seeing today. I seem to have run out of clean ones."

"I could always lend you one of my thongs." Marissa replied and threw the lacy black one that she was holding in her hand, towards him.

Ryan caught it and then sttod up and playfully attempted to pull it on but it covered almost nothing. The small lycra garment never a chance of holding together his plentiful tackle.

Marissa couldn't help laugh at his attempt but managed to say. "Get it off before you rip it. I don't think that it was ever meant to contain something that big."

"And if you don't stop looking at me like that, then it's only going to get bigger." Ryan replied. He pulled it off and threw it back at her. "So how do you want me? It's either a second use for these or I go commando?" he asked holding up a pair of previously warn boxers.

"Definitely commando." Marissa replied. "I rather like the idea of being able to slip my hand in for a feel whenever I get the urge."

"That will only urge me to do other things." Ryan suggested looking her over as she stood talking to him and pulling on her underwear. "But you do realise that there will be other people around?"

"Yeah but the clubs are pretty dark so I don't think that I'll have any problem finding an opportunity for the occasional grope of my husband."

Ryan smiled "I have an idea." He smiled and paused until he was sure that he had her full attention. "I'll go commando if you do too?"

Marissa was taken aback. "But I was going to wear a dress?" she stated.

"So?" Ryan replied looking at her; the dare evident in his eyes. He had to admit that ever since Annabel had turned up at their dinner party without underwear … the idea of Marissa doing the same had been a secret fantasy of his. "I'll be the only one who knows. And I won't let anyone else get near enough to you to find out. I assure you if your panty less then your likely to have to stay very close to me just to conceal my reaction to you."

Marissa smiled as she took in the sparkle in his eyes. She loved the idea of Ryan staying close for the whole night. Plus as an added bonus, it would mean that she would never have to spend any time alone with Karl. Karl seemed to stay well away whenever Ryan was about. "So you'd have to dance really closely to me?" she asked.

"Yes I would." Ryan replied liking the idea more and more.

Marissa smiled. "Okay. I think I can do that." she said as she pulled her thong back off and noticed his erection start to come to life at just that small gesture.

Ryan had just started to pull on his jeans and then looked down as his body reacted instantly to the thought of Marissa spending the night out without any underwear. He stopped to take them back off again.

"What are you doing? We need to leave … we're already late. We can't stop to do it again." Marissa commented, thinking that all this talk had Ryan now looking for another round.

"I just decided to change to the other jeans with the button fly instead of the zip. I figure that I don't want to have a "There's Something about Mary" moment. That movie still gives me nightmares." He commented as she laughed.

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In the cab on the way to the Moulin Rouge it was all Ryan could do not to attack Marissa. His hand rested on her upper thigh and his mind was in overdrive, knowing that she had nothing on underneath. He looked over at her, thinking that it would require all of his strength to keep his hands off her. She looked hot. The simple mid thigh length dress that she had chosen to wear had a choker collar with a diamond shape cut out at the front that revealed just enough of the mounds of her breasts to ensure that he would be licking his lips for the entire evening, The back of the dress had a large diamond cut out that meant that there was almost no back to it at all. With the added knowledge that she had nothing on underneath … he thought that he was likely to be in a state of semi-arousal for the entire night. The dress could give Annabel's a run for its money. And this one was much better because it was Marissa who was wearing it. As the blocks passed by his hand started to creep higher and higher up her leg … zeroing in on his target.

Marissa knew exactly what he was up too and had to admit to being in two minds. She knew that she should stop him. But at the same time, the thought of Ryan fingering her in the darkened back seat of the cab, held a lot of appeal as well. She moved her hand to his crotch thinking that two could play at this game and opened her legs slightly to allow Ryan access.

He noticed her unspoken invitation and quickly moved his hand in and began to stroke her, moving a finger slowly and gently into her moistness. He glanced at Marissa and noticed her breathing becoming ragged as he slipped another finger in as she squirmed on the seat. He could feel the tightness in his pants increase. Between what he was doing to her and what she was doing to him, he knew that he would have trouble staying in control if they both continued down this path and so reluctantly with one final swirl, he pulled his hand out from between her legs and placed it on top of hers on the front of his pants to still her movement on him and try to calm himself down. "Maybe we'd better save that for on the way home." Ryan whispered.

Marissa nodded and replied softly. "Unfortunately yes. Otherwise I don't think that you'll be able to get out of the cab. It would be too dangerous. You might poke someone's eye out with that thing." She smiled.

"I assure you, an eye is not what I want to poke." He whispered.

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The dinner and show at the Moulin Rouge was great. Ryan had never seen anything like it before. He had to admit that the girls were gorgeous and he couldn't wait to tell Seth about it, knowing that he would be very jealous. They had beautiful bodies and he couldn't help but wonder just how Marissa would look in one of their costumes. He thought that he may have to add that to his list of Marissa fantasies; just the thought sending his mind and other parts of his body … in to overdrive yet again. He couldn't believe that he was thinking like a sex starved teenager when nothing could be further from the truth. She had become an obsession. But thankfully she was his.

When the show had finished, they all made their way outside and then the decision was made to walk to a club only a few blocks away. As they made their way to it, James walked on the opposite side of Ryan to Marissa trying to start up a conversation. "So how was the sight seeing today?"

"It was great thanks." Ryan replied trying to be pleasant.

"Any favourites?"

"It was all really good. We didn't have a very good look at anything, Marissa kept moving me along. But I'm hoping to go back to the Louvre tomorrow while Marissa's at work and have a better look around." He explained.

"Did you see the Mona Lisa?"

"Yeah. It's a lot smaller than I imagined." Ryan commented.

"Yeah. It's a bit of a disappointment. But there are plenty of other really good paintings there." James remarked.

"I actually loved the sculptures. I can't wait to go back and have a better look around. How they carve things so beautiful out of a lump of marble amazes me … "

"Have you ever tried to do it?" James asked.

"What … sculpt?" Ryan asked incredulously.

"Well I wasn't asking if you were a virgin." James chuckled. "From the glow that Marissa has had ever since she returned from the states, I figure you know how to do that …. And very well, I'd guess." He laughed.

Ryan blushed slightly. "Um. No." Ryan replied ignoring James' other comments, preferring to pretend that they'd never been mentioned.

"You should give it a go …. I'm sure that you'd be very good with your hands." James said and then started to giggle again.

Ryan wasn't sure just what he was talking about any more. It seemed the conversation had moved from sculpting to sex very quickly.

"You have no idea." Marissa added, a large smile on her face.

James mock glared at her. "I think I do. And I do think that you could share with your friends." He commented. He thought that Ryan was the singularly most sexy guy that he had ever met in his life. If only he could be bi James thought to himself.

Marissa laughed. "Not this. He's all mine." She said putting her hand around Ryan's waist and then dropping her hand inside the waist of his jeans so that her hand cupped his naked cheek.

Ryan smiled as he felt her hand upon him. He liked this possessive side of Marissa. He thought that he could get used to it very quickly.

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Meanwhile Karl and Sasha were walking behind with Emma alongside them.

Sasha lent in to Karl to whisper quietly too him. "I think that we need to make this happen tonight. They seem to be getting closer and closer."

Karl scowled. He had noticed and he didn't need Sasha pointing out the obvious to him. "How?"

"I'm sure that we will get our opportunity. Just make sure that you are ready to act when it comes along."

"I'm ready. But they never seem to leave one another alone. And they can't keep their hands off one another." He commented disgustedly watching Marissa move her hand inside Ryan's pants.

"It just means that they are horny and they'll be ready to go when we get them alone." Sasha assured him. "Just think about the fun we'll have."