The French Visit Ch. 04 by christinamonroe..,
Georges had to return to Paris late on Sunday evening to complete his business deal there, so they decided to make a day of it, and enjoy the glorious summer weather.
Laura was still a little in shock over what had happened the previous night. She had talked to girlfriends about their sexual experiences, of course, long gossipy intimate conversations over glasses of cider in the Students Union, and thought she had known what it was all about, but she hadn’t expected anything as explosively sensual as the experience she had had.
For the most part, the girls initially talked of romance, long kisses and gentle caresses, but as the evenings wore on and more drink taken, they confessed the reality; fumbling, eager boys who came too soon with little regard for their lovers pleasure. She had grown wary of them, the drunken rugby players, the noisy soccer stars, even the studious library worms; she viewed them all with the same jaundiced eye, only out for what they could get. But now she realized that in the right hands, her body was designed to give her a lot of pleasure.
As before, Vivette made no mention of the previous evening. She was in the kitchen preparing a picnic lunch when Laura came down after a sound night’s sleep. The two women worked together companionably, and soon the three of them were ready to set off.
Georges had chosen an old castle a few miles from home for their day trip. As they drove there, he gave Laura a potted history of the castle and its role in the 100 Years War with the ancient enemy, the English.
The castle was magnificent; a resolute tribute to the medieval French who had laboured to build it’s sturdy walls. The grounds were extensive; many acres of land designed for deer to roam within to allow the masters of the estate their hunt.
It was high summer, and many families had chosen to spend their Sunday afternoon there, exploring the grounds, the shrill excited cries of school children echoing from the ancient maze, lost in the shadows within. Laura and her companions wandered deep into the woodlands around the castle, well off the signposted footpaths, and gradually the noise of the other visitors dwindled and faded. Georges and Vivette were holding hands, their affection for each other obvious. They walked almost in silence, occasionally pointing out red squirrels and pheasants, listening to the sounds of the countryside. It seemed to Laura that the couples wandering wasn’t arbitrary; they knew where they were heading, and soon came to a sheltered grove, the sunlight diffused through the canopy of leaves overhead, dappling the undergrowth.
This was an ideal spot for a picnic, Vivette declared, and Georges set down the wickerwork basket he had been patiently carrying. Vivette spread the picnic rug out on the soft grass, and the three of them settled back to enjoy the cold collation that they had prepared-being French, Georges had insisted on a fine wine to accompany their meal, and soon, happily relaxed, Laura lay back, drifting peacefully.
She lay with her hands behind her head, stretched out, looking up through the trees, and thought that she had never been so content in her life. Georges and Vivette were cuddled up beside her, Vivette with her head resting on Georges shoulder, his arm around her.
Laura gradually became aware of movement: Vivette had slowly moved her hand down and pulled Georges polo shirt from his waist band, and eased her hand up to rest against his stomach lazily scratching and stroking the dark hair across his chest. Laura heard him growl quietly, his hand pressing hers to hold it still, but she was determined. She slid her fingers down and unfastened his belt, pulling it open, then slowly slid down his zipper.
She eased her fingers inside, and rested there for a moment, her slim fingers pressing against the growing bulge of his groin.
Laura turned on her side to watch: at the moment she was content to remain an observer and learn what she could from them. She smiled inwardly: none of her seminars at college had been this exciting.
Vivette’s fingers were beginning to move, curling around Georges’s cock. With a sigh of mock exasperation, Georges lifted up his hips and pushed his trousers down to allow his wife easier access to his cock. He rested back, and when his wife’s head bent to his cock to take him in her mouth, he raised his hand to stroke her hair gently.
Vivette licked her lips in anticipation, and slowly opened her mouth to engulf Georges’s rapidly hardening shaft. She licked delicately at the slitted opening of his cock head, and then ran her tongue around the crown, nibbling lightly, kissing her way down the shaft until her nose was tickled by his hair. She kissed his balls, carefully holding them in one small hand, caressing with her finger tips. She licked lightly, and then sucked each one very gently into her mouth. She delved deeper, holding his scrotum up slightly, licking the under surface. Georges spread his thighs slightly and she probed, her tongue reaching his perineum. Then she returned to his cock, kissing and mouthing her way up his sturdy shaft.
She opened her mouth wide again, and took his bulbous shaft deep into her throat. Laura was watching intently, fascinated with Vivette’s movements, the constant stimulation she was applying to Georges cock and scrotum, working him with her hand, tongue and throat.
Laura watched Georges’s face: he had closed his eyes, and his hands held his wife’s head to his cock, gently forcing her down. Vivette swallowed, and moved her tongue against his shaft, massaging him in her mouth. She released him slightly, her mouth sucking the engorged tip, her hand wanking the shaft slowly. Then she sat up: she wanted to feel him inside her, his cock filling her needy pussy, and she slipped off her summer dress. She was wearing only a tiny thong, and pulled this to one side. She straddled him, and he held his cock, guiding it into her.
Laura came closer, wanting to see Georges’s cock coated in Vivette’s slick juices. She watched as Georges began raising his hips, pumping into Vivette. Holding onto his wife’s hips, he helped her move on him, and she rotated her pelvis, grinding her sex onto his.
Laura reached out and stroked Vivette’s back, wanting to join in, but not sure where to begin.
Vivette looked around at her and smiled.
‘I want you to play with me, cherie,’ she asked, ‘I need you both in me.’
At first, Laura was a little unsure at what she was being asked to do, but then she remembered the sight of Vivette on video, her anus being probed by her husband’s finger.
Vivette leaned forward, changing the angle of penetration of her pussy, and began to move her pelvis, driving her clitoris against Georges’s pubic bone, enjoying the rough stimulation.
Laura sucked her middle finger, and then pulled aside the thin thread of Vivette’s thong, exposing her tight anus. She recalled what Georges had done, and first pressed the pad of her finger to the amber ring, feeling how tight the older woman was. Slowly the muscular ring relaxed slightly, and her fingertip slipped inside. She was amazed at the heat and tightness, the muscles clamping down on her exploring finger.