Memoirs of a Swinger Ep. 20

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This is the twentieth episode of my unreliable memoirs and the second part of a tale. Each episode can be read individually but it helps a bit with names to have read the previous ones, particularly episode nineteen in this case.

I hope you have enjoyed it so far.

M4bloke

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In the morning Sophie and Pierre were still fast asleep in the adjacent hotel room, exhausted from the previous week’s shift. Not wanting to wake them we organised a late checkout for their room and left them a note. On the way back to Carole and Fabien’s house we stopped at a café for breakfast, Lesley, in the dress she’d worn last night and me, in a smart shirt and trousers. We looked like a right pair of dirty stop outs.

We got back to Carole and Fabien’s and they were also still in bed, but for what was probably a different reason to Sophie and Pierre. Donald and Mickey barked at the front door when we arrived but once they heard our voices they went into welcome mode.

“We didn’t expect to see you back so soon,” Carole said hugging us after she and Fabien had got up.

Lesley explained the previous night’s disappointing outcome in the sort of detail that is only necessary when girls discuss things like this.

“Poor Sophie,” said Carole after Lesley had told them about the flat Sophie and Pierre lived in. “I didn’t know where they lived, but I know that’s not a great area.”

Fabien agreed.

“You know the state employs a lot of people in France,” Carole explained, “It doesn’t pay them well but they get good holidays and a decent pension when they retire. If Sophie and Pierre are trying to save up for a house then it’s probably why they can’t afford to pay much rent.”

Donald looked up at us wagging his tail.

“I’m afraid we may have neglected Donald and Mickey this morning?” said Carole smiling at Fabien.

“Do they like swimming?” I asked.

“They love it.”

“Could we borrow the Land Rover to take them out?”

“Of course you can.”

“In that case we’ll just go and change out of these clothes then we’ll let you two lovebirds get back to your nest.”

In Lesley’s hands the Land Rover made light work of the dirt track leading up to the reservoir in the hills and when we reached its dam we parked up and found a path that followed the contour. The path was probably popular with walkers at weekends but we had the place all to ourselves that day. The dogs mooched along with us until we found a little cove at the far side of the reservoir. When they saw the water they went wild, splashing about in the shallows like puppies. At Carole’s suggestion Lesley had brought a couple of tennis balls with her and we threw them in the lake so that the two dogs could swim after them. To be honest I’m not sure who was enjoying things the most, Lesley or the dogs.

After half an hour we carried on walking and the dogs walked with us but more sedately now.

“Are you disappointed about last night?” Lesley asked.

“Yes, I guess I am,” I said, “but I’m not complaining. We probably wouldn’t be here now if it had gone well.”

“This is nice, isn’t it? It’s like we’re a real couple.”

“We are a real couple.”

“You know what I mean,” she said.

“I do,” I conceded. “But less than six months to go now.”

“I can’t wait.”

“You know, I was thinking,” I told Lesley. “If we bought a place here we could let Sophie and Pierre live in it. Then we’d know it was being looked after.”

“Do you think they’d want to?”

“Did you see where they were living?”

“It was awful wasn’t it?”

We walked back to the Land Rover, stopping to throw the balls in the lake for the dogs again then Lesley piloted the car back down the track. We hadn’t had anything to eat since we’d stopped at the café that morning so we found a bar that was open in one of the larger villages and the owner made us a toasted sandwich to go with our beer. At first he wasn’t keen about having Donald and Mickey in the bar but he relented when he saw they were friendly and even brought out some dog biscuits and a bowl of water for them.

It was dark when we got back and the dogs rushed into the house to see what they had missed. I heard a woof as they encountered something unexpected then Carole and Fabien appeared with Sophie and Pierre behind them.

“They look like they had a good time,” Carole said nodding towards the dogs.

“So did we,” Lesley added. “It was nice to get some fresh air.”

“I’ve invited Sophie and Pierre over for a few days. I hope you don’t mind,” Carole added.

“Of course we don’t mind, thank you,” Lesley responded hugging each of them.

When Sophie finished hugging Lesley, she hugged me. She didn’t look me in the eye but squeezed me tightly and kissed my neck.

“I’m sorry about last night,” she whispered.

“Don’t be,” I told her.

The dogs were hungry and looking for their food.

“We need to feed these two,” Lesley suggested. “You should have seen them in the water, they were like puppies, but they were ever so ataşehir escort good when we took them in the bar.”

“You took them into a bar?” Fabien asked incredulously.

“Yes,” said Lesley uncertain of what the problem was.

“In France only old people take their dogs into bars and usually they’re poodles or little ratty terriers. Nobody takes two fully grown guard dogs into a bar.”

“Well we weren’t going to leave them in the car, poor things,” Lesley replied without the tiniest acknowledgement that our actions may have appeared unusual. “But now that you mention it the owner did look at us a bit oddly at first.”

“Probably until he realised you were English,” Fabien laughed. “Only the English take their dogs into a bar.”

“Well we had a good time,” Lesley said addressing the dogs. “The owner even gave you some biscuits, didn’t he?”

The two dogs stared up at Lesley, probably wondering what they had to do to get fed, but Carole came to their rescue and filled their bowls with food. Once Donald and Mickey had eaten they took themselves to their beds and promptly fell asleep, probably to dream about the day’s adventures.

The six of us sat in the lounge and thoughts turned to what we were going to eat tonight.

“Why don’t we just get some pizzas?” Fabien suggested.

“If you let me know what you want I don’t mind getting them,” I offered.

After much debate I got a list of the pizzas everyone wanted and directions to where I needed to go. As I got my jacket Sophie suggested that she should go with me, in case I had problems with communicating or finding the place. I glanced at Lesley and she smiled so I accepted Sophie’s offer.

It was getting cold as we set off and I had the heater turned up in the hire car to try and take the chill out of the air. Sophie was quiet to begin with and she seemed a bit on edge.

“How are you feeling,” I asked her.

“Like an idiot,” she replied.

“I actually meant how are you feeling after a good night’s sleep?”

“Oh, much better, thank you.”

“Good.”

“I’m really sorry about last night, Steven.”

“It wasn’t your fault you had to work.”

“No, but it’s been three months since we last saw each other and, well… I’d been looking forward to it.”

“Me too.”

“Really?”

“I’ve spent a lot of time on my own at University these last few months. Sometimes it’s nice to let your mind wander,” I said.

“I know what you mean.”

We found the pizza place and parked up in the town square. It was the same town that Carole and Fabien had been married in. With Sophie’s help I gave them our orders and they told us to come back in twenty minutes. It was a takeaway place rather than a restaurant so we went and had a quick drink in the town’s bar while we waited. Sophie had a Bacardi and Coke and I had a beer. We sat at a table and she leaned into me so I put my arm around her. Sophie rested her hand on my leg and squeezed it.

“I wasn’t sure we’d see you again,” she said.

“We told you we’d be back at Christmas.”

“Yes, but I didn’t know if you’d want to see us.”

“Whatever made you think that?”

“Well we’re not quite in the same league as most of your friends, are we?”

“But Lesley kept in touch, didn’t she?”

“Yes, she did, but you didn’t.”

“I’m sorry. Things will be easier once I’ve finished university.”

There was a vulnerability to Sophie that I’d not seen before and it surprised me a bit.

“You’ve been in another fight haven’t you?” she said.

“Yes, but you should ask Lesley to tell you about it because she tells it better.”

We finished up our drinks and went to collect the pizzas. As we were walking between the bar and the takeaway, Sophie stopped and turned to kiss me. We kissed passionately and when we finished she gave me a big hug.

“It’s really good to see you,” she said.

When we got back to the house everyone tucked into the pizzas, washing them down with wine. There was more pizza than our stomachs could cope with but Donald and Mickey were on hand to help us out.

Lesley brought Sophie and Pierre up to date with our lives, the wedding, her move to London and of course, our trip to Germany. She also told them about our house search. When she’d finished, Carole and Fabien announced they were off to bed.

“You only just got up,” Lesley joked.

“Yes I know,” Carole replied giggling. “Scandalous isn’t it?”

“See you in the morning then, lovebirds.”

“Oh, when the dogs are ready tomorrow I’d like the three of us to go out for a run,” she said looking at Lesley and me. “I want your opinion on something.”

“Sure.”

“And one last thing, what do you all want to do tomorrow night for New Year’s Eve? I was going to suggest the club but why don’t we stay here. We could invite Claude and Emma over too, then get dressed up and have a meal, like we did in the summer. It’s a shame Kate’s not here.”

“That would be nice,” said Lesley and everyone agreed.

“That’s settled then, goodnight kadıköy escort all!”

Carole and Fabien left for bed like two newlyweds then Sophie got up.

“Would you mind if I took Steven upstairs?” Sophie asked Lesley.

“Of course not. He’s been looking forward to it for months,” said Lesley. “As have I,” she said smiling at Pierre.

The four of us got up and made our way up the stairs, with Donald and Mickey padding behind us.

“If you leave your door open they can decide where they want to go,” Lesley instructed.

I gave Lesley a kiss.

“Goodnight Mrs Carter,” I said to her.

“Goodnight Mr Carter. Don’t forget me in the morning when you go for your run.”

“I won’t”

Lesley and Pierre disappeared into our bedroom and Sophie and I went into hers. We weren’t in the room ten seconds before Sophie was all over me. She’d stripped me naked before I had much of a chance to take any of her clothes off then she got down on her knees and started to suck me off.

Not wanting to appear ungrateful I let her work my cock for a minute or so then lifted he back up.

“Slow down, there’s no rush,” I told her.

“But I want to make up for last night,” she said.

“You’ve got nothing to make up for, now take your clothes off and come to bed with me.”

Sophie removed her top and unhooked her bra before shuffling out of her jeans and panties. I took her in my arms and we kissed, my erection lay flat against her belly as she pressed herself onto me.

“Is that better?” she asked, smiling.

“Much better.”

I led Sophie to the bed and we lay down together. She let me kiss her on the neck for a while but I couldn’t help working my way down to her breasts.

“I’d forgotten how much you liked them,” she whispered as I massaged the soft flesh and gently chewed on her nipples.

I could have played with Sophie’s breasts for much longer but I carried on my journey down her body using my tongue to trace a line to her tummy. It made her ticklish and she squirmed as I licked her navel so I carried on and made my way down to her clitoris. Sophie opened her legs for me and I repositioned myself, sinking my head between her thighs.

She was already pretty aroused and it didn’t take long before I could tease the firm nub of her clit with my tongue. Sophie held my head with one hand and ran her fingers through my hair as I worked on her but it wasn’t long before she lay back and gave in to her own pleasure. I could tell when she was approaching her orgasm because her hips started to rise and fall with the rhythm of my tongue, as if she was trying to fuck my face. The intensity of her thrusts increased until she stiffened and let out a moan. I pressed my tongue hard into her clit and held it there until Sophie relaxed.

“I need you inside me Steven,” she told me.

I moved myself up her body and she reached down with one hand to position my cock at the entrance to her vagina. After she’d rubbed its head along her labia a couple of times I pushed into her and she let go of me. Her pussy was already very slippery and I entered her slowly, resting my weight on her when I was all the way in. Sophie grabbed my head and kissed me passionately.

“I’ve been waiting a long time for this,” she whispered. “I don’t need a marathon I just need you to cum inside me.”

I didn’t think I was going to have any problem at all satisfying her request but I wanted to make sure that she at least she orgasmed again. So as we kissed and I took very slow but deliberate strokes, making sure I pushed as far as I could into her each time. Sophie was very responsive and she raised her hips to meet each thrust while her hands explored my body. All the time she kept her lips firmly planted on mine.

After about ten minutes of lovemaking Sophie began urging me to cum inside her. I decided to pick up the pace and lifted myself up off my elbows and on to my wrists to get more leverage then I began to pound myself into her. She grabbed my shoulders to steady herself and continued to meet my thrusts as we fucked.

Nowadays you’ll hear people say that they ‘banged’ someone. Personally, I’d probably use the word ‘fucked’ instead but ‘banged’ very accurately described what I ended up doing to Sophie. Using the increased leverage from being on my wrists I used the full stroke of my cock, lifting myself almost out of her then banging back in as hard as I could. Sophie’s breasts jiggled underneath me as our hips clashed rhythmically together until eventually she came. When my own climax was close I increased my pace and let my balls slap against her and this ensured that I was emptying myself into her very soon after.

I lowered myself onto Sophie and she immediately wrapped her legs around me, holding me in position. Only when I’d gone soft in her did she loosen her grip, and I rolled off and lay by her side. Sophie took my hand and guided it back to her pussy so that I could finger her. The slippery mixture of my cum and her juices meant that three fingers slipped in with ease.

“Thank bostancı escort bayan you,” she said, “I’d been looking forward to that.”

“Me too,” I replied.

“That’s why I was so upset about last night. I didn’t really want you to see our apartment and when you did it was all for nothing.”

“Hey, you’re talking to a guy who has lived in one room for the last three years.”

“It’s true, but now you’re the same guy who drives a Porsche and lives with his wife in the smartest part of London at the weekend, aren’t you? You’re also the same guy who is about to buy a house in London and another one in France and all at the age of twenty one.”

“I can see that I have no secrets from you.”

“On the contrary Steven, I think you have plenty of secrets, but Lesley tells me everything I need to know.”

“I see.”

“You know she calls me one of your girlfriends,” Sophie said, clearly fishing for some affirmation of this.

“Is that a problem?”

“No, I like it.”

“What about Pierre, does he mind.”

“Pierre has a girlfriend of his own,” Sophie replied with something less than joy in her voice.

“Oh yes?”

“Emma.”

I wanted to say “Lucky guy!” but managed another “Oh yes,” instead. From what I recalled of my only encounter with Emma she was not only beautiful but also had a rare talent for making men feel good about themselves. I could see how Sophie might be less than enthusiastic about her, especially since her husband Claude, the fighter pilot, was away such a lot. I remembered back to Carole’s wedding when I’d first met Emma, she’d been with Pierre then.

“Emma and Pierre grew up together here in Aix,” Sophie explained. “Pierre was good friends with her older brother and as a teenager Emma had a crush on him. If Pierre hadn’t moved to Paris who knows what might have happened. When he returned we were a couple and she was married to Claude. Then one night we met at the swinging club.”

“Are you jealous?”

“A little bit,” she said. “I know Pierre loves me and I know that Emma loves Claude but you’ve seen the effect that Emma has on guys.”

I could sense the vulnerability in Sophie’s voice again.

“I don’t think you have anything to worry about,” I said.

“I know.”

“And how about you. How many boyfriends do you have?”

“None,” she said curling her bottom lip.

“Apart from me that is.”

“Do you want to be my boyfriend?”

“I do.”

“Then that’s settled,” Sophie said, wrapping herself around me.

******************

On the morning of New Year’s Eve, Lesley, Carole and I assembled in our running gear in the kitchen with the dogs. Carole led the way at a relaxed pace on a route that took us toward the old winery, except that when we reached it we carried on past. Instead, we stopped at a house further along the lane. It had a low wall at the front with a hedge behind that gave it some privacy. Carole opened the gate to the property and we walked in.

“This is the holiday cottage I mentioned before,” she said. “It only really gets used in the summer.”

The cottage was more of a house really. It was the sort of place that was quite old in places but had been extended at various points in its life. It was built of stone and had quite a large untended garden/orchard to the rear. The whole place looked a bit unloved but it had character. Carole located they key to the house under a flower pot and opened the front door.

Inside it smelled musty and the dogs padded into the hallway then went off to investigate.

“It’s got three decent bedrooms and a little box bedroom, a nice kitchen and a big lounge,” she said. “There’s an oil burning heating system but there’s only one bathroom. You could live in it today. Everything is fine it just needs a bit of updating really.”

“What are you going to do with it?” I asked.

“That depends,”

“On what?”

“On whether you’d like to buy it?”

Carole could see she’d caught us off balance.

“We’ll sell it to you for the same price as the other house you were looking at. How about that?”

“We’ll take it” said Lesley hugging Carole.

“This is worth more than the house we were looking at and you’ve done enough for us already Carole.” I said. “We’d love to buy the house but at least let us pay whatever its market value is.”

“I can respect that,” Carole replied. “With what you’ll save in agents’ fees I don’t think this place will be much more expensive anyway. So, do we have a deal?”

“There is one thing,” I said. “We were thinking of offering Sophie and Pierre a room in whatever house we buy. That way they don’t have to live in their current hell hole while they’re saving to buy their own place.”

“I think that’s very considerate. Nobody is using the house so they can move in whenever they want.”

I gave Carole a hug and a kiss and she held me tightly.

“I know your lives are in London but Fabien and I want to keep you both close to us.”

Lesley got in on the hug and the three of us had a moment.

By the time we got back to Carole’s everyone else was up and in the kitchen. Lesley made a beeline for Fabien and hugged him.

“Thank you,” she said.

“Don’t thank me,” Fabien replied. “All I did was marry Carole, but I take it you said yes?”

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