Chapter Thirty-Four

Nathalie was coming back from her morning swim when she ran into Anna, pacing outside her house.

‘I just had to get away from her, it’s a living nightmare.’

‘I’ll make some coffee,’ Nathalie suggested, unlocking the door.

‘Everything I say or do is wrong,’ Anna continued, following her inside. ‘She’s driving poor Richard up the wall. And we can’t even make love, because she’s such a light sleeper.’

Nathalie giggled, dumping her beach bag on the floor. ‘She won’t be here for ever.’

Anna grasped her lover and kissed her with an intensity that took both women by surprise. ‘Please. I don’t want coffee. I need you. I miss you so much. I can’t speak to that woman, I can’t tell her how I feel, or what a bitch she’s being. I’m like a volcano that’s about to erupt. Please, just make me come.’

They stumbled into Nathalie’s sitting room, a groundswell of kisses and longing and desire. Nathalie sank to her knees and raised Anna’s skirt up to her waist, before pulling aside her knickers and burying her tongue in Anna’s pussy. She licked her with strong, darting movements, and Anna sank back on the sofa, opening her legs wide while caressing her lover’s head in her hands.

‘God I’ve needed this. Yes, just like that, that’s right - ‘

There was a sound, the click of the door, and then Richard’s voice: ‘Anna? Are you in here, only I thought I saw you - w hat in God’s name is going on in here?’

Nathalie pulled away, and turned to face him. It was Anna who tried to explain.

‘Richard I’m sorry. Nathalie and I - ‘

‘You’re lesbians?’

‘No, I don’t think so, I don’t know what we are. We’ve just been - oh, God, Richard, I need it right now, I need it so much, what with that dragon in our home.’

Richard’s eyes were fixated on his wife’s pussy. ‘You two have been having lesbian sex?’

Nathalie said, ‘It just happened. We never meant any harm.’

‘I need an orgasm,’ Anna said.

‘Isn’t that up to me to deliver?’

‘Please do. Come on, don’t be cross. Nathalie’s opened me up, sexually. I’m ready for anything. To tell you the truth, I think I’ve always wanted you to find us. I’ve been persuading Nathalie to have a threesome for ages.’

‘A threesome?’ Richard was incredulous. ‘With me?’

‘Would you rather it was someone else?’ Anna smiled. ‘Nathalie was reluctant because we’ve all got to live together, as neighbours. But the chances are we won’t for much longer, will we? We’ll be in Singapore, so it doesn’t matter.’ She pulled her knickers aside even further, showing him her pussy. ‘Nothing really matters. Come on, Richard, let’s have sex, the three of us. Let’s just do it, knowing the old battle-axe is next door reading her football pages.’

‘I don’t know what to say, what to think.’

A decisive Nathalie pulled off her dress, and sat naked at Anna’s feet. ‘Watch, then,’ she said, as she leant forward and started to eat Anna’s pussy again. Richard gasped at the sight.

‘Richard, where’s your cock?’ Anna asked, reaching out for him. He stepped hesitantly towards her. ‘Let me see it. You must be hard by now.’ She unzipped his fly and his stiff cock bounded out, evidently more enthusiastic than he was. ‘Nathalie. I want you to suck him,’ Anna commanded.

Nathalie pulled away from Anna’s pussy, looking first at Anna, then at her husband, before leaning forward and taking Richard’s cock in her mouth.

He gasped. ‘I can’t believe this is happening. Am I dreaming?’

Anna watched in fascination as Nathalie sucked her husband’s cock. Suddenly it seemed bigger, stronger and infinitely more desirable, and she felt a pang of lust for Richard, mixed in with jealousy that another woman was so clearly enjoying his cock.

‘Feel how wet my cunt is,’ Anna said, pulling his hand up to feel her pussy. ‘Is that a dream?’ Then she pulled off her knickers and removed the rest of her clothing. Richard fondled her breasts, while Nathalie’s hands joined his.

‘Eat Nathalie’s pussy,’ Anna instructed, wanting more. ‘Seriously. I want to watch.’

Nathalie swung round so that she was lying on the floor, her legs apart. Obediently, Richard sank between them, and started to lick her, awkwardly at first, but with Anna’s encouragement he grew bolder, raising Nathalie’s buttocks off the ground and opening her legs wider, licking and sucking at her clit while his wife watched on. When Nathalie groaned in pleasure Anna felt another exquisite stab of jealousy. He was pleasing another woman, and getting pleasure out of it himself. She was beginning to want him now, beginning to lust after her own husband.

‘That’s enough. Lick me now.’

He turned and started to devour his wife, his face already smeared with Nathalie’s juices. His skin felt scratchy compared to Nathalie’s, his tongue slightly less certain, but that didn’t matter. Anna needed his attention, she needed to know he was still hers.

‘Nathalie, get down on all fours. I want to see your pussy from behind, and your arse. That’s it.’ She stared at her lover’s open cunt and arse-hole while her husband massaged her clit with his tongue. She longed to eat her lover from behind, to flick her tongue across her anus, to show Richard how practised she’d become, but she needed more from Richard.

‘Now Richard, stop that and look at Nathalie,’ she commanded, relishing her status as leader. ‘Go on, look at her wet cunt and her arse-hole.’ Just saying the words felt thrilling, like a child learning to swear. ‘I want you to fuck Nathalie. Slide your cock between her buttocks and inside her cunt. Go on.’

She felt powerful, suddenly, and in control. All the pent-up emotion that had developed over the days spent with her mother was now unleashing itself, like forces Anna didn’t know she had, and she watched as her husband slid his cock down Nathalie’s crack, and then as it slipped easily into her cunt. ‘Do it long and slow,’ she whispered, watching in fascination as he did so. She studied the veins on his throbbing cock, and how wet it was becoming from Nathalie’s juices. After a few more thrusts she instructed, ‘Now pull it out and let me suck you.’ She sucked her husband, knowing his cock tasted of Nathalie’s cunt, and for the first in a long time she truly loved how he felt in her mouth.

Nathalie now turned and started to lick Anna’s pussy again, as Anna sucked her husband. Then she wanted more. ‘Let’s lie together, you and me,’ she instructed Nathalie, and they lay on the floor together, kissing and caressing each other’s breasts. Anna broke away. This was the test. ‘Who do you want to fuck, Richard? Choose between us.’

Ever tactful, Richard positioned himself above his wife and slid his cock inside her, while Anna and Nathalie kissed. He then joined in their kisses, and they were three tongues, gliding and pleasuring each other, sharing tastes and sensations and moistness. For Anna, the knowledge that her mother was just the other side of the far wall made this experience all the more satisfying. What was she doing now, checking her nails were the right shade of pastel pink, while her daughter and son-in-law were engaged in hedonistic, orgiastic abandon? She thrust against her husband’s cock, without need of fantasies, turned on more than she’d ever been in her life.

‘Now fuck Nathalie,’ she instructed, and her husband pulled his cock out of her and slipped it inside Nathalie. Anna watched as he grew increasingly excited; she relished the look of pleasure on his face, and on hearing Nathalie’s quiet groans, felt a well of jealousy growing inside her. She pulled away to watch them both kissing, trembling with a mix of threat and excitement, masochism and control, her pussy throbbing hard. This was an image she’d keep for ever; it was the image she’d call upon whenever she felt complacency or boredom setting in. Richard’s fucking of Nathalie would save their marriage.

‘I’m going to come,’ Richard cried, pulling his cock out as his cum shot out over both women. Anna dipped her fingers in it and stroked her lover’s pussy with the lubricant, smearing it within her folds and dipping it inside her cunt, before lifting herself up and onto Nathalie in soixante-neuf, and both women buried their faces in each other’s cunts again, and a shattered Richard could only watch in awe as they both came, violently, echoing each other’s cries of pleasure.

As they all lay there, in a crumpled heap of bodies and limbs, Richard looked around, still panting heavily. ‘I hope we haven’t made a mess of your carpet,’ he said.

Nathalie roared with laughter. ‘I hope I haven’t destroyed your marriage’.

‘Far from it,’ Anna reassured her. ‘I feel like a teenager, rebelling against a repressive parent,’ she admitted, climbing to her feet. ‘And God I needed that! Thank you, both. I’ll have a quick wash upstairs, if I may?’ She bundled her clothes up and disappeared.

Alone, naked, Richard and Nathalie sat in silence. Richard reached inside a trouser pocket for a tissue and dabbed in on his cock, leaving it there in exhaustion, so that it looked like a bandaged patient.

‘I’m sorry about the deception,’ Nathalie started. ‘It’s just been a long, hot summer, and we just - ‘

‘You don’t have to explain. I haven’t been up to much in the sack for a while now. She’s probably told you.’ He marvelled at her ability to sit there, tanned and naked, so confident and unashamed of her body.

‘What happened, Richard? Just before you married. Your stag do, was it?’

‘I don’t want to talk about it. It’s in the past, and I’ve moved on.’

‘Have you? Have you really?’

‘Yes.’ The magic they’d all just shared was leaving, she could see it in his eyes. He started pulling on his clothing, embarrassed. He got one trouser leg caught up and had to steady himself on her sofa.

‘If ever you want to talk about it - ‘

‘I don’t. Like I said it’s in the past.’ On came the shirt, his collar ruffled, and he buttoned it up quickly, keen to leave.

When Anna came down the stairs, he went to join her. ‘Thanks, Nathalie, for indulging us,’ she said, kissing her lover on the lips. ‘I will think of that every time more poison oozes out of my mother.’ She turned to her husband, giving him a playful kiss. ‘And as for you, my stud, we’d better get back to her. Pretend we were helping Nathalie with a blocked pipe or something.’

They waved goodbye and shut the door behind them, and Nathalie was alone, wondering in amazement at how strangely the summer was progressing, and at how much stranger it could possibly get.