L'homme français, la partie dix

“Bonjour, mon amie. Ca va bien?” He softly inquired.

“I am… Well, I’m not sure how I am.” I could only speak the truth. I still hadn’t figured out where my head was.

“I don’t understand?” He was confused by my response. “Please come sit with me.”

I turned off my iPod and followed him to a small table. I wanted to talk to him. I needed to know why he left the chateau as he did.

“Are you and Jean-Pierre well?”

“Oh yes, we’re fine. Why do you ask that?”

“You have not called him recently, ma cherie.”

My eyes widened in surprised. I had no idea Jean-Pierre had been in contact with him since that night.

“You talked with him?” I couldn’t avoid hearing the shock in my own voice.

“Oui. I talk with him every day. He misses you.”

“I know. I don’t know.” I was struggling to keep myself together in his presence.

“He loves you. I know this.”

I looked into Marcel’s crystal blue eyes to see the truth of the statement before avoiding it.

“Why did you leave?” I quizzed.

“I didn’t want to ruin the experience of the night. I know how much he loves and adores you.”

“I wanted to see you when I woke up.”

“Non. It would not have been good for us. We are friends, oui, ma cherie?”

“Yes, we are friends but I would like to believe we care for each other too.”

“You are right but please know that Jean-Pierre is like a brother to me. I cannot hurt him by loving and hurting you.”

“I have to go. I need to finish my run.”

I stood up to leave but Marcel grabbed my arm. He pulled me close and hugged me tight. My eyes blinked back tears as he kissed me with all the love he had for me. I didn’t want to let go. Not of him, not of that kiss, not of my heart.

I turned and ran.

L'homme français, la partie neuf

We were back in Marseilles two days later. I went straight into work when we arrived. The system had picked up a security breach over the weekend. None of my staff knew how to resolve the issue so they had opted to shut the system down completely. I appreciated how the problem was going to keep me occupied for the next few days. I needed a break from my personal life.

Don’t believe anyone who says that threesomes are fun. Yes, granted they are fun while in the moment, the emotional havoc that is wreaked is often beyond comprehension. I didn’t know what I was feeling. I knew without a doubt that I wasn’t in love with Jean-Pierre. I wasn’t in love with Marcel either. The problem is I wanted more of Marcel. I wanted the unleashed passion he gave me. I had the strange feeling that he wasn’t the same way with anyone else.

Jean-Pierre’s phone calls came frequently. I didn’t answer or return them for a week. If I wasn’t working, I was sitting in my apartment with the lights off. I had to live with my thoughts alone. I couldn’t respond to anything personal but in my heart, I knew I would have to talk to Jean-Pierre. After months of being with him, I owed him much more than ignoring him. To pull myself out of this strange funk I was in, I threw on my shorts and got ready to go for a run.

I pounded the pavement hard and my head started to clear after 2 miles. I was so focused on my run that I didn’t notice the man standing in front of me. I ran smack into him! I quickly proffered an apology as I got up from the pavement. The man started to laugh. I looked up to see Marcel offering me his hand. I was shaken to see him. He helped me up and kissed my hand.

L'homme français, la partie huit

The bedroom was calling our names. I was shivering with excitement. This was beyond anything I had ever fantasized about. I could only think about having them both in so many ways. I wanted to explore their bodies as much as they wanted to explore mine. I laid back on the bed with one man on each side of me. My hand found Marcel’s cock and he groaned with pleasure when I wrapped my fingers around him.

“Mon Dieu! I am going to burst if you keep doing that!” gasped Marcel.

Jean-Pierre smiled wickedly at the amusement on my face.

“Do you want him to cum, mon coeur?”

I hesitated, not sure if I did or didn’t.

“Non. I want to feel him inside of me.” I replied.

“Ok, tell him what you want. I want to watch.”

“Huh?”

“I want to watch you give him pleasure. I want to see your face when he comes.”

Marcel didn’t waste any time removing my fingers from his shaft and climbing on top of me. He paused at my breasts before entering me. He was going to take his time ravishing me and I was an impatient woman at this point. I wanted him to fuck me and fuck me hard. I looked over at Jean-Pierre to find him slowly stroking his own cock and staring at me.

I arched my back and moaned loudly as Marcel plunged his hard cock into me. OH MY WORD! Soon it was going to be too much for me, as I started to shake upon his entry. Jean-Pierre attached his mouth to my breast and watching us became too much for him. Groaning with a seemingly painful sound, he erupted all over the bed. A few short thrusts later, my own orgasm came with shocking intensity but not to be outdone by Marcel’s.

Marcel collapsed on the bed next to me. I was exhausted. It didn’t take long for the three of us to fall asleep. I actually fell asleep in Marcel’s arms. I know, I know. It seems like Jean-Pierre was neglected in all of this. He really wasn’t. He had me prior to this ménage trois. It was an unplanned, unexpected night. It was a first for all three of us but one that I had fantasized about for months.

I woke up the next morning to find Marcel gone from the bed. Jean-Pierre was still asleep, snoring softly. I quietly got up to answer Mother Nature’s urgent call. The chateau was unusually still. I went into the room Marcel was using. The bed was made and his bag was gone. I looked out the window, not giving a thought to my current state of nakedness, and could not find Marcel’s coupe.

I was undeniably crushed at Marcel’s leaving. I didn’t harbor any romantic feelings for him but it would have been nice to have woken up to them both. His leaving changed things for me emotionally. I heard footsteps behind me but didn’t turn around. Jean-Pierre wrapped his arms around me and pulled his blanket over us both.

“Mon coeur, are you alright?” He quietly asked me.

“No, I’m not alright.” I said. My voice cracked and gave away the vestige of tears that were about to pour.

“He left early this morning. He asked me to tell you ‘thank you’ and that last night was wonderful.”

I couldn’t look at Jean-Pierre. I turned and buried my face in his chest before the flood of tears came.

L'homme français, la partie sept

My eyes flew open at his request. It was then that I realized why we fought so much. I was attracted to him and wanted to do a whole lot more than kiss him. I leaned forward to receive his lips on mine. His mouth was warm and soft, unlike Jean-Pierre’s cool taste. He pulled me closer as his tongue probed my mouth. I became lost in the kiss until I heard a chuckling behind me.

“I had a feeling that was the problem,” Jean-Pierre said.

I attempted separated myself from Marcel’s tight embrace, not sure how to respond. Marcel only held me tighter and closer to him. He looked at me before looking at Jean-Pierre and grinning, he responded on my behalf.

“She is beautiful, mon frère. Any man would be a fool to not want to kiss her.” He responded in French.

“Oui, which is why I am not surprised. But let’s end this silly fighting nonsense, shall we?” said Jean-Pierre.

I interjected, “You’re not mad to find us kissing?”

“Non, I find it rather sexy. It turns me on to see what you do to another man,” he said in husky whisper.

I was sort of shocked but I shouldn’t have been. The French are very open when it comes to sex. Marcel still hadn’t let go of me and pulled my face towards him for another kiss. His hands grabbed my ass. I could feel how hard he had become from kissing me. Jean-Pierre came up and whispered that perhaps we should return to the chateau for some privacy.

Marcel then let me go but held my hand as we followed Jean-Pierre to the car. He was going to have to let go in order to follow us in his car. Jean-Pierre told me to give him one more kiss before parting, and to make it memorable. I did only to turn and find Marcel’s lips against mine. I could feel the arousal in his kiss and the sense of urgency deepened as we sped along the road to the chateau.

We arrived just moments after Marcel. He opened the car door for me and they both held my hand as we walked into the chateau. With Jean-Pierre behind me, kissing my neck and back, my lips met Marcel’s. Such amazing kisses! I loved the way Jean-Pierre kissed me but this was something else. Marcel thumbed my nipple as Jean-Pierre slid his hand under my shirt to caress my other breast. I could feel myself getting very hot and wet between my thighs. The kissing was going to take me over the edge.

Both men released me and stepped back to remove their shirts. I was in awe of Marcel’s torso, with soft dark curls and tight washboard abs. I reached out to touch him but he teasingly stepped back as Jean-Pierre turned me around for a kiss. It was Marcel’s turn to touch my back and he reached both hands around to fondle both of my breasts. I could feel the pressure of his enormous tool throbbing against my buttocks. Marcel licked my ear and whispered what I assumed were naughty things in French as he unbuttoned my shirt to expose my breasts to Jean-Pierre. He held a breast out for Jean-Pierre to take into his mouth then began to remove the rest of my clothes. My pants were quickly shucked from my body and Marcel placed kisses on my round ass as he slid my underwear down.

Jean-Pierre’s hand cupped my mound of tight curls and a finger found my clit. I was already hyper stimulated by the passionate kisses from both men but touching my love button took me to another world. A scream of pleasure erupted from my throat only to be muffled by a continuous kiss. Marcel kissed my neck and shoulders while spreading my legs apart. He inserted his finger into me and withdrew it to taste my nectar. My legs were shaking. I never count my orgasms but I must have had quite a few in order for my legs to quiver like this! I could barely stand any longer!