Day Seven
Cherie Partridge wasn't the type of person to curse, but she was cursing today. She'd gone into the Le Petite Chou and Brandi must have hugged her twenty times for introducing her to Irina. Irina had thanked her in
her
own unique way. She was hoping to meet Thomas for lunch, but he had to meet with the "Turtledoves" for another event, then his French friends, the three LeClaire sisters, were taking him to lunch, an annual tradition. Brandi told him his "birds" from England had also missed him and were not too happy about it.
Cherie was starving, so Brandi insisted she sit down and have coffee and cake with her, another slice of the heavenly Pineapple Upside Down cake with the five rings. She also had a bite or two of a croissant laden with the Goose-liver pate, and wasn't hungry by the end of her meal -- just lonely and a bit horny and
more
than a bit upset with herself.
For, despite her own best judgment and Irina's advice, despite what her head had kept telling her to do, she had fallen deeply, madly, head-over-heels in love with Thomas Wickham.
It wasn't logical, but love wasn't logical. Cherie wasn't a logical person when it came to sharing her love anyway. In High School, she'd fallen for the "bad boy" and she knew he would break her heart -- and he did. In college, she had met Julienne Charles and fallen for her, knowing the married teacher would likely never return her affections. Although they had a fantastic, tempestuous affair, it ended badly when she found Julienne in the arms of another attractive black woman. She had offered to share, but Cherie ran off in tears. Now she had Irina, but Irina could be mercurial and wasn't her soulmate. She was sure Thomas was, but they weren't in the same place. She was almost in tears and then she remembered the Swans ...
She had left college and puttered around for a few months before a friend had told her about a job opportunity with a family known as the Swans. The Swans were a prominent local couple, both highly successful, who were looking for a Nanny for their 5 children, ranging in age from 14 to 2. Cherie told her friend she was interested and an interview was arranged. Cherie was hired on the spot and she found she loved the children. The kids and their parents were water-rats and swam every day, Cherie got a nice tan that summer from being by the pool with them every day. She found herself becoming one of the family and her heart was mending.
One night, while making her way to her room, she happened to pass by the bedroom door and saw Kristina Swan on her hands and knees, sucking her husband's cock. Terry Swan had the biggest cock Cherie had ever
seen
. She knew she shouldn't, but she was glued to the spot as she watched the 33-year old blonde sucking off her muscular husband.
Then Cherie got a huge shock. "Ohhh, Cherie!" Terry groaned. For a moment, Cherie was terrified she'd been discovered, then saw that his eyes were closed while his blonde wife was sucking him off. What was going on?
Kristina Swan pulled away from her husband's shaft and stood up, kissing him gently. "She really gets to you, doesn't she?" she said, rubbing her near-perfect form against Terry's.
"Cherie? Christ yeah, I mean babe, I love you, but that little bitch ... "
"Darling, it's cool. She gets to me too, you know that."
Cherie was rooted to the floor. The Swans were attracted to her. This was the first she'd ever heard of this. Wow.
Terry Swan was all muscle, from head to toe. Swimming every day, the ex-Hockey player turned sportscaster had salt & pepper hair and he was a sharp dresser. Even casual, his clothes reflected good taste and he had a rugged look that Cherie had to admit, she found very appealing.
Kristina Swan, once Kristina Jarvis, was 10 years her husband's junior. A former model, she was as beautiful as her husband was handsome. A natural blonde with a tanned & toned body, she had tits you would swear were a surgeon's handiwork -- but weren't. Her hair was shoulder length and she had dreamy, sexy brown eyes and a gorgeous tush and legs -- Cherie realized she had a little crush on the couple and had to stifle a giggle. She watched them go on with their sex, knowing she shouldn't, but she was horny and it had been a while since she'd been with anyone.
Kristina was wearing one of her husband's striped shirts, he slid that from her shoulders and bared her body, kissing her neck and behind her ears and massaging her perfect breasts. From the soft coos she was making, it was obvious to Cherie he knew his way around his wife's body. She had the loveliest smile on her face, Cherie loved it when Kristina smiled, it lit up a room. Her family and children were her life, but she was also very lusty and sexy at this moment, something Cherie hadn't seen previously.
He picked up the sexy blonde in his arms, kissed her and placed her on the large bed. Cherie had to crane her neck a bit to see what was going on, but it was worth the effort. Between his wife's long, tapered legs, Terry was sliding off her blue silk panties and then was ardently eating Kristina's pussy. Cherie wasn't surprised to see that the blonde had a Brazilian, they were people who prided themselves on good grooming. Christina's hands were digging into her husband's scalp as he licked and slurped her cunt, she was barely speaking above a whisper, but Cherie heard her loud and clear.
"Ohhh Cherie, you little slut, eat me, eat my pussy!" Kristina sighed.
All these years later, Cherie remembered every little nuance of that evening. It remained one of the happiest, sexiest memories of her life, only a few had matched it -- her earlier sexfests with Irina and Thomas came to mind.
Cherie's mind drifted back to that magical evening. Terry Swan was between his wife's legs, licking her pussy, but his hands were far from idle. They were moving all over her lean torso, fondling her breasts, stroking her sides, he seemingly knew what to do to please a woman. Cherie felt a pang of envy -- but didn't know if it was because she wanted to be doing those things to Kristina or she wanted Terry to pleasure her. Her reverie was broken by a cry from the youngest Swan child's room, when she came back, their door was closed and the opportunity gone.
Over the next few days, Cherie got more than one opportunity to watch the Swans at play. Their door was often left ajar or almost totally open and she would discreetly watch them making love or fuck, because they did both with equal passion. The couples was beautiful together, watching them have sex was like watching some erotic ballet. After the 3rd night, Cherie went to a local sex shop and bought herself a very nice vibe. The pretty Asian salesgirl flirted with her outrageously, but Cherie didn't give her much encouragement -- the objects of her desires were her employers, beautiful and sensual and without peer.
Every night, she would watch them couple, then when they seemed finished, she'd go back to her own room and use the vibe on herself until she exploded. Cherie wanted to be a part of their loving, just once and knew she had to or she'd simply die. Both of them wanted her -- so how was she going to make it happen?
They were all poolside a few days later, the Swans were practically nudists, so Kristina was laying out trying to get some rays. She teased Cherie a few times about sunning herself when everyone knew it wasn't good for you, but she laughed and said "I'll sacrifice a little piece of my health for a nice bronzing". Cherie was also getting some sun, although she had to be careful, given her complexion.
"I need a bit more Sunblock -- Cherie, would you be a dear and ...?" The sexy nanny nodded and squirted Sunblock on to her hands and began rubbing it all over Kristina's perfect body. She was finally touching that body and it was even softer and silkier to the touch than she had ever dreamed. Her buttocks and skin were unmarred, no blemishes, just perfection. Kristina turned over and smiled, no hint of mischief in her dark brown eyes as Cherie began rubbing Sunblock on her front. She started at Kristina's feet and worked up her thighs, wanting to be bold and daring, but not daring to risk it with Terry and the kids nearby. She slid Kristina's barely-there bikini down a bit to get a bit on her hips, but not off. Her hands traveled up the smooth, flat plane of the blonde's stomach and was nearing her tits, those yummy, lickable, round, perfect, bouncy tits ...
no Cherie, control yourself
