This is my first submission, the Gite is real, the English characters are based on real people. The English village which will link this series is real. The events are fictitious.
They do use condoms. Like brushing teeth, they don't talk about it!
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THE VILLAGE 01 - THE GITE IN SOUTHERN FRANCE
FRIDAY
We are such a normal group of people, if you saw us in the pub, supermarket or hotel, you would not look at us twice. That's the point really. The two ladies, Beth and Denise were about forty, slimmer than they once were, since they had gone for diets and workouts. The breasts remained full. They were the ones who felt that diets didn't quite hit the right places. The men felt that some places were best left alone, except by them, of course. Men were about the same age, slightly older than the females.
We were in France on holiday, staying in a gite. These are usually farm buildings, or similar, converted in a rustic style. Very quaint and often on a farm, or in the countryside. This was our fifth time in a gite, we had two children each, who enjoyed them, and we all enjoyed the freedom of the places, the rural areas and the many small towns and villages. Our sons Stuart and Tom have stayed with us a few days, then gone on to a language school in Barcelona. The two daughters had not come with us this time.
This gite was a little different, in that it was in a row of buildings on the edge of a small town, not on a main road really, although the road did lead out of town, and opposite a restaurant - bar, the road was quite wide, so being near a restaurant was not an issue. The gite had an open plan downstairs room, with a large sitting - dining room, with an open fire, double doors to a shady courtyard at the rear. A short hall led to stairs to the upper floors. Large doors led from the hall to the sitting room. I suppose it could be gloomy in winter, but in the south of France in summer, the shade was a relief. Alongside the gite was a garage, which earlier seemed to have been a stable, the place had been an inn, dating from the 16th century. There was a passage on the far side of the garage, giving a second access to the courtyard.
On the first floor, were three large double bedrooms, and a large bathroom and shower room, on the top floor were two more large bedrooms and a shower room.
It was the last night of the men's stay. We had two weeks, the female side deciding to stay another week. We were flying back on the Thursday, back home for Friday; work on Monday. We are two couples who have been friends for over ten years, but apart from a few hints and allusions, no sexual play between us. We were sat having dinner in the house, finishing off some of the food and wine, when I (Andrew) asked my wife Beth if she was looking forward to a week of freedom, Denise my friend Colin's wife, joined in saying they were going to the beach and the local bar / restaurant and would surely be in luck. Then she poured scorn on the men's chances at finding someone female near home.
To my surprise, I detected some enthusiasm between the girls for looking out for some companionship. I tested the water, "So it's OK for us to look around, if we let you two find someone", I said.
Laughter followed from them, a little wine talking. My wife then took the lead and said that she had the right to flirt with a Frenchman after I had been flirting with Rachel at the last party at our house. Rachel is the rather attractive wife of a neighbour of ours whose husband lives a life of business, travel and golf. I denied flirting, just a discussion between friends. Then fixing me with a steely look, she said that she had seen us on a seat at the bottom of our garden with our heads together... "Shit!" I thought. "We were looking at bumble bees, a threatened species." I said. This provoked hilarity among the other three. Questions being asked about the size of stings, and whether she had any honey for me. Colin also caught it at this point with Denise asking him when he was next playing golf with Pat...
Apparently, this person has a "reputation". Colin denied any knowledge of reputations good or bad. The girls had us both trapped now. Then dug the knife deeper. "So why are you going back early, when you could have stayed with us?" asked Denise.
"Work," we both said. This brought shaking of heads from Beth and Denise.
"Well," said Denise, "this gives us the right to find two Frenchmen."
"Yes," said my wife, shaking her head at our naivety.
The conversation moved on, with a little relief from each of us, that perhaps we had come too far. We finished the wine and went to bed. In bed, I cuddled Beth, lying alongside each other. I began stroking her back and bum. She put her finger on the tip of my chin. "Are you going to get in touch with Rachel, when you get home?" she asked. I stiffened, not knowing what my response should be.
"Why, should I?" I replied.
"Yes", she said, "her husband will be away with golf or something and I know she feels neglected. She's thinking of leaving him, but keep it to yourself." She said.
"How do you know?"
She told me that they had been talking in the pub, just before we came away. "She's got the hots for you, you know..."
"What!" I said. "How do you know that?"
"Well, I asked what her plans were, should she leave, and she said that she would like to find someone else, a little more reliable and homely. She said someone just like you..."
"Oh! So, I am sensible, domesticated and boring?"
"Well we had a few glasses of wine, and she said that if I ever wanted to let you go, she would give you a try out. I said I might rent you to her for a weekend." I replied that a weekend with Rachel would probably finish me off! Changing the subject, I asked her what she was going to do to this Frenchman she was going to find with Denise. "Oh!" She said, "Bring them back here and make mad passionate love to them."
Nuzzling her neck, I said "What will his name be?"
She thought for a moment "Jean." she said.
"Well how about you calling me Jean, and I will call you Rachel?"
She looked at me "We have never done, that have we? Pretended to make love to others?"
"No, Rachel," I said, running my free hand to her breast and rubbing her nipple.
Joining in she said, "Oh Jean, that feels so nice, so different to the way my husband does it."
She dropped her hand to my cock and stroked it. "Rachel that is so wonderful." I said, I ran my hand down between her legs. "Open your legs for me Rachel," I said.
She did saying "Jean, please rouse me. Ah! You are so large!"
We fondled each other for a while. With gentle cries of "Rachel", "Jean", "keep going", "just there", "oh!"
I rolled her onto her back, she spread her legs and said, "Oh Jean!"
I moved over her and said "Rachel, please guide me in." her hand reached down and held me as I pushed forward.
"Oh Jean, please come in slowly, you are so large," She said, and she rose her hips towards me.
I pushed slowly in, saying "Rachel, I want to take you slowly and enjoy every minute."
I pushed in and out slowly. She was crying "Jean, oh Jean! Faster! Faster!"
"Rachel, Rachel!" I was saying.
We exploded together. I lay a moment, then rolled off her and reached for tissues to clean up. I gave her one, "Thank you Jean", she said. We laughed together and went to sleep.
