The events described in this chapter represent a turning point in our marriage as we fully embraced having sex with other partners and fulfilled my desire to watch my wife enjoy sex with another man, in this case a viral younger lover.
Celine
From Barcelona it was four hours by train to Narbonne. After picking up our rental car we had lunch and the walked in the area around the cathedral square and view the remains of a road built by the Romans. From Narbonne we drove to Beziers, a city best know for the slaughter of thousands in 1209 in support of a papal crusade to wipe out the Catharism heresy in Languedoc. From Beziers we made our way to the small wine village and our rental house. We were greeted by an attractive young woman, Celine, who let us into the house and explained its features. Celine was young, petite, with long dark hair, dark eyes, and a slim but shapely body. She explained her parents owned the house we were renting and lived just across the narrow street; they were away for the month. We introduced ourselves. I speak passable French, Rene much better. Celine spoke excellent English. She told us she had spent a year in California as exchange student and now at 24 was a graduate student at the university in Montpellier. She is finishing her master's degree in ecology, for which the University is well known, and she hopes to go on for a doctorate.
Celine showed us around our rental house, beginning with the entry and a workshop and storage area on the lower level, then up to a kitchen, eating area, and small bedroom, then up again to a large living area opening onto the roof terrace with views out over the vineyards. She described the small village, pointing out there are no stores, only a coffee bar and patisserie open a few hours in the morning. As Celine turned to leave she explained there is no place to eat out within walking distance but if we liked she would make a reservation for us that night at a restaurant serving local dishes in an old chateau only a few miles away. We agreed-- a relief not to have to make arrangements ourselves that first night. We unpacked, took a walk around the village, then a nap, and followed Celine's directions to the restaurant in the chateau.
We enjoyed a leisurely traditional French dinner, a good local wine, cheeses recommended by the owner, coq au vin, salad and, to finish, mousse au chocolate. Rene was very taken with the handsome young waiter, Marcel, who introduced himself and answered Rene's several questions about the menu. Like Celine, his English was excellent. I watched Rene as he answered; she leaned toward him and twisted slightly to look up at his face. I knew this made clear to him she had nothing on under her loose fitting blouse. I understood her intent was to let him see the slope of her breasts, perhaps even her pink nipples and I was happy to watch her be so obvious in attracting his attention When the waiter left she spoke to me, first in French and then English. " He is very handsome, Henry. We agreed that on this vacation we would share our sexual feelings. I promised you I will always tell you when I notice someone I find attractive, even more than attractive, desirable. I feel that right now. Do you like me telling you that? If I would l give myself to him, would you watch?"
"If you wanted me to, Rene. I would not want to spoil it for you. But yes, I would watch. Nothing would please me more."
"Would he be good for me do you think, Henry. Already I feel he is interested."
"I see the quick desire between the two of you, Rene. Perhaps we can return another night and invite him to come to our house when he is not working. Is this the kind of experience we are ready for, what you are eager to happen?"
"I believe so, Henry. Soon. Are you?"
We returned to the village, keyed up by our conversation, aware of what it portended. We undressed and showered, then because it was a warm evening, put on dressing robes for a cognac on the terrace. We had our arms linked as we gazed out over the vineyards, a few lights visible from farm houses, then up at the thousands of stars so clear on a dark night away from any city.
As I turned and lowered my eyes I tried to interpret what I could barely through the window in the house just opposite, no more than twenty feet away. A bed, a woman lying on it, lit dimly by a single candle on a stand. I whispered, "Rene, look!" She turned toward the window, following the direction of my gaze.
Though we could not see her well, the woman was lying on her back, apparently nude, her legs spread, her hand moving on her sex, pleasing herself. We watched, secretly we hoped, barely risking the sound of our breathing. For what seemed a long time she moved slowly, very soft mewing sounds, then suddenly a frenzied threshing, and louder too, with her orgasm. After she quieted, a quick glance in our direction, then a reach for the candle, bringing it closer to the bed and herself. "It's Celine!" We both said the name at the same instant. She lay back and began again, this time with her head turned in our direction, sharing her pleasure.
With more candlelight we were able to appreciate better the loveliness of her face and body, I moved to stand behind Rene, to look over her shoulder at the erotic scene across the alleyway. I opened her robe and placed my hands on her, cupping her breasts, teasing her nipples.
After a few minutes of watching silently, entranced by the sweet surprise before us, I asked, "Do you like to watch her, Rene?"
"She is beautiful. Does she know we are watching? If so, generous too."
I used both my hands to remove Rene's robe. It was a warm night. I reached down to begin to stroke her pussy. She leaned over to place her arms on the low wall in front of us and continued to watch.
"I need you inside me, Henry."
I entered her, then moved slowly and smoothly in and out. Her pussy was warm and very slick. I knew she was highly aroused. I decided to take her even higher.
"Rene, the waiter appeals to you doesn't he?
"Yes, you know he does. I told you."
"And you think you would like for him to make love to you?"
"Yes. But he must be ten years younger than I am, Henry. Why would he want me?"
"Every man wants sex with someone as desirable as you are, Rene. Would you want him to fuck you like I am right now"
"Oh.Yes!"
I moved my right hand down to reach her clit as I continued to move in her. I did not want to leave her without an orgasm.
"From the back like this?"
"Any way, Henry!"
"If he were here what would you say to him?"
"I would try to make him feel how much I needed sex with him. ' Marcel, I need your young cock. I ache for it. Use me. Take what you want.' That's what I imagine saying, Henry."
I quickened my strokes and used my finger on her clit. She was getting close. As Celine reached her second orgasm, her head turned toward us; we could see the intense pleasure on her face and hear her as well. She blew out the candle. As this happened, I was sure Rene's inner self was enjoying a new young cock. I said to her, "He needs to come in you now, Rene." She groaned and then shook with her orgasm. And I finished as well.
I wondered if Celine could hear.
The next morning Rene encountered Celine in the coffee place at the end of the street. "My husband and I watched you the last last night. You were so beautiful and erotic the way you pleased yourself. We had sex while we watched. "
"I know," she said. "I wanted to give that to you. That's why the candle was there beside the bed."
In the late afternoon I was out for a walk when Celine knocked and Rene answered the door. "You can watch me again tonight. Or should I come to you here after dinner?"
Rene told her we would like for her to come and have a drink with us tonight.
"Can I bring my boyfriend. He thinks you are very beautiful, Rene".
"How would he know what I look like?"
"Marcel was your waiter last night at the restaurant."
