Some of you will recognize a large part of this final chapter as "My French Canadian Cousin", published on Literotica just over a year ago. I hope you enjoy it all over again.
Chapter 6 - Epilogue
Time passed quickly. Jeff Eccles, my lawyer, had negotiated a healthy settlement, as well as ongoing support payments, from Walter, As it turned out, Walter had done very well with some investments the previous year, ones that I wasn't aware of, and I was able to pay both Jeff and Bobby fully for the services they had performed for me.
Bobby's bill had not included any charges for the time he had spent on the case on my behalf, but I was happy to be able to include what amounted to a large tip for him. I stayed in touch with him, and we 'dated' from time to time, going out for lunch and the occasional movie. His part-time companion, the man that he spent a good part of his spare time with, really gave him the gears about going out with a woman. As he gave me a friendly good-night kiss one evening, he smiled as he told me that if he ever had the urge to have sex with a woman, he wanted it to be with me, if I'd have him. I was flattered and told him so, as well as suggesting that I would love to make love to him, anytime, anywhere. So far, we haven't gotten together.
Sitting talking one evening, he admitted that he had enjoyed the night we spent at the Marriott, and the sex that had resulted in the tape we made for Walter. He told me that he saw Lorne and Holly regularly and I wondered if Lorne was still exploring the avenues of bisexuality with Bobby.
I was certainly having a good time doing just that with Holly. I went out with her occasionally when Lorne was working late, which had continued on. Holly had laid down the law, however, and they actually did spend much more time together, and she was no longer so dissatisfied with their sex life. I got the impression that she had become much more dominant in their sexual partnership, and he had become the submissive one. I had this wonderful image in my mind, of Holly in thigh-high leather boots and a corset, swinging a whip across Lorne's ass as he lay trussed up and helpless.
Holly and I, as I alluded, saw each other often. We got together for evenings out for dinner, theater and concerts, and more often than not, ended up at either her place or mine, in bed. I had enjoyed the small bit of girl - girl sex at the Marriott so much that night that it was a natural to continue on with her. We tried all of the things that two women could do to each other sexually, Holly even went out and bought a dildo that fastened to a harness, and we each took turns wearing it to screw the other. Holly had let Lorne join in on a couple of occasions, but we enjoyed each other to such an extreme, that he was, if home from the office at all, left to his own devices.
Chris and Marie and I continued our strange menage a trois throughout all of this. Chris and I spent an average of four evenings a week together. Activities ranged from quick blow jobs to lengthy sessions of hot and heavy fucking. He and Marie got along famously while they were together, but I always had the feeling that she needed something else, something I really couldn't put a finger on.
They both knew I saw Holly, but weren't aware of the sexual side of our relationship. They had never even met her, as a matter of fact. One afternoon I got a call from Holly. She asked if I was interested in a night out to see a play that had just opened at our city's well known theater centre. After the play, she suggested, we'd go for a late supper at our favorite restaurant. I didn't hesitate at all. It was just what I needed to lift my spirits on a cool fall day. Not five minutes after I hung up the phone, Marie stuck her head though the back door and called my name. She was here, she told me, to see if I wanted to see a play that was on downtown. I told her about Holly's call and she looked a bit disappointed. Without a pause, I said that I would call Holly and suggest that we three go together. She hemmed and hawed a bit, then said "Well, I don't know Holly at all, but sure, why not?" Holly was all for it too, and we were all set for an evening out together.
Well, to put it as politely as possible, the play sucked. Big time! By intermission, half the audience had managed to sneak out. We stuck it out a little longer than some but by the intermission, we'd had enough and headed for the restaurant and a good meal.
There hadn't been much of an opportunity for Marie and Holly to get acquainted at the theater, but by the time we got to the restaurant and settled in at our table, the two of them were chatting away like old friends. As the first glass of wine was drained, I could see that Marie was completely and utterly smitten with Holly. She was gazing at her all moony-eyed like a schoolgirl in love with her handsome teacher. Holly was more than receptive, of course, and neither of them paid a whole lot of attention to me as they talked. I thought it was funny, interesting and a bit rude, all at the same time
Our appetizers were delivered by a very cute young waiter, probably a student working his way through college. I wanted to get the involved in the conversation again, so after he had set our plates in front of us, and was out of earshot, I wondered about his sexual prowess, remembering out loud how my boyfriends at that age may not have had great stamina, but were very quick to recover. Marie blushed at my semi-lewd remarks. Holly stated her case for older men who had both stamina and experience, after relating a tale from her teens, of the young man she had dated who became so excited when making out with her that he regularly ejaculated in his underwear. We all laughed about that one, then dug into the terrific food.
As we ate, the wine flowed and the conversation continued. Marie spoke up, a bit of redness in her cheeks, and told us about an experience of hers. "I didn't have a lot of experience with sex as a teenager," she told us. "I was a virgin when I married Chris, but there was one summer that was pretty exciting." She blushed, thinking about what she was about to relate.
"I can't believe I'm telling you about this. Especially you, Holly. We've just met, but there is something about you that makes me want you to know about this."
She continued. "The summer I turned eighteen, my aunt and uncle and cousins from Montreal came to visit us on the farm. We lived in a beautiful area near the Wood River in southern Saskatchewan, and my cousins and I had a wonderful time together, exploring the countryside and swimming in the river. We even snuck bottles of Papa's wine and drank them, sitting in the screened front porch, once the adults went to bed. Joelle was eighteen like me, and Bernard sixteen, and they were the most attractive cousins a girl could ask for. We went to Saturday night dances in town and all of the local boys drooled over Joelle. She would dance with them, but when they asked her to take a walk with them, she turned them down."
"One evening after we returned from a dance in town, Joelle and I sat out in the porch and I related to her how one of my classmates, more than slightly drunk, had confessed that he thought he was in love with her and wanted to fuck her. She laughed at the idea, but then asked me if I thought she should do it. I didn't know why, but I realized that I was very jealous of anyone who desired my cousin, and I told her that she shouldn't let any of them do any such thing."
"'Would you be jealous of him if I made love to him?' she asked me. I nodded without saying anything, but she knew what was going on inside my head, and wrapped her arms around me and kissed me. I thought I was going to burst with pleasure when she slipped her tongue into my mouth."
