Shirley is in France with her camper-van and, after a truly wonderful week Mark and Shirley have parted, for the time being. Mark has headed up to Calais to spend quality time with his Mother and Shirley is headed down the coast toward Brittany.
My name is Shirley and at the time I had been a widow for nearly eighteen months. David and I had enjoyed almost 45 years of a somewhat unconventional marriage. I didn't sleep with other men, I slept with my David. My David didn't sleep with other women, he slept with me. That which we did, jointly and severally, whilst we were awake was another matter entirely.
Just before My David passed he told me that I should continue to enjoy myself and that he would be with me every step of the way. It took me a while to get things organised but finally I'm on my way, retracing the routes we enjoyed together. I am back in France with our camper van, remembering the past and looking for new adventures. My David is with me.
If this is your first visit to Shirley's Adventures, please enjoy the previous chapters so that it makes some kind of sense.
It had seemed strange to wake up and not find a handsome young man beside me. A week of going to bed with Mark and waking up beside him had spoiled me. He was the first man I'd woken up beside in nearly a year.
With no good reason to remain in bed I was up, washed, dressed and breakfasted before 7am. A quick walk into town to purchase my bakery supplies for the day and I was on the road. Next stop Honfleur, a pretty town with a lovely inner harbour where some very expensive yachts moored up. I had a light dinner in our, David and I's, favourite harbourside restaurant.
It was getting chilly sitting on the quayside. My wine glass was empty and I contemplated a refill for a few moments before rejecting the thought. The following day was a wander further down the coast to Pegasus Bridge and the museum at Ranville. One of David's uncles had landed his Horsa glider there on D Day. After that I was bound for Beuvron-en-Auge, a little bit back on myself but who cares? I'm reliving my past and looking forward to my future.
Another good night's sleep. Mark must have really taken it out of me. Do I mean put it into me?
Beuvron-en-Auge is a very pretty little village with lots of timber framed properties around the village square. The square is dotted with giant planters full of flowers. Cafes and restaurants circle the square, well you know what I mean, tempting the weary traveller to dine. I didn't dine out, somehow it seemed a little sad to dine alone in this pretty place and David and I seldom dined out so I wasn't missing out on any treats. I sat outside one of the cafes and had a coffee before taking the pretty route back to the disused station yard and the Aire.
David and I had often stopped at Beuvron simply because it was pretty, off the beaten track a bit and we'd never had a problem with finding a space in the Aire. Another vehicle was parked up when I got back. English number plates but no sign of life. They were probably in the village. After my evening meal I got comfortable in my captain's chair and settled down to relive a few more memories with a glass of wine. Refreshing my thoughts ready for retelling them to Mark once we met up back home.
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After the foursome with Ralph and Jilly we became regular visitors to the farm although we always stayed in the farm-house. We usually swapped partners and fucked in separate rooms for the bulk of the first night then shared the giant bed the rest of the time. On one of our early visits after a very enjoyable foursome Ralph dragged me, kicking and screaming (Yeah, like you believe that!) off to another bedroom where I enjoyed his fat cock at regular intervals during the rest of the night. Eventually I let him sleep only to awake some hours later to feel his first stiffy of the new day nestling patiently between my upper thighs. Never being one to look a gift horse in the mouth or a fat cock in my cunt, I rolled round to face him, pushed him onto his back and climbed aboard.
Sometime later he led me, naked and full of his spunk, back to the master bedroom where Jilly was happily having her tits firmly massaged while riding my husband-to-be's morning cock. Ralph and I watched until Jilly was full of spunk and David's balls were temporarily empty. When they had finished Ralph and I joined them on the bed. Time for some girl on girl fun. I moved to go down on Jilly and taste David's fresh spunk but she pulled me to her, kissed me passionately and held me tight. Her hand moved down towards my cunt and my legs parted to welcome her.
"Has my Ralph's fat cock stretched you wide and filled you with his morning spunk?" she asked running a finger between my pussy lips and dipping into my swollen hole.
"Mmmmm," I answered as I stroked her firm tits and 'Mmmmm'ed' again as another finger slipped inside me.
"He has given you a good seeing to hasn't her?" she asked and slipped a third finger in effortlessly.
A fourth quickly joined in as I began to respond energetically to this new experience. Ralph's cock might be fat but nothing like the best part of a hand, twisting and turning in my cunt, fat! Never mind the docile 'mmmmm' given in response to a very enjoyable finger-fuck I started to groan with pleasure, sobbing, panting and reached down for her wrist. Not to remove it but to ensure it never moved from my cunt. I came strongly, probably stronger than I had since my first 'not my husband-to-be's' cock shot it's load deep into my cunt. I totally lost control of my body. I even let go of Jilly's wrist! I felt it slipping out...
"Noooo!!!!" I moaned wanting more, much more.
Jilly ignored my pleas but stopped before all her fingers left my throbbing cunt. She paused and I sighed with relief as her hand started to move forward and into me once more. It felt bigger. I relaxed blatantly wanting more. I got more! A lot more!
A hand, connected to a wrist connected to a forearm can reach further up a cunt than a human cock ever will. Fact! A hand can expand, contract and form shapes that no cock, human or otherwise ever can. Fact! The human wrist can move a hand into places, positions and angles that no cock will ever explore at one sitting. Fact! Take those advantages and add the simple truth that a hand, wrist forearm combination will satisfy and continue to satisfy long after a cock is totally exhausted. It will also come back for more without any delay. Provided, of course, that your pelvic floor muscles don't marmalise it during your periods of uncontrollable ecstasy.
Jilly fist-fucked me until I begged for a rest, a chance to recover and prepare for more! She eased her hand out, kissed me better. Well that's what she said, and told me to rest a while. I dozed, the satisfied doze of one who had survived the most glorious sequence of orgasms, one upon another.
I awoke to find the three of them with me on the bed. Jilly was taking her husband's cock in her mouth while riding on my husband-to-be's cock. I watched as she rose and fell on David's cock.
"Hello, sleepy head. Ready for some more cock?" asked Jilly with a happy smile.
I'd 'dozed' for half an hour! I nodded and remembering that I had very recently taken her whole hand in my cunt, wondered if I would ever feel a cock against the sides of my cunt again.
"I've got David ready for you," she said easing up and off of his cock. "Roll onto your back."
