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Tales of Dirty Old Man Ch. 01

By: Andyhm



This is a revised version of the first chapter. It was my first attempt at writing and it had a few flaws I wanted to correct. Also as the first in this story line there were a couple of plot lines I needed to realign and rebuild. 

I describe myself as a wannabe dirty old man, not because I am one, but because as my best friend Karen keeps telling me, there is no higher accolade and so I should aim to be one.

Many thanks to Romantic1 for all his insight and help - any errors are mine

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In the beginning there was....

It was a hot summer's afternoon Mid-August of 2008. I'm sitting watching the world go by at a cafe in the south of France. My name is Andrew Morton, Andy to my friends. I'm fifty years old, five feet eleven and a half inches tall - the half inch is important you know! I'm slightly overweight - fifteen pounds. I'm working on it, it used to be twenty five. 

My daughter tells me that her girlfriends consider me to be ruggedly handsome. To be honest all I think they mean is I'm well-worn around the edges. I've brown hair that's been going steadily grey for the past few years. Blue eyes and a tight cropped grey flecked beard. I had grown it as a bet during my first summer vacation from university, and have never had the courage to remove it. At heart I'm a wannabe dirty old man but I haven't had a lot of practice yet, but given half a chance I'll work on it I promise. I'm a widower with two grown up children. Ros my wife for 18 years had died four years earlier after a short battle with cancer. Now I'm trying to live the life we had had envisioned for ourselves. 

We had met in Saudi Arabia at a close friend's birthday party. She'd only been in the magic kingdom for a couple of months and I was just coming up to the end of my first two year contract. We were both working at the same hospital. Ros was an ICU nurse and I was a Physiotherapist, in fact everyone at the party worked there. 

I'd like to say it was love at first sight, but it's just not true. We spoke a few times, shared a drink or two, had a couple of dances, and that was it. Julia the birthday girl and my part time lover reclaimed me. As far as I recall we ended the night fucking our brains out with another couple right next to us. 

Ros and I clicked at a dinner party a couple of months later. I was asked along to even the numbers up. Only Ros and I were not in a fully committed relationship so naturally we gravitated together. By the end of the evening we both realised there was something special growing between us. 

It was the beginning of a very odd period in our lives. I had Julia and Ros had a casual physical relationship with Peter. But as the weeks past Ros and I grew closer. 

I had known Julia back in the UK, we had first met when we trained at the same hospital. For a period of time we had lived together. It was a disaster; we had burnt ourselves out in six months. Afterwards we didn't talk for the next three, but missed each other. Then we realised that what we really were, was best friends with benefits. We both loved to travel and we took holidays together. We had found out from a friend about the Saudi contracts and the great travel benefits. It had sounded just what we had been looking for. The recruitment agency had places, we applied and were accepted. Three month later we were Saudi bound. 

Our Saudi time had strengthened the relationship, and our dependence on each other, but we had both known that one day we would each find our ideal partner and our lives would change. Somehow I think we both suspected that even then we would never lose our attraction to each other.

Ros was the one for me and we both knew it!

We were married a year later, and we had a good marriage. In the beginning, either Julia or Peter or both would occasionally join us in our bed. After Julia met Mike Cunningham, the occasional four-some soon became a more regular five-some or some variation. The concept of the family was born. We would meet up wherever we were in the world, problems would be solved, new friends introduced and old friendships renewed. By default Ros and I seemed to become the central figures in the family. 

The dynamics of our marriage, and the relationship with the others did change. As a group we grew and evolved, and stayed in touch. It was much like an extended family with brothers, sisters, nieces, and nephews spread all over the world. They would appear in ones and twos, usually for few days at a time, and we would reaffirm our connection. We would talk, cry, laugh, help each other and renew the memories of our bodies. It was a fairly select group at most there were twelve of us.

The last time the 'family' was all together was at Ros' funeral. Some had flown half way round the world to say good bye to her. After the funeral we all travelled to the Yorkshire Dales to spread her ashes in her favourite spot. We celebrated her life in our own special way, and finally went our separate ways.

I needed time to rebuild my life and the children's. Kirsten had started university that year and Chris was in his last year of school. We needed to fill the vast void that her death had created for us. So I politely refused all the numerous requests I received from the family asking if they could visit or I visit them. 

Two years later I took an early retirement. My mother had died that year and left me a healthy inheritance. With it and our savings and insurance, I was reasonably well off. But I still wanted to carry on with the dream we had had. 

So I ordered the Dutch barge that had always been part of the dream. It took a year for it to be delivered and fitted out. Earlier in the year I sailed across the English Channel and on to the French river system. I began the journey that was supposed to have been the retirement Ros and I would share together. We had intended spending the next few years, slowly travelling the rivers and canals of Europe. We'd hoped we would be joined regularly by our children and our 'extended family'. Other times we had intended to carry the occasional paying guest(s), to stretch our finances and that was still my ambition. 

Since the beginning of the year, I had been alone. I slowly got to grips with the boat, and the idea that our great joint adventure was now a solo one. Other than one brief memorable visit from a friend, my only visitors had been the children with a couple of their friends 

The Rosie M (yes, the boat is named in her honour) isn't a luxury yacht but she is comfortable. She has all the modern conveniences and is the ideal live aboard boat. The boat is seventy-five feet long with a fourteen foot beam; her size and height above the waterline is dictated by the size of the canals, locks, and bridges. Below deck she has two double sleeping cabins with attached bathrooms. The master cabin is in the bow and the guest cabin in the stern. There is also a small single bed cabin. There was a reasonable sized main cabin with a galley to the rear and a wheelhouse with a collapsible roof, seating and a table. The roof of the rear cabin doubles as a sun deck, with loungers, table and chairs, and a barbecue.

A couple of months earlier, I'd mentioned on my Facebook page that I finally felt that Rosie and I were ready for guests to stay, paying or not. I immediately received a message from Julia and Mike that they would be in the UK over the summer visiting family and friends, and please could they be my first guests. I had agreed without hesitation. I had really missed them, and to be honest I was feeling lonely. 

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Meeting Simone 

Mike and Julia were due to arrive the second weekend in August. We had agreed I would pick them up from the small town of La Rochelle on the River Rhone in the south of France. Being eager to see them again, I'd arrived at the village a couple of days early. I had moored Rosie on the outskirts of the picturesque village. While I was waiting for them to arrive I spent the spare time exploring the local vicinity. I especially loved the sidewalk cafes. I was enjoying the local food and wine and fine tuning my personal favourite sport, people watching. My daughter had given me a nice camera for my birthday couple of years ago and I was making full use of it. 

I found it enjoyable to sit at the different sidewalk cafés on the town square watching the world go by. Earlier in the day I had managed to get great shots. Including some amazing candid close ups of the faces of the old men playing Boules in the dappled shade of the leafy trees surrounding the square. 

I was enjoying a glass of the local red wine. I recall the taste from the summer holidays of my youth. I have always associated it with the long summer evenings in the south of France

Earlier I had enjoyed a cup of dark roast coffee, and some of those French pastries, which I, personally, think are to die for. Of course I couldn't help but admire the women as they sashayed past swinging their hips in that wonderful way that French women seemed to have perfected. 

It was my last free afternoon, and I sat at my favourite cafe in the dappled shade enjoying the beauty of my surroundings. My full wine glass sat on the table. Lisette the cute young waitress was very attentive, never letting my glass stay empty for long.

I was playing with my camera waiting to see if I could get any better shots of the Boule players when I caught sight of a golden haired beauty entered the square. 

It was one of those pivotal moments in your life. I couldn't drag my eyes away from her. I felt pole-axed and I had to remind myself to breathe. She had that inner glow that made it look like a sun beam was following her across the square. She was five foot eight, a slim, long legged beauty. She was wearing a short light blue sundress with a tight bodice that couldn't hide the fact she was not wearing a bra. Her breasts if she had been wearing a bra would have needed a C cup. Her erect nipples pushed the fabric out in a most delightful way. I guessed she was in her early to mid-thirties

I raised the camera to my eye and peered through the viewfinder, focusing on her. I had this odd feeling that I had seen her before but I couldn't place the where or when. I thumbed the zoom button and her face leapt out at me. Blue eyes, exquisite cheeks dotted with the odd freckle. A cute nose and the most kissable pair of lips stared back at me. A quick couple of exposures later and I zoomed out a bit and could see that her breasts were barely contained by the dress's top, the top three buttons were open and there was a delightful hint of her cleavage to the gap.

I kept zooming out to try to keep her face and chest centred in the view finder (I can never see the damn LCD screen in bright sunlight). I kept exposing until I realised that there was no more adjustment left and she still filled the viewfinder. I opened my other eye and found her standing on the other side of the table with a less than amused expression on her face. 

She said, "Vous aimez ce que vous voyez?" My brain struggled to translate her question. She looked at me then repeated the question in English, "Do you like what you see?"

I managed to blurt out, "Err, of course, most definitely, who wouldn't?" Oh way to go Andy, you sound like teenager with his first crush. I thought. 

I continued, "Please, you've just made my day. Would you like a drink and see what caught my eye?" Christ, I was so nervous. My thoughts were a mess while my body was responding in overdrive mode.

"Not just your eye," she smirked, starring in the direction of my lap as I belatedly tried to hide the evidence of my interest with a serviette. 

She pulled up a chair from a nearby table and sat down beside me. 

She said, "Can I see please?" and she held out her hand for the camera.

I switched it to replay mode and offered it to her. The LCD screen lit up and she leaned forward to shield it from the sunlight. The front of the dress gaped open even further, and I could see the most beautiful light coffee coloured nipple. I groaned silently as my poor cock got even harder, pushing at the constraints of my cargo shorts. Thank god I'd lost a bit of weight recently otherwise I would have been in agony. Her lips twitched as she tried to hide a smile as she glanced sideways, taking in my obvious discomfort. 

She stated, "I see you have identified my best features," pointing at the image on the screen. 

I looked down and saw an image displayed that framed her head and the swelling of her breasts. She was facing slightly to her left and her right breast with its delightful nipple and prominent areola was just visible in the gap of her dress. 

I said, "That true but I do wish you had come in from the other direction so I could admire the rest." 

"Why would that be?" 

"Because then the sunlight would have been behind you." Oh god, had I really said that?

I thought I had completely blown it. She stood up suddenly and pushed the camera back into my hands. She spun on her heels and walked away from me. Why in god's name hadn't I kept my mouth shut? 

I shut my eyes praying to the gods that she wasn't leaving. I kept fumbling for the cameras off switch.

From twenty feet away I heard her say, "Well, what are you waiting for?"

I opened my eyes and looked up; there she was partially facing me with the sun behind her. The outline of her body was clearly visible through the thin material of her dress. Her body was magnificent, and the hints of her breasts were the stuff of a wet dream. 

Then, as she faced away, the sunlight flowed between her legs and I could see just a hint of the outline of her pussy lips. I raised the camera to my eye and watched her slowly start to rotate. I kept my finger on the exposure button. Thank god for digital cameras with a large capacity memory cards. I must have taken at least fifty images in the ten or so seconds it took for her to spin around twice, laughing and holding her arms out.

I lowered the camera and couldn't keep the grin off my face; she gave me a wry smiled back and walked towards me. Sitting down she held her hand out for the camera. I thought she wanted to look again but instead she raised it to her eye, pointed it in my direction and started to take my photo.

Not my face, but the very prominent bulge in my shorts.

"This should convince you that this was real and not a dream."

I laughed and said desperately because I didn't want her to leave: "I'm Andy and I'm very pleased to meet you."

She said, "I'm Simone and I think I'm pleased to meet you, but the jury is still out."

I attracted the attention of the very friendly young waitress who had been looking after me for the past two days and ordered more wine and some of the local sausages and cheese. While we waited for the food and wine to arrive I asked her a bit about herself, but other than she lived locally and she was in her early thirty's I learnt little.

The food and wine arrived and we tasted it. Simone looked back to the camera and started to scroll back through the images. Her lips pursed and the tip of her tongue peeked out as she concentrated on the images displayed on the screen. I passed the glass to her and she sipped from it as she continued to look at the images stored in the camera. She smiled at the images of herself. She commented that one of the Boule players was her neighbour and she had never seen him smile before. 

Simone continued to scroll through the images taking her time, she suddenly stiffened, and her face froze in an expression of....well I'm not sure of what. I glanced at the image and I stiffened as well. My poor cock, which had managed to regain his composure, reversed direction and started to tent out my shorts again. 

There on the screen was the image of a naked woman relaxing on my bed. Christ I'd forgotten those images were still on the memory card. I'm sure I had deleted them. It was Jane, a very dear old friend; she had just turned up earlier in the year and stayed a couple of days. On the last evening she had very graciously shown me that there was the possibility of life after Ros. She had spotted the camera and insisted that I shoot some mementos of the visit. 

After several shots, which had gotten more and more explicit, I had propped the camera up on a shelf, set the multi exposure delay timer and joined her on the bed for an evening of love, passion and friendship. I really thought I'd deleted these images after downloading them. 

As Simone scrolled on, the images became more graphic and my embarrassment and arousal grew, I didn't think that I could get any harder but apparently I could for two reasons: the memory of Jane and watching Simone's reaction to the photos. I noticed that her breathing had increased and that a red flush was slowly creeping up her chest in the direction of her face. Her nipples were even more pronounced - if that was possible? She slid forwarded on the chair until her buttocks were perched on the edge and the hem of the dress slid up her tanned, perfectly formed legs until I could see the hint of her white thong. 

Her hand stretched out and grasped my thigh as she continued to scroll through the images. The hand moved across into my lap and grasped my fully hard member through my shorts; I gasped and turned in towards her in order to mask her activity from the passing public. 

She started rocking slowly back and forward on the edge of the chair with her head bent forward and she started to quietly pant. I took her hand and pulled her towards me, put my arms around her and kissed her full on the lips. She moved her head back and looked me in my eyes, smiled and pointed at the bed in the photo. 

She said "I can't explain, even to myself why I'm asking this, but is your bed close by?" 

"Yes," I said and stood up. 

She looked shocked at herself for even asking. "I really don't want you to think I do this with every man I meet. In fact, I've never done what I'm about to do, but you and your photographs have turned me on."

I dropped a fifty euro note onto the table and picked up the camera that had led us to this point. I took Simone's hand and drew her up. She pulled me close and put her arm around my waist and placed mine around her shoulder with my hand resting on the curve of her breast. As we strolled across the almost empty square, towards the canal she rested her head on my shoulder and sighed most delightfully, a sound that travelled around my body and stirred my heart. 

Rosie was just five minutes away and when Simone saw our destination she gave a happy laugh. 

"Oh, it's a boat," she exclaimed. "I wasn't sure what it was, but I hadn't thought of a boat. I thought you might have had a caravan?" 

"Well I live on her and I'm not fixed to one place so you were sort of right."

She said, "But he's a beautiful boat."

I corrected her, "Not a he, but a she. All boats deserve to be a she, and she's named after my late wife."

And I must admit Rosie did look beautiful that day. The late afternoon sun reflecting off her dark blue hull, cream and blue uppers, polished brass and mahogany trim. 

"A beautiful she, she must have been," Simone agreed and as she stepped onto the deck and looked around I heard her whisper to herself, "Oh yes, I'm so sorry, you could never be a he."

I unlocked the wheelhouse door and we entered. I led her down into the main living area and then stopped and looked at her. 

I asked. "Are you sure you want to do this. If you want say no I do understand."

She went and sat down on the sofa and I sat down beside her. 

She said hesitantly, "Yesss..." then more confidently, "I am, it's just been a long time since I have even thought about men, let alone sex. I saw you sitting there and the pleasure you got from watching the people around you. Then there was the look of passion, trust and happiness in the eyes of the woman in the photos." 


Tales of Dirty Old Man Ch. 01



She said, almost to herself, "I wanted.... I still want to feel like that again." 

With that she stood up and held her hand out to me. I led her forward to my cabin in the bow, never letting go of her hand. She turned to face me and wrapped her arms around me. Her lips were seeking out mine. We kissed and our tongues nipped and surged around each other's mouths. We broke for a breath. 

I looked at her and asked, "Who are you?"

She whispered, "Later, first I need you to make me feel loved the way the woman in those pictures obviously felt."

I stood back and grasped the hem of her dress, slowly pulling it up and over her head. She shook her hair letting it cascade down her body, some drifting down her chest to frame her magnificent breasts. They weren't too large, a good handful is the best description I know. Firm and pert with hard dark nipples standing proud of her coffee coloured areola. I pulled her close to me, gently caressing her back. 

All she was left wearing was her sheer white thong and heeled sandals. Her arousal was evident from the growing damp patch spreading across her thong. Her nipples were growing and hardening. I gently caressed her breast rolling the nipple between my finger and thumb.

I bent my head down and grasped her left nipple with my lips, rolling it around and gently teasing with my teeth. I raised my head and found her willing lips. I carried on caressing the other breast and she placed her hand on top of mine. I continued to stroke her back, letting my hand follow the curve of her spine and stroking the soft skin of her ass cheek. I let my hand follow the curve of her hip following the line of her thong. I worked my way round to the front. My fingers traced the faint line of down on her stomach, down between the thong and her skin. My fingers nestled between her legs.

Her body shivered and the dampness oozed out from between her lips creating an even larger damp patch. My fingers flexed and the thumb rested on her clit which started to poke its little head out from between its protective hood. A guttural groan rose from her chest. 

She moaned quietly in between our kisses. I knelt down in front of her and gently eased her thong down her legs. Her pussy fur was a thin strip leading the way to her moist cleft. My tongue lapped up and down her slit and she pulled my head in closer. I eased her back and she sat down on the edge of the bed. She opened her legs and I moved forward undressing as I did. 

I slid forward and my tongue resumed its meandering path up her the inside of her thighs and over her inner and outer lips with little darting flurries to attack her clit, to the sound track of her sweet moans.

My fingers eased back the labia and my tongue moved in to lap at the sweet juice that was pooling in her cunt. Oh, so sweet. My fingers started to tease and tug her proud clit. 

"Oh god, that's it"....right there.... keep doing that....please don't stop," she gasped between her ever louder moans.

I slipped my fingers into her pussy. I bent the fingers up and gently massaged the inner wall until I could feel that slight difference that told me I had found her G spot. I pressed up on it with a gentle rocking motion. 

She cried out, "SHIT, there! Keep doing that and I'm going to come." 

"Please come for me," I urged. 

I could feel little quivers starting to spread out through the muscles of her cunt. 

"Christ, that feels so good, oh god, oh god, ohhh godddddd, I'm cuming." 

I felt her whole body start to shake, the walls of her cunt spasmed and clamped down on my fingers. Her whole body went rigid, her eyes rolled up and for a couple of seconds she stopped breathing.

After a few moments she began to relax and take a breath, she kept continually whimpering. Such a sweet sound I thought. 

She finally managed to say, "Oh god, I've never felt anything like that in my life. I've never come so fast and so hard."

"I enjoy making you come. I've always loved the sensations I feel when a woman lets go of her emotions and surrenders to the ultimate pleasure. I used to be a physiotherapist and I got a lot of practice massaging women in the past."

She raised her eyebrows in a mute question. 

I explained, "I worked in Saudi for a long time in the 80's. We had to invent our own entertainment, so I rediscovered the art of sensual massage, and that led to this. I became quite popular" I shrugged.

I laughed, "It's one of the things my wife loved about me. For a time she was my only victim, but then later she would loan me out to our close friends."

"Do you miss her?" 

"Yes very much, but it's been four years." 

"I'm sorry." 

"Don't be, we were very happy and I still have the children. Although they have both grown up and have left the nest."

She said, "I want to know more about her and them. But first I want to play with that," pointing to my erect cock. 

I'm not the largest I have seen, but I had no complaints. I am a good eight inches when I'm fully aroused and most women can't close their hand around my cock.

She started to pull me on to the bed, but I resisted. There was something about her body language that disturbed me. It was as though she was going through the motions. Her mind was saying yes but her body wasn't sure.

I wanted her to be nice and relaxed so I told her. "I think you really need to undergo the full massage experience."

She looked shocked. "I don't think I could survive another orgasm like that."

"Oh, I know you can. Go on, scoot up the bed and lie on your tummy please." 

She complied but looked slightly nervous, I reached over and pulled a bottle of massage oil out of the bedside drawer. It's my own blend of Ylang Ylang and other essential oils and I'd promised Ros I would take the recipe to my grave. 

I poured a bit onto my hand and placed the bottle on its warmer. I started at her feet working first on one then the other and then started up her lower legs. 

"That's interesting, first it's cold then warm and now I'm tingling," she commented. 

I said, "Wait, it gets better."

I picked up the bottle and poured some more oil on both upper thighs and the small of her back. Again I slowly worked up her legs using both hands, working the oil in with my fingers and thumbs. I moved up to her lovely ass and beyond as I continued massaging. All the while I could hear her purring with pleasure. I moved up her back, reaching the shoulders, bending forward I let my tongue lick the back of her neck. I spent a long time working the oil into her skin, I know the effect of my special blend. It starts out with warmth that spreads and becomes a tingling that ultimately heightens the sensitivity of the nerve endings. I slowly ran my hands up and down the length of her body. I could feel her physically relaxing. I allowed my fingers to occasionally drift between her buttocks teasing her pussy lips with the tip of my finger. Each time she would gasp and raise her hips, trying to push my finger in further, but I would withdraw the offending digit. 

"You bastard, stop playing with me, my pussies tingling all over, just fuck me." 

"Not yet," I replied.

She groaned louder and then whimpered when I nibbled her earlobes. 

She said, "Please, no more teasing." 

"Please turnover."

With a hungry look in her eyes she complied. Her hand reached out and grasped my cock. She bent her head down and rolled her tongue around my glans. She slipped the mushroom head of my erection into her mouth, sucking up the beads of pre-cum. The sensation that was centred in my groin was out of this world.

I told her, "Not yet." 

I poured more oil on her belly and legs and continued the massage. Again I worked up her legs then on to her belly with a quick tease of her clit as I passed by. Her breasts and nipples deserved and got extra attention. She hadn't let go of me and I would get an extra squeeze every time she groaned in pleasure until I could barely concentrate. 

"Wait," I gasped and I moved around so my thighs were either side of her head. 

She never let go of my cock as I stretched out above her body. I supported my weight on my forearms, bent my head down and began lapping the juices from her swollen slit. 

I felt a surge of sensations as she sucked more of me into her mouth, her teeth lightly bouncing along the shaft. One of her hands grasped the base, squeezing and relaxing in rhythm with her mouth. The other began playing with my balls. 

Shit, the sensations were so immense I was having difficulty in concentrating on my task. She started to hum again - the vibration buzzed along the shaft. 

I could feel the muscles in her thighs twitching as my tongue probed deeper. I pulled back every few moments to tease her clit. I slid two fingers into her cunt and the muscles in the wall tried to suck them in further. I found her G spot again and began to gently stimulate it. My mouth continued assaulting her clit, which was growing even larger. It stood up like a miniature prick. The scent of sex mingled with the smell of the massage oils to create the most amazing aroma. 

I fought the sensations invading my body. I increased my assault on her G spot and clit. Finally I slid a finger up to the first knuckle into her ass and rolled it around. That was all it took. Her thighs clamped shut locking my hand in place. She screamed and her body was wracked with violent shudders that went on for a long time. 

She pushed me away and curled up on her side whimpering quietly. I wrapped my arms round her, comforting her. My body took the opportunity to relax. After a couple of minutes she opened her eyes, and finding my face pulled me in for a long deep kiss. 

She whispered, "Thank you, thank you, I've never felt anything like that before. Did you cum?" 

"No, not yet, it was close, I managed to hold back. But I'd love to cum inside you." 

She said, "Oh god, yes, yes, I want that too. It's safe; I'm on the pill."

She rolled onto her back, her legs falling open and she pulled me over her all in one motion. I reached down and slid my glans up and down her slit. I let it rest between her lips for a few seconds to regain my composure, and then with a sigh of fulfilment slowly pushed all the way home. She was so wet that I slid in all the way to the hilt with almost no resistance. I stayed like that for a moment and felt her muscles of her channel start to rhythmically massage my whole length.

I pulled out until only the head was inside her, and began slowly stroking in and out, all the while my lips were sucking and playing with her nipples. She wrapped her legs around me with her heels resting on the back of my thighs. Every time I pulled out, her legs were there urging me back in. I moved faster and ever faster until I was approaching the point of no return.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum!" I grunted.

"Don't you dare pull out!" she cried.

The dam broke and I was cuming inside her. I kept grunting with each slower stroke until finally I was motionless deep inside her whilst the muscles in her cunt milked me of every last drop.

We stayed like that gently kissing and stroking each other until I softened and slid out. I moved down between her legs and licked her swollen lips. It was the most amazing taste - a mix of her sweetness and my saltiness. 

I told her, "You.... we, taste amazing."

She asked, "Can I taste please."

I bent down and took some more in my mouth and then kissed her letting our juices pass between us. 

She savoured it "Mmmmmmmmm, more please."

She took my semi erect member into her mouth and commenced cleaning every last trace of us from it.

"Oh yes, we are very tasty." 

I laughed and she smiled back at me.

"Who are you?" I wanted to know.

"Later, feed me first. I'm so hungry." 

I looked down at her and then my erect prick.

She laughed, "Not that, I need real food, that's going to be my dessert." 

"Well we have two choices, we shower, get dressed and find something in town or......."

"Yes?" 

"We stay dirty and naked and I cook for us." 

"So many choices, what does a girl do?"

She stood, took my hand and led me to the galley. She perched on a bar stool at the breakfast counter, "Surprise me," she demanded. I couldn't help but notice the small trail of cum leaking from her pussy as she sat on the wooden stool seat.

I reached into the fridge and removed some ingredients and a chilled bottle of Chablis. I found a couple of clean glasses in the dishwasher. Simone found the corkscrew and proceeded to pour us each a glass.

As I busied myself cooking I returned to my previous unanswered questions. "So tell me, who, what are you? You make me feel that I've know you all my life, but I don't."

She sat there sipping from her glass peering at me over the rim. I watched as different emotions flitted across her face, finally settling on a resigned look. "I know I feel the same, but I come with a lot of baggage and I don't think you'll want to know me afterwards." 

She hesitated then said so softly I almost didn't hear. "And I don't want to lose you." 

I moved to her and wrapped her in my arms. "Simone, you are a beautiful woman and it will take very little for me to fall in love with you, if I haven't already." She shivered in my arms and buried her head in my chest and I kept reassuring her that I meant what I said.

She sniffed, and pointed at the pan on the stove and I rushed over to try to rescue the omelette. 

I said, "You will need eat around the burnt bits I'm afraid. But there is salad and even I can't ruin that," I placed a plate in front of her and topped up our glasses.

I smiled at her, "So, am I in fear of my life. Are you a psychotic killer?"

She laughed and replied, "Only if sex can kill you! After the past hour or so I can't imagine ever putting my clothes back on. I want to have sex with you constantly."

I said, "One of the better ways to go."

Then I grinned and said, "Personally I've always wondered what it would be like to drown in a vat of wine."

"Slow," she replied, giving me the perfect opening. 

"Yes, having to get out every 10 minutes to pee would definitely slow down the dying process."

She laughed, "An oldie but a goody."

She picked at her food and finished the glass of wine then took my hands in hers. "Come back to bed with me, make love me, and later I'll tell you my story."

We moved back to my cabin, with a quick pit stop. Fortunately, I'd got the builders to replace the hip bath with an enlarged shower. It was spacious enough for two and a bit tight for three. After turning on the water I stood under the stream of water and held out my hand, she took it and joined me. We took turns soaping and rinsing each other. I loved the feeling of running my hands over her silky smooth skin, ultimately, my hands slipped lower and she opened her legs allowing me to slip my hand between them. Then I slid one, then two fingers into her.

She sighed and sagged down slightly, I felt more of her weight on my hand as my fingers probed deeper, again seeking out her G spot. She threw her arm around my neck for support. It didn't take long. "Yes....... Yes...... Yes..... Yessssssss," And with a final scream she came as hard as I've ever seen. My fingers were drowning as her juices flooded out of her and trickled down her legs mingling with the water. I washed her down and carried her off to bed. 

As Simone's breathing slowed down and her eyes came back into focus, she put both hands either side of my head and drew me down into the longest most sensual kiss I've ever received. 

"I love you," she whispered. I'm not sure if she was telling me or herself. 

I looked at her and I asked. "Please stay with me tonight."

She shook her head "I shouldn't."

I said, "Please, I want to wake up next to you in the morning," 

She looked at me for a long time, I could see the thoughts flying around her head. Finally, she pursued her lips then came to a conclusion. She said. "I need to make a call then I'll stay." 

She asked if she could use my phone; I passed it to her and she stood, dialled and spoke quietly for a few moments with her back to me. 

She turned back to me smiling, "I'm all yours." 

She came back to the bed and crawled up beside me. Her hand took hold of my prick.

She looked at me from me behind my erect cock, "You promised me dessert." 

Then she lowered her head and started to lick along the shaft and suckle on the head. I groaned and could feel my cock swelling and throbbing in her mouth. She tried to swallow me to the base, but gagged when I hit the back of her throat. She pulled back a tad and used her hand on the shaft whilst rolling the head around in her mouth, and flicking the tip with her tongue. 

My groans grew louder and louder, and I kept raising my pelvis trying to push more in. I was straining to resist cuming, I wanted the sensations to last forever. Her other hand commenced playing with my balls except when her finger probed my ass I lost it. With a loud cry, I came, unloading into her mouth, and kept cuming for what seemed ages. Her cheeks were bulging with my jism. I could feel her swallowing and she milked me of every last drop with suction and her hand.

She looked up and smiled, and then as she kissed me, I sucked on her tongue and could taste myself. 

"I love the way you taste, it's sweet and savoury at the same time." 

She kept stroking me and my cock began to harden again. My hand slid down her back to fondle her ass cheeks and I could hear her start to purr contentedly. 

"Were you a cat in a previous life?" I mused

"No, but I do have my own kitty that needs feeding," she replied pointing between her legs. 

"Hah." 

I slipped my fingers between her ass cheeks reaching for her kitty, (what a cool name, I don't think I will ever think of it as anything else). She was soaking wet and her kitty juice was dripping down her legs. 

In one sensual motion Simone moved above me, and reaching down gently rubbed my glans up and down her slit before seating herself all the way to the hilt of my shaft, with a loud grunt

She gasped, "Christ, I'm so full! My god, you satisfy me."

She sat motionless for a few moments luxuriating in the sensation. Then using her hands on my chest to support herself, she started to ride me, raising till only the head was nestled between her kitty lips then down again in one swift motion. Again and again she repeated the motion, her eyes locked on mine. She was grunting in time with her movements. The sounds getting louder as the speed of her movement increased. 

I took her nipples between my fingers and squeezed and teased them. Rolling them backwards and forwards allowing the motion to become frantic. I bent forward and sucked hard on her nipple and started thrusting up into her as she descended.

"Oh God, I'm gonna come, oh fuck, oh fuuucckk," she repeated over and over in a strained voice. 

"NOW!" she screamed as her body shook and her kitty spasmed locking down on me, triggering my orgasm. The muscles at her entrance clamped down on my cock and the rest rippled and held me tight.

"Christ!" I shouted as I pumped my jism deep inside her beautiful body.

She fell forward onto my chest, her full breasts spreading out against me, and I wrapped my arms around her. My prick was still hard and locked in place. I pulled the bed cover over us and seconds later we fell asleep while still connected.

I woke hours later to an amazing sensation of warmth and pleasure in my groin and looked to see Simone's head bobbing up and down giving my morning woody a blow job. I reached down to stroke her hair and she looked up and smiled, redoubling her efforts. I didn't last long in my weakened state and quickly came in her mouth. She licked me clean and wriggled up the bed into my arms, presenting her mouth for a kiss. 




Tales of Dirty Old Man Ch. 01



We lay on our sides facing each other, trading kisses until she turned her head away from me and without prompting, started talking. After I heard the first few words I didn't want to interrupt her. 

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Simone's Story

"My name is Simone Laurent-Duval. I was only eighteen and completely innocent when I got married. My husband Bernard was a business associate of my fathers. He swept me off my feet. He was my knight in shining armour. But for him the marriage was just another of his business deals. He was only bedding me to close the deal, to gain a controlling interest in my father's company."

"Bernard was ten years older than me. I expected passion and love on my wedding night. What I got was a short fast fuck with no effort to pleasure me. If he lasted a minute I was lucky, and he would shower immediately afterwards. He made me feel so dirty. He never ever gave me an orgasm. And it continued like that." 

She turned on her side but not before I saw the tears starting to run down her cheeks. I slid behind and spooned her. She sighed and pushed back into me, I put my arm around her and she moved my hand to her breast, placing hers on top.

"Even so, by the time I was twenty-four I had two wonderful children, Michael and Anna. I was a mother and I still didn't know what real love between a man and woman was. We didn't even sleep in the same room and I hadn't had an orgasm I didn't give to myself."

"I was happy though, as I had the children to lavish my love on. But he couldn't even give me that, the bastard. I was his social butterfly and the children were just a statement of his prowess. He needed my family connections to open the doors of power for him. Unfortunately, my time with the children got in the way of that. So at first it was a nanny then a governess, and each time he isolated me further and further from my wonderful children. I tried to give them a mother's love, he just bought it for them! Anything they wanted they got."

"When they were eight, they were packed off to a boarding school in Switzerland. First Michael, then Anna, and that was the beginning of the end," she whimpered. 

The tears were streaming down now. I put my finger on her lips and said. "Enough love, that's enough." 

She said forcefully, "No, I need to tell you so you will know why I'm no good for you." 

In a quieter voice, almost too low to hear, she continued. "I lived for those times when the children were home. But they grew fewer and fewer, and they became more distant from me. I wanted their love, he bought it. They wanted the latest 'must have' item. They resented the time I needed to spend with them and he fostered that belief. I grew even lonelier and ultimately I was ripe for the first man who showed me affection."

"Of course, I picked a right sleaze merchant, but I couldn't see it at the time. Robert gave me the one thing that I craved. Attention! All I was for him was a rich cunt for his cum, and if he said a few kind words I would come back for more from him and later his friends." 

"I was spiralling out of control. I was trying to mask the pain with pills, alcohol and loveless sex. Each time I tried to pull back he was there sucking me in deeper and deeper. I knew what I was doing wasn't right but I kept coming back for more." 

She paused for a long time, collecting her thoughts.

She continued, "I woke up one morning in a hospital bed."

"My husband returned home early, and had walked in on me with Robert. He hadn't said a word, he'd just pulled me away from the cock I was sucking, and threw me out me out of the house."

"I stayed with Robert, until he realised I had no more money and I couldn't support him any longer. He gave me to his so called friends, telling them that I was a useless cunt and that fucking me, was all that I was good for. They began a week long fuck fest that left me with three broken ribs, a punctured lung, broken jaw, plus other injuries that I don't even remember." 

"They dumped me at the entrance of the local hospital and I was semi-conscious for three days. The doctors had done what they could for the physical injuries and had flushed the drugs out of me."

She turned towards me "That was eighteen months ago. Since then I've been staying with my aunt near here trying to put my life in order. The first my aunt knew of it, was when the hospital contacted her because Bernard rejected me, and my father wouldn't take my calls."

Simone moved up the bed until there was no more room. She curled up against the headboard, wrapped her arms around her legs and laid her forehead on her knees. I could hear her sobbing. I sat beside her and gently put my arm around her and pulled her close.

"You are the first person other than my aunt I've told this to," she told me, a few moments later the sobbing died down.

"I've tried to contact Michael and Anna but the letters get sent back unopened. I do miss them so."

She raised her head and fixed her striking deep blue eyes on mine. 

"I can't explain why I'm so attracted to you. I promised myself I wouldn't get involved with anyone until I've got my children back." There was a long pause, and then she whispered in a desperate voice. 

"So ... should I go?"

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Winning Simone

I looked confused at her question, "Why do you want to go, I don't understand?"

I hesitated for a moment. "Aren't you still the same person I meet and began falling in love with last night? I don't think you were responsible for your actions. I blame your husband and family for abandoning you." 

I said, "Look why don't we try this?" I proceeded to explain that I was in La Rochelle to meet my old friends Julia and Mike. It took a bit longer to describe the relationship we had in the past, and I could see she looked a bit worried. 

"Come with me for the week, Julie and Mike would love to meet you." 

"I can stay with you?" she said hopefully. 

"Yes, you get to road test me for a whole week, and if you like what you see, the world's our oyster." 

"Please, I'd love that," she said with a happy giggle.

She announced, "I have to admit something as well. I was watching you the day before we met. You didn't see me; I was sitting in the shadows on the other side of the cafe's patio."

She paused long enough to kiss me then continued. "There was something about you that held my attention all afternoon. You had a smile for everyone who spoke to you and it was genuine." 

"I watched the waitress almost skip for joy after you talked, and the sad look she gave you when it looked like you told her you couldn't join her after work. That's when I decided that I wanted to meet you. I was hiding around that corner for almost an hour waiting for you to settle down yesterday, before I made my walk of shame." She looked up, "I enjoyed every second of it knowing you were watching me." 

I couldn't help laughing. "And I thought I was stalking you."

I looked at the clock. Shit Julia and Mike would arrive in less than five hours. 

I exclaimed, "We need to move," slapping her gently on her ass. 

"My guests will be here in a few hours and for some reason I didn't get anything done yesterday."

Simone told me, "I need a shower," and ran to the bathroom. I quickly changed the sheets on the bed. As I finished I could hear her singing over the noise of the shower, she sounded happy. I opened the shower door and slipped in behind her. 

She groaned seductively and pushed her soapy ass into my groin and my prick rose to the occasion. She leant forward resting her forearms and head on the wall and I slid into her kitty from behind. We started to rock as I moved forward, she pushed back. At the deepest point I could feel my head press against her cervix. I was playing with her breasts, teasing her firm nipples and the surrounding areoles. Her groans and my grunts grew closer together and louder as we raced towards our mutual completion. She spasmed and my balls tightened and my prick drove home, as we both came together. I could feel her cunt fill with my cum as we both shuddered and stopped moving, as the water continued to bounce off us.

"Ohhh, fuck that was good," I gasped trying to get my breath back. 

"You don't need to tell me, I felt it all the way from my kitty to my nipples, to the top of my head."

I said, "I've got to move, we need to get food and drink for the week."

"Come with me to my aunt's home," Simone said, as we dried each other "I need to get to get some stuff for the week, and I want you to meet her. We can get the groceries on our way back."

I agreed and dressed quickly; Simone just slipped her dress on, and then flipped the hem to flash her kitty at me.

I said, "Come on we need to move, don't tempt me you wanton hussy." 

I locked up, and we walked hand in hand through the village to her aunt's house. Her aunt was an elegant woman in her early sixties. After formal introductions she said, "Call me Rachael." I waited in the kitchen with her while Simone could be heard ransacking her room. 

She looked at me for, what felt a very long time, before it seemed she reached a conclusion. "I think you are just what she needs." She mused; "Please look after her, she was so hurt."

"I know, she told me," I replied.

She looked surprised, "She told you...... that's a first, and she must really trust you."

We were interrupted by Simone dragging a large bag down the stairs. 

I said, "Err, its only one week."

She replied, "I know, I know, I packed light, there's only one more bag upstairs." 

Rachael and I looked at each other and shrugged. 

I said, "I'll get the bags." 

Rachel told me, "I'll get the car."

I packed the car and Rachael drove us back to Rosie with a quick stop at the market. 

Simone said, "Isn't she beautiful, Rachael? Come and see her." 

I unloaded the car while Simone showed Rachael over Rosie. I was packing the groceries away. I could hear Simone exclaim, "And we made love twice in the shower." 

By the time they appeared in the galley my ears were bright, and Rachael just smirked at me.

"Time for me to go," she told Simone. They hugged, and told each other how much they loved each other. 

Rachael surprised me with a long tight hug, she kissed me and whispered, "Look after my baby." 

"I promise," I replied. 

In the peace that followed Rachael's departure, we just stood silently in a tight embrace while we took stock of our emotions. With a gentle tap on her butt I told her "Unpack love, there should be lots of space. I need to get the guest cabin ready for them, they should be here in an hour." 

She hurried off to our - holy shit, I thought OUR cabin, and presently there was a disturbing amount noise and commotion emanating from there. Crap I know that means, I'm never going to be able to find anything ever again. 

The noise and commotion subsided. Simone appeared in an amazing, white bikini which showed off her tanned skin to perfection. 

She announced, "Crewman Simone and her kitty reporting for duty." "Are you trying to give me a heart attack," I asked. "I am an old man you know."

"Yes, a dirty old man ... MY dirty old man, and I love you. Do we have time to make love again before our guests arrive?" 

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To be continued

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Tales of Dirty Old Man Ch. 02



This is a revised version of this chapter -- it needed tidying up and slightly expanding, I've added 800 words. 

This is the second chapter in this series. Please read the first chapter before this one

Many thanks to Romantic1 for all his insight and help - any errors are mine

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The noise and commotion subsided and Simone appeared in an amazing, small white bikini, which showed off her tanned skin to perfection. "Crewman Simone and her kitty reporting for duty," she announced 

"Are you trying to give me a heart attack," I asked. "I am an old man you know."

"Yes, a dirty old man ... MY dirty old man and I love you. Do we have time to make love again before your guests arrive?" 

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The guests arrive

I heard the taxi pull up outside. I went to greet Mike and Julia, my best and oldest friends, and for their sins my first trial paying passengers.

Julia and I had first met in London. We had both trained at the same hospital, me as a physiotherapist and her as a pharmacist. We tried going steady but found that it just didn't work. But we had quickly discovered that what we really were was best friends with benefits, a lot of benefits. After we graduated we got jobs in London, and became flat mates, two guys and three girls, fun times! 

We both loved to travel and would take holidays together. A mate of mine had told us about the Saudi contracts and the great travel benefits. They had sounded just what we wanted. The recruitment agency had places, we had applied and were accepted; so three month later we were in Saudi Arabia. 

Julia is two years younger than me, something I know only too well I as I'd been to enough of her birthday parties in Saudi. There was the one where all the women had to wear just seven veils and remove one each hour........ah, but I digress, that's a story for another time. 

We had learnt to dive together, that's a memory forever imprinted on my brain. Naked diving and sex at thirty feet, surrounded by inquisitive tropical fish. I hadn't known that fish enjoy cum as much as us. She swears she came a second time from the attention the fish were giving her pussy as they tried to eat the cum from her quim. 

She remained a beautiful woman; I smiled as I saw her standing on the dock. Her hair was ash blond, and she was still as slim and leggy, just as I remembered. I'd known that body so well, and I still have fantasies in which she stars.

Mike had arrived in Saudi a couple of years after us and had met Julia though me. He is a couple of years older than me, and I'm fifty, and he's worn well. He's an inch or so shorter and his hair's greyer that I last remembered, and his paunch a tad larger, but the big grin was just the same; it's the one thing I knew I would see every time we shared a bed and our women. 

In the years after I married Ros and they got married, we had forged a friendship between the four of us that had stood the years. We had become the core of what we had grown to call the 'family'. We shared our ups and downs, even enjoying sex with each other. 

I had drifted apart from them after Ros's death. I had withdrawn into myself. As I looked at her now, my cock gave a twitch to remind me that the attraction was still there.

As I started to walk down the gangplank I noticed that Simone was nervously standing in the wheelhouse. I went back and kissed her. 

I told her, "Don't worry, I love you and I can guarantee that they will love you. Come and meet them," and together we went to greet them. 

"Andy," cried Julia as she wrapped her arms around me in a big hug. "I've missed you," then more quietly, "And we still miss Ros, she was a wonderful woman."

"I know," I said. "I miss her too, but life goes on, it's been four years." 

Mike came over and put his arm around me, "It's good to see you mate, we've been thinking about you."

"Thanks, I know you have," I replied, "but now you're finally here. I want you both to meet my new girlfriend Simone." 

Simone stepped hesitantly towards us from where she had been quietly standing and Julia wrapped her in a big hug, and gave her a long kiss. "Oh, you're so beautiful, and just what Andy needs. All his friends were so worried he would turn into a sad lonely old man." 

"Thanks for the vote of confidence," I responded. Julia gestured dismissively in my direction. 

Simone smiled at them and said, "No, you've got wrong, I need him, and I'm going to turn him into my wonderful dirty old man" 

Mike just snorted and burst out laughing.

I just looked at them, and I couldn't keep the smile off my face. "God, I've missed you guys, it's been too long." The three of us huddled and became four as I drew Simone in, we stood with our arms around each other, not saying a word, just luxuriating in the moment and the connection with each other. 

I said, with the tears rolling down my face," That's enough. We need to get you settled in. Let's get your bags and I'll show you to your cabin." 

I took them on board and we dropped their cases off in the guest cabin. Then I gave them the quick tour before leaving them in their cabin to settle in. Simone and I settled down on a lounger with a drink waiting for them. 

Thirty minutes later we were all lounging around on the sun deck organizing the trip for next few days. Julia had copied Simone and wore a bikini. Even at forty eight she had a body to die for. I had on my customary shorts and tee shirt, and Mike was wearing the same. 

Simone was perched on the edge of my sun bed and I was gently stroking her hair as it tumbled down her back. I'd opened a bottle of the local wine and we were all well into our second glass. She settled down beside me tucking her legs up and curling up against me.

"Well, you kept this very quiet," Julia commented, looking in the direction of Simone. "Just how long have you known each other?" 

I made a show of looking at my watch, then after looking thoughtfully at Simone said. "Err, I think it's been about 22...could be 23....." 

"What, weeks?.....days?"

"No, hours." 

"HOURS!" she spluttered. Mike needed to pat her back to stop her choking. 

"Yep, we've agreed she's going to road test me for the next week. If she likes what she sees, I get to keep her." 

"So far, I like what I see," she said leaning back so I could put my arm around her and kiss the back of her neck. The back of her hand was delicately resting on the inside of my thigh. 

I announced, "Ok, it's decision time, we can stay here and start the trip tomorrow, but," I gestured at the village, "you have to admit it's not very secluded here. I saw a nice spot a couple of miles upstream as I was arriving. What do we think, should we move tonight?" 

Everyone looked at each other. Julia said, "We think we need to move." 

"Let's go." 

"Yes," came the responses.

I said, "Right, that was an easy decision."

I stood and looked at them "Right then crew let's get started. I'll get the engine started. Mike, when I say, could you release the mooring lines and stow the gangplank. Girls could you please clear the glasses and bottles. Julia, crewman Simone will show you where they go." 

Mike looked at Julia with a broad smile, "I told you he was going to treat us like slaves." 

"Paying slaves," I pointed out. "I get the best of both worlds. You pay me to boss you around."

With a smile they set about their tasks. As Simone was descending into the main cabin, she paused and asked, "As crew do I get a cute uniform and cap?" 

I grinned and said, "I sort of like the idea of the bikini as your official uniform. I think there's a cap the kids bought me, it's somewhere in the cabin." 

"Cool," and she disappeared. 

I turned the key in the ignition and with a low deep thrum the engine started, I let the revs settle and waited a few moments until the gauges steadied. "Now," I called to Mike and I used the bow and stern thrusters to hold us in place. After a minute or so he entered the wheelhouse and gave me the thumbs up. 

As I started to ease Rosie away from the mooring, the girls appeared from below. I had to stifle a laugh as Simone stood there resplendent in her bikini and my captain's cap. Mike just gave a wolf whistle.

I used the bow thruster to swing the bow upstream and easing the throttle forwarded we set off at a fast walking pace. 

"Why so slow?" Mike asked 

"The speed limit on this section is only eight kph, that's about five miles an hour; it's to prevent bank erosion. In any case would you really want to rush through this beautiful countryside?" 

"No, I just wondered, that's all."

I sat on the captain's chair in front of the wheel and controls. Simone came and sat sideways on my lap. She draped her arm around me and lay her head on my chest. She wriggled her butt and smiled as she felt me stiffen beneath her. Julia stood behind us and put her arms around us both as Mike stood beside her rubbing her back in a seductive way. We watched the scenery pass by the open doors. I usually kept the windows and doors open for the cooling breeze. 

I told them it should take about thirty minutes to reach the spot I'd seen earlier. 

"There's a small island in the main channel and the river divides. I think that we should moor in the side channel," I said. "It should be nice and quiet, I wouldn't have seen if I hadn't spotted a small boat nip down it to avoid me." 

Mike looking along the length of Rosie and asked me, "Do you think she will fit?"

"She should do," I replied. "I checked it on the chart afterwards and it's shown as an occasional mooring." 

Julia gave Simone, then me a kiss. She went and stood arm in arm with Mike, their heads resting together. After a little I saw that we were coming up to the side channel and asked Mike if he could go forward and ready the bowline. "Wait until she's lost her head way, then I will use the bow and stern thrusters to move us hard against the bank," I said. "Then you just need to step over and attach us to the mooring point." 

"No problem."

"Can I do anything?" asked Simone. 

"Could you do the same with the stern line please."

"Yes, captain." 

"Here we go," I said as we pulled into the side channel. Mike and Simone moved to their places at the bow and stern. 

As I manoeuvred Rosie towards the bank, Julia stood behind me and placed her hand on my shoulders. Her fingertips stroked my neck signalling that she still liked to be in physical contact with me.

She bent down and spoke to me in a near whisper, "We have really missed you, can we join you tonight?" The tone in her voice and the whisper left no doubt about what she meant.

For a moment, I was quiet. Then as Rosie came to a stop, I call out to the other two. "Can you moor us, please?" 

I turned to Julia and said, "It's something I need to discuss with Simone before I can agree. She's been hurt recently, and I don't want to do anything to hurt her again."

I thought for a moment and added, "Julia, I've told her that the three of us were an item in the past, and she seemed to understand. But it's important to me that we do nothing that could jeopardise our relationship." 

"I understand, look I'll talk to her later -- girl to girl," Julia offered. "I'll make sure she know that she comes first with you, and that we are not a threat." 

"Thanks. That's a good idea."

With that the others returned. 

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And we all talk

The sun was dipping towards the horizon before we got everything squared away. While I fired up the barbecue and set up the table and chairs on the rear deck, the others disappeared below deck to freshen up. I lit several citronella candles in an attempt to keep the bugs away. 

I could hear Julia and Mike talking, their voices drifting through the open windows in their cabin below me. Their voices were too low for me to understand. I rather suspected I knew what the subject was. After a while their voices morphed into the sounds of passion, getting steadily louder and more urgent. I swear I could feel the boat rocking. 

I smiled and left them to their fun. I went down to the galley and got the steaks and the salad out of the fridge. I could hear the sound of the shower and Simone singing drifting through the cabin. 

Like a Humming bird to nectar, I navigated towards the sound, shedding my clothes on the way. I slipped into the shower and put my arms around her. She turned, smiled and before I could do anything, sank to her knees and took my rapidly growing cock in her mouth. She proceeded to give me one of the best blow-jobs of my life. 

She started with long slow licks from the base of the shaft to the head. Each time she reached the head, she would tickle the hole in the mushroom head with the tip of her tongue. Then she would return the way she'd come, all the while she was cupping and stroking my balls. She took the shaft in her hand stroking it firmly. She swallowed the throbbing head, sucking and running her tongue around it. 

It was like liquid fire was running up and down my cock. I could barely stand, I needed to lean back against the shower wall. My legs were shaking, and I was quickly reaching the point of no return. She could feel my balls tensing up and she swallowed as much of my shaft as she could, sucking all the time. I came with a deep groan and a spasm that shook me from my toes to my ears. It felt like I came forever and all the while she kept swallowing. 

I gasped, trying to get my breath back. She stood and kissed me, my cum dribbling down her chin. She flicked her tongue into my mouth for me to taste. Then she left me standing alone under the water, as she gathered a towel from the rack and walked to the cabin drying her sexy body. 

After washing myself down, I joined her in our cabin and sat on the bed beside her. She was drying her hair and I helped, running a brush through her golden locks.

"My god, that was amazing," I told her. 

She smiled coyly, "Just part of the road test, and that's a big tick in the 'yes' box for having a great tasting dick."

I heard the others moving about and stood up. 

I said, "I should go and get the food started. I need to get the steaks on the grill." 

I found a clean pair of shorts and tee shirt. I dressed quickly and kissed her, before returning to the galley and collected the food and a couple of bottles of wine. I heard her call that she would be five minutes and went up to the deck. 

Julia and Mike were standing on the deck with their arms around each other watching the last of the sunset. When they heard me appear they turned and drew me into their embrace.

"God, I've missed you both," I told them. "How are you feeling, I heard you enjoying yourselves earlier. It sounded like you were having fun." 

"We missed you, I wish you had joined us," Julia said. 

"I know," I replied "but you know why I can't just yet." 

"We understand," Mike agreed. 

I started cooking the steaks on the grill. Mike handed me a glass of wine, as Simone appeared. Her beauty took my breath away. She was dressed in a white silk top and a matching short skirt, you could tell she wasn't wearing a bra, you could clearly see the outline of her nipples through the sheer material. 

I just stood there, mesmerised, until Mike yelled, "Christ, don't burn the steaks man!" 

Mike said, "Give me those." He took the tongs from me and pushed me in Simone's direction. 

I walked over to her and just held her in my arms, breathing in her scent. I felt Julia move in close and hold us both. 

We stayed like that until we heard Mike tell us, "Any longer and the only thing we can do for these steaks is to hold a funeral." That was that, we broke apart and I collected the steaks from Mike and placed the plate on the table.

We sat down around the table and we ate our slightly singed steaks. At least I hadn't burnt the salad. To help we washed them down with copious amounts of the local red wine. 

I held out my glass for Mike to fill and smiled to myself. I asked them, "Do you remember in Saudi if a bottle of wine was more than three weeks old, we would call it vintage?"

That brought smiles to Mike and Julia faces and a look of shock to Simone.

Mike said, "We really drank some rubbish didn't we." 

Julia asked, "My god, do you remember Maggie's bath tub gin?" The three of us shuddered in recollection. 

Was it that bad?" asked Simone.

Julia looked at her and said, "I'd rather drink paint striper than that ... but at the time, for our alcohol deprived group, it seemed pretty good." 

That opened the floodgates of our memories. The three old Saudi hands spent the next hour or so, happily reminiscing. We introducing Simone to our lives in Saudi and the worlds we had jointly experienced. 

Several hours later Mike looked at us, "That's it I'm afraid, I'm done in. This old man needs his beauty sleep." He stood, kissed each of us and disappeared in the direction of their cabin. 

I looked at the girls, "Nightcap anyone?" I asked, and they both nodded "Let's have it downstairs, these gnats are getting a bit annoying." 

We cleared the table and dumped the remains in the galley, and moved to the main cabin. I poured us each a glass of Grand Marnier, and we sat down on the couch with Simone between us. 

As we sipped our drinks, Julia turned to Simone and said, "Mike and I are so happy that you and Andy are together. I just know in my guts that the pair of you are going to work out." 

Simone grinned and nodded her head. 

Julia continued, "But us coming to seeing him was not the real reason we are here. We had an ulterior motive. We miss him and we are not the only ones." 

"We came here for several reasons, but they all boil down to the same thing. We loved Ros, and still we love Andy. We always will, and we are not the only ones! We all felt he had mourned Ros for long enough. It is time for him to live again. And if we couldn't convince him, there were others from the 'family' that were going to come and try." 

She paused for a moment as though she was collecting her thoughts. "You need to understand, he and Ros were the glue that kept us all together. If anyone in the 'family' had a problem, they were the ones we would go to. They kept us sane in an insane world, they were the rock we could depend on, and losing Ros and then Andy tore the heart out of us." 

I was a bit shocked by this outpouring. 

Her voice rose, "And we still need him! He's just not aware of the place he has in our hearts."

She took Simone's head in her hands, and kissed her, a long slow kiss from the depths of her soul.

"Do you understand?" she asked. 

"I think so," came Simone's reply. "I need him because he completes me, makes me feel whole and safe, and I think that's what he does for you." I held out my hand and she took it gratefully. 

"Not just me, there are many others that he and Ros touched, and nurtured." 

Simone looked at me "I knew the moment I saw him that there was something special there, and he was the one I needed." 

She looked at Julia and continued, "I love him, and I know you do, it feels so right. Just knowing he's there is enough, the rest is just like icing on the cake."

Julia looked at both of us but spoke to Simone "Mike knows what I'm about to do, and is happy for us, and when you feel the time is right he would like to join us and show you. Please don't be scared, I don't want to take Andy away from you, but I want to let you see how much we love him and you."

She stood and held out her hand to Simone who looked at me for reassurance and then displayed relief when I nodded. She joined Julia. They both walked to the sleeping cabin, Julia turned to me, "Come on, it's about all of us, and we both need you." 

I stood and slowly followed them thinking about all that Julia had said. I'd known what we had, had been very special, and I remember the visits, the moments of fulfilment, the feeling of loving and being loved, but I hadn't realised how important it had been to the others. To Ros and me, it had been the natural order of things. 




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I reached the room still musing, knowing I would need to discuss this further with Simone. The girls were sitting on the edge of the bed waiting for me. I sat quietly on the edge of the bed. 

Julia whispered to me, "Let me help Simone." 

So I sat on the edge of the bed and watched as Julia undressed, then slowly and delicately removed Simone's clothes. 

She drew Simone into a long passionate sapphic kiss. Gradually their hands began moving slowly over each other's bodies: learning each other's secrets, stroking, rubbing, teasing, and pinching -- even seeking out each other's hidden places. It was a ballet of eroticism, and beautiful to behold.

I watched as they lay down holding each other. Simone looked at me and I lent forward and kissed her. I murmured words of encouragement to both of them. 

Julia slid first one then a second finger into Simone's pussy. Simone copied her movements and Julia moaned. They moved their fingers slowly at first, then more urgently as they each sought to bring the other to fulfilment. 

I saw Julia move her thumb and tease and rub Simone's clit and Simone followed suit, the moans and cries of delight were building to a tumultuous conclusion. They both came within seconds of each other, the first triggering the second. Shudders racking their bodies, as they both leant forward, their bodies coming together, heads bowed, supporting each other as they slowly returned to normalcy. 

As they slowly recovered, they turned their attention to me. I watched them reach out to undress me, and drew me down to lie between them. Simone began renewing her earlier acquaintance with my engorged prick, the turgid head looking larger than I remembered. Julia kissed me then nibbled and sucked my nipples. She alternated her attention from one to the other, sending tingles through my chest. They were turning me on so much I had to participate. 

I slid one hand between Julia's legs, letting my fingers caress her clit and moist pussy lips. I used my other hand to stroke Simone's hair and caress her back. I dipped one, then two and finally three fingers into Julia's sodden cunt. 

I was reaffirming my acquaintance with that familiar place. I remembered all the tucks and folds from previous visits over the years. But I was seeking her G spot. My fingers remembered the way, zeroing in and teasing it with that come hither motion. I moved my finger for several minutes. All the while her moans grew louder until she peaked. I felt her cunt spasm and tighten on my fingers as she came with a loud cry. Then she collapsed with her head on my chest, her lips seeking mine in a feverish kiss. 

Simone looked up at me, her hands round the shaft of my cock. I drew her up and we kissed. She gently caressed Julia's back and looked deeply into my eyes. 

She whispered, "You've been lovers for a very long time haven't you?" 

I nodded and said, "For over twenty-five years, but it wasn't just the two of us. All four of us were lovers over the years -- me, Ros, Mike, and Julia."

Julia opened her eyes, and whispered, "Don't worry I'm not trying to steal him from you. He loves you and I love Mike, but oh God every time he touches me I dissolve into a pool of molten lust."

She bent forward and drew Simone into a long deep sapphic kiss that dissolved into the pair of them kissing my face, neck, and chest.

I coughed and pointed out to them that my poor abandoned cock was starting to wilt. The girls giggled and Julia slid down to kiss and restore him to his former glory. When he was standing tall in all his glory, Simone sat up and swung her leg over me and cowgirl style she rose above me. Julia grasped my shaft and rubbed my cock head along Simone's kitty lips. 

Simone sank down until I was fully embedded, deep inside her body. She groaned as I filled her, her velvet-soft vagina enclosing and caressing my cock. Slowly at first, then faster and faster she rode me, all the while giving little cries of pleasure. I was pushing up to meet her. Deeper and deeper, I seemed to reach, my grunts of pleasure mingled with her cries until you could not tell where one started and the other finished. 

My balls grew heavy and I could feel my orgasm building to a peak. With a final cry I came. Ropes of jism jetting from my cock filling her cunt. As she felt the warmth fill her, she came. A long shuddering cry filled the room and her cunt tightened down imprisoning me in her.

Simone sank forward on top of me, and her breathing slowed down. She fell asleep where she lay with me still firmly embedded inside her. Julia drew the bed covers up to cover us. She wriggled into a comfortable position by my side, and lay her head on my shoulder. Within a few minutes she was also asleep. I just lay there enveloped and surrounded by the women I loved, and slowly joined them in sleep. 

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To be continued

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Tales of Dirty Old Man Ch. 03



I describe myself as a wannabe Dirty old man, not because I am one, but because as my best friend Karen keeps telling me, there is no higher accolade and so I should aim to be one.

This is the third chapter in this series - I would strongly advise you to read the previous chapters in order before this one.

Again many thanks to Romantic1 for all his insight and help - any errors are mine.

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Julia slid to the side allowing Simone to collapse on top of me. Her breathing slowed down and she fell asleep where she lay with me still firmly embedded inside her. Julia wriggled into a comfortable position by my side, and within a few moments was also asleep. I just lay there enveloped and surrounded by the women I loved, and slowly joined them in sleep. 

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The 'family' rekindled 

At some point during the night Simone had slipped off me and was on her side still lost to the world. I was woken by the warm sensation of a mouth on my partially erect cock. Julia looked up at me and grinned as I rose to the occasion and resumed my full eight inches. She rolled the glans around her mouth and gave the head a kiss, then rose above me and straddled my hips and began to leisurely ride herself to an orgasm. 

She bent forward and wriggling her pelvis whispered in my ear, "god you don't know how I've missed this feeling of you inside of me, cum inside me please." 

We moved in sync and a few minutes later I came as I felt the wall of her cunt spasm as her orgasm hit her. I don't know were it all came from but I could feel my jism fill her and we both moaned in pleasure and satisfaction. 

I thought that Simone was still asleep, but as I curled up behind her and put my arm around her, she took it and placed my hand on her breast and sighed contentedly. Julia slipped in behind me and her arm went around my waist and sleep took us all again. 

I woke in the morning to the twinkling of lights on the cabin ceiling, as the early morning sunlight reflecting off the water shone through the cabins portholes. I was still spooned up behind Simone and Julia was tucked in behind me, her leg was draped over mine. I could hear that quiet almost sensual snore that was one of my fondest memories of the times she had shared our bed. 

As I lay there I kept coming back to the revelations of last night. I knew that the family members, who over the years had shared their lives, their hopes and their love with Ros and I, had been a big influence to us. What I hadn't consciously realised was how much of an influence, it seems, we had been to them. I had always thought of the pair of us, as their best friends and occasional lovers not as a group guru - I had completely missed that dynamic. Had Ros? Looking back I think don't so, in fact I'm sure she hadn't, some of her comments in her last few weeks made much more sense to me now. 

What worried me was that if this really was the case, what I had done to them all when I had withdrawn into myself. Christ, I was going to have to do a hell of a lot of bridge building. 

My thoughts were interrupted as I felt a stirring behind me and a hand came between Simone and me seeking out my morning erection, which was nestling between Simone's legs. 

"Morning love, did you sleep well?" I asked quietly, gently turning towards her in order not to disturb Simone 

"Mmmmmmmm, the best in a long while," she said as she began to slowly stroke my dick.

"As much as I love this attention, I think there is another very generous man who needs you even more than I do back there," I said pointing towards the other cabin. 

"You always knew the right thing to say," she told me. She slid out of the bed, bent down and gently kissed me then headed back towards Mike. 

I turned back towards Simone spooning her and sliding my still erect prick back between her buttocks. She gave a little shiver, my first indication she was awake. I reached around and gently stoked her breast and felt her give a little sigh and wriggle her buttocks back into my groin. Her hand reached down between her legs and grasped me and began rubbing my head along her kitty lips. After a minute or so of this, she eased me inside her moist cavern. 

We made love, it wasn't sex; it was a feeling of completeness. As I came I could feel her gently shuddering all over. As we lay there basking in the afterglow I heard her murmur, "Another tick!" 

I climbed out of the bed and headed for the shower. I really needed to ease the aches I was suffering from, a result of the copious amounts of sex my battered old body had enjoyed.

A quick shower and I felt a new man, an old one but a happy one. The smell of coffee drew me to the galley. I slipped a pair of shorts and a sport shirt on, and walked in. When I saw the Cunningham's I felt overdressed as they sat at the breakfast counter sipping fresh coffee. Mike was in a pair of Speedo's and Julia in her bikini bottoms. I pulled the shirt off and a life-giving cup of coffee was placed in my hand. Behind me I could hear Simone in the shower. 

I looked at Mike, "Thank you," I told him. "You don't know what that meant to Simone and me. You are the best."

"And Julia darling, I love you, not just for your kindness to an old man, and what you were to Ros, but for your generosity to Simone. It looks like I'm going to need to rebuild a few bridges with the family," I continued. 

Julia smiled, "You really don't know do you? There is something I would like to show you. I don't suppose we have an Internet connection?" 

"Surprisingly, yes; the satellite dish doubles up, let me set it up." 

She stood up and went to their cabin and returned with a laptop. She began fussing about with it. "Password?" She asked. 

I smiled "Rosie m, all caps, no space." 

"Of course." 

"Hi" came quietly from behind us. Simone stood there looking nervous in shorts and halter.

"Ah yes I forgot to tell you, there is a new crew and passenger uniform code." I told her picking up the cap she'd left on the counter last night. "For the crew it's just the cap." 

She took it with a laugh and slipped her top off, and placed the cap on her head and gave us a twirl. 

Mike smiled, "That's my kind of uniform." 

Simone surprised me by giving him a long deep kiss and whispering in his ear, "Thank you," before sitting down on my lap. 

"Yes, we are in," said Julia. 

"And?" 

"Shut up and look," she passed me the laptop and I looked at the page displayed 

It was well designed; in fact I recognise the style. "Kirsten's work?" I asked. 

"Yes, your daughter does good work." 

The banner at the top simply read The Family Help Page, below which was a row of photos, most of whom I recognized, some I didn't. The ones in the centre were of Ros and myself. Down one side were couple of blank video chat windows, in the middle was a news board, below it a chat message window and along the bottom a series of links. Dotted all over were Kirsten's trademark tiny animated anime characters.

Flashing in the middle of the news board was this message.

WE FOUND HIM, HE'S BACK WITH US

I saw that the boarder of Julia's photo was flashing. I pointed at it and raised my eyebrows in a mute question 

"It means I'm on line." 

There came a chime from the counter, I looked and saw it was Mike's phone.

"Message alert," he said pointing at the news board.

What the hell was going on? 

"I think you need to explain all of this," I told them. 

"It simple, after the funeral we could see you closing down, isolating yourself from the rest of us. As I told you last night there were a number of us that felt because we had needed you both, we would still need you, to keep us on the straight and narrow. When we couldn't talk to you I started a simple message board so the rest of us could keep in touch." 

"I asked Kirsten to keep us up to date with your progress. She developed the site in to what you see now, The Family Help Page. When she found Ros's diary we were able to contact everyone in the family."

I pushed the laptop away, I had tears in my eyes and Simone was trying to kiss them away, chasing them down my face with her lips. She kept saying, "I love you," over and over again. 

Mike and Julia wrapped their arms around us and held us. No words were needed. 

Finally Julia spoke, "I think you are wanted." She said pointing at the laptop. 

I looked at it, the damn thing was going crazy, most of the photos were flashing, all the video chat windows were live and the messages in the chat window were scrolling past so fast you couldn't read them. 

Christ where do I start, I looked pleadingly at Julia. She clicked an icon I hadn't noticed and a new video chat window opened and that was a new problem as framed in the middle were Simone's breasts. She shot off my lap with a scream as I frantically tried to find the off button. 

"Clothes, we need clothes," I cried. Simone reappeared with my shirt, as she slipped her abandoned top back on. 

As I dressed I told them I need five minutes to get ready, and then thought again. 

"That TV" pointing at it in the main cabin "is connected to my PC with its own keyboard and web cam, we can use that." 

Five minutes later we were sitting on the sofa ready. Interestingly I already had a profile curtsy of my daughter - I really need to change my password, she had even used mine. 

So apparently for the first time in the site's history, my photo was flashing and I was ready to go. I had asked Julia about the black boarder around Ros's photo and got a "What else could we do?" answer. She also has a profile; her's is number one, mine, two. 

And so we went live. And for the next hour or so I told them why I had gone underground, what I was doing, introduced Simone. I renewed friendships, met new partners and children whom seemed to think I was a long lost grandfather. 

"We need to talk about all this," I told Julia, as she and Simone brought me breakfast and kept my coffee cup full. 

As people left others joined, and the number on my personal message icon just grew and grew.

I finally pleaded exhaustion, and logged off. 

"So how many are there in the family," I asked. 

"There are really only twelve of us. The original five, then Peter got married to Ann, so that was one more. Then he got divorced." 

"I remember that," I said and I recalled the visits from one or the other of them during that period. Then Ann met Paul and they came to stay and it had just seemed right that Paul had entered our bed. 

"Then Peter married Angela." I smiled remembering the bubbly Angie, "then others came and went and so it carried on," she continued. "Ros knew them all, the core and the friends. Who needed help, and who could help if you or she couldn't." 

Julia added, "But it always seemed to be you who knew the right thing to say or do for every situation we threw at you." 

"But isn't that what friends do for friends," I replied.

"Yes ... But you just did it without thinking, it was instinctive to you. I just didn't understand until now that you hadn't realised we were seeking you out for help." She shook her head, "That's enough brooding over spilt milk; we have the rest of the week to talk and", she said pointing at Simone "your lady needs you."

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Simone again ...

And she did, she was sitting quietly in the other chair with her legs curled up under her and she looked so lost. I went and sat on the floor beside her and asked what was wrong. 

"You've found your friends and family, and I don't know if there is a place for me in it." 

"Don't be silly," I told her, "You became part of the family the second I met you." 

Julia came over "You're my sister, my lover, our lover," she told her whilst indicating the rest of us. 

I stood and pulled her to me, she just stood there shaking in my arms. "You really do want me," she said with insecurity, wonder, and surprise in her voice. 

"Of course." 

A smile lit up her face and she wrapped her body around mine, throwing her whole being behind the kiss that seemed to go on forever. 

I looked at Julia and Mike, "Could you sort out some food for yourselves, we need some time together." 

"No problem, go." 

We headed to our cabin, and just stood there facing each other for what seemed ages, then, tentatively she reached out her hand and ran her finger down my face playing with my beard. I responded by stroking her shoulder then running my fingers down her free arm until I reached her hand. I drew it to my mouth and kissed each of her fingers. 

I gently removed her top, and kneeling in front of her slid her shorts down and off her legs. I leant forward and gave her clit a delicate lick. This was not the time to rush things I thought. I slowly worked my tongue up her body; I visited her belly button and moved higher. I alternated the licks with little kisses and nibbles. Each time I moved she gave a little moan. 

I reached the underside of her breasts and licked around the edges and then in towards the centre and kissed her nipple. She groaned with pleasure then whimpered as I moved to her other breast. Again, I teased and licked my way into the nipple before taking in my mouth. I felt her legs shake against my body and her groans grew louder as I increase my assault of her nipples. With a final long drawn out groan she came, and I could see her juices begin oozing down the inside of her thighs. 

Simone pulled me upright as she removed my shirt, then kneeling she un-buttoned my shorts letting my ridged cock out of his prison. The shorts dropped to the floor and she took me all the way into her mouth. This was all about pleasure as she lavished her soul into the ultimate blowjob. There was no way I was going to last any length of time and within a few moments I could feel the tension building to bursting point in my balls. Then like liquid fire my orgasm burst out and she could barely contain my cum in her mouth. I could feel her frantically swallowing to make room. 

She pulled back down my shaft, draining every last drop from me, and then licked up all the evidence. I stayed as hard as I had ever been and she smiled in anticipation. She moved to the bed and lay down on her back with her knees raised and spread open and her arms held out to me. I moved above her and with little ceremony sank deeply inside her dripping channel. She wrapped her legs and arms around me forcing in even further. We both groaned in pleasure and I began thrusting, slowly at first but with her encouraging me, faster and faster. Our cries and groans reached epic proportions. 

I came with a shuddering explosion and my outpouring of cum in her cunt triggered her orgasm. 

"Oh, fuck meeeeee," I cried. 

"I think I just did," she gasped out. 

We lay there, our chests heaving; basking in the afterglow as I slowly shrank to normal proportions and fell out of her. I slid down until my head was between her thighs and started to lick and clean her kitty lips and fur. She tensed and began moaning anew. 

"I can't cum again it's too soon," she groaned. I said nothing as I continued to lick, and suck and nip at her kitty lips and clit. 

Her moans grew louder and she cried out, "Fuck........... fuck......... fuck.... FUCK..FUUUUUUUUUUUK, I'm cuuuuming." Her thighs slammed shut around my head and her fingernails were digging into my scalp. 

Christ, she's going to kill me, I thought, then she relaxed and her thighs fell away and I could move. 

"I love you," she gasped, then she curled up on her side, I crawled up behind her and in a few moments we were dozing. 

I woke to a hand stroking my back, I looked to see Julia with her finger to her lips, and she motioned me to follow her. 

"There's a problem and I don't know what to do. All the power is gone and I was in the middle of cooking." 

"It's ok it's just the batteries, I forgot to switch the packs earlier." 

I slip my shorts on and went to the wheelhouse and started the generator, then reset the breakers that had isolated the solar panels and Rosie came back to life.

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And three became four

"I will leave the jenny running for the moment," I told Julia as I joined her in the galley. "Where's Mike?" 

"Getting some sun on deck." 

"Same old Mike," I laughed and then more seriously. "Look is he ok with this? Simone and I are rather monopolising you and it's supposed to your trip."

"I wouldn't worry about that," she told me. "Our original plan was for me to fuck you silly, for as long as it took, until you pulled your head out of your ass and woke up."

"What!!!" I spluttered.

"We were told we weren't to leave until you were back."

I looked at her for a long while after that revelation. 

"Christ, I need a drink!" I told her.

I opened a bottle and poured a couple of glasses of wine and then a third after hearing Mike appear behind me. "Were you aware of your wife's plan for my body," I asked him and started drinking. 

"Her plan, you mean my plan don't you?"

I spluttered and then started to choke - memo to self- don't breath in with a mouthful of wine. 

"I didn't have a chance did I?" 

"Nope, Simone just beat us to the punch, that's all." Julia said. "She's a wonderful woman; you need her." 

I looked at them, "You both know how much I was missing Ros, and how big a hole she left. Well Simone fills that hole in a way I thought I would never experience again. I look at her, and I sense Ros smiling beside us."

"We know," Mike said. "We could see it in your face the first time we saw you together." 

Julia looked at me "I'm going to wake her up, and we're going to have some girl bonding time, so you two need to clean up the mess". "Mike darling, the casserole needs to go into the oven for two hours; I've set the temperature just pop it in will you."

We acknowledged her orders as she disappeared in Simone's direction. "So," I said looking at him as we pottered about in the galley "not exactly what I had planned for your visit!" 

Mike looked at me with his trademark grin "Bro, how many times did that happen to us in the past, perfect plans shot to hell the second our women got involved?" 

"God, yes, remember that fishing trip, six months planning, six hours to get to the lake, three more to set up, and just as we made our first casts, there was the call, and we had to go home." 

I picked up a bottle and the laptop and we took our glasses and went back on deck, and guessing that the girls could be some time, we got comfortable. 

Mike and I continued reminiscing as I read a few emails before logging on to the family page. I was please but surprised to see Simone's picture had been added to the gallery. Julia must have taken it yesterday when we were all sitting around on deck. I opened my messages and they all seemed to say the same thing: 'We missed you, we love you, when can we see you, can I/we stay, please visit us.' I could feel the tears welling up, and Mike the friend that he is said nothing, just kept my glass full, and let me know he was there for me. 

I finally looked at him, "I really didn't get it did I?"

"Oh, you got it; you just didn't realise you got it, that's all". "Ros used to tell us, you would always do the right thing for each situation; you just didn't realise you had." 

I found a message from my daughter Kirsten promising me all forms of bodily abuse next time she saw me, because I hadn't told her or Chris her brother about Simone before anyone else, and could I please, please check the calendar link and approve the dates. 

Calendar, what bloody calendar I thought. I found it in the links at the bottom of the page and opened it. Christ, I thought I'm going kill her as the full implications hit home. 

"Have you seen this?" I asked Mike pointing at the screen. 




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"No." 

There on the screen was a calendar with the innocent title Rosie M and the comment that she could only accommodate two possibly three guests at a time. There were already dates filled in. I frantically started to block dates, otherwise Simone and I would have no time alone. Honestly, I was going to kill her. "What was she thinking?" I asked Mike. 

"I guess she wanted to stake her claim first," Mike replied pointing at an entry in four weeks time, 'Kirsten/Christina.' 

"Your daughter Christina?" I asked. 

"Yes, you do know that they are an item?"

"Good god, any more revelations I need to know about?" 

"The thought upsets you?"

"Of course not, it's just another thing I didn't know, that's all." 

We sat there in silence for a long while as I pondered the changes I had experienced these past couple of days. My contemplation came to an end as our beautiful women made an appearance. They were both similarly dressed in short silky flowing sundresses, Simone's was white and Julia's pale yellow. Their hair was wet from the shower, and they exuded that just fucked glow which made me guess that they hadn't showered alone. 

Simone came over and sat on Mike's lap and kissed him deeply as Julia came and sat on mine. "I love your wife," she told him, "and I know I will love you," and settled back in his arms. She looked at me and mouthed, "I love you," then smiled oh so contentedly. Julia curled up on me, and nibbled my ear as she whispered, "I missed you so much; never go away again." 

We sat like that for a while watching the sun dip towards the horizon before Julia rose, and gathering Simone headed towards the galley. Mike and I took the hint and got the table ready, just in time for the girls to reappear with the food and drinks. The meal was a tasty chicken casserole with garlic and rosemary roast veg. The wine was plentiful. 

The girls spent the meal swapping laps and teasing us, enjoying being feed by the men, until finally settling with their lovers. Simone and I retreated to one of the loungers, the Cunningham's the other, and to the sound of the night insects, started to make out like teenagers again. 

With one arm holding her tight and our mouths locked together, my free hand began sliding up Simone's thigh under her dress pausing briefly at the junction of her legs to stroke her kitty through the sodden material of her thong. I continued higher and ran my fingertips all over her belly; she gave little whimpers of pleasure each time my fingers moved. 

Simone eased away from me just enough for her to be able to remove her dress, then she was back in my arms firing little kisses all down my neck and chest as my fingers trickled all the way from the top to the bottom of her back. Her skin shivered under my fingers and she gave a little moan of pleasure, "Oh god" she whispered. "I love it when you do that, my skin feels like it's on fire." 

I placed my fingers around the edge of her breast, and slowly and oh so gently slid the fingertips up and around the firm flesh and her areole until they met at the engorged nipple. I moved back and forth from breast to breast, each time I reached her nipple she gave the shuddering groan of a micro orgasm. 

Julia was panting in counterpoint from the lounger beside us and I looked, seeing her husband's head moving between her thighs, while she played with her nipples. She sensed me looking and held out her hand. I took it in mine and we held hands for a few moments reaffirming our love, before returning to our lovers. 

I slid my hand under Simone's thong, her lips were incredibly swollen and wet, her clit stood up like a miniature penis. My thumb began rolling it around as my fingers slid between her lips and into her dripping channel. Touching her G-spot made her writhe in new ways. The movement of my fingers and thumb burst her over the edge and she came, shuddering in my arms for the longest time, with a long drawn out scream that died to a series of whimpers. 

As Simone's orgasm died down we could hear Julia's building to a crescendo 

"Oh fuck..........oh fuck........oh fuck.....Fuck...FUUUUUUUUUK MEEEEE." And she came. 

In the silence that followed we looked at them and each other and came to an unspoken agreement. We led them to our cabin and removing the last of our clothes settled on the bed. With a laugh, the girls swapped partners and took our pricks in their mouths, it became a race, them to see who could make their victim cum first, us to try and hold out the longest. 

For one brief moment, I had the sudden realisation that the last time I had been with Julia and Mike in a similar situation, Ros had been the other woman, but then seeing the expression of love Simone sent me as she licked up and down Mike's prick made everything right again. 

I blame my momentary loss of concentration, as to why a few moments later I surrendered to the exquisite tongue and mouth technique Julia employs, and came in torrents in her mouth. Simone saw and renewed her attack and moments later Mike's cum was dripping down her face and breasts. She used her finger to collect some and taste him, and grinned. Julia kissed her and shared some of my cum she had saved in her mouth, and then attempted to lick her face clean. Mike being gentleman he is, got some damp towels and cleaned them both up. 

Simone turned to me, "That was so much fun, I love watching Julia make you cum, and tasting Mike, I have never felt as safe in bed as I do with you and your friends." 

She buried her head into my chest and hugged me tightly, and whispered to me, "It was so different before, they would hurt me, take their pleasure and give me none." 

Julia overheard and hugged us both. "He really does love you and will keep you safe," she told her. "He has looked after both of us for more than twenty years; we would trust him with our lives."

I could feel her body relax, she smiled then kissed me for a long, long time, finally she gave me a positively wicked grin. "I want you to cum in me, but I also want to know what Mike feels like."

"You must try him," Julia hold her. "He's a bit shorter, but thicker, and they feel so different. I love them both, come on let me help you."

She got Mike to lie on his back and sucked him until she felt he was ready for Simone. Then when Simone was positioned properly above him, Julia guided his cock between Simone's outer lips and into her wet cunt. 

"Come down slowly," she told her; "he will stretch you more than Andy, but won't go as deep." 

I watched as Mike slowly disappeared inside Simone. She made little adjustments of her hips to accommodate him. She looked down at him with a look of concentration, "Please no sudden moves," she told him, as she began to gently ride him, "and you mustn't cum in me. I only want Andy to do that. Oh, but you do fill me." 

"Thank you pretty lady," he told her. "Don't worry, I'll give you plenty of warning, you can jump off, and Julia will do the honours," and he began raising his hips to help her start to move. 

"Oh, God, you were right, it does feel good," she told Julia, who was lying on her side with her head on Mike's belly watching intently. Julia reached out and took hold of Simone's clit and as she did a small orgasm shook Simone. 

I moved behind Julia with my firm cock pushing at her buttocks. She eased her legs apart, and I slid all the way home and stayed there. We didn't move, this was not about sex it was a need to be part of Simone's experience. I felt Mike's hand stroke my back as he completed that feeling of oneness. 

Only Simone was making any noise as she moaned quietly as she moved and Julia's muscles fluttered around me in response. She moved her head as close as she could and began to blow on Simone's clit as her fingers tickled it. 

"Oh, I'm cuuuuming," Simone cried and we watched as she shuddered to a halt with her head bent forward and her hair cascading down over Julia's face. After a few moments to recover, she asked Mike if she could continue.

"Please," he told her; "don't worry I will warn you when I'm close," and she started moving again, her face screwed up in concentration. He looked at us, "When she comes." he said" the muscles at her entrance clamp down and the rest ripple and clutch my cock." 

"I know," I told him. "It feels amazing doesn't it?" 

She continued to ride him, her body giving little shivers every now and again reacting to his presence. 

"I'm getting close," he warned her, and she slid off him in one motion. I pulled out of Julia. She climbed on Mike and settled down on him and started to ride him, far more vigorously than Simone had. 

Simone moved to me and I lay back down and she slid me into her. "Oh yes, so different, so much deeper, I can feel you touch my cervix," she whispered and started riding me, matching Julia's motion.

After Simone's attention Mike wasn't able to last very long and came with a shout. Julia groaned in frustration. "Sorry love," he told her "I'm going to need some time before I can get the old fella up again, and I really need to pee," and he padded off to the bathroom. 

Julia looked hungrily at us, and we motioned her over and she got positioned comfortable above my mouth, facing Simone. As Simone continued to exquisitely ride me, I began tonguing Julia's pussy and clit, and Simone stroked and teased her nipples. She dropped her hips a fraction lower, and I was able to bring my lips and teeth into play. 

Simone was panting with pleasure as she gradually picked up the pace and Julia was constantly moaning with a sharp gasp every time I nipped her clit or Simone pinched her nipple. I recalled one of her favourite trigger points, I reached behind her and slid one and then a second finger into her asshole past the resistance of her muscular ring then began massaging her inner membrane. 

She shuddered in delight, "Oh fuck that's so good;" then as I managed to insert the tip of a third in, she screamed and came and her juices flooded out over my face. Mike helped her off me and then sank between her legs and sucked her clean. 

Simone was moving faster and coming down harder on me, panting and moaning. With no Julia in the way I could reach her breasts and I was massaging and pulling her nipples. The walls of her cunt were giving continuous little spasms, clutching and releasing me, and the waves of pleasure were cresting in my groin. With a long drawn out groan I came, my cum surging deep into her sexy body. As she felt the warmth flooding her, she came as well. The ring of muscles around the opening tightened holding me prisoner as the others flexed and contracted milking me dry. Her mouth opened in a mute scream, and then she eased forward and lay down on me, her rock hard nipples poking holes in my chest. Her mouth was seeking mine for a long deep kiss. 

"My God, that looked amazing," said Mike and he gave us both a kiss. 

Julia just looked hungrily at him and pointed at his now very hard prick, "That's mine, you promised," and lying down beside us, pulled him on top, and wrapped her legs around his waist, sucked his cock straight into her cunt. 

We watched as Mike thrust into her in an exhibition of straight fucking for the sake of pure pleasure. It was animalistic in its intensity, their groans were loud, their eyes were closed and their faces tight with concentration as Mike kept thrusting into her and she rose up to meet each thrust. 

I thought that it would be over in a few moments but Mike was reborn, Julia came with a scream, but Mike gave her no time to relax, and continued thrusting without altering his rhythm. She came again a few moments later and then dissolved into one continuous rolling orgasm, until he finally came, arching his back as he thrust into her one final time. 

They collapsed in each other's arms completely spent and we carefully covered them with a bed throw and left them to sleep. As we walked back to their cabin I locked Rosie up, and we borrowed their bed and fell into an exhausted sleep. 

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To be continued 



Tales of Dirty Old Man Ch. 04



The tales of a Dirty old man - Chapter 4

 I describe myself as a wannabe Dirty old man, not because I am one, but because as my best friend Karen keeps telling me, there is no higher accolade and so I should aim to be one.

This is the fourth chapter in this series - I would strongly advise you to read the previous chapters in order before this one

This story would not have been possible without the feedback and encouragement I received from Romantic1

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I thought that it would be over in a few moments but Mike was reborn, Julia came with a scream but Mike gave her no time to relax and continued thrusting without altering his rhythm. She came again a few moments later and then dissolved in one continuous rolling orgasm, until he finally came arching his back as he thrust into her one final time. 

They collapsed in each other's arms completely spent and we carefully covered them with a throw and left them to sleep. As we walked back to their cabin I locked Rosie up and we borrowed their bed and fell into an exhausted sleep. 

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And we find a solution for Simone

I woke the next morning to the early morning sun; Simone was still dead to the world. She looked so peaceful I didn't have the heart to wake her and there were things I needed to do. I had a quick shower and grabbed some clothes. There was no movement from the others so I cleared up last night's mess and generally put Rosie to rights. 

We had been using a lot of clean water, surprise, surprise, the gas bottle was only a quarter full and the grey water tank needed emptying, so I needed to find a service site today. I checked the river and canal charts and found a suitable one just outside Jumeaux about 15 miles upstream, and the bonus was only one lock to navigate. I got a mug of coffee and some toast, and then decided that I might as well get us underway. 

I got the main engine started, fortunately the silencers fitted kept the exhaust noise to a minimum and as the engine warmed up, stepped to the bank and untied us and stowed the mooring lines. I used the bow and stern thrusters to ease Rosie away and then we slowly rejoined the main channel and I picked up speed. 

I love this time of the day on the river; there were still hints of the morning mist on the water and cleanness to the air. There was no other traffic and a lone angler was the only other soul awake and we both acknowledged the beauty of it. 

After an hour Mike appeared wrapped in a towel, clutching a cup of coffee and looking rather worse for wear. "Julia's still dead to the world," he told me. 

"Simone's the same," I said nodding my head in the direction of their cabin. 

"I wondered where you got to, so where are we heading?"

"A marina about another 12 miles upstream, we need fresh water, cooking gas and to empty the foul water tanks." 

"I had intended to do it before we left at La Rochelle but for some reason my mind was on other things."

"I wonder what? She's a wonderful woman, you do know that don't you?" He asked me.

"Christ, don't I know it; I still can't believe she's here. I feel like I've known her all my life but it's only been three days. I don't know what I'll do if she decides to leave after the week's up."

"You won't need to do anything," came her voice from behind us. "I want you to witness this," she told Mike, and she came over to me wearing one of my old tee shirts and put her arms round me "I don't need the rest of the week, the road test is over! Please can I stay with you forever?" 

"Are you sure?"

"Sure? of course I'm sure, I was sure after the first day but I was having too much fun road testing you," she said and kissed me to seal the deal. 

"Welcome to your new life and home," I said and she started to cry, so I hugged her again and tried to kiss away her tears 

"I'm not crying," she insisted, "they're tears of joy. I have you; I have a home and a new family." Then her face fell, "but I've lost my children."

"Don't worry we will get them back one way or the other." I turned to Mike, "Can you get Julia, we need to pick her brains?"

"Sure," he said and disappeared. He reappeared with her after five minutes. 

"Julia, we have some good news, Simone in a fit of insanity has agreed to stay with me, and now we need to do something for her. You know the story with Simone's children?"

"You didn't really think you stood a chance did you, and yes, we've talked about it. It's so sad; the husband sounds a real bastard. It looks like he intentionally set out to alienate her from the children."

"Any guesses why?" I asked

"A couple, I have a suspicion it's financial. After Simone told me her story I had a chat with Peter." She turned to Simone, "Peter is one of the original family members and was the hospital's accountant; he now owns an international financial and asset management agency." She paused, "And he thinks it could be long term play for her father's company."

"How would that work?" Mike asked 

"This is just a guess on his part, but he is checking it out."

"Can we talk to Pete?" I said. 

"Let me get the laptop." She looked at herself; "No, first I wash and get clean clothes."

She disappeared with Mike, and Simone stopped long enough to give me a kiss, before heading off to do likewise, leaving me alone with Rosie and the river. 

Before they all returned I took the opportunity to moor up by a small riverside restaurant, thinking that I didn't want to be distracted while piloting Rosie. The restaurant was closed as it was still only ten-thirty, but I could see someone pottering on the terrace. I went down to the galley and put on a fresh pot of coffee. 

Simone was the first to reappear wearing a short denim skirt and a silvery bikini top, and she came into my arms and kissed me. "I love you," she told me. I stroked her damp hair and looked at her wondering how I could be so lucky. 

The others appeared a few moments later looking a lot fresher and after grabbing cups of coffee we set up the laptop. It took a while to organise but finally Peter's face was peering out at us from the screen. 

He smiled when he saw us all there, and after we had exchanged pleasantries, he started asking Simone some questions.

"Simone your family's name is Laurent? And your husband is Bernard Duval?"

"Yes." 

"Good, I thought that we had the right one," he said to someone off camera, and then the camera zoomed out to show a conference table with Peter and two companions. The first I knew, it was his wife Angela, the second I didn't recognise. 

"Hi Angie, how are you?" I asked as I hadn't spoken to her the day before.

"Missing you ever so much," she replied. She gave Peter a look that could kill and continued "I would have told you that yesterday if someone had come and got me from my meeting and told me you were online."

I heard the muttered "Huh, the under no circumstance interrupt me meeting," from Pete, then he told me "If we don't get to see you soon my life isn't going to be worth squat." Julia laughed and we could see Angie punch Pete's arm then kiss him. 

He introduced the third person "This is David, he's our chief financial investigator, and he will take the lead from now," Peter explained.

"Hi, it's nice to finally meet you, these two have spoken about you so often I feel that I know you," David said. 

"Don't believe anything those two told you about me", I said. "OK, so what did you find?" 

"Laurent et files is an old family owned and run winery and distributer, they own over 150 hectares of prime vineyards and a winery and the family home. There are another 300 hectares owned by local families that provide grapes for the winery. The wine they produce is high quality and their premier cru is highly sought after."

"Interestingly, the business has come through Simone's mother's side of the family, her father married into the business himself. Her mother owned the business not her father, and when she died half her shares went into trust for Simone, the other half in trust for her future grandchildren."

"Are you sure?" She said "I have no shares that I know of." 

"You were sixteen and they were to be held in trust for you until your 21st birthday. The other half were put into a separate trust for your future children, you were supposed to manage them after your 21st and the children would get them on their 21st. If you had no children then the shares would revert to you on your 50th birthday."

"That doesn't make any sense, but I think I remember Bernard getting me to sign some family documents on my birthday." 

"That's right, they were a form of power of attorney, giving your husband control of your shares and the trust." 

"I'm amazed that you found all of this out so quickly, it's been less than a day," I commented. 

"It's all public record if you know where to look," he smiled, "and I know."

"You own the family business," he continued explaining to Simone, "and I think that's the reason Bernard treated you the way he did. By keeping you out of the picture and away from the children he controls your shares and the children's and thus the company. I doubt the children even know of the trust, and I suspect you father is helping him."

"What!" she cried out. She looked at me with tears in her eyes, "My own father!" She was shaking in my arms and all I could do was hold her tight and tell her I loved her over and over again. 

Peter interrupted, "I've asked our lawyers to draft a document rescinding Bernard's power of attorney, do you want us to submit it?" 

"You can do that for me?" She asked. 

"Of course, it's simple you are a member of the family."

"I am?" 

"Yes of course you are, now shut up and listen," I told her.

"And before I was interrupted", said Peter "I was going to explain that we provide financial and legal support to all the family."

"Yes," Simone told him, "and I want to divorce him and get the children back, can you help?" 

"It will be our pleasure," Angie told her. 

"You will probably want to be there when Bernard find out that he's lost control, to stop him trying to asset strip the company."

"I can't do that; I can't bear to see him." 

"Can you help Pete?" I asked. 

Angie broke in, "Don't worry, of course we can help, we are going to send in a team of our official receivers, it will be a pleasant change for them to look after a viable company after all the dogs we usually send them to."

"That great," I told them. "How long will it take for the power of attorney to be rescinded?" I asked. 

"As soon as the local legal team in France can get them stamped, delivered to the courts and registered, which will be ..." Peter said waiting for an answer from someone off camera. "Tomorrow morning I'm told, the first of the receivers will be there by noon." 

"Good, and their first task is to fire Bernard," Simone told them. 

"What about your father?"

"No, they are to leave him alone; I need to deal with him myself." 

"And the divorce?" 

"To proceed as fast as possible, I want it done and dusted before the end of the year," Simone told them, then looked at me with a look of amazement on her face. "It is true; you do solve everyone's problems."

"I didn't do anything," I said. "It was Pete, Angie, David and Julia that did it, and we still need to resolve your relationship with the children."

"I know," she said, "but with him out of the way I stand a chance."

"And that's the point," said Julia to me, "you don't always need to do anything; you are the trigger, you just point us in the right direction and suddenly the solution is there in front of us." I could hear Peter and Angie agreeing. 

"Hey, does that mean we can get some decent wine to drink instead of this cheap crap Andy is giving us," Mike asked Simone. 

"As much as you want my love," Simone told him. 

"OK, it's time for us to wrap this up as Peter and Angie are going to be busy travelling," I told everyone. 

"We will be?" 

"Oh yes," I said, "because tomorrow morning we will be leaving the marina in Jumeaux, and we are not going to wait for you to join us, miss the boat and you are on your own." I waited for the reply but there was none so I looked at the screen to see David siting at the conference table on his own. 

"They just left," he said with an amused expression on his face. "I've never seen them move so fast in my life." 

"Well it's been very nice to meet you and thanks mate," I told him, and Simone blew him a kiss and promised him a proper one when they met. 

I closed the laptop and turned to see three faces looking at me. Julia said, "And he doesn't believe we need him." She shook her head. She came over and sat on my lap, she looked at Simone and said, "Now you understand why we all love him so much, and how hard it's been these past few years for us without him."

"Oh, I do now," she said and sat beside us and kissed us both. 

"You do know that their head office is in Dubai and you have only given them a little more than half a day to get here," Mike pointed out. 

"Yes." I smiled. 

"God, you can be an evil bastard when you try."

"It's lunchtime and I'm a hungry evil bastard, so I suggest we take advantage of the restaurant we are moored by," I proposed. So a little while later we were sat on the terrace enjoying a glass of wine, with a selection of the local cheeses and pate in front of us. 

Mike turned to me, "So how does it feel to be the kept man? You do realise how much the winery is worth don't you."

"She can keep me however she wants, so long as I get to keep her," I told him. 

"I love him and he loves me, what could be simpler," Simone responded. 

"See," Julia told Mike, "that's what love is all about, not money."

"Oh, I don't know," I told them "it could be I'm only going to marry her for the wine." 

"Marry me!" She gasped, "do you really want to marry me?" 

"Of course I do, as soon as the divorce is settled. I get the wine, the children, and you as a bonus." I smiled as I said it.

Then I continued more seriously. "I know we have only known each other for a few days, but I can't envision a life without you in it. I'm a sad old man who likes the familiarity of marriage, and I want show you that a marriage can be a wonderful experience." 

She sat there for a long time, looking from my face to Mike and Julia's. "You are not a sad old man," she told us. Then she moved her chair close to mine, "You will never be a sad old man because you will be my happy dirty old husband. And of course every bottle is yours!" she looked at me and smiled. "You can even swim in the vats." That brought back a happy memory of our first night's conversation. "Do you really love me that much?" 

"I do."

She then surprised us all by kneeling by my side, "I would be very happy to be your wife, I don't deserve you."

"Then it's settled," I told her with tears in my eyes.

Julia dragged Simone away "we have things to discuss," she told her. "Finish up here, boys, we will be on the boat," she informed us. 

"Yep, I think we need to get going," I told Mike. "We still have ten miles and a lock to go, and with Pete and Angie staying we will need to stock up." 

"How will the sleeping arraignments work?" he asked. 

"Shouldn't be a big issue", I said as we walked back, "the single bed in the spare cabin does extend into a small double, and I mean small. But do you really think they won't end up sharing ours?" 

"Not if Angie has anything to say about the matter," Mike agreed. "You ready for me to cast off?" 

"Yes, I can hold her in place with the thrusters, while I get the engine running." 

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Jumeaux and beyond 

Later that afternoon we negotiate the lock below Jumeaux, to the amusement of the lock keeper as he watched two half naked women climbing like monkeys over Rosie, fending her off from the stone wall of lock. I could have used the thrusters to keep her completely still but this way was a lot more fun for Mike and me. It only took us half an hour to rise the three meters and rejoin the river. 

By four o'clock we were safely moored at the marina. It was a fairly modern one with upmarket brand stores and restaurants, and the girls had quickly disappeared in the direction of the boutiques, leaving Mike and me to sort out the servicing and provisioning the boat. I even found and bought a Case of Laurent et files Premier Cru 1998. 

We had only just settled down with a cold bottle of beer apiece when Simone and Julia returned from their shopping spree each carrying several interesting bags. When we inquired as to their contents we were told that it was a surprise, and we needed to get smartened up as they had booked us into a very nice restaurant that the shop owner had recommended. 

I was told to get my clothes, then I was banished to the other cabin with Mike to get ready and the girls took over our cabin. We took them at their word and for the first time in ages I was wearing something other than shorts and tee shirt. Mike and I were both dressed in chinos, a shirt, and a casual sport jacket. 

The sun was dipping towards the horizon, and we had been relaxing on the loungers on the deck for quite a while waiting, two beers worth of time. Mike had taken the opportunity to give me all the Cunningham's family news. 

"So when did Kirsten and Christina met?" I asked him. 

"It was last summer, in London after your daughter graduated. Chrissy was on holiday, she stayed with Kirsten, and hasn't left yet." 

"Are they happy?" 

"Very, I understand, we stayed with them for a few days." 

"I wonder why she didn't tell me?" I pondered. 

"I think she wanted to tell you in person, she really wants your approval. I know that they are on tenterhooks now that they know that you know." 

"I really need to give her a call, don't I, and there no time like the present is there?" I got my iPhone out (I'm a sucker for new tech toys) and moved to the stern and called my daughter. 

We spent fifteen minutes talking, and catching up on the news. We discussed our new relationships, and arranged the details of their visit. I rang off feeling a lot better and made a mental note that I also needed to call my son Chris. 

I looked round to see all three of them standing quietly behind me, our women looked absolutely stunning. Julia was in a dark red knee length cocktail dress, stockings and matching shoes. Simone was in a classic, simple little black dress that came to mid thighs, black stockings and high heels. The dress was so form fitting that it was obvious she wasn't wearing any underwear. A fact that was soon confirmed by both women as they delicately raised their hems to show us the lacy tops of their thigh high stocking and a pair elegantly trimmed pussy's. I was speechless; all I could do was kneel before Simone and bestow a kiss of thanks on her pussy. I stood and she straightened her dress and we kissed and I told her how beautiful she was, and how lucky I was. No one on shore seemed to notice our antics.

The ladies led us arm in arm, to the restaurant which was on the other side of the marina. The restaurant was called the Le Petite Auburge, it was apparently a local favourite and was half full when we arrived. We were led to a nice secluded table on the terrace, and I think that every man and most of the women watched the girls as they made their way to the table. We ordered and for the life of me, I can't remember what I ordered, I do recall that Simone found a bottle of her own label wine on the menu and insisted that we try it. The food was excellent, the wine wonderful, and the company even better. 

I looked at the three of them and realised how much my life had changed in such a short time. Ros was still a presence, and I could feel her there with us, smiling and happy for us, and I knew that I had her blessing; she would always be a part of me. 




Tales of Dirty Old Man Ch. 04



Julia looked at me and smiled. "You feel her too, don't you?" 

"I do, and I know she approves."

She held my hand from across the table and then gathered Simone's in her other hand and placed them on mine. "And she would have so approved of Simone and this." Her eyes fixed on mine, "We spoke a couple of weeks before she died and she told me that she would haunt me if I didn't look after you, she wanted me to find you someone, but you did that for yourself, and a damn fine job you did of it." 

She turned to Mike and gave him a kiss and told him, "Thank you for being my rock through all of this, and you," She said to me, "don't you ever leave us again, our life was not complete without you in it." 

She then looked at Simone, "he can be a grumpy old bastard, but I know he loves you, we love you and I know the rest of the family will too."

"I know," Simone said, "I've never felt like this before. I have Andy and he's my rock and I can't imagine my life without him, I also have you two and you round out my love. And I know that when I meet Peter and Angie tomorrow that they will do the same, I just hope they will like me?" 

"Oh, they will," I reassured her. 

I heard a small gasp and saw Julia eyes glaze slightly and realised that Mike had taken advantage of Julia's lack of underwear to slide his hand up her leg and slip a finger into her pussy, she bent forward and her breath came faster. "God, you are wet," he exclaimed. 

"Huh, huh, huh," she panted," I huh know, huh, god, don't stop, huh, I'm very close." There was a last long, low groan, and her head sank to the table, with her hands in her lap. 

Mike raised his fingers dripping with her juices to his mouth and sucked. "Best dessert course ever."

Julia looked past me and asked, "Do you think he saw," indicating the waiter. 

I looked and saw the conspicuous bulge in the front of his trousers, "I'd say yes," I told her. She went bright red matching her dress. 

"Would you like some dessert?" Simone asked me as she opened her legs and placed my hand at their junction. 

"I think I could be persuaded," I said as I slid two fingers into her, under the cover of the table cloth, and curling them up felt for and located her G spot. It was a bit surreal; Simone beside me moaning quietly as she raced to an orgasm, while the rest of us carried on a polite conversation about what we would do the next day, and taking bets of what time Pete and Angie would arrive.

She came with a deep groan and a gush of juice, and I raised my fingers to my mouth for a taste – sweet! I offered my fingers to the others and they each had a taste. 

"Best dessert ever!" was the conclusion. 

As Simone returned to us from her spaced out condition, the waiter came over and asked, "Would the party like to try something from our dessert menu?" 

"No, I think we have just pigged out on dessert, just coffee and an Armagnac each please." Julia told him with a little laugh. 

Simone and Julia looked at each other, "That has to be the best way to finish a meal ever," Simone told her but now I need to clean up!"

They both stood and we could see evidence of their arousal staining the tops of their stockings. As they passed through the main dining area they attracted the attention of every red blooded male in the place as they trailed the unmistakable aroma of sex behind them. 

Mike and I just looked at each other and I know we were thinking the same thought. What in god's name had we done to deserve to have these wonderful sexy women in our lives?

The waiter appeared with our coffees and a bottle of Armagnac as the girls returned, he showed me the bottle and I smiled, it was over a hundred years old. 

As he poured the drinks he told us, "The Armagnac is a gift of the house to you, for the pleasure you have given us, it is the least I could do for the entertainment your ladies have given us!" 

The girls stood and each gave him a kiss so hot it could have set the brandy on fire. 

"Please do come back," he said as he staggered away with the lump still evident in his pants.

The Armagnac was like the nectar of the gods, I sat there inhaling the heady aroma, I have got to get some for the boat I told them, I don't care what it costs! 

We paid the bill and rose to leave, Simone went over to the waiter and spoke to him and then followed him into a back room. They returned a few moments later, she was clutching a bag, and he was licking his lips. I gave her a quizzical look. 

"Well, I couldn't go without offering him a taste of our dessert," she told us, "and look I bought a bottle of that divine brandy for you," she told me. 

"How much did it cost?" I asked. 

"I did a trade," she said, "ten cases of the family's best vintage." 

"And a taste of dessert, I think he did very well out of that deal," I told her, and a few moments later it was obvious that he agreed, as he appeared at our side with a second bottle of the Armagnac. He left us with a kiss from the girls and a promise from all of us that we would return the following night with Pete and Angie. 

The walk back to Rosie was very pleasant, with our arms around our women while they held each other's hands. 

When we arrived it was with an unspoken agreement that we went to our own cabins. Tonight was not for sharing but for reaffirming our love for our partners. As we separated I reminded them that the others were due to arrive in the morning. 

We looked at each other as we stood in the cabin. "Was I wicked to offer the waiter a taste of our dessert?" Simone asked me. 

"No, I think it was very kind of you, the poor man was suffering watching the two of you cum. Maybe they will put kitty juice on the menu? I'd probably order a gallon of it if it was yours."

I thought a minute and added, "What you did with the waiter was fun and good sport. I hardly call it sex, but it was erotic. Feel free to do things like that when ever the mood strikes, just tell me about them so I can enjoy too."

As we talked we were slowly undressing each other, I left her stockings on as the silky texture was so erotic. She stood there in black stocking and high heels and I had to get the camera for a photo, and she stood there patiently posing for me. 

We sat on the bed after I had put the camera away and we stroked each other. I sat with my back to the top of the bed and Simone sat between my legs, lying back on my chest. For a while we talked, "You mustn't worry about what I think about other people," I told her. "Ros and I had one very simple rule and I hope that you will think that it's a good one too. We always told each other about the other people in our lives and we never hid anything from each other." 

"The family is a bit different, I suppose?" she asked, as she wriggled back into my groin and I played with her boobs

"True," I replied. "Within the family there has never been any jealousy or pressure, if it feel right then it is right! We all trust each other." 

"That exactly what I felt with Mike and Julia," she told me. 

"Twice while Ros was alive I met someone who I slept with, each time I called her first and then gave her a blow by blow account, and I think it turned her on even more than the acts did for me." 

"And Ros?" She asked 

"A weekend with a couple she met on a course, and again she called me first and then every few hours to keep me updated. It was one the most erotic weekends of my life, particularly after she got home."

"I like the sound of this rule," she said, "but I don't think I'm ever going to need to use it, you and the family are all I want. Now stop playing with my tits, and fuck me properly please."

"Your wish is my command my lady," I told her and I started pull and squeeze her nipples more aggressively and my other hand drifted down to her pussy and I started to tease her clit. 

"Oh god, that feels so good," she moaned, and then groaned with pleasure as my fingers entered her cunt. "Christ, how do you do that? Every time you find the right place!" she asked as my fingers homed in on her G spot and then screamed as my thumb pressed hard on her erect clit. 

"Oh god, oh god I'm cumming already," she wailed and her body shook with her orgasm. 

"Fuck, I need you in me." She rose, turned to face me, straddled my hips and sank down on me in one swift motion. I was still sitting propped up and this position put her nipples close to my mouth, and I sucked them in greedily in turn and flicked them with my tongue. 

Simone was riding me like it was the charge of the light brigade. She was grunting each time I bottomed out and the base of my prick rubbed her engorged clit. My hands were under her buttocks helping her along. As she came down the angle was perfect and my glans would rub over the G spot, I eased a finger into her ass and she threw her head back with a cry. I could feel her orgasm building up as the muscles of her cunt kept fluttering, and the sensation triggered the impending orgasm I'd been trying to hold back. 

My balls tightened and I came with a loud cry, my jizz flooded out, filling her and she came with me, her mouth opened in a silent scream and her eyes rolled back in her head as she collapsed on me. 

I held her like that for a long time until she recovered, staying deep inside, while her muscles continued to clutch at me her, her eyes fluttering then refocusing. "Fuck that was amazing," I told her. 

"That was the best fuck I've ever had," Simone gasped. "Please don't pull out, I want you to stay there while we sleep." 

I wriggled down into a more comfortable position whilst remaining connected. She sighed with pleasure and rested her head on my shoulder quickly as she fell asleep. I ran my hands down her back marveling in the softness of her skin before joining her in sleep

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To be continued



Tales of Dirty Old Man Ch. 05



Tales of a dirty old man - Ch 5 I describe myself as a wannabe Dirty old man, not because I am one, but because as my best friend Karen keeps telling me, there is no higher accolade and so I should aim to be one.

This is the fifth chapter in this series - I would strongly advise you to read the previous chapters in order before this one

Again this story would not have been possible without the feedback and encouragement I received from Romantic1

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"That was the best fuck I've ever had," Simone gasped. "Please don't pull out; I want you to stay there while we sleep." 

I wriggled down into a more comfortable position whilst remaining connected, and she sighed with pleasure and resting her head on my shoulder quickly fell asleep. I ran my hands down her back marvelling in the softness of her skin before joining her in sleep. 

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And four become six

I woke next morning, and we were still in the same position, my morning woody was buried inside Simone and her muscles were twitching. She looked down at me and grinned in delight, "Oh goody you're awake, and I thought I was going to have to do all the work." She pulled herself up and straddled my hips without losing contact and slowly sank back down on me, until my glans touched her cervix, then with a groan began to ride me.

"God that feels so good," I groaned and started lifting my hips to meet her; I had waves of pleasure running down my cock. 

Simone was moaning each time I filled her; I fondled her breasts and teased her nipples. She took mine between her fingers and squeezed them, and the sensations swept from them to the tip of my dick. Neither of us was able to last very long and we came in a mutual orgasm a few moments later. 

She regretfully pulled herself off me and the evidence of our love dripped out of her cunt and pooled in my groin. "You are the best alarm clock ever," I told her, as I held her tightly and kissed her.

"I'm making you all messy," she worried. 

"Nothing a shower can't cure, and in any case it's as much mine as it is yours," and I dipped a finger in it and tasted it and smiled, then offered it to her and she greedily sucked it. "You, young lady are a wanton hussy." 

"I know," she said, "and I'm your wanton hussy, my dirty old man."

We had a shower together, a quick one, but that didn't stop our hands roaming over each other's bodies. 

We got dressed, I wandered over to the galley and got the coffee going, soon the coffee aroma was drifting through Rosie, and I opened the windows, hatches and doors to let a gentle cooling breeze blow through the cabins. The morning sunlight glinted off the water and the paintwork of the few other boats moored nearby. The sky was that pale eggshell blue familiar to all who have visited Province, and the scent of freshly baked bread drifted in on the breeze. 

Simone handed me a mug of coffee with cream and no sugar, just the way I like it. I took a sip and felt the world coming to rights. She walked over to the marina's local patisserie and came back ten minutes with some baguettes and croissants warm from the oven. 

The others made an appearance drawn from their bed by the dual scents of coffee and warm croissants, a marriage made in heaven!

"Mmm, is that a chocolate croissant I spy?" asked Julia, reaching for it. It was already in her mouth before Simone could say yes. 

Mike looked at the clock, "It's eight thirty, any minute now I reckon," and we moved to the deck to finish breakfast, and watch for Pete and Angie's arrival. 

"Who's going to tell them we've decided to stay another day and they could have taken their time getting here?" Julia asked, and three people looked at me. 

"Let's see how long it is before they notice, and in any case who was it that decided we were eating at the restaurant again tonight?" I suggested and three faces looked at me again. "Come on,' is it pick on me day?" I asked.

If the cap fits,' I was told. 

"Sex slave, I need some more coffee," I asked Simone, holding out my empty mug. She took it and disappeared down to the galley, she returned a couple of minutes later wearing the crew cap and gave me my coffee. 

"Does my master want his sex slave to pleasure him," she asked with lecherous grin and sat down on my lap and wriggled her butt into my groin. 

Julia burst out laughing, then spotted Mike about to say something to her, and stopped him with; "Don't even think it bud, if anyone is a sex slave in this marriage it's you!"

We all laughed and Mike went and knelt at Julia's feet, "Your wish is my command mistress," he hammed it up. 

We were interrupted by a car horn and the slamming of car doors. Mike looked at his watch, "Nine o'clock, not bad going!" He remarked. 

There at the end of the pontoon stood Peter and Angela beside their luggage. I jumped down to the pontoon, and Angie ran towards me and threw herself into my arms frantically kissing my face, all I could hear was, "I missed you, I missed you, I missed you so much," in between the kisses. 

Pete appeared at my shoulder and hugged us both, "Man is it good to see you, we thought we would never get here on time!"

We stood back from each other, and I got my first good look at the pair of them, I hadn't seen them in person for four years. They were both in wrinkled travel clothes, Angie was as attractive as ever, she was thirty nine, a natural red head with a slightly fuller figure, she was five foot four, and her face had a wonderful sprinkling of freckles that highlighted her striking green eyes. Pete was the same age as me, fifty, but taller at six foot two, slim and with dark hair and brown eyes. 

I heard voices behind me, and Mike and Julia appeared beside me, calling out greetings and then hugs and kisses were traded. Simone came and stood next to me, her hand seeking mine for reassurance. I put my arm around her and kissed her, and then introduced her to our new guests. 

Angie pulled Simone into a hug with herself and Pete, "You are more beautiful than I thought; the camera does lie," She told her. Then turning to me, "You better look after her."

"Oh, I intend to," I told them. "I've even asked her to marry me."

Angie squealed in delight and kissed me then Simone. Pete gave Simone another kiss and a hug then shook my hand saying, "You lucky old dog."

It took another half an hour before we were all sorted out. Angie and Mike had travelled with only hand baggage to avoid any delays, so as soon as convenient the women had disappeared in the direction of the stores to rectify any missing items.

"Don't expect them back for a couple of hours," Pete told us. "Is that going to cause an issue with the sailing time?"

I very wisely handed him a beer before replying, and I could see Mike out of the corner of my eye struggling not to laugh, "Err, not really a problem," I said, "We sort of decided last night to stay here another day," I struggled to look him in the eye. 

He sat down, and drank the beer in one go, and looked at me, "You asshole, do you know the grief I've suffered this whole trip from her in case we didn't get here on time! I had to use my contacts to get last minute seats on the Air France flight and delay the flight that had already boarded and then a small fortune to upgrade to first, and then hire a private jet to get us down here. Christ knows what the taxi cost from the airport. I just threw a handful of notes at him." He looked at me, then smiled, "And I'd do it all again, just so we could be here with you." 

"Have another beer," was all I could think to say. 

"Thanks, I will, and you better keep them coming." 

I loaded a cooler with ice and beer, and we settled down on deck to wait. Peter brought me up to date with all their news, and I told him all about Simone and then about outfitting the Rosie M. 

We were relaxed and well into our fourth beer when he surprised me by asking what I wanted to do with my account. 

"What account?" I asked. 

"The one Ros started for the pair of you seven or eight years ago," he told me. 

I looked surprised. "Its news to me," I said. "What did she use it open it?" 

"It's the money she got from her inheritance after her mother died."

Now that did surprise me as mother and daughter had been estranged since she was a teenager. I had thought she told her family she didn't want anything. I mentioned this to Pete. 

"I believe they insisted, so she told them to send it to me and I was to open an account in your names," he replied. 

"That explains it then," and sat back and sipped my beer.

Peter looked at me for some time and finally asked, "Don't you want to know how much is in the account?" 

"Can't be very much, Ros was only talking about a thousand or so."

"You are kidding aren't you; they deposited over one hundred and fifty thousand pounds!"

"Fuck, how much?" I said sitting bolt upright. "What's it worth now then?" 

"A million and change last time I checked!"

"How in god's name?" I asked.

He smiled, "I'm fucking good at what I do, and that's how!"

I raised my bottle and we touched them in a silent acknowledgment of his skill.

"So what do you want to do with it?" He asked again. 

"Transfer the change to my bank account, and hang on to the rest for the moment," I decided. 

He acknowledged my request, and we relaxed again waiting for the women to return. Peter took the opportunity to contact his office and get updated, all of the actions for Simone were on schedule, and my change turned out to be forty thousand pounds and the transfer went straight through. I decided to do a quick shop and I was back twenty minutes later and five thousand Euros poorer. 

It was getting on for lunchtime before they made an appearance, weighed down with bags but with that content look that women only get when they are completely shopped out. 

Simone bounced up with a happy smile on her face and dropping her bags at my side, and jumped on my lap, "That was so much fun, and I've got some special things just for you to enjoy!"

Peter looked at his watch and smiled, he turned to Simone, "Just about now your soon to be ex husband is going to get a shock as the receivers roll up." 

"Do I need to do anything?" she asked him.

"Does he know how to get in touch with you? Because if he does I would expect a call very soon," he remarked. 

"Only through Rachael. Oh shit I better give her a call," she said.

I got my iPhone and she called her, my French is reasonable but I only got about one word in three, as she rapidly updated Rachael with all that had happened in the past few days. 

"Oui, je vais lui divorce dès que posible," was the last thing I heard before she rang off and handed it back to me. "What happens next?" she asked Peter. 

"The legal papers have been registered with the courts, and you now control your shares and your children's trust fund. Your family solicitors are the administrators of the trust fund and our representatives are informing them of the change. Bernard will be escorted from the offices, and at the same time will be served with the divorce papers, you are requesting full custody of the children. He will be given twenty four hours to move out of the house as it's in your name, and he never had the legal right to throw you out." 

"Where are the children?" She asked.

"They are in America at a summer camp and will be there for the next two weeks," Angela told her. "We thought that they should go to your aunt after that if she agrees. You could see them there and get to know them again, away from his influence." 

"Do you think he will fight the divorce or the custody?" she asked. 

"We don't think he will after our legal team spell out the consequences of fighting it to him." 

"Thank you, thank you," she told them, and then gave them both a hug and a kiss, then she came to me and whispered in my ear, "You do solve problems and I really, really love you." 

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A lazy afternoon 

We had a light lunch and spent the afternoon drinking wine and catching up. Peter and Simone sat down to discuss what she wanted to do with the business, and at one point I heard them on a conference call to the receivers, so I reminded her that she had promised ten cases of wine to the restaurant. She smiled at me, and told the receivers to ship the wine to the restaurant as soon as possible. 

Angie came and sat on my lap and brought me up to date with all their news, plus that of Paul and Ann as they had seen them couple of months ago. She took my hand and slipping it under her top, placed it on her breast, and I stroked it and played with her large erect nipple. She wriggled back into me and sighed contentedly. "You don't know how much I missed you," she told me and nibbled my ear. "Oh, Simone and Julia told me all about your dessert course last night. You will all be able taste my dessert offering tonight." 

"Am I allowed a taste now?" I asked, and she unzipped her shorts and slid her hand under her briefs and between her legs, she gasped as she eased a finger into her pussy, and then brought it out covered in her juice and I tasted it like a fine wine connoisseur. 

"Oui, Madame, that will be an excellent dessert for us to savour," I told her in my best fake French accent, and she smiled back.

"That makes me tingle all over," she told us, and she dipped her finger in again, and offered the pussy juice laden finger to Julia and Mike for approval. Simone and Peter concluded their business and wandered over for a taste as well, so Angie moved to the other lounger and slipped her shorts and mini briefs off and spread her thighs, inviting us all to taste from the source. Her lips and clit were glistening with her juices and crowned by a delightful tuft of red pussy hair. 

It was good that the marina was deserted as it basked in the late afternoon sun, otherwise Angie's loud moans from our long intimate tastings of her pussy, and the sharp cry as she came from the determined attention of Julia's tongue would have been difficult to explain.

Soon after Angie recovered she dressed, but handed me her filmy briefs with a kiss and a promise of more. The girls huddled together to start making plans for this evening. 

I slipped off to our cabin intending to grab some clothes as I guessed the girls would be taking it over again, and decided to take a quick shower while I had the chance. 

I let the warm water cascade over my body as I pondered all the changes of the past few days, from alone, to a girlfriend, to a threesome, to a foursome and now six of us! 

I felt the draft as the shower door open and first one, then a second naked woman slipped in beside me. It was a bit of a tight squeeze but that just promoted more bodily contact, as Simone then Angie began washing my body. I had two different hands working in concert on my now solid cock and I reciprocated by taking hold of both mons and used my index fingers to tease their clits; both women groaned with pleasure. 

They French kissed and seemed to come to an agreement. Angie moved back as much as she could after whispering in my ear that I should concentrate on Simone first, which I did with pleasure. I pulled Simone to me and our mouths were glued to each other's, and our tongues were duelling. Her hand was wrapped around my cock and my hand was between her legs, I had three fingers inside her and my thumb was pressing down on her clit. She was groaning constantly but pulled away from me, only to turn around and face the wall and present her buttocks. I slid my cock between them and pushed forward and upwards, and skewered her cunt with my rock hard dick, her cry of pleasure echoed around the shower. 

I was moving rapidly and her groans were growing in volume, when I felt Angie's hand slid between my legs, and stroke my balls and shaft in passing before pressing her finger onto Simone's clitoris and massaging it. 

The extra attention was more that Simone could stand and I felt her orgasm building up deep in her muscles as they gripped at my moving shaft, trying to suck it in deeper before her orgasm burst out and she clamped down with a long drawn out cry, and I could barely move. 

After a few moments she relaxed and I slipped out of her and she turned to me, and gave me a kiss and told me she loved me and I needed to look after Angie. She left the shower cubicle after pushing Angie towards me. 

We looked at each other, as the water continued to cascade over us, it had been four years since we had been alone together, and she was as beautiful as I remembered with her long red hair, full breasts and large pink nipples. She has this delightful scattering of freckles especially in her cleavage and full pussy lips crowned by a tuft of pure red pussy hair. She put her arms around me and clutched me savagely; I was able to kiss the top of her head. 

She looked up at me, and said in a plaintive voice, "Why did you go away? I needed you, we needed you. Without Ros or you we had no one we could talk to."

"I'm sorry," I told her. "It seemed the right thing to do at the time, but I'm here to stay now, I will look after you, and Simone will help me." 

"Can we stay with both of you?" 

"For as long as you need," I told her. 

She relaxed her hold and sighed contentedly, "Thank you." Then tilting her head up further, kissed me deeply and passionately. "I do love you, and so does Pete." 

"I know, and you know that I will always love both of you!" 

I looked at her and knew what I had to do, I shut off the water and she gave a little shiver. I wrapped a towel around her and led her to the cabin, Simone was sitting naked on the bed drying her hair, and she smiled at both of us and held her hands out to us. Angie dropped the towel and went as stood between Simone's legs, and Simone took a nipple in her mouth and sucked, as Angie put her arms around her. I came and stood behind her and held them both, my erect cock was poking her in the back and she reached round and took hold of it and pulled me to them. 

Angie knelt at my feet and she and Simone began lickings and sucking my prick. It was amazing, a double blow job, while one was sucking my glans, the other was licking along the slick shaft and sucking my balls; every few moments they would swap over. My knees began to buckle and I had to lie down on the bed. The girls crawled up, one on either side of me and carried on with their devotion, and my toes were curling as I tried to resist the urge to cum. 

Simone sensed my impending orgasm, and she and Angie were poised to share my outpouring. I couldn't hold out any longer and a long drawn out groan from me announced the first burst of jism into Simone's mouth, she quickly moved her head back allowing Angie to capture the rest in her mouth. She sucked me dry then both of them kissed each other allowing my cum to mix to their mouths, they came and kissed me sharing and allowing me to taste myself, hmm, there was a subtle difference that their saliva imparted to the taste of my spunk. 

I had softened slightly but Angie quickly sucked me back to a full erection, and after a questioning glance to Simone who smilingly gave her permission, she rose up and straddled my hips and with one swift motion and a loud cry impaled herself on my prick. I felt my glans hit her cervix. She sat there still for a few moments, gently shuddering and collecting her wits. 

Her cry must have attracted Peter, as a few seconds later he appeared at the cabin door and laughed as he took in the scene. Simone jumped up and pulled him to the bed, undressing him as she did. He knelt beside Angie and she smiled, kissed him and then offered him her breast to suckle on. 

She gasped out to him, "They say we can stay as long as we need!" Then having recollected her wits she started to ride me, twisting her pelvis each time she dropped down, crying out as the base of my prick and my pubis squeezed her erect and protruding clitoris. 




Tales of Dirty Old Man Ch. 05



Simone kissed me and nodding in the direction of Pete silently asking my permission; I nodded back. She pushed him on to his back beside us and lay down on him creating a classic 69, and after using her mouth to ensure that he was nice and hard began licking his shaft and perfecting her blow job technique. Pete used his hands to gently separate her puffy moist labia lips and used his tongue to lick from her clitoral hood to the puckered boarder of her ass hole, dipping it deep into her cunt as he moved back to his starting position to repeat the cycle. Her pelvis was pushing down onto his face and she was moaning around her full mouth. 

Angie's eyes were closed and her head thrown back and her cry's were merging in to one continuous growl, and I could feel the muscles in her cunt twitching as she built up to her orgasm, my prick was twitching in sympathy. I reach up and took one of her ample breasts in each hand and pulled and squeezed the long firm nipples. This tipped her over the edge and she came to a shuddering loud climax, triggering mine, and I came, flooding my cum into her passage. 

As we relaxed, she whispered how much they had missed me, and how beautiful Simone was. We watched Pete bring Simone to her moment of pleasure, his fingers were inside her cunt seeking out her G spot as he sucked on her clitoris. Her body shook and she groaned as she came and her kitty juices flooded out onto Pete's face. 

Angie moved over and joined Simone and between them, they quickly brought Peter to his conclusion and ropes of cum shot up and splattered across their faces and hair. 

"Christ," he groaned, "that was fantastic." Angie licked and sucked him clean. 

Simone came to me and I helped her clean her face with licks and kisses, and finally a wet wipe. "I feel so decadent and loved," she told me; "this is so much fun, and I feel so safe with you beside me." 

Julia appeared in the doorway and from the presence of cum and juice streaking her thighs, she and Mike had also been entertaining themselves. "Boys you need to leave us to get ready," she told us, "we need this cabin and bathroom, you can use the other one."

I found the clean clothes I had come for earlier, and walked back toward the other cabin with Pete following me. We found Mike getting out of the shower. 

"I guess we've been evicted again?" He said, I nodded, and he told Pete, "Welcome to our world." 

Pete just smiled contentedly, and then said to me, "She's a wonderful woman, you are so lucky, you just don't know how much we have missed this." His expression turned quite serious, "Thanks for letting us stay, we've been having a few issues. We really need the time with you to help us over this patch, and we have a favour to ask you." 

"I will do what I can, but I'm not sure what you want?" 

"You have already begun doing it, I haven't seen her so happy for months and it's not just the sex, you give out this sense of well being and the feeling that everything will be ok. You should have seen her face when I told her you had started to talk to the family again, and I thought that the stewardess was going to have to sedate her on the flight she was bouncing about so much." 

I just looked bemused, and Mike turned to Peter, "See what I told you! He doesn't have a clue as to the effect he has on us. Even Simone understands more than him!" He shook his head in disbelief. Pete looked at me with a sympathetic smile. 

I disappeared into the shower, I decided that discretion was the better part of valour and I would try to understand this later. By the time I got out Mike had left, and Pete was waiting for his turn. I dressed and joined Mike on deck and snagged a beer from the cooler. We sat in silence sipping the beers waiting for Peter and the girls. Peter appeared a few minutes later and Mike tossed a beer to him. 

"I'm not worried," Pete told me, "but I was wondering what the sleeping arrangements are." 

"When Mike and Julia leave on Thursday their cabin is yours, for the next two days I think it's going to be happy families!"

He smiled, "I can't see Angie complaining."

"Complain about what?" Her voice drifted up from below. 

"You get to pick where you sleep tonight, and with whom," Mike called out to her. 

"Nice."

And she appeared on deck; she looked stunning in a short emerald green sleeveless low cut cocktail dress, black stockings and high heels. Her red hair framed her face and an emerald pendant nestled amongst the freckles between her breasts. 

She came and sat beside me and whispered in my ear, "Wait until you see Simone and then curled back on me sighing happily. 

We talked about nothing while we waited, ten minutes later they appeared, this time it was Julia who was in a little black dress while Simone was in a red silk cocktail dress with a plunging back, she wore black stockings and red high heels. 

I looked at Simone and raised my eye brows in a mute question, and she nodded and the three of them moved into a line with their backs to the shore and they delicately raised their hems to show us the lacy tops of their thigh high stocking and a trio of elegantly trimmed pussy's. Mike and I looked at each other and thought, 'Déjà Vu.' 

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Dinner, an engagement and dessert ...

Our ladies joined their partners, and we moved to the pontoon and walked towards the shore and along to the restaurant. We were met at the door by our waiter from last night and he introduced himself as François. 

He smiled in delight at our return and the women insisted that they needed a kiss from him, the poor man, by the time Angie had completed the greetings, he could only walk in a shuffle as he showed us to our table as he tried to hide his prominent bulge. 

Again the table was on the terrace but this time it was in a private secluded corner with a protective shield of plants. François introduced the pretty young waitress standing by the table as Yvette, the daughter of the chef-patron of the restaurant, and his girlfriend. 

He sat the women down, and we sat beside our partners, François told us that they would be looking after us exclusively and Yvette's father, Robert had created a special tasting menu for us. He turned to Simone and pointed at the bottles of wine on the side table, "Robert, he is in love with you, ten cases of the 1990 vintage, premier grand cru arrived a couple of hours ago, we've never been able to get a single case from our supplier, but first we wish to offer you this." And he opened a bottle of vintage champagne and poured six glasses. 

I asked him to pour an extra two for Yvette and himself, and looked around the table and spoke. "I really don't know how to say this, but I'm sorry I abandoned you, I felt at the time it the right thing to do, but I didn't, and I'm sorry guys I still don't understand why you all feel you need me and that I can solve your problems. You are going to have to explain it to me. But I'm here now and I will do what I can. You have been and always will be my closest friends, my lovers, my family." 

Simone took one hand, and Julia the other, Angie stood and came round the table and put her arms around me and they all in their own ways told me that they loved me. Pete and Mike raised their glasses and smiled. 

I looked at each one of them in turn as Angie went back to her seat, and I turned to Simone and fumbled in my pocket. "Simone I want to welcome you to the family and my family," and I held out my hand to her, and in it was a ring box. 

She gasped, and took it timidly, with a look of wonder, she opened it to find a sapphire and diamond engagement ring. I took the ring and placed it on her finger, and there was a loud round of applause from the table. 

Congratulations echoed round the table, there was a lot of hugging and kissing. Yvette introduced us to her father, who had appeared and was handed a glass of champagne and we all drank a toast.

We settled down and the first course was served, Simone kept looking at her hand and she had a silly grin on her face. I leant over and she raised her face and her lips sought mine out. She looked around at us and said. 

"Last week I was a lonely woman with no goals, afraid of my shadow, frightened of strangers. Now look at me, I couldn't be happier," she gestured round the table, "I have my friends, lovers, and best of all I have my dirty old man." She raised her glass and proposed a toast. "To friends, lovers, family, and to Andy for bringing us all together."

I looked embarrassed, as the others raised their glasses and sipped. We settled down and the meal flowed past, each course seemed to surpass the previous. 

Finally, François announced with a big grin that the next course would be dessert, and he continued, "We thought that you may require a small pause in the proceeding in case gentlemen, you wished to sample your own dessert."

Simone's ears went as red as her dress, but she managed a nod, Mike and I grinned in delight, the expressions on Julia and Angie's faces bordered on the obscene, while Pete's, well Pete was just Peter!

Simone moved her chair closer to me and took my hand and kissed the fingers before placing my hand on her inner thigh above the lacy stocking top. We French kissed as my fingers moved up to the junction of her legs and found her labia dripping with moisture. She moaned into my mouth as my fingers found their way between her lips and into her cunt, seeking her G spot. Her body stiffened and she began to pant as my fingertip sensed the slight change in the texture of her wall that indicated I'd found it.

From around me I could hear the sound of aroused women, I heard a sound behind me and turned my head to see Yvette with her skirt pulled up around her waist and her legs apart, her head thrown back moaning, François was lickings and sucking her clit and his fingers were inside her. 

As I looked back round the table I realised the Mike was with Angie and Julia was receiving attention from Peter. My full attention returned to Simone, she whispered in my ear, "God, I love you, I'm getting close," and she was rocking in her chair, and her moans got louder. My thumb pressed down on her clitoris and that triggered her orgasm and her juice covered my hand. She cried out, and from around the table I heard similar cries. 

Simone lifted my fingers to her mouth and lapped at her juice then kissed me, sharing the taste of her dessert. She stood and joined the other women as they circulated the table offering the men the chance to sip dessert from the source. There was a hesitant tap on my shoulder and Yvette stood there, she had removed her skirt and her white shirt just failed to cover her moist shaved mons. I couldn't resist the offer and bent down and licked her pussy savouring her unique flavour. She moaned so delightfully as my tongue teased her clit. Simone knelt beside me and joined me in Yvette's tasting experience. Between us we rapidly brought her to a second orgasm, and we had even more dessert to taste!

Decorum was finally restored, missing clothing replaced and we settled back round the table, and our formal dessert was served, a master class in French patisserie. As the meal ran down, Robert joined us and received his deserved praise, and a glass of the Armagnac we were enjoying.    He and Simone had a quiet discussion about the quality of the wine her family produced and she promised that the restaurant would be placed on the company's priority list. 

As we rose to leave he refused to give us a bill, but kissed the women and declared that, that was more than enough payment. When he wasn't watching I gave Yvette seven hundred Euros to cover the costs. At the door he told us that there would always be a table available for us, no matter when. 

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Angie has a request

As we walked the short distance back to Rosie, Simone whispered in my ear that Angie needed to be with me tonight, she and the Cunningham's were going to help Peter, but she wanted to wake up with me so she would come and join us later. 

When we arrived at Rosie, I wanted to make sure that Pete and Angie were ok with Simone's plan, and it turned out that originally Pete had suggested that Angie should join Simone and me, and he would sleep alone, the others had refused to let him sleep alone, and Simone and Julia between them had cooked up the alternative.

After we went below deck, Simone brought a surprisingly timid and tearful Angela to me and after kissing both of us, disappeared with the others towards the cabin.

I sat down with Angie on the sofa and gently stroked away the tears on her cheeks. "What's the matter beautiful?" I asked. 

She looked at me, "I want a baby!" 

"And Peter doesn't?" I said, thinking that this was probably the cause of their few issues.

"No, of course he does." 

"Mmm, I think you are losing me?" I said

"It's not that he doesn't, but he can't." 

"Hang on that makes no sense, he and Ann have two daughters, and I'm their godfather!"

"He had a vasectomy after Karen was born! And although they told him it could be reversed the procedure wasn't successful." 

"Shit!! What can we do? I still have a few contacts at the Royal; do you want me to contact them?" 

"We've tried numerous second opinions but they all say the same thing." She sat there crying and I had tears welling up. At some point during the conversation, I'd put my arms round her and her tears were soaking through my shirt.

"Ok, so what can we do? What about adoption?" 

"No, I want to give birth, not get one off the shelf," she looked a bit shocked at that herself. "Christ that came out all wrong, what I mean is we thought about adopting, we even visited some agencies and orphanages, but we never found a baby we felt we could grow attached to." 

"God, we saw some beautiful babies, but the spark was never there." She looked at me pathetically. "You know we now fund an orphanage in Kenya, but we've never found the baby for us!" 

She looked at me for a long time building up her courage. "Will...Will you give us a baby please?" She hurried on, "it would be ours, all of ours, a family baby, and it would have all of us as it's parents." 

"If I agree," she looked at me with hope in her eyes, "wait a moment, I said if I agree," I told her, "and Simone needs to agree first, but if she does then you and Peter will be the proud parents, I would be the proudest uncle and godfather in the world and will spoil the child rotten and leave you to clean up the mess!"

"We have already asked Simone," she told me. 

I looked at her in surprise, "When did you do that, and what was her answer? 

"When we were getting dressed, and she said yes, but only if she gets to be godmother!!!" 

"Christ, I've been set up haven't I." I sat back feeling a bit overwhelmed 

"No, no, we would never force you, but it could only ever be you. You are our one and only option." 

"Then there is only one answer I can give isn't there, my sperm is your sperm." 

She cried out in joy, kissed me and jumped up and ran back towards the other cabin, shouting out as she ran, "He said, 'Yes, yes, yesssss.'"

I got up, and stood there not sure what I was supposed to do next? A few moments later she reappeared, trailed by a dishevelled naked group. 

She and Pete grabbed hold of me, now I love Pete, and I have for over twenty five years, but a naked six foot two man with a prominent erect dick poking me in the abdomen was almost too much, even for me.

"Errr, did we interrupt something," 

"Yes, you bloody did," Julia said, and smiled. "Best fucking interruption ever, but please next time, do you think you could wait until after I cum," she looked at Pete. "Fuuuck, you bastard I was almost there." 

I have never seen a dick droop so quickly.

"For fucks sake can you lot get something on, this is most off putting," I said, "I need to sort a few things out here or I don't think I'm going to get any peace tonight, or," I muttered, "at this rate a fuck." 

"Poor baby," Simone chuckled. 

Mike appeared with a bunch of towels and people made themselves a tad more presentable. There was still a lot a flesh and the odd boob visible, but what the hell at least they made an effort. 

"Right, as apparently I have become the universal donor sperm for the group, how is this going to work, how do we time the donation, do we use a hospital or clinic?" I asked.

Angie looked at me in horror, "Fuck donation, you fuck me until I'm pregnant, that how it's going to work, why do you think we want to stay here with you?" 

"When Julia told me they were coming to visit you last month, I came off the pill just in case. I should be at my most fertile point of my cycle in six days time." She smirked, "Any sex before hand you may consider a practice run." 

"Christ," I put my head between my hands. "Can you die from too much sex?" I asked plaintively.

"Don't be silly," I was told. 

"And in that case," I continued, "I need my bed and the presence of a willing woman, any volunteers?" 

Angie jumped up; Julia shook her head and pointed at Pete, "He needs to bloody well finish something he started in my pussy a few minutes ago."

Simone said, "I sort of left poor Mike hanging in mid air too. I will be along later, have fun with Angie and leave some for me please." 

She kissed me and took Mike by the hand and disappeared back towards the cabin, Julia and Pete followed, after Angie had kissed him.

Angie had already disappeared, so I followed her towards my cabin. She was sat on the bed still dressed when I entered, she looked at me so wistfully I stopped, "I'm scared that I've pushed you into this and it will hurt our relationship, and," she looked even more worried, "your relationship with Simone."

I smiled reassuringly and sat beside her, "Nothing will spoil our relationship, not your morning sickness, or your bump when you are out to here in nine months, not even all the names you are going to call me when you are in labour." She laughed and held out her arms to me. 

I moved into them and started undressing her while I carried on talking. "I don't think Simone has a jealous bone in her body and I'm sure she will agree." 

I thought about it for a moment while Angie unbuttoned my shirt and undid the trousers. "I ideally like the idea of a baby, so don't worry it will always be Pete's and yours, but I'm thinking it would be nice if Simone and I had one as well!" She gave me the widest smile.

I refocused and concentrated on Angie, her dress had pooled around her waist so I pulled her up and it slipped to the floor, joining my trousers, my shirt and briefs quickly joined them, I was already barefoot. 

She rolled her stockings down and we stood naked before jumping on to the bed like teenagers, "I expect you to get lot of practice," she told me before taking hold of my semi erect prick with her mouth and sucking me to full hardness. I love her body, it always was slightly more rubenesque than the others and her freckles made join the dots an erotic adventure, her pussy hair was the brightest red I'd ever seen outside a dye bottle. She had juicy clitoral lips and a prominent clitoris and her breasts, mother's breasts for sure. 

She decided that I was as hard as I was going to get, all eight inches were throbbing in anticipation and I could see the first trickle of her juices running down her inner thigh. "I need you in me as hard as you can," she pleaded. 

I flipped her onto her back and she placed her feet on my shoulders and I slid hard and deep between her lips. I could feel her cervix at the top of each stroke, I took it slow, pausing each time I drew back, then slowly pushing all the way in to the hilt and each time I did the base would press down on her highly engorged clit and she would cry out I varied the angle so that my glans would rub over her G spot on each stroke. Her cries grew louder and more continuous.




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"Oh fuck, oh fuck, ohh fuck meeee, oh, oh, oh fuuuck meeee," was all I could hear. 

I rolled her nipple between my fingers and I could feel the muscles in the wall of her cunt start to spasm, as I continued thrusting. She reached down and used her fingers to gently flick her clit, and a few moments later that tipped her over the edge and she came with an almighty scream.

"FUUUUCK, FUUUUUUUUCK MEEEEEEEE."

The spasm in her cunt was so strong it almost pushed me out and her juice just flushed out. She arched her back, her eyes rolled back in their sockets, and she was breathing in little gasps. She had a post orgasmic flush from her neck to her pussy, which made her freckles stand out and while I waited for her to recover I eased back deep inside her, and used my finger to indulge in one of my favourite post coital games with her body, join the dots and see what shapes I could discover. Her breathing recovered and her eyes refocused, and she looked up at me.

"Holy muther fuck you've got better, and you used to be fucking brilliant. Did you cum; I can't tell I'm so wet?"

"Not yet, you were enjoying yourself too much,"

"Oh yes, we get to do it again and this time you will cum in me, " she told me. "Can we change position please; I want you behind me this time."

I pulled out and she turned over and got up on her knees and supported her weight on her forearms, I pulled a couple of pillows over to her and she smiled gratefully.

"You always were one of the more considerate lovers," she said looking over her shoulder. "Now fuck me," she ordered me wiggling her ass provocatively.

I moved into a comfortable position and thrust deeply into her again, but the position change meant she felt completely different. I picked up the pace and soon we were both groaning 

"My ass, play with my ass," she gasped out to me.

I blindly felt for the bottle of lube on the bedside cabinet and squirted some so it tricked down between her buttocks and pooled on her puckered asshole. I worked it in to the muscular ring while trying to keep up my rhythm. I pushed my thumb in past the ring of muscle, after a bit of resistance it slid in easily. 

"Oh god yes, that feels so good," she cried out, and I eased first one then a second finger in as well and I could feel my prick under my fingers as it moved in and out. It was an intense feeling and I could feel my orgasm building up. 

Angie was continuously grunting with pleasure, and I warned her that I was close.

"I'm there, just cum, cum in me," she screamed. 

Two more thrusts and I was there, and we came together. My jism felt like it was burning as shot through my prick and jetted into her waiting cunt. It kept pulsing out of me, filling her, until I could see my cum oozing out around my shaft and dripping down the backs of her thighs. 

Angie just collapsed forward and I fell with her completely spent, still buried inside her. After a while we moved into a more comfortable position on our sides facing each other. 

"Wow," was all I could say, as I gently stroked her breast

"Making this baby is going to be so much fun," she sighed. "You know that it doesn't matter what you think, this baby will always be ours: Peter's, yours, Simone's, and mine - we will all be its parents. 

"I know." 

She rolled over and I curled up behind her pulling the bed covers over us and she fell asleep. I lay awake waiting for Simone. It wasn't long before she appeared at the door, I pulled the covers back and she slipped in beside me. 

"Did you have fun?" I asked. 

She smiled, "it was fun, Mike's such a gentleman, he insisted on making me cum twice, before he would let me suck him off." She gave me a kiss, "Can you taste him?"

"Hmmm, definitely a hint of Mike in there. Did Julia get her orgasm?"

"And how, I thought you would have heard her in here?"

"How's was Pete with all this?" I wondered pointing at the sleeping Angie

"So happy, he had been so scared that Angie would get so desperate to have a baby that she would leave him."

"Oh god, was that what he was thinking?" came Angie's sleepy voice from beside me. "He wouldn't talk to me about it. I would never have done that." 

"Go get him," I told her. "This bed is big enough for four."

She jumped up and disappeared out the door only to reappear with Pete in tow a few moments later. "The silly man was going to sleep alone on the sofa."

"You, man are a fucking idiot," I told him, "if you had told her what you were worried about, she could have told you it was never going to happen." 

I said, "And yes, I'm an idiot as well because if I'd been around we would have dealt with this much earlier! Now I'm going to fuck my fiancé and you are going to fuck your wife," they made a move to leave. "No, idiots, here beside us, so I can keep an eye on you and make sure you're doing it right!" 

I could see Simone's shoulders shaking as she tried not to laugh out loud. 

"Ok, sex slave. Prepare to be boarded. Let's show them how babies are made."

She gave me a funny look, "Can we have one too?"

"I was going to ask you the same question."

"That's settled then," she looked at me sheepishly. "It's a good job too as I stop taking my birth control yesterday."

I felt the bed move and realised that Pete was on his back and Angie was riding him. 

"Ladies choice," I told her.

"Then doggy style please; I think it's so wanton, Peter and Julia did it and it looked so hot, and I've never tried it with a proper lover" 

"Well you are my wanton hussy and sex slave, so assume the position."

She got up on all fours and wiggled her buttocks in my direction, and my semi hard dick was like a piece of steel moments later. There was a lot of interesting noise coming from the pair beside us. 

I used my hands to help her position herself to make it a more comfortable and enjoyable experience and then when she was ready I pushed all the way in until I could feel her cervix against my glans. I paused there to allow her to get used to the feeling, and then began a slow but steady thrusting. Simone's head was hanging down and her moans and the way her hands clenched and relaxed against the pillow were in sync to my motion.

I had established a rhythm, and took the chance to peek at the others; they were getting close to their orgasms. Angie's mouth was open as she tried to force more air into her lungs, her eyes were closed and her coital blush extended all over her body. Each time she came down, he used his hips to meet her and grind together. Both of their bodies were shivering as they experienced pre-orgasmic tremors. 

Simone's moans were getting louder and more urgent, as I picked up the pace of my thrusts, and she pushed back at me each time I moved forward. I reached between her legs and found her clit, standing proud and erect from her clitoral hood and squeezed and tugged with my fingers. Her cry of pleasure matches those of the others as they peaked in an earth shattering mutual orgasm. I gave Simone several hard brutal thrusts and rolled her clit between my fingers. Her shoulders sank to the bed as she came, screaming, the muscles in her cunt spasming. One more thrust and I came, jetting hot cum inside her. We collapsed and wriggled up against the others and crashed out.

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Tales of Dirty Old Man Ch. 06



Tales of a dirty old man - Ch 6

I describe myself as a wannabe Dirty old man, not because I am one, but because as my best friend Karen keeps telling me, there is no higher accolade and so I should aim to be one.

This is the sixth chapter in this series - I recommend you to read the previous chapters in order before this one.

Once again this story would not have been possible without the feedback and encouragement I received from Romantic1.





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We headed off to check on Pete and found him at the wheel with Angie sitting on his lap as he steered Rosie. We were further downstream that I expected and I realised that Julia's 'hour' had become three.    

"I hope you weren't wasting my valuable sperm earlier," Angie asked with an innocent smile across her face.

"No, I can honestly say I was putting them to a damn good use," I replied, and Simone burst out laughing. 

"I know," said Pete, "and so did the all the people watching us navigate the lock. Didn't you hear the round of applause when you two came?"

"Fuck," there was nothing else I could say other to remind myself to close the portholes and skylight next time I made love in the afternoon while cruising!





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"You can and you did," I told her as I cradled her in my arms. My cock was still firmly embedded inside her and I could feel the muscles of her cunt continuously contracting and relaxing round my shaft as its presence was triggering little micro orgasms. I started a gentle pumping action and almost immediately Simone came again, riding the sensation with a cry and another kiss for me. I continued pumping and her orgasms kept coming until they merged into one long continuous orgasm. Finally, she cried out for me to stop. She needed a rest; she couldn't take anymore. 

She looked at me with shock and love in her eyes, "I never thought you could have too much pleasure. How did you manage to do that? What have you done to me? I'm never going to be the same again." 

I held her in my arms as she recovered, "I could only do it to you because I love you so much," I told her. "You made me so hard I could reach just the right spot."

She wriggled down into a more comfortable position but refused to let me pull out. "He'd better be in my kitty when I wake up," she told me in a tired voice. She closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep. Even as she started to sleep I could still feel the small pulses and spasms of her kitty around my tumescent cock.

At some point during the night I awoke to find her gently moving up and down on my firm cock. She smiled when she saw my eyes were opened, and she rode the pair of us to a gentle but extremely pleasant mutual orgasm, before we both fell back into the arms of Morpheus.







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"Can I join you in the morning? Mike will be fast asleep and I want say goodbye properly." 

"Of course," we both said, and then I had a thought and whispered in her ear. 

She smiled, "I'll get them for you now," and rubbed my head, as she stood and collected the other three and they headed back to the other cabin. A few moments later Julia reappeared and walked through to my cabin. She walked back and quietly told me, "They're beside your bed."

I looked at Simone and then Lisette, "I'm going to take Simone to bed," I told Lisette.

"We would like you to join us, but if it's too fast we understand," Simone told her. "There's no pressure, you don't have to leave there's another cabin you can use."

"I really want to, but I'm scared it will hurt again." 

"You will be in control, any time you want us to slow down or stop you tell us," I told her. I added, "It shouldn't hurt. Your previous boyfriend was insensitive to your feelings. Making love with someone is a glorious feeling of transcendence and bliss ... done right."

"Then please take me to bed and love me."

Simone led her to our cabin and I followed admiring Lisette's trim body. Simone and I stood at the end of the bed and kissed and slowly undressed each other, we alternated removing an item until we were both naked. Simone gestured to Lisette and invited her into our arms, she smiled and joined us and we carefully undid the buttons of her top and slid it off her shoulders. I reached behind her back and unhooked her bra and Lisette shrugged it off. I sat on the end of the bed and she stood in front of me 

"God, your breasts are beautiful," I told her, and took her nipple gently between my lips and sucked. Simone stood behind her and stroked her other breast and Lisette gasped and her nipples hardened. 

I pulled the zip down on her skirt and it slid down her hips and pooled at her feet, she was wearing a pair of brief white cotton panties that made her look younger than she was. Simone knelt behind her and pulled them down her thighs, her pussy was a luxurious untrimmed light brown. 

We crawled up the bed with Lisette between us; I alternated stroking Simone and Lisette's breasts as they French kissed. I allowed my hand to rest on Lisette's hairy mons, and she looked at me with a hint of fear in her eyes

"I won't hurt you," I promised. "Tell me to stop if you want me to. I will go very slowly and treat you like delicate flower. "

"Don't worry," Simone assured her; "he won't hurt you, just relax and enjoy the pleasure."

I leant across Lisette and kissed Simone and my finger found the tip of Lisette's clitoris as it hid beneath her clitoral hood. I very gently teased her clit, and felt it begin to grow beneath my finger tip. She moaned and looked at me with wonder in her eyes.

"That feels so good," she told us. 

"Make her cum," Simone whispered to me." 

"I will," I told her, and pushed a little harder on her clitoris with my thumb as my fingers slid between her moist labial lips. 

Her eyes wider and her moans grew louder and my fingers slid into the warm passage of her cunt. 

"Oh fuck, that feels good," Lisette cried.

My fingers searched for and found her G spot and her reaction was immediate as she cried out on shock and pleasure. Simone was whispering words of encouragement and reassurance while caressing Lisette's breasts. 

We looked at each other and lent across Lisette's for a long deep reassuring kiss, and beneath us she moaned and wriggled as the sensations built up in her body. We broke apart and we each took one of Lisette's nipples to suck and I pressed more aggressively on her erect clitoris and G spot.

Lisette was writhing and continually crying out as I felt her orgasm building up beneath my fingers.

Her cry's grew louder and more incoherent as she let the sensations wash over her, "Ohhh, ohhhh, ohhh fuck, ohhh fuuuuuuucck meeeee," and then as she came, "Holy fuuuck, I'm cuuuuming." She threw her head back and arched her back, her cunt contracted locking my fingers in place and squirted girl juice onto my hand and up my arm. Suddenly, the bed was soaked.

After a few moments she batted my hand away and curled up on her side, her body was still shaking as she came slowly down from her orgasm. Simone curled behind Lisette and held her in her arms kissing the back of her neck as she relaxed into her arms. 

Simone smiled at me "That's the first proper orgasm the poor girls ever had. Thank you for being so careful with her." 

"Her first?" I sounded surprised.

"Yes, my first," Lisette whispered. "Thank you, thank you, thank you." She attached herself to my lips in a deep passionate French kiss that left us both breathless. 

"I think we can do better than that," I told her. 

She looked worried, "I'm not using birth control, I don't want to take any chances."

"Not a problem, I've thought about that possibility," and I gestured at the bedside cabinet behind Simone and there was a small pile of condoms. 

"Ah, that's what you asked Julia for," Simone realised, then told Lisette. "Come and help me get him ready for you." 

I lay back and settled down to enjoy the sight and sensations as Simone showed Lisette how to suck my cock to the desired firmness, I was close to perfection when she stopped and got Lisette to try, she could barely get her lips past my glans before she started gagging. 

"Don't worry, try licking the shaft and head," Simone told her and she did with a lot of enthusiasm. Simone smiled as she saw the expression on my face, and whispered in my ear, "Thank you my lovely dirty old man, I love you." 

"I love you too," I whispered back and let my hand run up her leg until my fingers found their target and slid into her velvet-soft vagina, Simone gasped and she pushed back against my hand. 

With a quiver in her voice she told Lisette, "He's ready for you, put a condom on him....oh fuck," she groaned as my fingers found her G spot. 

Lisette opened the packet and rolled the sheath down my ridged eight inches. "He's so big; I worry about him fitting inside me," she asked Simone with a hint of anxiety in her voice." 

"Yesssssssssss," Simone gasped to both of us as my thumb pressed down on her clit. "You bastard," she whispered to me. 

Desperately trying to ignore what my fingers were doing to her, she helped Lisette position herself above me and then guided my hard cock between Lisette's dripping labial lips and into the entrance of her tight cunt.

"Come down slowly," she told her, "until it's uncomfortable then up and down again, each time you will get more in until ... yes, that it." Simone groaned as Lisette's pubis touched mine. "Now she's all yours," Simone told me and she buried her head in the pillow to muffle her cries as I carried on caressing her clit and G spot. 

Lisette was riding me, building up to a steady rhythm, she groaned each time I filled her tight moist cunt and the condom coated head of my cock rubbed across her G spot. My free hand was teasing her breast and nipple; the other was buried between Simone's legs. 

I could feel Simone's orgasm building up as the muscles of her cunt started twitching. I eased off a bit, trying to hold her just shy of her orgasm, I wanted to get Simone and Lisette to cum at the same time. 

I could sense that Lisette was getting close, her head was bent forward, her cries were almost continuous and her cunt was shivering. She felt wonderful: tight, warm, sensitive, and beautifully moist. I was thrusting up into her each time she pushed down. 

"Oh god, ohh fuuuuk ohhh fuuuuuuuk, I'm so close," she cried out. I used my finger to flick the hard nubbin of her clit while my other hand increased the pressure on Simone's clit and G spot. 

Both of them came almost simultaneously, there were only a few seconds between them. Lisette came first, with a long deep groan, her cunt squeezing down on me and her juice squirted into my groin and ran off of me onto the bed. Seconds later Simone's cunt spasmed and her legs shook as she came; her kitty juice dripped down my hand. 

Lisette slid off me and curled up on her side again and looked at me with wonder in her eyes, "God, that was so much better than the first time." 

Simone looked at me hungrily, "Did you cum?"

"No," I told her with a smile.

"Good, take that stupid thing off and fuck me hard. I need to feel you cum inside me." 

I striped off the condom and flipped Simone onto her back. She raised her legs and tucked them on my shoulders. I plunged my steel hard cock deep into her cunt and felt my glans touch her cervix, and we both groaned, I started wriggling from side to side trying to flick the head over her A spot again, and as I found it, Simone eyes opened wide and she shook her head from side to side as the waves of pleasure washed over her. 

"Holy fuck," she gasped. "You're doing it to me again. This time you better cum." 

I kept swinging the tip of my cock against the spot and within a short space of time she was telling the whole world she was about to cum. 

Her cries became louder and louder crying out, "Holy fuck, oh fuck, oh fuuck meeeee," before they finally became an incoherent scream as her body spasmed in an intense orgasm. I hadn't cum but I was close so I began plunging even harder into her wet cunt and seconds later she was coming again and the muscles in her passage squeezed my cock in a symphony of spasms that triggered my orgasm and resulting streams of my hot jism flooding into her. As before with Simone, her spasms continued for a while.

We collapsed in each other's arms still connected and Lisette wriggled up beside us and kissed us both all over. Lisette whispered, "I don't know what you just did to her, but sometime soon I hope you'll do that to me too. You've changed my whole way of thinking about sex and love just in this short time." She paused and kissed me. She asked softly and tentatively, "Thank you, I love you both. Can I stay the night with you please?" 

Our answer was to hold our arms out to her and the three of us curled up together, and were soon heading into the arms of Morpheus. 

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To be continued 



Tales of Dirty Old Man Ch. 07



I describe myself as a wannabe Dirty old man, not because I am one, but be-cause as my best friend Karen keeps telling me, there is no higher accolade and so I should aim to be one.

This is the seventh chapter in this series - I recommend you to read the previous chapters in order before this one.

Once again this story would not have been possible without the feedback and encouragement I received from Romantic1.

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We collapsed in each other's arms still connected. Lisette wriggled up beside us and kissed us both all over. Lisette whispered, "I don't know what you just did to her, but sometime soon I hope you'll do that to me too. You've changed my whole way of thinking about sex and love in just this short time." She paused and kissed me. She asked softly and tentatively, "Thank you, I love you both. Can I stay the night with you please?" 

Our answer was to hold our arms out to her and the three of us curled up together, and were soon heading into the arms of Morpheus. 

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The games we play

I awoke very early the next morning by the sensation of warmth as a mouth enveloped the head of my semi erect cock. I opened an eye to discover Lisette attempting to swallow as much as she could. My movements woke Simone who was curled up at my side with her head on my chest and my arm around her.

We both smiled at Lisette and she stopped for long enough to look up at us and ask Simone nervously, "You don't mind do you?"

"Of course not," and she reached down and stroked Lisette's hair, before raising her lips to mine and drawing me into a long passionate kiss.

Lisette smiled at us gratefully and bent her head down again. She sucked the head of my growing cock into her mouth. Her long hair cascaded down hiding her face and my groin. Simone was stroking my chest, and I cupped her breast with my hand and felt her nipple swell under my fingertips.

"She is getting much better at this," I whispered to Simone, as Lisette managed to get her lips halfway down my shaft. She flicked her hair back allowing us the perfect view of my cock disappearing into her mouth. She kept drawing back to lick my glans before swallowing a tiny bit more on each attempt. 

I groaned "Oh god, that's fucking wonderful." 

In response Lisette sucked harder. Simone began suckling on my nipple. I was in seventh heaven; the woman of my dreams was in my arms while a beautiful young girl was sucking my cock and getting better at it with every second.

I felt Lisette's hand reach down between my legs, cup my balls, and gently massage them.

"I'm getting close," I warned her. She didn't stop so I took that as an invitation. A cry and a stream of hot cum into her mouth announced the start of my climax. Her eyes opened wide as several more pulses of cum filled her mouth and as she pulled back, the last one landed on her face.

"So much, so nice," she mumbled round her mouthful, and she moved up to us to share my bounty. She kissed both of us and we used our tongues to dip into her mouth and acquire a taste. Then she swallowed the rest. I licked her face clean; after all, I'm the one who made it messy.

She looked at us, "You make me feel so loved, and why didn't I meet you before that idiot of an ex-boyfriend?" There were tears on her cheeks. Simone kissed them away. 

"Will you help me clean him up?" Simone asked and gestured at my mid-section.

Between the pair of them, they licked me clean and restored my cock to its full potential. Simone came back to lie beside me whilst Lisette sat cross-legged beside us looking pensively at Simone. 

"Don't you really mind that I'm in bed with you sharing Andy?"

Simone told her, "Of course not, we explained it all to you last night. You will always have a place in our bed."

"I have to go soon, I need to be at the cafe by nine. Can I come back this evening after work?"

I thought for a moment, this could get a bit complicated with Angie. I really didn't want to hurt Lisette. I could see that Simone was having the same thoughts. 

I asked, "When do you go back to university?" 

"In two weeks' time, I finish working at my uncle's cafe at the end of this week." 

I smiled at them both; the solution was simple, at least it seemed so to me. 

"Of course you can come back this evening. However, I do have a better proposal. We want to fulfil Angie's wish over the next couple of days and we don't want to ignore you."

I turned to Simone, "Simone why don't we invite Lisette to join us for a few days towards the end of next week after Pete and Angie leave, and she doesn't have to worry about going to work?" 

Simone smiled at me, she obviously had the same initial reservation that I had and was more than happy with my solution. 

"That sounds perfect," Simone said, "So would you like a holiday with us next week?" She asked Lisette. 

Lisette said, "That sounds wonderful. Can I stay for a whole week?" 

"Well at least five days," Simone told her. 

I jokingly said, "You can be my first mate and Lisette the cabin boy...err girl.

Lisette smiled at the idea and agreed to our proposal, "I will miss you both but the thought of a week with you sounds like so much fun." 

She pointed at my erect cock, then asked Simone, "Can I have that as a going away present please?" 

Simone laughed and reaching over to the bedside table handed her a condom packet. "Have fun little one; I'm going to take a shower. Then I need to have a chat to Julia." 

She turned and kissed me, "Please give her a present to savour," and with that, she disappeared into the bathroom. 

Lisette looked a bit surprised that Simone had left. Then she smiled to herself as she opened the packet and rolled the condom down my cock.

I stroked her pussy, and caressed her slit. She was dripping wet, and gave a little shiver. 

She whispered, "Please don't be gentle with me; I want to feel all of you."

I grinned and nodded; I flipped her onto her back and placed a pillow under her hips. She raised her legs and hooked them over my shoulders and the tip of my cock was nestling at the entrance of her cunt. With a single precise movement, I buried myself deep into her tight silky soft cunt. 

She cried, "Oh fuck, no one's ever filled me like that."

I began pushing into her with slow full strokes touching her cervix with each thrust. She accompanied my strokes with her own cries. Her hands clenched my buttocks urging me deeper on each stroke. She would give a little squeal every time my pubis rubbed against her protruding erect nubbin of a clit. I could feel the walls of her cunt start twitching as her first orgasm began building up.

She cried out, "Oh fuck, ooh, oooooh god, I'm coming."

Her body shook as she came. Without letting her get her breath back I carried on thrusting. She looked at me in shock as her second orgasm swiftly followed the first.

"I can't be coming again, it's too soon," she gasped. 

Lisette screamed as the pleasure washed over her again, but I didn't alter my rhythm. I could feel my orgasm slowly building up but it was some way away. I kept plunging in and out, as Lisette was moaning incoherently. A few moments later, she was coming for a third time. Her mouth opened in a mute cry and her cunt spasmed, squeezing me. A couple of thrusts later I came, jetting jism into the condom, filling it.

I rolled over onto my back without withdrawing and she settled down with a long drawn out sigh of contentment on my chest. She looked at me with those wide blue eyes of hers.

She whispered to me, "Simone's going to hate me; I'm falling in love with you." 

I told her, "Don't be silly, Simone won't hate you, she loves you the same way I do." 

I looked at her carefully. "Little one, we both enjoy having you with us in our bed. I'm so happy that you seem to enjoy it too. Next week Simone can show you the many ways a woman can please you. Then you will be worrying that I will hate you, as you will fall further in love with her. Don't worry we will never hate you; we will always love you." 

"Of course we will," said Simone from the door as she entered the room. She was carrying a mug of coffee for me. She was wrapped in a towel with her hair wrapped up in a second one. She came and sat beside us and drew Lisette into a deep Sapphic kiss that had my toes curling. 

"You remind me of myself at your age; oh how I wish I'd met someone like Andy to show me then how good sex and love can be. I heard the end of your conversation. It's OK if you love Andy. I love him, and I love you too." 

I propped myself up at the head of the bed with my coffee and removed the condom. The pair of them curled up on either side of me, and for the next wee while, we just sat there in silence. 

Lisette looked at the clock, "I need to move, can I use the shower?" 

Simone replied, "Of course, do you need anything else?" 

"Could I borrow a clean pair of panties, mine got soaked with my sex juices; I was so aroused last night. I've spare clothes at the cafe, I can change there." 

"No problem, I will bring them to you."

Lisette went off for a shower and I turned to Simone, "Thank you, you are so generous, I really do love you," and she pulled me into a deep kiss.

"I knew exactly how she felt about you. It's these same thing I felt when I first met you, you looked at me and you didn't see the surface me, you could see the hidden me and when you smiled it resonated through my whole being." 

Julia's voice came from the doorway, "That's the reason so many people love him and a good part of the reason the family exists." 

She stood there wrapped in a towel with her hair wet from the shower. I held my hand out to her and she came and sat beside us. Simone kissed her and stood up. 

Simone said, "I need to get Lisette those clean panties and say goodbye with a proper kiss."

"Give her a kiss from me and warn her that we will probably go downstream later today. We will be back in three or four days and see her then ... and come back when you're done please."

She blew us a kiss and disappeared off after Lisette. 

I looked at Julia, "I'm going to miss you too, I know it was my fault we haven't been in touch and I'm so sorry." 

"Don't be, you did what you thought was right at the time. You won't do it again will you?" 

I shook my head and she curled up in my arms, and we lay there quietly for a few minutes until she looked up at me and spoke. "I guess we have a potential new family member." 

"Who, do you mean Lisette?"

"Yes, I told you last night she was in love with you. Now it looks like she's added Simone to her infatuation." 

I told her, "We will see, she goes back to university in a couple of weeks. I'm sure she will find a boyfriend and forget all about us." 

"I wouldn't bank on it; I've seen it all before, that girl has got a bad case of the 'Andys.' Even if she never saw you again, she'd be in love with you the rest of her life." She laughed and continued, "I should be able to recognise it. I've been suffering from the same thing for over twenty-six years." 

As Simone returned, Julia continued, "More importantly, we will see you at Christmas for the wedding. Then we move back to Europe, you need to help us find us somewhere to live near here."

Simone said, "I think I may have the solution. The winery and house; it's only thirty kilometres away and there are several properties there that I ... I mean 'we' own. One of those will be perfect for you two. They were converted into holiday Gites a few years ago." She smiled in glee at the thought.

Simone looked at me, "We can use the main house when we are not on Rosie. The vineyards run along the river so we can moor her there." 

She looked at the both of us so hopefully, "We could be one big happy family?"

Julia told her, "We not only could, we will be. Thank you that sounds like a wonderful idea."

Simone said, "We will send you photos and video so you can decide which one you want. The price is non-negotiable, one hundred Euros and a whole lot of love from you and Mike."

Before Julia could protest the ridiculously low rental price, Simone held her hand up to stop her fuss. I couldn't help laughing at the sight of Simone standing motionless at the end of the bed. She was wrapped in fluffy white towels, with her arms crossed over her breasts. She had such a serious expression on her face. 

Julia went and put her arms around Simone, "Let's go and tell Mike your idea while this smelly old man has a shower. He smells of morning sex, and I'm jealous it wasn't me. Andy please don't dawdle, our taxi is booked for eleven. Angie and Pete are preparing breakfast for us." Julia shot me a coy grin.

They turned and walked out, their perfect exit spoilt by Simone's towel unravelling and leaving her naked. She bent to retrieve it and I had the perfect view of her exquisite buttocks surrounding the hidden depth of her womanhood. Despite all my prior activity, I felt myself stirred by the occasion.

I hit the shower and quickly washed and allowed my poor cock to regain his composure. I dressed and followed my nose to the heavenly aromas coming from the galley. Angie had prepared pancakes, bacon and scrambled eggs, and there was a full pot of coffee. I sat down at the breakfast bar with the rest of them, and a heaped plate was placed in front of me. I gratefully tucked in.

Pete looked at me and then addressed the rest of them, "After all this time has anyone worked out what it is that makes women behave the way they do around him?" 

Three female hands went up.

Mike just shrugged and said, "I don't know, but whatever it is I wish he'd bottle it so I could have some." Julia slapped the back of his head in a comic way.

Simone told Peter, "Its simple, when most men look at a woman, present company excluded; We knows that deep down that we are being assessed at a superficial level. Great tits, great ass, legs and so on. In Andy's case that's not what he responds to. I could tell that the second he looked at me he had stripped away the skin and could see the inner me, he senses and sees hidden emotions." 

She looked at the other women and they nodded

She continued, "When he looks at you there is something that make you want to ..." she paused for a moment obviously trying to put her thought into words, "No, for me it's almost a physical need to want to sit on his lap and bare your soul to him." She giggled and added, "THEN he looks at your tits, ass, legs, and the rest of you."

And as though to prove her point she came and sat on my lap. She took a fork from the rack and started to feed me.

Julie looked at Pete, "Twenty-six years ago I walked into the student bar with a group of friends including my boyfriend. I saw Andy for the first time. It was a darkish room and he was sitting in a booth surrounded by women. I remember he looked up and saw me and smiled. I felt like I was suddenly in a spotlight. He walked over to me and told me that as it was his birthday he was allowed to claim a kiss from every woman in the room. By the end of that kiss I swear I'd cum. My knickers were soaking." 

She looked at me, "I walked away from my boyfriend and sat next to Andy and told him I was his birthday present, at the end of the evening he took me home and unwrapped me. And I've never ever regretted my actions." 

Mike told Julia, "You know that after he first got us together, he told me that if I ever hurt you, he would hunt me down and they would never find the body." 

I said, "In my defence can I point out I'd just seen the Godfather movie and that may have influenced my bold aggressiveness. Plus it worked didn't it?"

For the next few moments, all that could be heard was the sound of six people enjoying their food. 

"So what's the plan?" I asked, waving my fork in Mike and Julia's direction.

Mike said, "The taxi arrives in an hour. We will see you all in the Maldives in December."

Julia said, "We will keep in touch; remember we have a wedding to organise. Then we move here in the New Year. We'll work out the details on email."

Simone replied, "We are so going to miss you guys, I can't believe it's only been a week since I first met you, I feel as though I've known you all my life." She threw her arms around Mike and started crying, and then she held her arms out to Julia.

She told Julia, "I love you. You are the big sister I never had; you and my dirty old man have shown me what love really is." She grasped my hand in hers. 

By now they both had tears running down their cheeks, and I could see that the rest of us weren't going to be far behind. For the next few minutes there was a lot of mutual support that evolved a fair amount of body contact.

Finally Julia and Mike broke away and I followed them to their cabin to get their bags. They did that last check dance, the way you always do darting round the room to make sure you haven't left anything. We stood holding hands then Mike took the bags up to the deck giving us the opportunity a private last word. 

I put my arms round her, "You are my oldest friend. You would tell me if I'm doing something stupid wouldn't you?" 

"I would, and you know you aren't. I've known you almost all my adult life and there is only one stupid thing you have done, and that was to hide away from me after Ros died."

I said, "That wasn't me being stupid." She looked at me in surprise. 

"That was me not wanting to destroy your marriage." 

"What do you mean?" 

"You remember after she was gone how much I was hurting? You were there to comfort me. What you don't know is how close I was to asking you to leave Mike and stay with me. You know you would have done it regardless of the consequences." 

She nodded at me with tears in her eyes. 

"I could see that Mike was thinking the same, he even told me that it would be alright if you stayed. I just couldn't do that to him or you, so I took the coward's way out and ran away."

"You bastard, I spent nearly three years thinking you didn't love me anymore, before I came to my senses," she said with her head buried in my chest. I silenced her with a kiss. 

I told her, "You know that's not true, I will never ever not be in love with you." 

She said, "Oh deep down I knew, now I understand why he kept telling me that you still loved me and that I just need to give you time." 

"The taxi's here," we heard Peter call down to us. One last kiss and we went up to join them. 

Nobody wanted a long draw out goodbye so after a quick hug and a kiss we were waving to them as the taxi drove off down the road. 

I suggested, "I think we should travel downstream for the next couple of days and relax and enjoy ourselves."

Angie asked, "What about Lisette?"

Simone told her, "We told her we will pick her up in four or five day, after her summer job finishes, but first there is the little detail of your pregnancy."

"But I'm not pregnant yet!" 

"That's the little detail we need to attend to." 

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The River Trip

Thirty minutes later Rosie was cruising down stream and the four of us sat in the wheelhouse watching the French countryside slowly passing us by. The northern bank was littered with southern facing vineyards and after about four hours.

Simone pointed at the bank and the vineyards, "Those are ours. Can we stop and take a look please?"

Then she pointed out the landing stage and the track up to the house on the crest of the hill. "I grew up in that house, and it was my home with Bernard and he took it away from me." 

She looked at me with a steely glint in her eyes softened by a pair of tears. "Please help me claim it back for us and our children?"

"Of course I will; it's yours and your children's inheritance." 

"No, no it's not just mine, and the children's, but you and your kids and our children. I loved this place and he stole it physically and mentally from me."




Tales of Dirty Old Man Ch. 07



"Then it's time to take you home," 

I looked at the other two and they nodded in agreement. I pointed Rosie's bow at the landing stage. I held her steady, Peter jumped down and secured the mooring lines, and I stopped the engine. A few moments later, a bushy grey-haired old man appeared from between the vines waving his arms.

"This is private property; you cannot moor here. Please g ..." His voice trailed away as he saw Simone. 

"Simone!" and she ran into his arms. 

They spoke to each other in rapid volatile French, far too fast for me to understand other than the odd name. 

They wound down and she brought him over to me, "This is Gaston he's looked after these vines for as long as I can remember, he bounced me on his knee when I was a child, and taught me to prune my first vine."

I went to shake his hand but he drew me into the classic French man hug and kissed me on both cheeks. There were tears in his eyes.

"So you are the one who got rid of that bastard Bernard and brought my little Simone back to me." 

I pointed at Pete, "He did most of the work." 

Pete got the same treatment and then Angie. 

I said to Angie, "I get the impression Bernard was not liked." 

"No shit Sherlock, what makes you think that?" She laughed.

Simone took my hand and almost dragged me up the track in the direction of the house. As we got closer, I realised that it was a lot larger than I had first thought. Simone confirmed my suspicion when she turned to us and spoke.

"Welcome to the Chateau de Grasse."

I looked at her, "I thought we agreed no more surprises." 

She looked surprised at my statement, "But this is just my home."

Then she looked absolutely wicked, and she asked hopefully. "Does this mean I've been naughty and I get to be spanked?" God, what kind of monster had I created? 

"Do you think you've been naughty," I asked her. 

"Of course I have, I've been very naughty." 

I looked at Pete for help.

"Don't look at me. You started this and you need to deal with it."

Change the subject I thought.

I asked "Why 'de Grasse,' not 'Laurent.'" 

"That was my mother's name and this all comes from her side of the family. Laurent is my father name."

She stood beside me, her golden hair shining in the sunlight wearing a short light blue sundress looking out over the chateau. She was so beautiful that for a second I couldn't get my breath. I had to sit down on a nearby wall and I realised how much I loved her. I had that moment of disbelief that she could love me too.

Simone came and knelt at my side looking worried, and she took my hand in hers, "Are you alright?" 

I stroked her hair and face, and saw the others looking at me in concern. 

"No I'm fine, but I need to ask you a question. Why, when you are so beautiful and have all this, do you want to be with me for the rest of your life?"

She punched me on the shoulder, "You idiot, because I love you with all my heart and soul, that's why. Don't you think I've been asking myself the same question about you ever since we met?" 

Angie said, "Could you two please agree that you both love each other and were made for each other. Let's move on. I want to see the Chateau."

We agreed and continued walking up to the Chateau. Simone whispered to me, "I haven't forgotten that I need punishing." 

"I'm working on a suitable one." 

She smiled at me obviously in anticipation of our rough sex play when I 'punished' her beautiful body. 

As we reached the door, it opened and a tall elegant elderly woman appeared. Simone dragged me by my hand to meet her. She and Simone stood there in each other's arms for a few moments quietly crying. They wiped their eyes and she motioned us in to the entrance hall and then through to a sitting room. 

Simone introduced us. "This is Sarah, Gaston's wife. She's the housekeeper and looked after me when my mother died," 

"Aye, she was a bonny wee lassie," Sarah told me in a soft highland accent." 

She saw the look of surprise on my face. "I came here on a working holiday to pick the grapes more than forty years ago. I was going to travel the world. I got as far as here and met my man, and I never left." 

She smiled at me and asked, "So you are the one who has stolen my darling's heart?" 

Simone said, "Sarah he's everything that Bernard wasn't, and we are going to get married on New Year's Eve in the Maldives."

"I know. Rachael called to tell us the news. She also mentioned that when the children get back from America they will be staying with her until they go back to school." 

Pete said, "I keep wondering if that school is not one of the problems. I think you should consider moving them to one that is local, and also not a boarding school." 

It was obvious that Sarah wasn't sure who Pete and Angie were, so Simone introduced them and explained that they were the ones who had worked out Bernard's plans and had put the spanner in them.

"So it's your people who came around and escorted Bernard from the office and house?" 

"Yes, and I should check up on them." 

I said, "You know you could be right about the children. Can you ask your team to find out what other options we have locally?" Then I realised I was taking over and this was Simone's decision. 

"Sorry darling, I think that Pete is right, but they are your children and it's your decision. I'll support whatever you think is best." 

"No, Peter is right, Michael and Anna need to come home, and we need the time to become a proper family."

Then she asked, "Pete, do you want to go in to the office?" 

"Please," he said.

Simone looked at me, "I think the Chairman of the Board should go with him."

Angie burst out laughing. 

I said, "If you think he needs his hand held that's fine with me. Plus I need to ask your father a question." I winked at her.

Sarah got Gaston to drive us to the office, "Call when you want to be picked up." 

Pete said, "Not a problem. I'm sure I can get one of the one of the minions to drive us back." 

Sarah told us, "Miss Simone, Angela, gentlemen, diner will be served at eight. Your rooms have been sorted for tonight." 

"Ask daddy to come to dinner please," Simone added.

I nodded as we walked out to the car -- a silver grey 1960 Bentley Continental S2 that both Pete and I drooled over. Gaston smiled at us, "She is a beautiful car is she not? It was Simone's mothers car, and is now Simone's."

"Christ I knew there was a reason I fell in love with that woman. Pete you're in the back. The Chairman gets to ride up front." 

Pete chuckled, "You're going to milk the Chairman angle for a long time aren't you?" 

"I haven't even started; get in." 

The drive to the office wasn't far but I enjoyed every second of it. The office was part of a group of buildings that backed up to a hillside with the grape vines all around. Gaston pointed each out for us and described their purpose. The buildings were comprised of the winery, the office, the bottling plant and the storage warehouses that extended into the hillside.

We got out of the car and entered the offices. Pete immediately grabbed one of his team and organised a status meeting in the boardroom. When I walked in with him, there was a stunned silence. Then you could hear the whispered, 'It's the Chairman,' running round the room. Oh, I was really going to enjoy this! I could see Pete heading for the chair at the head of the conference table and I beat him to it and sat down. Pete glared at the poor person sitting in the chair next to mine. There was a very rapid reshuffle and he sat down. I couldn't help it, I just grinned at him.

"Don't you dare say a word," he hissed at me, and then launched himself into a discussion with the five members of the team. To my inexperienced ears, it sounded like Simone had inherited a very healthy company. 

I decided it was time to meet Simone's father. I interrupted Pete's flow and asked for directions to his office. As I left I reminded him to ask about the local schooling options for Michael and Anna. 

I followed the directions and walked down the corridor to George's office. I told his secretary that I needed to speak to him. 

"And you are who Monsieur?" 

"My name is Andrew and I am his daughter's fiancé." 

A look of shock shot across her face and she jumped up and hurried into the office. A few moments later she reappeared followed by an older and elegantly dressed gentleman in his late sixty's. 

I held my hand out to him, "Monsieur Laurent, I would like to introduce myself. I'm Andrew, and I would like your permission to marry your daughter?" 

He looked surprised at the bluntness of my question and then smiled briefly. He shook my hand and invited me into his office ignoring my question. We sat down in a pair of wingback armchairs by a fireplace and he asked his secretary to bring us each a glass of wine. I relaxed a bit; at least he hadn't proposed a duel. 

He started the conversation."I don't know if I should be thanking or cursing you for getting rid of my soon to be ex son. But I do know that you are probably the best thing that has happened to my daughter in the past few years."

He looked at me with anger in his eyes, "The more I hear, the more I despise Bernard. I was an idiot. I believed his stories and I abandoned my daughter. Worst of all I helped him turn my grandchildren against their mother." He snuffled as he started to choke up in his inward anger.

"We all make mistakes, and I think Simone knows that. I think you'll find that she's moved past those terrible years. I feel glad to have helped in some small way. She wants you to come to dinner tonight. She also wants to move the children to a local school."

"I will be there; she and I need to talk. 

He looked at me, "That's probably the best thing for them. They trust me, I can help by explaining to them what their father was doing." 

He looked at me and raised his glass, "I think I will be happy to have you as a son." He looked wistfully at me. "Now that Simone is back maybe I can think about retiring. I think that's why I let Bernard take over these past few years."

There was a knock on the door and Peter entered. I introduced him to George, and he sat down. They started an in depth business discussion that went over my head. I looked around George's office, and I was drawn to a painting on the wall. For a moment I thought it was Simone, but then I realised it couldn't be her because of the period dress the woman wore. 

George saw me looking and interrupted his conversation with Peter. "That is Simone's mother Helene. It was painted when she was twenty four, two years after we married." 

I said, "I thought it was Simone at first." 

George pointed at a photograph on his desk, "That's Helene at almost the same age as Simone is now. You would think that they were twins." 

I looked at him "I know she died when Simone was ten, if you don't mind telling me, what happened?" 

"It was a stupid accident. She wasn't even supposed to be on the plane. We were at a wine festival, but she really wanted to be back here in time for Simone's tenth birthday. She jumped at the chance when a family friend offered to fly her back. The plane crashed on takeoff and there were no survivors." 

I looked at him with a sense of mutual sympathy; "I lost my wife four years ago to cancer, I know that you never really get over it." 

There was a long pause and then I continued, "Dinner tonight, we were told to tell you that it's at eight o'clock."

He smiled, "That will be Sarah. She does enjoy cooking and with Bernard and the children gone she hasn't had a lot of opportunities lately." 

I knew that they had more to discuss, so I told Pete, "I guess you would like to wrap up here? If so I'm going to take the opportunity to wander round the winery. I've never seen one up close."

I told George, "I will see you tonight," and we shook hands. 

George called out his office door and a young man appeared. "This is Robert; he will be happy to show you around." 

I got the full VIP tour and I must say it was very interesting. I've drunk a lot of wine in my time, and I even made it when I was in Saudi. But what I was shown was completely different from the jerry can in the bathroom I knew! 

I could see that Robert was itching to find out who I was. Also how Pete and I fitted in to all the changes that were presently going on in the winery management. Finally, when we reached the tasting room his curiosity got the better of him. 

He asked, "How do you know Monsieur Laurent?" 

"I don't really. I know his daughter, and we are getting married in a few months time." 

"But...but she is married to Monsieur Duval." 

I told him, "Not for much longer; she's divorcing him." 

"Ah, then that explains why he is no longer here; but the other people, why are they here?"

I thought about my answer and decided to err on the side of caution, "It's a management team she has brought in to support her father, as Bernard no longer has anything to do with the company."

He looked a bit confused with this statement, "But why did she bring them in?" 

"Because all of this is hers not Bernard's; her mother left it to her." 

Our conversation was interrupted as Pete and George arrived. 

George asked Robert, "Please fetch us a bottle of the special reserve." 

He told us, "This is our best wine, it's my favourite and I would like you to try it."

He took it from Robert and opened the bottle. He handed me a glass and I savoured the aroma and then took a sip. It was full bodied, a delicate symphony of summer fruits on the tongue. It was one of the best wines I'd ever tasted and from the look on Pete's face he completely agreed. 

George told us, "We don't sell it; it's only kept for the family."

He saw my expression and smiled, "Or for soon to be members of our family."

I stage whispered to Pete, "We may need to give serious thought to extending our 'family' if it comes with benefits like this."

"I agree, but right now we need to get back to the chateau. We need to round up a driver." 

George waved at Robert, "Robert can drive you, and please tell Simone I will see her at eight." 

*********************

A Family Dinner

It was seven before we got back at the chateau. We found Simone and Angie dressed for dinner sipping wine on the terrace. 

Simone told us, "There are clean clothes for you in our rooms. We got them from Rosie earlier. Sarah does like us to dress for dinner. Is daddy coming?" I nodded and she looked happy but nervous. 

I said, "He knows he let you down. He realizes that he let Bernard manipulate him and he regrets it. All he wants to do is quietly retire and enjoy his grandchildren."

Simone and Angie showed us to our rooms. Simone pointed out her room. To my surprise the room Simone took me to was next to hers. I gave her a quizzical look. 

She said, "It's Sarah. It's her Highland Calvinistic morals. Not under my roof if you are not married was her quote."

"But it's your roof." 

"Do you want to be the one who tells her that?" 

"And how are we going explain Angie in our bed, because she is expecting her first baby sperm donation tonight."

Angie said, "Too damn right I am." 

"That not an issue, watch this." 

Simone went to a large wall mounted mirror in my room and pressed a hidden catch. A hidden door panel swung open to show us a view of a surprised half-dressed Pete in the next room. 

"One of my distant relatives had it installed to make it easier to visit his mistresses." 

I looked eagerly at the other connecting wall between our rooms, "And there is secret door between our rooms? Good God, I feel like the Scarlet Pimpernel, they seek him here, they seek him there."

"If there is one I've never found it, but then you could just use the regular door between the rooms;" She pointed at a door that had been painted to look like the wall. 

Angie laughed, "Oh goody musical beds tonight." 

Simone told us with a grin, "Sarah may have been brought up with highland morals but she's lived in France for long enough that she understands the passion of love," 

She laughed, "What goes on behind closed doors..."

"...stays behind closed doors," I completed. 

"Hurry up you need to get dressed." 

I was the last to arrive only just beating Sarah's dinner announcement. I was pleased to see that Simone's Aunt Rachael had joined us. I greeted her with a kiss and she gave me a quick hug. There were six places set round the table. I would have expected to see a seventh place but Simone told me that Sarah would never eat with the family. 

Sarah made every effort to impress; the food and wine were excellent. It was obvious that Simone had forgiven her father. We discussed the problem of children with him. He agreed that it would best for them if they changed schools. He asked us to let him find a suitable local school for them. We decided that he and Rachael would pick them up from the airport. Simone had wanted to be there but she was quick to understand that they needed time to start countering Bernard's influence before she saw them.

I think the highlight of the evening for George was when Simone asked him to give her away at the wedding. For a few moments, he was silent and then he nodded, and there were tears in his eyes. 

We were served coffee and drinks in the sitting room and finally Sarah sat down and joined us. The topic of conversation drifted to the wedding and the arraignments. Simone wanted Sarah and Gaston to come, but Sarah refused.

"I'm sorry I would love to come but Gaston won't fly, and I will not be leaving him on his own."

Pete said to me, "Talking about the wedding, I got a text from your daughter. First will you please switch you bloody mobile on, her words not mine. Will you please check the details on the family page? If you want her to book the flights, she needs you to authorise the funds."

He disappeared and returned with his laptop and handed it to me. I opened the laptop and logged into the family page. I checked the status of the wedding invites. Then I saw that Kerstin had set up a travel page and people had been filling in their flight requests. I had Pete release funds to her and left her a message to start booking the flights. I told her to book first class wherever possible. I also asked her to forward all the confirmations to the resort, and added Rachael and George to the list. 

My mailbox was full of messages of congratulations. There was also a message from Julia with Marylou's contact details and the reminder to call. I copied them down, and noticed that there were many messages for Simone.

I handed the laptop to Simone so she could check the messages. I asked Pete if I could borrow his phone to call Marylou.

Angie looked at me, "I heard a bit about Marylou from Julia and Ros, what was the full story?" 

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For Angie 

"Do you want the long or the short version?" 

Simone said, "The simple one please."

"Well she's American nurse and was working at one of the hospitals in Riyadh when I met her. For the last three months of her contract, she moved in with Julia and me. We became a proper threesome; I suppose you could describe it as a triad. After she left Saudi Julia and I met up with her a few times. She joined Ros and me on holiday a couple of times, and they became very close. I know that Julia and Mike met up with her a few times as well. For some unknown reason she never considered herself as part of the family. She stayed a close friend for many years until she married a right idiot about ten years ago."

"Why did she leave?" 

"She was going back to school, and they wouldn't hold the place for her when she tried to extend her contract. I hadn't heard from her in years, not since she married. I don't think her husband approved of old boyfriends. We got the odd Christmas card but that was it. Apparently, a few months ago she contacted Julia." 




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I shook the feeling off and finished my drink. I picked up the phone and dialled Marylou. I heard it ring and then it was picked up.

"Hi, this is Marylou," came the long forgotten but oh so familiar American voice.

It took me a couple of seconds before I was able to respond, "Hi there, it's Andy," I didn't know what to say next. 

I didn't need to worry, there was a squeal from the phone and then, "Andy is that really you? Did Julia work her magic on you? Can I come and see you?"

"She did, as did someone else, which is the main reason I'm calling you. I have met my soul mate and we are going to get married over the New Year. I would really like you to come please, and you know you are always welcome to visit anytime." 

"Oh I'm so happy for you, of course I'm coming. I love Europe in the winter." 

"That great, only the wedding will be in the Maldives." 

"Even better, I hate the cold." You had to love her. Then her voice turned serious, "I'm so sorry about Ros, why didn't you let me know. You know how much I loved her. By the time I found out, you had disappeared."

"I'm sorry, I've no excuse other than I'm an idiot." We talked for a few more minutes until she set me off. There were tears falling down my cheeks. Simone came across and sat beside me looking worried and I hastily reassured her that I was ok. 

I quickly put the phone back to my ear, "Marylou, I need to go. I will get Julia to confirm the dates and everything else with you. Love you and we will talk soon." 

I heard an echoing 'Love you' before I rang off. 

I asked Pete, "By the way what were all those messages?" 

"They were congratulations messages, and offers of help for the wedding. I can't believe how many people love you, and want to do something for you." 

I just couldn't understand what it was people thought that they saw in me. Ros and Julia had both tried on numerous occasions to explain it but I could never see what it was. I didn't think I did anything different from the next person. 

I looked around the room and could see tired expressions on several faces. I decided to wrap things up, "That's me for the night," I said. "It's late and I would like to go a few more miles downstream tomorrow if everyone is happy with the idea?" 

The others agreed, and after we took our leave from Rachael, Sarah and George, we headed upstairs. 

Angie stopped us at the door to their room with an expectant look, "I think its sperm donation time."

Simone dragged us to her room, "I've got the biggest bed, and this is going to be a group event. Peter and I don't want to be left out of the insemination process."

She wasn't kidding when she said had the biggest bed. I've never seen a four poster that big. I've seen gardens that were smaller; hell, I've lived in student rooms that were smaller. Simone moved around dimming the lights and throwing extra pillows on the bed.

There was an awkward pause as we all stood at the bottom of the bed, looking at each other. This is ridiculous I thought. These were all friends and lovers yet the step we were about to take would move us all to a new level. From the looks on everyone else's faces we were all thinking the same thing.

I held my arms out and first Simone then Angela and finally Peter moved into a hug. I looked at Peter and asked, "My friend, this isn't family, this is special and wonderful, and goes beyond anything most people think of doing for each other. Do I have your permission to make love to you wife and make her pregnant?"

He looked at me with tears in his eyes, "If it wasn't for you and Ros I wouldn't have had the best fifteen years of my life married to this wonderful woman. It's so right that you help us do the one thing we can't do. We need you to do this for us."

Simone kissed me then took Angie's hand and placed it in mine.

She said, "This is a good thing you are doing, and it's why I love you so much." 

Angie whispered, "Thank you," and pulled me to the bed. Simone helped her undress me then she undressed Angie. 

Angie and I lay on the bed, and it was as if we were first time teenage lovers. We both slowly stroked and caressed each other. I saw Simone and Peter undressing each other before they joined us on the other side of the huge bed. But whilst they were holding and caressing each other it seemed it was more for comfort and reassurance than sex. 

I could do this clinically but that seemed so wrong. Angie deserved the best I could offer for all the trust she was placing in me. Besides, I loved her. Think of this as a first date I thought. I took her head in my hands and drew her into a long deep sensual kiss, my tongue duelling with hers. I felt her body slowly relax, I hadn't realised the tension that had built up.

Pete sat with his back to the head of the bed. Simone sat back between his legs, resting her head on his chest and he wrapped his arms round her. They both saw me glance at them and smiled reassuringly back at me.

Their love and trust made me relax. I kissed my way down Angie's neck and found her pink nipples standing proudly erect. I licked them, then sucked, and teased the closest. I felt rather than heard the groan from Angie. Her fingers caressed the back of my head, and I could feel her kissing the top of my head.

I let my hands roam further down her body, stroking and caressing pausing on the perfect globe of her ass cheeks. Then I let my fingers run across her puckered anus and on to her wet labial lips. She moaned in delight and her fingers tightened in my hair. My fingertips caressed her erect clitoris and again she moaned. My fingers slipped into her moist cunt and found her G spot. She groaned in pleasure. 

She whispered, "Thank you for this, but I need you in me now." She rolled over onto her back pulling me on top of her. She spread her lithe legs and wrapped them round me, urging me to penetrate her with my rigid cock. 

I found my place within the velvety walls of her cunt and began a rhythmic thrusting. Angie's hand stretched out; Peter took hold of it and we could feel a connection between us. This wasn't 'me' impregnating Angie, this was 'us.' 

Her eyes were closed, and we could hear her constant moans. She moved her hips in counterpoint to my strokes. This wasn't about lasting; even so, we weren't hurrying. We let the pleasure between us slowly build up.

At last I felt the tension building up in my balls and I warned her that I was close. She responded by kissing my face and neck between her moans. With a final couple of deep hard thrusts, I tipped over the edge. I was deep inside her cunt as I came with a torrent of hot sperm. The sensation triggered her orgasm, and the walls of her cunt clamped down. She milked the last few drops from me as her body shuddered in the aftermath. 

"Don't move," she said. "I don't want to lose a previous drop." I stayed where I was for a few moments until I started to soften and was no longer acting as a plug. With her help, I carefully eased out, and Simone and Peter were there with pillows to prop her pelvis up. 

I looked at the three of them, and I couldn't help laughing. "Look at us, this so going to be a 'Family' baby," At that point, the somewhat ridiculous nature of the moment struck home to us all. 

"Simone can I ask you when you got pregnant what did you do?" 

"We just had sex, we did nothing special." 

"And it was the same for Ros and me." 

"Angie, I know this is so important and special for you two, but this is going to happen regardless of how we do it or how high we prop up your hips with pillows to keep my seed inside you. Can we not do what we do best and just have fun sex. I promise I will keep filling you with my little wigglers for as long as it takes." 

Angela said with humour in her voice, "Thank god for that. I was beginning to think I was the only one; let's party." She pulled Simone to her and gave her a long sensual Sapphic kiss. Then jumped on Pete demanding he let her play with his cock. Mind you, for all her reassurance, I noticed that she kept checking that as little cum as possible oozed out of her. 

I eased myself up the bed and sat with my back propped up. Simone licked my cock clean, and I grew firmer. I loved it when she did her final check, running her tongue around the head and giving me a last kiss. Then she wiggled her way on to my lap begging for a kiss. There is something so intimate and erotic when you taste yourself and another woman in your lover's mouth. We both savoured the taste and aroma as our tongues played in each other's mouths. My hand slipped between her legs and along her slit where I felt the moisture oozing from between her lips. 

She told me, "Watching you two made me so hot and wet. I was about to jump Pete's erection when you came." 

She rose up and rubbed the tip of my cock along her slit before she impaled herself on my cock. There was no resistance, she was so wet. 

"Pete was playing with my nipples and his cock was poking me in the back." She laughed and then gasped as she wriggled her hips. The head of my cock flipped across her A spot. 

"Fuck, that feels sooo gooood," she gasped. 

She began to ride me and wiggled each time so that I would continue to stimulate her A spot. "Holy shit, I love you," she groaned and bent forward and kissed me. 

We were into our rhythm and Simone nodded in Pete and Angie's direction. I saw that they were in a sixty-nine with Angie on top, both making a lot of interesting sounds. 

Simone kept teasing me by dragging her nipples across my mouth making me chase them with my lips until at last I caught one. I sucked it into my mouth. "Mine," I mumbled around it. 

A coital blush was building up on her neck and spreading down her chest. Her cries grew louder and more vocal as she built up towards her orgasm. 

The walls of her cunt were fluttering and catching at me as I moved in and out. I rolled her backward on to her back without losing contact and took over plunging. She wrapped her legs round my waist and used her heels to urge me deeper. It didn't take long until she came for the first time. Her cunt spasmed and she gave a long cry, "FUUUUUUUUCCK." Her legs shook as they tightened round me. 

I paused for a few moments enjoying the sensations as her cunt massaged my cock. I lifted her legs and placed them on my shoulders then resumed thrusting. 

Simone's eyes opened wide and she stared at me, "Oh god, what are you doing to me, I'm going to come again." 

She lifted her head, and I bent forward and we kissed. She threw her head back and cried out as she came a second time. This time I didn't stop as I was getting close myself. Simone kept shaking and moaning as she continued to cum. The muscles in her cunt wall trying to fix me in place. I could feel the orgasm building up in my balls; it only took a few last thrusts until I was filling her cunt with my hot jism. I pulled out and Simone went to suck me clean. 

I told her, "No, my turn."

I slid down the bed and buried my head between her thighs. She gave me a surprised look and went to push my head away. 

"Don't be silly," I said. "I love the taste of us." 

I ran my tongue along her slit and between her lips and into her cunt. There was the honey sweetness of her kitty juice mingled with the saltiness of my jism. I loved it and had to share it. I took some in my mouth and offered Simone a taste as we kissed. 

"God, I love you," I told her, and she smiled contentedly after lapping at my oral offering. She curled up in my arms. 

On the other side of the bed, Angie was riding Pete in a reverse cowgirl. She was leaning back so he could caress her bouncing breasts. From the sounds and their expressions, we could see that they were close. First Pete then Angie cried out as they climaxed. They fell back on the bed. 

There was a whispered conversation between Angie and Simone. All I heard at the end was Simone saying, "Well, if you can get it hard it's all yours; I'll give you a hand." 

I had two women's mouths descend upon my semi limp dick. Given the full attention of my two lovely ladies, my cock quickly retained its former glory despite two recent orgasms. A definite perfect 'ten' on the Romantic1 cock hardness scale.

I groaned and asked Angie how she wanted him. Moments later, she was on her hands and knees, urging me to fuck her from behind. She had her head poised over Pete's cock so she could blow him at the same time. She invited Simone to join her in pleasing Pete.

Angela's labial lips were swollen and her clit engorged and protruding. I bent forward, kissing and licked them. She responded with a long low growl. I could taste all three of us on her, a glorious combination. 

She had her head bent down over Pete's groin with Simone beside her. Her butt was raised beckoning me. I eased myself into place and rubbed my glans up and down her swollen lips. Then I slid between them into the welcoming channel of her cunt. With a gasp, I seated myself inside her until I could feel the tip of my cock touch her cervix. She wiggled her butt in appreciation. She gave a muffled moan from a mouth full of Pete's cock. 

There was no urgency in our lovemaking, and I enjoyed myself slowly plunging her depths. I was watching Pete get the blowjob of his life from our two lovers. They alternated their attention between the head and the shaft. Sometimes they would both lick the shaft and meet at the glands for a kiss. All the time Angie was meeting my thrusts with a rocking motion of her hips. Moaning each time I rubbed across her G spot. 

Pete joined in the fun and slipped his fingers into Simone's cunt seeking out her G spot, and she cried out as he found it. I could feel Angie getting close as her cunt gave those little shivers that announced her impending orgasm.

I was thrusting faster and harder and she was crying out in pleasure. Her voice counterpointed by Simone's moans about Pete's finger fuck, 

"Ohh, ohhhh, ohhh fuuuk." 

"Oh god, oh fuck, ohh, shiiit." 

Angie came a few seconds after Pete blasted a load of cum over both their faces. She pushed back hard against me and the muscles in the walls of her cunt clamped down on me triggering my jets of jism. Moments later Simone's voice joined ours as Pete's fingers brought her to her third orgasm of the night.

The four of us curled up as we recovered from the passion we had triggered in each other. We lay there for a while just gently touching and cleaning Pete's cum from the girls faces. 

Finally Angie pulled Pete from the bed. "I need to curl up with my man for the rest of the night. They disappeared through the secret door to their room. 

"I will be back in the morning for my next dose," Angie called out as they disappeared from view. 

We looked at each other and laughed before pulling the bedding over us and falling asleep in each other's arms.

******************

Red Demon On a Cock

True to her word, Angie appeared early the next morning damp from the shower. She slipped into Simone's room through the hidden door. 

We had slept in the arms of Morpheus, occasionally surfacing to reaffirm our love. At one point, I found myself spooned behind her. My erect cock was nestling in her cunt and both of us gently rocking to a mutual orgasm. I don't think either of us was really awake. 

Angie appeared like a red headed demon, launching herself upon us. She dived under the covers between us, and showered us with urgent kisses. She tried to kiss me.

I peeled an eye open and muttered, "Morning breath." 

"Don't care, kiss me both of you." 

"Where's Pete?" came the sleepy question from Simone.

"He's still dead to the world; he's really not a morning person." 

Simone said, "Good, I'm going to join him. I need my sleep." She wrapped the top sheet round herself and staggered off to their room. Through slitted eyes, she blew me a kiss as she left.

That left me in Angie's hands. She reminded me of a ginger kitten we had many years ago. It used to love bouncing all over the bed as it hunted any extremity we were foolish enough to leave exposed. A three month old kitten attached to my erect cock is not something I will ever forget; I still have the scars. 

Angie was positively glowing. 

She said, "I know it not real, but I can almost feel your sperm as they seek out my egg." 

"So you don't need any more?" I asked. 

"Silly man you can't have too many little wigglers." 

Oh god help me, I thought, she's going to kill me as she worked her kisses down my body. She gasped in pleasure as she discovered my morning woody. 

She kissed him and told me "Oh, mama's got a home for you."

She swung her leg over straddling me and then sinking down as her cunt swallowed me whole. Thank god I can just lie here, I thought. I was feeling every one of my fifty years and I was quite happy for Angie to do all the work. She wasted no time starting. 

I have been ridden in my time, but nothing could have prepared me for Angie's assault. I think she thought she was riding the winner of the Grand National. I suppose for her the prize was the same. 

She bent forward, groaning as she savagely rose and fell. The sweat was pooling between her swaying breasts. I caught one in my hand and squeezed the nipple. 

She threw her head back with a cry. "Oh fuck, yesss."

She bent down and pulled my head up and we French kissed. She returned to her rhythm, gasping each time we squeezed her engorged clit between our bodies. I propped myself up on my elbows. Her swaying breasts would appear in front of my mouth. She fed one to me and I sucked on the nipple. Her breath was coming in short fast gasps. Her whole body was shaking as she approached her orgasm. As she came she sank down hard on me, shuddering and with a couple of thrusts I came too. The hot cum burned its way down my cock and gushed deep inside her.

She collapsed onto me and I stayed deep inside her. She raised her head and kissed my face. 

She whispered, "Thank you, making babies shouldn't be this much fun. I love you, and I know you love me." 

"Of course, it should be fun, and you are going to make a great mother," I told her. 

"Pete's going to be the best dad and Simone and I will be the greatest aunt and uncle in the world." 

She lay there for another fifteen minutes or so with a content smile on her face. I amused myself joining her freckles up with my finger into erotic drawings. This time I found two cocks, a breast in profile and a perfect pair of labia. She finally stirred as I shrank and slipped out. 

I told her, "Go and curl up with Pete, please tell Simone I miss her and I'm going to have a shower."

She smiled and nodded and left the bed. I got up and went looking for the bathroom. This wasn't as easy as it seemed, as like the hidden door to the second bedroom the door to the bathroom was also hidden. I'd narrowed it down to a fifteen-foot section of the wall when Simone reappeared and looked at me with a puzzled expression.

"What are you doing? 

"I know it's here somewhere but for the life of me I can't find it, where's the door to the bloody bathroom." 

She burst out laughing and pointed at a completely different section of the wall covered in a wonderful trompe-l'oeil of a Roman bath scene. She walked over to it and there in the middle of the bath was a knob. She opened the door hidden by the bath water, duh.

"My ancestors had a warped sense of humour."

I could think of no adequate comment. I needed to pee urgently; I headed to the loo as my first port of call. By the time I had emptied my bladder, Simone was in the shower. I joined her, grabbing a cloth and started soaping her. 

I asked, "How was Pete?"

"Rather surprised when a bouncing Angie returned and woke us both up, and he found me beside him." 

"Didn't you wake him when you climbed in their bed?"




Tales of Dirty Old Man Ch. 07



"Nope, I just crawled in beside him and curled up and fell back asleep." 

I laughed and found the shampoo and began washing last night's dry cum out of Simone's hair. I put a drop of foam on her nose and she smiled and wrinkled her nose. We spent a very happy twenty minutes washing each other until we were too worked up. I ended up fucking her from behind until we both came. Then we had to wash again, we finally made it out of the shower after forty minutes with very clean wrinkly skin. We got dressed and walked downstairs. 

We found Pete and Angie at the breakfast table. Angie was glowing and Pete was looking slightly haggard. There was a wonderful array of pastries, breads, cold meats and preserves on the table. We wasted no time sitting down and filling our plates. 

I asked, "Are we all ok with the idea of going further downstream today, or do we want to hang around here."

Simone looked a bit torn. I knew she was happy to be home. Then she looked at me and smiled, "Can we spend a few days here soon? I want to show you everything." 

"Of course, how about after Lisette's holiday?" 

"Could we bring her here?" 

"I don't see why we can't, it's your home, and we need to sort out a home for Mike and Julia. We'll just have to work around Sarah a little when we want to play." 

I looked at the other two, "Are you ok with moving on?" 

Angie answered for both of them, "We are fine with whatever you want to do, we are just happy to be with you."

I smiled, "Good, Let's finish breakfast. Then we can let Sarah and George know what our plans are and set off." 

An hour later, we were pulling away from the landing stage and I pointed Rosie's bow downstream. I sat on the captain's chair with Simone on my lap. We cruised past vineyards and farm buildings. We could hear the gentle conversation from Pete and Angie's cabin as they settled in.

After a while they appeared and I asked Pete what their plans were.

"We'd like to stay two or three more days if that's ok. Then we will go home and keep our fingers crossed." 

I told them, "If it doesn't happen this first time then we will see you in four weeks time," 

Simone relinquished my lap and sat by Pete, and Angie took her place. 

She told us "Thank you both, but I'm really hopeful, something feels different." She took my hand and placed it on her smooth abdomen, "Even if this time it doesn't work I know it will soon."

I put my arms around her and gave her a kiss; she slid off me and went to Simone. They hugged before she settled down by Pete. I was so happy to see the change in them; they had worried me when I had first seen them. 

I asked Pete to take over the controls as I needed to check out a few thing round Rosie. After a quick check round to reassure myself that everything was in order. I settled down at the breakfast bar with my laptop and logged into the family page. Simone came and joined me, and together we worked our way through the wedding invites. 

I sent a few replies to the messages, and blocked off the Rosie calendar for the rest of the year. The exception was Kristen's visit in a few weeks time. I put a note on the calendar that we would be busy organising the wedding, but we would open up some dates in the New Year. 

A text box from Kirsten popped up and the first line was: 

K: Switch ur bloody phone on :(

A: no hi dad luv u :)

K: ok luv u now switch it on

A: will do when I can find it 

K: well bloody well look for it 

A: ok I'm looking- talk to Simone while I find it

And I handed the laptop to Simone and went looking. I finally found it five minutes later down the side of the bed. When I switched it on there were a lot of missed calls, mostly from Kirsten. 

Simone told me, "I love your daughter; you better call her."

I called and it was obvious she was less than happy with me.

"Dad, I do love you but I've already maxed out my cards and I'm well on the way to maxing out Christina's with the wedding details." 

"But we released money from the family account to you yesterday." 

"I know but I needed a card to reserve the flights and transit hotels. Those ate up most of the credit line." 

"One second," and I went to Pete.

"Do we have a family credit card?"

"No, why?" 

I told him, "Kirsten needs one to pay for the flights and hotels."

"Let me call the London office and we will sort it out." 

"Can you transfer twenty-five thousand pounds to her account from mine?"

He nodded and was on his phone a few seconds later. I picked up the phone again and told Kirsten we were dealing with it. If she could hang on a few more minutes I'd let her know the details. 

Pete put his phone down, and then he turned to me, "Can I talk to her?" 

I put the phone on speaker and listened in to the conversation.

"We are sending someone from the London office to you with a company card, pay for everything with that. Your dad's transferred some funds to your account -- twenty-five thousand. Use that to pay off your cards. We are now getting cards made up for the family accounts." 

"Thanks Uncle Peter." 

"How much do I owe you," I asked

"The money and a lot of cuddles when I see you should cover it." She now sounded much happier.

"Did you get Marylou's details?"

"I did, and I added her to the list. Who is she by the way?" 

"She's an old friend of your mother, Julia's and mine." 

"Ah, ok." 

"My mother?" I heard from a voice in the background 

"Yes, Christina," I told her, "your mother."

"Cool."

"Simone and I are looking forward to seeing you both soon."

"And us. Bye dad, see you soon." 

"Bye uncle Andy." 

"Bye girls," and I rang off.

I looked at Pete and Angie, "Are you really sure you want a child after hearing all that?"

Angie hit me over the back of my head, "Idiot, that's exactly why we want kids." 

"Hang on a minute, 'kids plural?"

Angie looked at me sheepishly, "Well we were sort of hoping that if this works, you might agree to a repeat performance in a year's time?"

I looked at Simone and she started to blush, "You knew about this didn't you?" 

"Well, yes, I did sort of suggest that the baby should have a little brother or sister. You can't stop at just one."

I looked at the pair of them and neither could look me in the eye. Then suddenly Simone looked up with a positively wicked look in her eyes.

"That means I've been very naughty again doesn't it?" 

"Well, yes," I said, not liking where this was going. 

She pushed me back into a chair. "I need punishing. Don't think I have forgotten your promises from yesterday to punish me."

She bent over my knees, presenting her bottom. She turned her head, looked at me, and whispered, "Please." 

I smiled back, flipped her skirt up, and pulled her panties down. She spread her legs and gave us a view of her pussy lips. She squirmed in anticipation across my lap. 

"How many did I give Angie?" I asked her. 

"Six."

"And how many do you think you deserve?" 

"Six ... Sir?" she replied tentatively. 

I asked the other two, "Do you agree?"

They both nodded. 

"Ok, six it is," and I bought my hand down on her ass-cheek with a sharp crack.

"Christ!" 

"Are you sure you want the rest?"

"Yesss, Sir."

Twice more I smacked her and each time she gasped. Then I paused and saw the glistening drops of her kitty juice beading on her pussy lips. I collected some on my finger and tasted her arousal.

She was squirming in anticipation of the last three smacks, so I gave her one more. Then I waited a few moments before I gave her the last two in rapid succession. As I had with Angie, I slipped my fingers between her swollen pussy lips and into the soft wet passage of her cunt. She was so aroused her juices were running down my hand. I zeroed in on her G spot and as my fingers found it, Simone cried out. 

As with Angie it didn't take long before Simone was teetering on the edge of her orgasm gently shaking her head and moaning. I kept her there for a couple of minutes before I let her fall over the edge. She came hard with an almighty scream and a gush of kitty juice. Her whole body was shaking and she was gasping for her breath. 

"Holy fuck that was amazing," she managed to gasp out, as she lay collapsed across me dripping kitty juice into what had been my dry lap. I really needed to think about using a towel next time. 

It was a few minutes before I could help her to her feet, and even then I needed to support her as we made our way back to the cabin. 

I lay her face down on the bed and got a damp cool cloth from the bathroom, and gently cleaned her. Angie appeared with a jar of cooling cream and helped me spread it on Simone's ass-cheeks. They both bore a red impression of my hand. 

I told her, "I'm sorry love." 

She replied, "Don't be stupid, I pushed you into this. I knew exactly what to expect, and I fucking loved it. I watched you smack Angie, and I was dripping in anticipation." 

She turned to me, drew me into her arms, and kissed me. "This doesn't change the way I love you. After watching you punish Angie I knew I needed to try it at least once." 

"Just the once?" 

"Maybe, maybe not; you will know if and when I want to be punished again. It will never change the way I love you." 

Angie looked at me and said, "You really don't know how much of a turn on it is to be punished by your lover, do you? For Simone and me that means you because we love you unreservedly."

"Can I ask you both a question that I have wondered about for a long time. Ros could never answer to it to my satisfaction? What is it about me that you fall in love with?" 

Angie sat quietly for a few moments and after looking at Simone responded; "I've known you for over fifteen years and not once in all those years did I question why I felt the way I do about you. It would have been like questioning why the sun rose in the morning. There is something about you, your honesty, the way you put everyone before yourself. Of course you are the best lover I've ever had." 

"But what about Pete?" I asked a bit worried. 

"Oh that's easy; he's my soul mate. He's the cake and you are the icing on top. I love the cake, but the icing makes it perfect." 

Simone interrupted, "I've only known you for nine days, but for me it's very simple. You fill the void in my life that I thought would never be filled. I can't imagine my life without you, and I realized that you were what I'd been looking for since forever." She held me so tight I thought I wouldn't be able to breathe. 

Angie looked thoughtfully, "What was Ros's answer?"

"It was similar to both of yours. That I completed her, but she could never explain why. I felt the same way about her. Now you do the same to me," I told Simone. 

She looked happy, "And I love you too." 

I lay back on the bed resting my head on my arms with my eyes shut, contemplating how lucky I was. I could feel the sense of contentment from the women as Angie looked after Simone. The bed shook as Simone got up, and I opened an eye to see her standing beside me.

She told us, "I'm going to have a shower then I'm going to talk to Pete. You two still need to make a baby." 

She bent down and kissed us both and disappeared into the bathroom and we heard the shower running. 

Angie told me, "You are so lucky to have her. We are so grateful for this chance to have a family." She started to undress, but I stopped her as I have always enjoyed unwrapping my own presents. I pulled her top off over her head and she shook out her messed up hair. Her long red locks were framing her head and hiding her breasts. I parted her hair and kissed both of her pink nipples and she threw her arms round me. 

"Thank you for making this so special for both of us, you really were the only person we could consider for this."

She thought for a moment, "And I suppose Mike."

She lay back and lifted her hips so I could ease her shorts and thong down. She kicked them off and they sailed across the cabin. I buried my head between her legs and gave her slit a long slow lick before kissing her red pussy hair. She shivered in anticipation. 

"God, I love it when you do that," 

Then she looked at me. "You are wearing far too many clothes." 

I sat back on my heels and she pulled my polo shirt off and gave my chest a flurry of kisses. Then she helped me lose my shorts and pants. She laughed when she saw the large damp patch on the leg of the shorts. 

"She really did enjoy her punishment didn't she?" 

"Remind me to use a towel next time, will you?"

"You think there will be a next time?" 

I just looked at her.

She laughed, "Well if it's not her it will be me or Julia, that I can guarantee."

Mmm, Julia that was an intriguing thought. Then I shook my head and returned to the business in hand. Again I buried my face between her thighs. Her labia had always been full and I loved the way her clitoris poked out from her clitoral hood. And the way all the area was crowned by a tuft in fine red hair. 

I sucked on her clitoris, I could feel it engorging and I flicked the tip with my tongue. Her fingers were twined in my hair as she pulled me close. She gasped aloud as I ran my tongue from her puckered anus to her clit. Then back again before letting it slid between her lips to taste the plentiful girl juice.

"Fuck that feels so gooood." 

She bucked as I slid a finger inside her seeking her G spot. "Christ I love that."

Then she looked down her body at me. "You do know that we are going to make love regardless of what you are doing now!" 

I looked up at her with a mock-horrified expression on my face, "Have I ever just fucked you in all the years I have known you?" I stressed my point by sucking her clit and slipping a second finger into her. 

"Fuck, noooo." 

"And why would I start now, just because we're making a baby?"

"I don't know, it just seemed right to offer. Only for fuck's sake don't stop what you're doing." She gasped as my lips teased her clit and my fingers continued to stimulate her G spot. I could feel her cunt start to quiver as she built up to her orgasm. 

She growled, "You bastard, I'm going to cum." 

Then she screamed as her orgasm hit her. Her pussy juices squirted out covering my face in her sweet nectar. 

She pulled me up urgently, "I need you inside me, you bastard." 

Her hand grasped my erect cock and fed it into her cunt and she wrapped her legs round me locking me in place. 

She whispered, as she licked her juice off my face, "Please fill me with your hot cum," 

Her hips were moving, urging me to begin thrusting. I matched her motion and she locked her heels round my buttocks to use them to pull me in deeper and faster. We quickly found that sweet spot in our movements that seemed to multiply the pleasure. We were both grunting as the sensations washed over us. 

Angie cried out as an orgasm swallowed her. I continued thrusting. I could feel my orgasm slowly building up but I wasn't quite ready yet. My movements kept triggering her climax and her whole body was quivering under me. All I could hear was a continuous cry of "Ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh."

I felt my balls tighten as I starting to cum. With a final deep hard thrust, I filled her waiting receptacle with my fertile cum. I collapsed on her and my cock continued to give little twitches as the last of my sperm joined their cousins in the start of their journey to Angie's ripe egg.

When I managed to get my breath back I said, "Holy fuck, that was fun."

She said, "Fun! That was fucking brilliant." 

After a pause while we kissed, she looked at me seriously, "I think that was the one. I know it's too soon but suddenly I really feel pregnant and I didn't before you dumped your cum inside me." 

"God, I really hope so for both of you -- for all of us." 

We lay connected until I slowly lost my erection then we curled up in each other's arms and dozed until Simone returned. 

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To be continued... 



Tales of Dirty Old Man Ch. 08



I describe myself as a wannabe Dirty old man, not because I am one, but because as my best friend Karen keeps telling me, there is no higher accolade and so I should aim to be one.

This is the eighth chapter in this series - I recommend you to read the previous chapters in order before this one.

I can't thank Romantic1 enough for the time he spent reviewing and editing this and the previous chapters

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When I managed to get my breath back I said, "Holy fuck that was fun."

She said, "Fun! That was fucking brilliant." 

After a pause while we kissed, she looked at me seriously, "I think that was the one. I know it's too soon but suddenly I really feel pregnant and I didn't before you dumped your cum inside me." 

"God, I really hope so for both of you - for all of us." 

We lay connected until I slowly lost my erection then we curled up in each other's arms and dozed until Simone returned. 

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Family Rules

Simone gave us both a kiss. "Wake up sleepy heads, Pete is looking for his wife and I want my dirty old man."

Angie told us, "I need a shower first," and hopped out of bed. She scurried off to the bathroom. Presently we heard her singing happily in the shower. 

Simone curled up beside me and I stroked her hair. She smiled contentedly and asked, "Did you have fun making a baby?"

"We did, but I will be glad when it's over and I can spend all my time with you." 

"You won't forget our promise to Lisette?"

"I haven't, even so it will be nice to take it easy for a few days. I'm beginning to feel every one of my fifty years." 

"Is it possible that Angie could be pregnant yet?" 

"Yes, she thinks it's possible. I do hope so. If not, and it doesn't happen in the next couple of days, we will need to think about a repeat performance next month." 

"Oh that's ok." 

"If that's the case then let's have some fun. We could visit them in Dubai and have a holiday at the same time?" 

I thought about it for a bit longer and continued, "I'm going to plan for a week away whatever the outcome is." 

Angie called out that the shower was free, and Simone thanked her. I got up and headed to the shower. Simone followed and sat on the floor and we continued our conversation.

I left the shower door open enough to hear her. "I have a couple of friends I would like to invite to the wedding if you don't mind?" 

I called back, "Why would I mind. You just need to give the names to Kirsten." 

She replied, "I will. I'm looking forward to meeting her in person." 

"You will love her, everyone does."

"So she takes after you, because everybody loves you!"

There was something in the way she said that last part, which made me pause. I looked down at her sitting on the floor. She had her knees tucked up and her arms wrapped round them. She was looking a bit nervous and worried. I quickly rinsed off and stepped out of the shower. Simone stood and with a smile handed me a towel. I wrapped it round myself and led her back to the bed. 

As I dried, she sat on the end of the bed absentmindedly sucking on a lock of hair. I knelt at her feet and took her hands in mine. 

I asked her, "Are you alright? I get the feeling you are worried about something?"

She looked at me with tears in her eyes. "I love you so much it hurts. But everyone you meet wants to love you. I'm scared that I won't be able to cope with that!"

I wiped a tear away, "You will never have to worry about that. You will always be the one for me. Ros knew she was the one when she was alive. I never ever did anything that we hadn't discussed or she disapproved of." 

I eased myself into a more comfortable position, and Simone joined me. 

"All you have to do is say no, and that's the end of anything you're concerned about." 

"I just say 'no'?"

"That's right!"

"Ok then, no to Lisette!"

"Agreed, we will tell her as soon as we get back to town. I would like to offer to send her on a nice holiday. We did promise her one." 

Simone looked at me with love in her eyes. "And that's why Lisette will be a 'yes.' You always want to help people and you want nothing in return. No wonder they all fall in love with you."

I just shrugged; there wasn't much I could say.

"What would have happened if I had said no to Angie's baby?" 

"Then that would have been the end of it. I need your permission to make love to another woman, regardless of how long I've known them. Although I would have been sad that I couldn't help them." 

I continued, "You do realize that this works both ways?"

She nodded, "Of course I do, and I wouldn't have it any other way. I do have one big question, we sleep with members of the family, how does that work? " 

"Basically, in the same way. Julia came up with the best answer to that question years ago. Each time someone joins the family we all give our approval and reset our boundaries."

"I think I get it, so if I were to say you can sleep with Julia but only if I am with you that would be a boundary?"

"That's the idea. If you think about it, we have been setting unofficial boundaries all week. Look, the boundaries we set are very important to all of us in the family." 

I sat for a moment gathering my thoughts. In a way this was new to me as well. Previously Ros had set most of our boundaries with our relationships inside and outside of the family. I needed to think how to put into words the actions I had been doing for a long time, and I needed some help. 

"I'm not explaining this very well. I think we need to talk to Angie."

I quickly pulled on some clean clothes and we went to find Angie. We found her with Peter in the wheelhouse. 

"Angie I need your help. We are having THE conversation."

Angie looked at me with sympathy in her eyes. "Oh God, and you haven't got Ros to help you. She was so good at explaining everything to new family members." 

She continued and then gestured for Simone to follow her, "For this we will need a bottle of wine. Let's get comfortable in the main cabin, and I will do my best."

The girls went down to the cabin. I paused for a moment with Pete. On the chart I indicated a nice mooring in the small town of St Raphael, a few hours away. 

"That's our destination, call me when we get close. We should get there mid afternoon"

I joined the girls on the sofa. I was handed a glass of wine. 

I said, "Angie, I think I know most of it but I'm not sure how to explain it."

She laughed at my statement and said to Simone, "That's Andy for you, a typical man. He created almost all of the family guidelines, but hasn't a clue how to explain them." 

She continued to me, "You do realize, all Ros ever did was formalize your attitude to life."

She sipped from her glass and continued. "When I first met Ros and Andy, Pete and I were in a bad place. They solved our issues and invited me to join the family. Ros sat me down and explained the family. She summed it up in two words Honesty and Respect." 

She held up a finger, "Firstly, we are totally honest to all other family members in regards to our relationships. No one has ever had a secret affair. But we have all had lots of lovers from inside and outside the family."

She held up a second finger, "But, and this is the respect part, never without our partner's permission. Before I asked Andy if I could have a baby with him, Pete and I asked your permission. If you had said no, we wouldn't have asked him." 

She paused for another sip.

"Each time I was introduced to a family member, we would define our relationship boundaries. Some we sleep with, some we don't, but we are all friends. Andy and Ros were the only couple who we all slept with." 

Simone asked me, "Does that mean I need to sleep with them all?" 

I responded with emotion in my voice, "Good god no! Joining the family is not an open invitation for sex. We're not a glorified swingers club. Each time we meet a new family member, it's up you to decide to what level you want to take the relationship. You set your own boundaries and everyone will respect them. Think about Julia and Mike, both of them asked your permission to sleep with us. I already had Mike's permission to sleep with Julia. But none of us just assumed you would be happy with that." 

"I'm glad I did, I really love them." 

"And that's the point, it was your choice. Remember you asked Mike not to cum inside you?"

"Yes."

"That was you setting a relationship boundary with him, and only you can change it."

Angie interrupted, "I have one with all my lovers. My ass is off limits; I only do anal with Pete." 

"I don't remember that one," I said.

"Oh, you are the other exception, only you never seemed to want to, so the boundary never came up as an issue between us." 

Angie held up a third finger. "There is one other very important rule. We don't have unprotected sex with anyone outside the family. And we all have regular checkups."

Simone looked at me with a worried expression. "But we had unprotected sex." 

"I know. I broke the rules, but I wasn't thinking about the family then. Don't worry the hospital will have checked you for STD's after your assault. You told me that I was your first since then, so we know it not to be an issue. But we will schedule an appointment for both of us. I haven't been checked since Ros died. I'm not worried, the only person I slept with in the four years was an old friend, and we used protection."

"Is that why you wore a condom with Lisette?"

"In part, plus she wasn't sure about her birth control. I think Julia suggested that she get herself checked and her birth control sorted out." 

Angie said, "She did, I was there when she spoke to her. Lisette said she would do it immediately."

"That's good to know."

Simone kissed Angie and then me. "Thank you both; I feel a lot happier now." She looked at me, "Can I try setting some boundaries for you?" 

"Of course."

"You have my permission to sleep with Angie and Julia whenever you want." 

Angie said, "Thank you," and hugged her.

"And you have mine to sleep with Pete and Mike." I told her. 

Then I asked her, "What do you want to do about Lisette?" 

She thought about it for a moment, and then replied. "For the moment you can sleep with her. But I want to be with you or nearby, and I'd like to be asked first." 

"I agree and the same rules apply to you and her." 

"Oh, do we need to set boundaries for lovers of the same sex?"

Angie replied, "Some of us do, some don't. Pete and I don't. But in Lisette's case, as she not yet a family member it's probably wise." 

I said, "Ros never needed to set same sex boundaries for me. I've never been interested in men as a sexual partner."

Simone asked, "How do you remember all the different boundary options that must exist." 

I laughed, "With difficulty sometimes. Ros seemed to be able to remember them all."

Angie said, "Kirsten found a list in one of Ros's note books. There's a copy on the web page we can all update. The list helps manage expectations between all the family members, particularly when we know we're apt to be with someone we haven't seen for a while and need a refresher on their limits."

"Christ, am I out of date!"

I drank the last of my glass and the bottle was empty. I asked if we wanted another one, and I got a yes.

I returned with the fresh bottle. As I filled the glasses, Simone was asking Angie an interesting question that had a lot of potential for me. 

"So do you enjoy anal sex?"

"Oh, God yes, the orgasms are so intense."

"The men who forced me to try it were too rough and didn't care if it hurt me."

"I'm sorry; you really need to try it again with a lover you trust. That's why I only do it with Pete; he's careful and understands my anatomy."

Angie looked at me shyly, "But I would let you any time if you wanted to. I know you would be so good." I smiled at the compliment and the trust it implied.

Simone looked at me, "Do you think we could try it sometime soon?"

I felt a throb of anticipation surge through my cock. "Of course we can. You just need to tell me when you really want to try it. There is no pressure on my part."

She smiled as she placed a hand in my lap and felt my cock stirring. "I think he is happy at the thought of fucking my ass." 

"He's always happy at the thought of fucking any part of you."

Simone bent down and kissed the bulging front of my shorts. "Thank you my dirty old man's gorgeous cock."

Angie gave me a long kiss and massaged my cock through the shorts. They both stood up and went to leave. 

I gestured at the prominent bulge in my shorts. "Hey, you can't leave me like this?"

They turned round and looked at me. 

Simone asked, "If we help you out, do you promise to be very good to us later." 

"Oh very, very good."

She looked at Angie, "Then I suppose we could help, what do you think?"

"Well he has been very good so far, so we could be kind." Then they both laughed and came and knelt in front of me. 

Simone undid the front of my shorts. Little Andy sprang up in all his glory, grateful to be released from his prison. She gave him a quick kiss. Then she crawled up onto the couch and knelt beside me. Angie pulled my shorts off and got comfortable between my legs. 

Angie started by gently sucking my balls and licking my shaft. Simone took my glans in her mouth and ran her tongue all round it. My cock twitched and grew with the attention it was getting. I gave a little groan in appreciation. 

The girls got a lot more enthusiastic. Simone was trying to swallow all of my eight inches. Angie had both of my balls in her mouth. The sensations were surging down my shaft and spreading over my groin. 

I couldn't help myself. I let my hand move up Simone's leg under her skirt until it found her panty covered ass. My finger slipped under the elastic and sought out the puckered rosebud of her ass hole. I sent it strumming over the delicate opening of her asshole, sending little shivers through her.

As I ran my finger gently round it she wiggled her butt in encouragement. I used the kitty juice that was oozing from her pussy to lubricate my finger. I eased the finger past the tight muscular ring of her ass. Simone froze for a moment. I could feel her trying to relax, and then as she did, she resumed her sucking. My finger slid all the way in and I began finger fucking her ass. Simone arched her back and cried out. 

Angie looked up to see what we were doing. "Oh you naughty boy, couldn't you wait?" 

I grinned at her, "It's your fault, and it got me thinking about lewd sexual acts I could do with the two of you."

I pushed a second finger in and carried on finger fucking her ass. Simone was panting and had completely forgotten she was sucking me off. Her head was bent over my cock. But her eyes were squeezed shut and her mouth open as she moaned in pleasure. 

Angie smiled at my predicament. She moved Simone's head so she could take over sucking me. I abandoned myself to the delights of her mouth. My fingers were moving in and out of Simone's ass. I found I could just reach her clit with my thumb. Simone reacted almost immediately as her orgasm exploded. I could feel her shaking as she collapsed beside me. 

I was getting close when I realized I could no longer feel Angie's mouth. I opened an eye and saw she'd taken her panties off. She was poised over my cock and with a grunt she skewered herself on his full length.

She looked back at me. "Christ, you fill me; I wasn't going to waste any of your wigglers." 

And she rode me in a reverse cowgirl to my climax. She shuddered as I filled her warm body cavity with my jism. She lay back on me catching her breath, I wrapped my arms round her and she gently caressed them.

She looked at both of us, "I'm sorry, I took advantage of you to fill my cunt with more sperm." Somehow, she didn't seem to be all that apologetic.

I smiled, "Don't be, they are yours for as long as it takes. Just tell us when you want a top up." 

Simone looked at me, "Every time you touch me you bring me to new levels of fucking pleasure. I have never had an anal orgasm before." 

Angie said, "That wasn't a real anal orgasm. Just wait until he's got his cock in there, then you will know what a proper one is." 

"Fuck, it can get better than that?"

Angie laughed. "Oh god yes, it can be amazing, and you haven't lived until you have two cocks inside you at the same time. 

She looked at me, "Pete and Andy at the same time. I still have fantasies about that night." 

I grinned at the memory 

Simone was rocking on the edge of the seat. "Please, please, can we try that?" She asked me. "I want you in my ass and Pete in my kitty."

"Tonight, I promise we will do whatever you want." 

Angie stood up and retrieved her panties from the floor. "Wait a moment I have something that will help later." 

She disappeared and returned a couple of minutes later. In her hand was an exquisite silver and gold inlayed butt plug. 

"I want you to have this," she told Simone.

Simone looked at it in wonder, "I can't, and it's too beautiful for you to give it away."

Angie shook her head, "It's yours now, and I have its bigger brother. They were a gift to me from Pete. I just asked him now and he wants you to have it." 

Simone looked from me to Angie with moist eyes. "Thank you, I love you both so much." 

Then she asked Angie, "What do I do with it?"

Angie grinned, "Let me show you. You are going to need some lube and I have some. First you coat it in lube." 

She showed Simone what she meant. Then she bent Simone over and pulled her panties down and squirted a generous amount on her ass. 

"Then you work some around and in your anus." And she matched her words with her actions as her fingers danced around Simone's rosebud.

"Then you slide it in. Don't worry the shape and the collar hold it in place," and she firmly slid it into place. 

"Fuucck, that feels big... And you have a bigger one?" 

"I do, yours is an inch in diameter. The one I use is an inch and a half." 

Simone looked shocked, and then went to remove it.

"No," and Angie pushed her hand away. "You need to leave it in until Andy fucks your ass tonight." 

"Christ that's hours away. Do I really need to keep it in?" 

"Yes. It really will help"

Simone gingerly pulled her panties up and wriggled her butt trying to find a comfortable position. 

Angie told her, "I'd take them off, it's more comfortable that way." 

She removed them and walked across the cabin to the kitchen. By the time she got back to me her legs were shaking and I had to hold her up. 

She told me, "That is an amazing feeling, pain and pleasure at the same time." 

Angie agreed, "It take a bit of getting used to. But after a while it becomes a mild sensation of constant pleasure." And she bent over and flashed her ass. There in all its glory was its bigger brother. 

Angie looked at us, "I slipped it in when I went to get yours."

She said hopefully, "I was hoping that after Simone's introduction, you and Pete will fuck me? I want Pete in my ass and you where you should be leaving your cum in order to get me pregnant." 

She paused then said wistfully, "I still would like to have you fuck my ass. But it can wait until I'm pregnant."

I smiled at the thought. But the pleasant picture I was building in my mind was interrupted by Pete's call. 

"I've got St Raphael in sight, can you come up." 

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St Raphael

Angie and I bounced up the cabin stairs to the wheelhouse. Simone followed a bit more gingerly. 

Pete watched her with a smile."I take it that you are enjoying your present."

"I am," and she flashed her ass at him and the jewelled butt plug was obvious. "This is very generous of you. I feel guilty, I know that it was a present to Angie, and I'm breaking up a set." 




Tales of Dirty Old Man Ch. 08



Angie said, "After all you and Andy are doing for us it's the least we could do."

Pete said, "As soon as we get back I'm going to get the jewellers to make another set so you both can have a full set." 

He turned to me, "Where are we supposed to moor?" 

I took over the controls and eased Rosie towards the harbour wall. There was a gap between two other boats that was only a few feet longer than Rosie. I was so glad that I had equipped Rosie with bow and stern thrusters. Once I was able to hold her stationary opposite the gap. I used the thrusters and moved her sideways until we were inches away from the wall.

Pete jumped across and tied us up, and I dropped the bumpers over the side. I switched the main engine off and silence settled on the boat. It's not until it's off do you realise that there had been a low constant throb and vibration from the engine the whole time.

I stretched and jumped across to the land. I walked along the wall until I found the harbour master in his office. I paid the fees for a couple of nights, and arraigned for the electrical and water hook ups. He offered to arrange a black water pump out. I said yes and it was organised for tomorrow morning. We shook hands and I left. 

The town was dominated by the ruins of an early medieval castle on the bluff overlooking the town. Simone told us that it was famous for its market and its old town. She wanted to visit the market the next morning and get the fresh ingredients for a meal she was planning for tomorrow.

She said, "It's a marvellous market, they have the best produce from the region. We need to go early. Andy, will you come with me?" 

"Of course." 

"There's a really nice restaurant here. We used to come on important family occasions. When daddy realised this was where you were heading for Andy, he called the owners to let them know we may be dropping by. Can we go please, I love the place." 

"It sounds a great idea, but let's go fairly early. We have a big night planned." And to make my point, I stroked her butt and gently pressed the butt plug. 

She gave a quiet groan, "Oh, definitely early. Christ I'm already soaked at the thought of what you two men are going to do to me." I looked and there was the glisten of kitty juice on the inside of her thigh and more trickling down. I collected some on my finger, and tasted it, such sweet honey nectar. 

She called the restaurant to see what time we would be welcome. "Are we all ok with six-thirty?

I looked at the others, "I'm good with that. That gives us a couple of hours to have a look around."

She let the restaurant know we would be there at six-thirty and rang off. 

I grabbed my camera, and we spent a happy hour wandering the narrow medieval streets of the old town. In a small empty square we discovered an old fountain. Water fell from an amphora held by a time worn statue of a woman in roman dress. The late afternoon sun slid through a gap in the buildings, bathing her in a golden glow. It was the perfect photo opportunity. I managed to get a great series of the girls sitting or standing by the fountain. The highlight was Simone and Angie sitting demurely on the fountain wall. For the final shot they looked like innocent angels but they'd pulled their skirts up and spread their legs. The camera could clearly see that they were not wearing any panties.

Moments later as the girls were adjusting their skirts, a couple of old women entered the square. They gave us a suspicious look as we greeted them. As we left the square the girls were giggling at the close call. We were all in a great mood as we returned to the boat. 

As we approached Rosie, Simone froze and gasped in horror. At the side of a car, parked by the gangplank stood a man. 

She hissed, "Its Bernard." 

Pete and I moved instinctively so we were between the women and Simone's nemesis. He was in his late thirties. A thin man with an angular face elegantly dressed. Angie put her arm protectively around Simone. 

He pushed himself away from the car and walked in our direction. Simone stood beside me clutching my hand in hers. 

He spoke in French as he approached us, "Simone, on doit se parler!"

Simone replied, "In English, Bernard, I have no secrets from my friends."

"We need to talk. The school says the George contacted them to tell them we have withdrawn the children. He said he was acting on your instructions. Why?"

"Because I want them to be close to me, not hidden away in Switzerland."

"But it is one of the best schools in the world!"

"I don't care if it's the best in the world; I want them to be at home with me. We will find a good local school." 

Their voices were getting raised and I suggested we take the discussion on board. Bernard gave me a cool look, but nodded his head in agreement. We moved onto the board and to the upper deck where our chairs still sat.

Pete and Angie left the three of us alone, but Pete gave me a sign to indicate I should yell if any trouble started. They went off to their cabin to change for dinner. Simone sat close to me holding my hand. 

Simone told Bernard, "We only have thirty minutes, let's make this quick." 

Bernard looked at me and started to talk in French again. 

"No, I told you, in English. I have no secrets from Andy." Simone said. 

Bernard started again, "Why move them when they like the school?"

She looked at him accusingly, "Because I don't feel that they are my children anymore! I need the time to reconnect with them. For that to happen they need to be close." 

"You chose to leave them." 

She looked at him in disbelief. "You were isolating me from them for years. Sending them away to school. When they were at home you found reasons to keep them away from me." 

He spat back, "You weren't a fit person to be a mother." 

"I was as fit as you allowed me to be," She shot back.

She looked away, then back at him. "Did you ever love me, or was it all a game with you? Was it me or the company you wanted?"

Bernard couldn't or wouldn't answer her. 

She squeezed my hand and gave me a weak smile to show she felt proud she was standing up to her ex-husband.

She told Bernard, "I've been given more love these past few days that I ever had from you!"

"You didn't need my love. You had all your friends." He said bitterly. 

"I wouldn't have needed them if you hadn't been so cold."

I put my hand up to stop them. "Look at the moment the history between the pair of you is not important. What you need to agree on are the children." 

I told Bernard, "We had a long talk with George and Rachael over dinner. We felt that the children would benefit from going to school locally, and living at home."

Bernard didn't look convinced, so I continued. "George and Rachael are looking for the best local private school. They say there are some very good ones. Look you are in a win-win situation here. You will see your children more often, and Simone is paying the fees." 

He didn't look happy, but after a few moments of thought he nodded his head in agreement. "I will ask George to keep me updated." He stood up and walked off the boat without a backward glance. He got in the car and drove away without another word or even a goodbye. 

Simone hugged me so tightly I could hardly breathe. "Thank you, I couldn't have coped with him on my own."

Pete and Angie appeared looking smartly dressed, ready for dinner. We could see they were wondering what had occurred. So I gave them a very quick summary as Simone went off to change. I followed Simone to our cabin and joined her in the shower. I helped to rinse the soap off her, and then she left to get dry, and start dressing, the butt plug still firmly in place.

I stood under the shower letting the water beat down for a few minutes, refreshing my mind as well as my body. 

When I entered the cabin I stopped, frozen by the sight of Simone. She stood with her back to me dressed only in ivory coloured lace lingerie. A suspender belt held up matching silk stockings, but she was bare beneath the belt so her gorgeous ass and pussy showed as she turned. 

She came and put her arms round me and rested her head on my chest. She whispered, "I've never loved anyone as much as I do you. Please don't stop loving me I couldn't bare it."

I gave her a long deep kiss before replying, "I'm here for as long as you want me, my little sex slave."

She gave a little shiver of joy, "Never go away my magnificent dirty old man."

I ran my hands down her nearly naked body enjoying the feel of her skin and the lace. She took one of my hands and drew it down to her ass. I could feel the butt plug still in place. She groaned as I touched it.

"I can't wait for tonight's fun and games," she whispered. 

She broke away and gave me a playfully tap on my butt. "Hurry up, we need to get dressed."

I smiled and found a pair of decent trousers and a good shirt in the wardrobe. Simone had a short white cocktail dress in her hands. I helped her slip it on and zip it up. The point that she wore no panties was not lost on me. I also checked to make sure the butt plug didn't show through the material of the dress.

She gave me a twirl and I whistled in admiration. We joined the others and we walked the two hundred meters to the restaurant. 

The restaurant was in the old part of the town. You walked through an archway into a courtyard to find the entrance. I pointed out a discreet sign by the door to Pete. "It's got Three Michelin stars!"

Simone walked up to the maître d' and told him her father's name. He greeted her profusely and asked her to wait a moment while he disappeared towards the kitchen. 

He returned with an older white haired man in chef whites. He held his arms out and Simone went to him and hugged him. They kissed on the cheeks, and then he held her out at arm's length. 

"Darling Simone, you look so beautiful and happy. I was so pleased when your father called to let me know you were coming." 

He looked over at us, "And these are your friends?" 

Simone brought him over to us. "David, this is Andrew, my fiancé, and Angela and Peter our best friends." He kissed Angie on both cheeks and shook our hands. 

"David owns the restaurant, he used to be the chef, and he is my godfather. Now his son Julian is the head chef."

"But as you can see I like to keep my hand in." And he gestured to his whites. "Come let me show you to your table." 

He showed us to the chefs table, an exclusive table that sat in an alcove overlooking the kitchen. "We keep this table for our very special guests." After we were sat down he called his son over. "You remember Julian don't you Simone, you haven't seen him for years?" 

Julian was a tall man in his early forties who smiled when he saw Simone. She blushed and admitted, "I remember Julian, how could I forget, I had a school girl crush on him when I was a teenager."

He laughed, "I wondered why you used to make your father bring you so often." 

Simone took hold of my hand. "This is Andy; we are going to get married in the New Year." 

He congratulated us and kissed Simone before he returned to his busy kitchen. He promised us the best meal we had ever had as a wedding gift. David joined us for a few minutes talking to Simone in French. I could understand enough to know that they just discussing their families. Suddenly he jumped up and stormed off to the kitchen shouting at a poor commis chef who'd dropped a pan. 

I asked Simone, "Is he always like this?" 

"He hasn't changed in all the time I've known him, and daddy says he's always been the same. I don't know how Julian copes!"

I grinned at her, "So, a schoolgirl crush?" 

"I used to lie in bed masturbating, imaging him fucking me." 

"So what am I?"

She smiled, "A thirty-three year old woman's answer to her every fantasy! And I don't need to masturbate because you do fuck me - and tonight will be no exception."

David reappeared with the sommelier, "Your father told me that your family's wine bin is always to be available to you and your friends, just ask Daniel here." 

Simone asked Daniel in a polite tone, "Do we have any of the family reserve, the seventy-six vintage?" 

He looked delighted, "Yes madam, there are two cases. I would be delighted to get it for you." 

"Then two bottles please." 

He went off and returned five minutes later with the bottles and a decanter. It was fascinating to watch as he carefully removed the cork under the watchful eyes of David and Simone. Pete and I grinned at each other in anticipation, remembering the wine we had tasted with George. Pouring the wine from the bottle to the decanter was an art form in its self. Daniel lit a candle and very carefully poured the wine, using the candle light to ensure that none of the dregs were decanted. He poured a tasting glass out and went to offer it to Simone. She shook her head and pointed at me. I took a sip and looked at Pete in shock. I'd thought the wine we had tasted with George was magnificent, but this made it look like a vin ordinare. 

Simone laughed at the expression on my face. 

I said, "This is amazing, I've never tasted anything like it before."

Pete sipped his, "That's it, I can die happy now," he said. "I've tasted perfection!"

I looked at the label, it was a very simple white label with four lines on it. 

Chateau de Grasse

Vin Laurent

1976

Pour Helene 

Simone saw me looking, "He named it after my mother, and he said it's the best wine we have ever made. 

I asked David and Julian to join us for a moment and offered them a glass. When we all had a full glass, I raised mine, "To Helene." 

"To Helene," came the response as we drank a toast. 

David had a tear in his eye, "I miss her; she lit the room up when she was here." 

Simone asked David, "I know the three of you were close, and there was some history between you. But daddy never spoke of it." 

David sipped his wine as the waiters brought our first course. 

He said, "George and I were boyhood friends, we were un-separable. We were the two musketeers 'all for one...'. Only one thing ever came between us, and that was your mother, the beautiful Helene. We called her Helene of Troy, she was so pretty. We were rivals for her hand, and she choose him. I didn't speak to him for months after that. Finally she came to see me, begged me to talk to him. You know the rest, I was his best man at their wedding, and I am your godfather." 

Simone sipped her wine and said, "I wonder how many bottles are left. I'd love to be able to serve it at our wedding." 

David looked up, "I know. There were only twelve hundred bottles filled, one hundred cases. He and I opened the first bottle ten years ago. Some have been drunk over the years mostly by your father and me. But including the two cases downstairs there are almost eighty left."

"Do you think he would give me a few cases for the wedding?" 

He smiled, "I know he will, he was keeping it for you. Only three people have drunk this wine before tonight. George, myself and you." 

It was one of the best meals I had ever experienced. It was a couple of hours before we were willing to leave. Both David and Julian bade us goodbye. They refused to let us pay. 

David told us, "Simone your father lent me the money to start this place. He has never let me pay him back. So I've never charged him for a meal, and I never will. Nor will I ever let you pay either." 

Julian said, "The chefs table is permanently reserved for your family. We hope to see you many more times now that you will be in the area."

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The Games We Play

We walked back to the boat with our arms around our partners waist. I let mine drift down and stroke Simone's ass. You could feel the sexual tension slowly building up between the four of us, as we began to anticipate the night's activities. We made ourselves comfortable in the main cabin. I got us all a nightcap of Grand Marnier. I sat between the girls on the couch. Pete sat on a cushion on the floor between Angie's legs, and she caressed the hair on his head. The long day was over, but the night was about to begin!

I remembered another line from one of Romantic1's stories that had intrigued me. This was the perfect time to try it out. I took a large sip of my drink holding it in my mouth. I kissed Simone, and as I did so I squirted most of it into her mouth. She recoiled slightly in surprise. Then swallowed the mouthful and laughed. 

"That was fun, can you do it again?... No... let me try on you first!"

She took a mouthful and tried it out on me with a little less success. I enjoyed it, but we lost some that dripped down to fall on her dress. 

"Damm!" And she went to wipe it off, but all she did was spread the stain even further. She frowned, and then smiled. "At least it gives me an excuse to take it off."

She stood and Pete helped unzip her dress. She let it slid down and pool at her feet. She poised for a moment in her lingerie and stockings for us before resuming her seat. Not to be out done, Angie asked me to unzip her dress. She stood and gave a shimmy and the dress joined its friend on the floor. Under it she wore semi translucent pale blue lingerie, with a matching suspender belt and black stockings. Pete made a spinning gesture with his finger. She giggled as she turned round so we could admire her sexy body.

I took another large sip of the Grand Marnier and kissed Angie repeating the mouth-to-mouth action. Her eyes opened wide in surprise at the sensation. Then after she swallowed she kissed me back. 

She said, "Hell, that was fun, where did you learn that?" 

"I saw it in an online erotic story, I've been meaning to try it out for some time." 

She turned to Pete, "Come here, I want to try it out on you." She sipped and kissed him. He reacted in much the same way as the rest of us. 

"You can do that any time you want!" He told her. "If I didn't have an erection before, I sure do now."

I felt a little tap from Simone, "I want to try to do it again"

"Take less in your mouth." I suggested. 

She took a smaller sip and this time it was perfect. The sensation of the warm alcohol as it entered my mouth raised the kiss to another level. She grinned happily when I told her how good it was. 

Pete and Angie finished off their glasses trading alcohol laden kisses. Angie stood and pulled Simone to her feet.

She looked at us, "Gentlemen, this young lady need to be introduced to the joys of anal sex. Will you help me?"

We stood and followed them into the cabin. The girls made themselves comfortable on the bed. Pete and I undressed and joined them. Simone was a mix of anticipation and fear.

I held her in my arms, "You control tonight, and we do as much or as little as you decide." She nodded gratefully. I felt the tension slowly wash out of her, and her lips sought mine in gratitude. 

"Thank you. I have three of the people I love the most here to help me. I know I'm safe, it's just the fear of the unknown!"

Angie said, "Watch Pete and I, we will show you how good it is then you can make you mind up." 

Simone looked relieved and nodded her agreement. We moved to the top of the bed out of the way. She curled up beside me and wrapped my arm around her protectively. 

Angie grinned at Pete, "Come on lover, we have a sex show to put on, just like part of the one we saw in Amsterdam. Come fuck my ass." She unhooked her bra and dropped it on the floor. Pete pulled her panties off and buried his face between her legs. Angie gave a quiet moan of satisfaction as his tongue swept across her labia and clit. Pete kept licking and sucking her clit. Angie was groaning and had her fingers tangled in his hair holding him in place. 

Simone kissed me, and shivered as I unclasped the front of her bra. I caressed her breasts and teased her nipples. 




Tales of Dirty Old Man Ch. 08



Angie pushed Pete away, and got onto her hands and knees. She gave a moan as Pete removed her butt plug. I passed him the bottle of lube, and he squirted a generous amount into his hand. He coated his firm cock and Angie's open ass hole. 

He was on his knees behind her and the head of his throbbing cock was poised at her rear entrance. Simone was on her knees watching intently. Pete pushed the head of his cock through the muscular ring of Angie's ass

She moaned, "Oh fuck, slowly, let me get used to that beautiful cock of yours." 

She groaned quietly as Pete paused, and then eased himself in slowly, inch by inch until his balls touched her cunt lips and there was no more of his cock to be seen. 

Simone's head was beside Angie's, and she pulled the hair away from her face. "What does it feel like?" She asked. 

Angie focused her eyes on her, "Fucking amazing, he fills me up like you can't imagine." Then as Pete started to slowly plunge in and out of her rectum she cried out. "Oh fuck yessss, fuck me harder." And pushed her ass back at him to meet his down strokes. 

Simone curled up beside me again. I played with her breasts, and she slid her hand down to her kitty and started to stroke the places that brought her the greatest pleasure. 

Pete picked up his pace, and while he was grunting, Angie was giving us a running commentary. 

"Holy fuck, it feels so good; oh yes, fucking harder. Oh fuck, fuck, fuck me."

Then as Pete caught one of her swaying tits and pinched her engorged nipple, she screamed. Her hand went down between her legs and she started frantically rubbing her clit. 

"I'm getting close," Pete warned her. 

"Fuck, me too, come in me, I want to feel you squirt deep in my ass."

Another minute or so of frantic thrusting and Pete cried out, his buttocks shook as he as he came deep in her ass. Angie's orgasm was seconds later, and she collapsed forward as the intense wave of pleasure washed over her. 

"Huh, huuuuh, huuuuuuh, huuuuuuuuh," She screamed as she came.

Simone looked at me with desire and lust, "Please will you fuck my ass?" 

"Are you sure?"

"Hell yes, after watching that I hope your long cock tickles my tonsils by way of my ass!" 

Pete rolled off Angie and his cock slid out of her ravished rectum, cum oozing out. Angie crawled over to Simone and gave her a big kiss. 

She gasped as she got her breath back, "Fuck, that was fun, are you going to try it with Andy?"

Simone nodded. She grinned at me as she showed me the saturated crotch. She said with a smile, "I think I'm as ready as I'll ever be." 

She kissed me and said, "I love and trust you." She took hold of my cock and gave the head a lick. "And you be gentle with me," she whispered to him, a tremor of trepidation in her tone.

She got on to her hands and knees copying Angie's previous position. She whimpered quietly as I pulled the butt plug from her asshole and tossed it aside on the bed. Angie took the bottle of lube and anointed my cock. She worked some in to Simone's asshole too. The feel of someone else's hands lubricating my cock for this sexual act was highly erotic and reminded me again of why I loved Angie.

I pushed a finger into the sensitive flesh of Simone's asshole, just rubbing around and around, and she groaned. She looked over her shoulder at me and told me, "God use your cock, I need to feel you." 

I slid the wet head of my steel hard cock, up to touch that puckered hole. Then pushed against the ring of her asshole with my glans. After a moment's resistance the head slid in, then her anus clamped down for a moment, and we both groaned. 

When I felt her ring of her asshole relax slightly, I withdrew a fraction and then pushed forward. I repeated the motion moving deeper into her rectum each time. Every time I moved forward Simone groaned. It sounded like a mix of pain and pleasure. I paused to allow her to get used to the sensation of my cock up her ass. 

Again she looked over her shoulder and spoke. "Don't stop, Christ you are filling me, I need more of you!" And to emphasis her words she pushed back with her hips trying to force me deeper

I complied and with one motion pushed in until I was fully seated in her ass and my balls touched her cunt lips. Her head sank forward until it was resting on her forearms and she gave a long low guttural moan. I was thrusting slowly and steadily, the smoothness of her rectum tight around my granite cock. Now as I moved faster and harder she was moaning in pleasure not pain, her hands clenching the bedspread beside her head. 

"Ohhhhh fuck!" Simone cried, almost screaming. Our bodies taut as our flesh worked together to bring her toward that delicious, inevitable end. "Now, ohhh god, ohhhhh yesss! Fuck I'm coming like never before!" She did scream. Her whole body shaking as her first anal orgasm swept over her. 

I paused for a few moments allowing Simone to enjoy the sensations washing over her. I needed to feel that moment myself, so I started moving again. 

Her head whipped round and she groaned again. "Come inside me," she pleaded; "Do it, please, fill my ass with your cum for the first time!" 

I was getting close and I could feel my cock throbbing in anticipation 

"Ohhhh, fuck yessss," I groaned. I tightened my grip on her hips and sank deeper still before beginning to move again. Thrusting into her, my cock was like a piston driving into her flesh.

I came with a savage cry, my cock exploding, filling that hot, aching passage with my ropes of cum. Simone rose against me as her second orgasm washed over her, joining me in my pleasure. We collapsed on the bed limbs intertwined, still connected. 

A minute later, I gently pulled my slowly deflating cock from her ass, worried that I may have been a bit too enthusiastic. A trickle of my cum oozed from her puckered asshole . She rolled over to face me and kissed me savagely. 

"Fuck, I love you," she told me. "THAT was fabulous. I'm a convert."

She turned to Angie, "Is it always as intense as that? It was so familiar yet completely different at the same time." Then she winced as she sat up. "Damm, I'm sore!"

Angie said, "They are some of the most intense orgasms I've ever experienced, but you can have too much of a good thing." 

"Are you ok?" I asked. 

"It was one of the most amazing orgasms I've had, but no more anal tonight please. My ass is sore," she smiled at me, "but I certainly did enjoy making it sore!"

Angie crawled up the bed to us. "Can I borrow him please?" She asked Simone. "I've been fantasising about another DP with Pete and Andy forever. The last time was so long ago.

Pete handed me a cloth so I could clean my cock. 

Angie smiled and asked Simone if she would get me ready for her. As Simone bent with a lick and kiss to her enjoyable task. Angie took Pete's flaccid cock in her mouth, and worked a miracle.

"How do you want me?" I asked.

"Err, you on the bottom, in my pussy and Pete can fuck my ass from behind." 

I lay down on my back, Simone shuffled over to me and I was able to lay my head in her lap, the top of my head against her kitty. Angie swung her leg over my hips, and grasping my cock in her hand eased it into the sodden entrance of her cunt. With a gasp she sank down taking my full eight inches inside her. We stayed still for a moment to get used to the sensations. Then she stretched out on me, her lips kissing my neck. I started to push in and out, enjoying the warmth and softness of her velvety vagina. We both enjoyed the sensations for a few moments, then she made me stop. 

"I want Pete in my ass now!"

Pete knelt between our legs and coated his cock with lube. He used his hands to spread her ass cheeks exposing the delicate opening of her asshole to his tongue. He licked her cleft, and the sensitive rosebud of her asshole. The tip of his tongue moving around that tight band of muscle, making her shiver. 

He shuffled forward on his knees, until the head of his cock was in place. He pushed through the opening, and with one long steady motion buried himself deep in her abdomen. I ignored the feeling of his scrotum hitting against my undercarriage.

It's a weird but amazing sensation feeling a second cock rubbing against yours only separated by a thin layer of flesh. Angie was supporting her weight on her arms and pushing back with her pelvis against both of us.

"Ohhhhh fuck," she cried out, as we both started to thrust into her. It took us a few moments to find a comfortable rhythm. As I pushed in Pete would pull out and then we would reverse the motion. 

Angie was staring down at me with her green eyes wide open. Her mouth was open as she continually grunted counterpointing our thrusting. Pete was holding on to her hips. She was threatening to buck him off as the movements of her pelvis got more frantic the closer she came. The tips of her nipples were brushing across mine as her breasts swung back and forth, teasing me. 

I could feel her cunt contracting as she built up to her first orgasm. She was panting continuously.

"Ohh fuck, ohhh fuuucckk, fuuuucckk, fuuucckk, I'm cummmming," she cried out. She shook with the intensity of her orgasm. We stopped moving for a few moments to allow her to get her breath back. Pete started pushing again and I followed suit, getting back into the rhythm. 

We could both feel and hear as her next orgasm quickly built up to its peak and she kept coming as we continued to thrust. She rested forehead on my chest and all I could hear was a string of continues grunts. "Ohhh, ohhh, ohhh, ohhh," over and over again. 

I could feel the change in Pete's thrusts as he grew close to his fulfilment. I felt his cock throbbing through Angie's flesh as he pumped his jism deep inside her. 

He looked down at me as if to ask if I'd cum. I shook my head and he pulled out and rolled away. I took hold of Angie and rolled her onto her back without withdrawing. She groaned and wrapped her legs round my waist and I was thrusting away again. 

"Christ... I'm... still... cuming," she panted out, and the feeling of her spasming cunt around my cock was enough to finally trigger my orgasm. 

With a last low cry and a final hard thrust I felt my jism burn its way down my cock and surge deep into her cunt. I lay on top of her for a few moments as we both got our breath back. Then as I felt myself shrinking I pulled out and rolled away. Angie curled up on her side occasionally shivering as the remnants of her multiple orgasms continued to wash over her. Pete curled up behind her and wrapped his arms protectively round her. 

Simone curled up beside me holding me tight. I looked at her, "If you want to try this too? I'm going to need some time to recover." 

"Oh I so want to, but not tonight, my ass is still sore. Soon though." 

Angie sat up, "I'm going to take my man and curl up in his arms and sleep." 

She looked at us, "I think that was the last baby deposit for the time being. If I'm not pregnant by now it isn't going to happen this month." 

I said, "We will keep our fingers crossed. Look if you aren't we can visit you in Dhabi next month, in fact can we come anyway?" 

Pete said, "You know you are both welcome at any time. You don't need an excuse to visit." Angie just sat there nodding her head, tears in her eyes. 

The girls kissed and then Pete led a sleepy Angie off to their bed.

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Morning Thoughts 

Peace and quiet returned to our cabin. Simone shivered so I pulled the bed cover over us. We lay there facing each other, gently caressing and kissing each other.

Finally, I broke the silence, "Was it as good as you hoped?" 

She looked at me with love in her blue eyes. "Even better," she paused for a moment then continued. "It was almost too intense. I really enjoyed it, but I couldn't do it every night." 

"Special occasions?" I suggested with a chuckle. 

She nodded with a broad grin. "Definitely special occasions!" 

"I still want to try you and Pete together." She thought for a second or two, "Do you think it would upset Pete, if I said I would prefer Mike to him?"

"It won't worry him, it's your body so it's always your choice." 

"It looked so amazing with the three of you, Angie is a lucky woman to have you as a lover."

"Angie's not the lucky one, I am. They have given me so much of their love over the years. And now they trust me to help them have a family. It makes me feel so humble."

She looked at me, "You know I would never refuse you anything!" 

I loved the look of absolute trust on her face, and I knew I would never abuse it. "And I thank you for that trust."

She stifled a yawn, and I laughed, "Am I that boring?"

"God no, it's just been a long but wonderful day and I'm tired."

I turned the lights off and curled up behind her. I wrapped my arms around her and we slowly drifted off to asleep. 

The reflection of the sun off the water bouncing around the cabin woke me early the next morning. I was still spooned behind Simon, my morning woody trapped between us. I kissed the back of her neck and she shuddered in her sleep. My hand was cupping her breast. I continued to nuzzle her neck and she slowly began to surface. Her nipple grew firm under my fingers and she pushed her butt against me. 

She murmured, "God I love it when you wake me like this." She pushed me on my back, and rose above me before sinking down on my erect cock. She shuddered as my cock pushed up against her cervix.

"Christ, I love the feeling of you filling me," she groaned.

I pulled her down towards me and took one of her firm hard nipples in my mouth and sucked contentedly. She groaned and started riding me. It was short and sharp, we only lasted a couple of minutes before we both exploded into a mutual orgasm. She collapsed on me and we kissed, savouring the aftermath of our orgasms. 

We lay still connected and dozed for a little while, before we got up and headed for the bathroom and the welcoming shower. We showered and dressed and headed to the galley. I brewed a pot of coffee. We took our cups to the deck and sat together curled up on one of the double width sun loungers. We watched as the sun burning off the mist that hung over the water. There was a sense of peace that hung over the river. From the town came the sounds of the market as it prepared itself for its first customers.  

After half an hour a still sleepy looking Angie appeared, wrapped in a towelling robe clutching a cup of coffee. 

She sat on the edge of the lounger and greeted us with morning kisses. 

Angie said, "I heard you moving about. I wanted to tell you how much I love you both." She caressed the side of my face, "And you, I think you have saved my marriage again. We were drifting apart because we couldn't have children. My hormones were betraying my love for him." 

We snuggled closer and Angie curled up tight against us. 

I stroked Angie's hair, "It's as much my fault as yours. I should have been there for you, not hiding away."

Angie kissed me then Simone. She told her, "You are so lucky, he's the best person I've ever known baring Pete. He's probably the only man I could contemplate leaving Peter for." 

Simone grinned, "I know how lucky I am, and in your case I'm willing to share a little." She kissed me and continued, "Julia told me the same thing, that you were the only person she would ever consider leaving Mike for!"

She looked at Angie, poked at my midsection, and asked, "Look at him, he's not in his prime. He's overweight, he's never going to be a Greek Adonis. So why do we both feel the same way about him? I just can't imagine my life without him." 

"I'm dammed if I know, I just know that there is little part of me that never feels complete when he's not around!"

I wrapped my arms round the pair of them and they snuggled in close, both heads resting on my chest. "Overweight!" I asked indignantly.

Simone grinned and rubbed my abdomen, "Just a little, and with all the exercise you've been getting lately you will soon lose it."

Angie whispered, "I think I'm pregnant. I feel pregnant. My mother told me she knew she was pregnant with me, the moment the egg was fertilised." 

She looked at me, "I had the same sensation last night!" 

She took Simone's and then my hand and placed them on her abdomen. "Say hello to our baby."

She and Simone both had tears in their eyes as they kissed. 

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To be continued 

Authors note: 

The real world has a way of getting in the way sometimes. And that's what has happened to me. I do apologies that the time between submitting chapters has grown. I have started the next chapter so hopefully the wait will be reduced. 

Please comment and vote (it would be nice if it was a 5) it's the only way I get to know your thoughts on the story and the direction its taking.

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Tales of Dirty Old Man Ch. 09



Tales of Dirty Old Man Ch. 9

After reading the previous chapters, my best friend Karen tells me, I've achieved my goal – I am a Dirty Old Man!

This is the ninth chapter in this series - I recommend you to read the previous chapters in order before this one.

I can't thank Romantic1 enough for the time he spent reviewing and editing this and the previous chapters

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Angie whispered, "I think I'm pregnant, I feel pregnant. My mother told me she knew she was pregnant with me, the moment the egg was fertilized." She looked at me, "I had the same sensation last night!"

She took Simone's and then my hand and placed them on her abdomen. "Say hello to our baby."

She and Simone both had tears in their eyes as they kissed. 

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Love and Shopping

We sat curled up on the lounger my arms round the pair of them. We listened as the town came alive. Finally Simone reminded me of my promise to go with her to the morning market. Angie asked if she could join us as Pete was still fast asleep. She disappeared below to get dressed and was back in five minutes in a short skirt and tight green T-shirt. Printed on it, stretched across her bra-less breasts was the slogan 'The Family Rules'. She was holding two more in her hands. 

I laughed when I saw it. Angie handed one each to us. "Julia got them printed for all of us as a thank you and a reminder of who we are. I forgot to give them to you."

We both changed our tops for the tee shirts. Mine was black and reasonably lose, but Simone's was red and as tight as Angie's! Like Angie she also took her bra off and we could see her nipples pushing out the fabric. I couldn't resist. I stroked the closest, and it and its twin stood to attention. 

Simone smacked my hand, "Stop it, you're putting bad thoughts in my mind and I really want to go to the market!" Then she kissed my hand, "but when we get back..........." Her words trailed off into a suggestive grin. 

I put a shopping bag, my wallet and camera in a small back pack and slung it over my shoulder. The three of us walked arm in arm the four hundred meters to the bustling market in the town square. French farmers' markets are a truly amazing experience. The sights and aromas are out of this world, a true gastronomes delight. 

Simone was in her element, as she took us from stall to stall. Each was loaded with local produce. She picked and prodded at the displays, and flirted with the stall holders, until she found what she was looking for. Then her work done, she and Angie would move on, leaving me to pay and carry the package. 

Half way round the market we met Julian from the restaurant. He was with a couple of his commis chefs. He was looking at a display of fresh local summer truffles. The owner was offering him tiny slices to try from the different types. 

He greeted Simone "Ma chère, quel plaisir de te revoir!" The girls got a kiss and we all got a hug.

"I see Simone is introducing you to the delights of our market," he said. I lifted the full shopping bag up for him to see, and he laughed. 

He pointed at his commis chefs, "I too, have my pack mules with me." 

"First time I've been called a pack mule," I joked. 

He invited us to join him for a coffee. Simone and Angie still wanted to wander round the market, but I was happy to join him. The girls said they would come and join us in half an hour. I gave Simone most of the money from my battered old wallet and she smiled at me. 

"Does this mean I'm a kept woman, my dirty old man?"

"Yep, I'm keeping you as my sex slave."

She laughed, gave me a kiss, and they walked off. Julian concluded his business with the truffle seller. He sent the commis chefs back to the restaurant with his purchases. He took me to a cafe at the side of the square. We found a table and Julian ordered coffee and pastries for us. 

"My father was telling me all about Bernard and Simone. He never did liked him." 

I asked, "How did he hear about it?" 

"He and George talk all the time. You realize that George likes you? I've never known him to allow the family's wine locker to be opened when he's not there."

"I sorta got that impression from him. He's agreed to give Simone away at the wedding." 

"But she's not divorced yet?"

"No, but according to the lawyers it should be all sorted out in a month's time." 

"You are a very lucky man. I remember that she was a beautiful schoolgirl and she's even more beautiful now."

"I know, I can't believe my luck. I still don't understand what she sees me?" I told him.

"My father says she's the splitting image of her mother at her age."

"I've seen the photographs in George's office. The resemblance is uncanny."

We sat sipping our coffee. I could see Simone and Angie at a stall fifty feet away. I got my camera out and managed to take a couple of good candid shots of the pair of them flirting with the stall holder.

Julian looked at me, "What's with the T-shirts you are all wearing?"

"It's just an in joke between the four of us," I told him. "It's too complicated to explain, unless you have all day and want me to bore you to tears!"

He gave that quintessential Gallic shrug and went back to his coffee. I saw a rather tired looking Pete appear in the square and I called him over. 

"I thought you would still be dead to the world after last night." 

He sat down and Julian ordered him coffee.

"I was until a man arrived wanting to empty our sewage," he told me.

"Shit!" I said.

He gave me a dirty look. 

I grinned, "Sorry, no pun intended. I forgot to tell you I'd organised a pump out of the sewage tanks. I wasn't expecting them until later." 

"Well they are there now, and they should be finished soon. They said they would leave the bill at the harbour masters office. So I decided to abandon ship and look for you." 

His coffee arrived and he sipped it gratefully. The three of us sat drinking and passing pleasantries until Julian stood to leave. 

"I've been lazy for too long. I need to go back to the restaurant and check on the preparations. Shall I keep a table in the courtyard free for you for lunch?"

I thought for a moment and looked at my watch, "That sounds like a nice idea, say twelve-thirty?" 

"That's fine." He shook our hands and walked away. As he passed the girls he paused to kiss their cheeks. 

A few minutes later the girls began to walk back to us. I put the camera to my eye and took a series of images. Simone saw me and blew me a kiss. Then she paused and slowly turned all the way around. It reminded me of the first time I saw her on that first afternoon. So much had happened to us in such a short time! We both got a kiss each from the girls, as they sat down beside us. 

"You just missed Julian, but we are having lunch at the restaurant." I said. "So have you two been having fun?"

"I have everything we need for me to cook you all a special meal tonight," Simone told us. "And I have a present for you," she said shyly. She took her hand from behind her back and passed me a small box wrapped in a red ribbon. Inside was a wonderful black leather wallet. Embossed on the outside were the letters MGDOM. 

Simone told me, "I saw that your old one was looking very battered, so I got this one for you to replace it." 

I tapped the letters with my finger, and raised my eyebrows in a mute question.

She and Angie grinned and recited together, "My Gorgeous Dirty Old Man," and laughed. 

I stood and took a bow, then gave them both a kiss. 

"It's nice to be finally appreciated for the status I have been striving for all my life," I said formally. 

I got a rousing round of applause from around the table. "Do you want a drink?" I asked the girls. 

They said no, so I told Pete to drink up and paid the bill. We took the bags back to the boat. And while Simone and Angie packed away the purchases, Pete and I strolled down to the harbour master to settle the bill. 

Back on the boat the four of us settled down on the loungers with a glass of wine. 

Pete spoke, "I think this is our last day. I'd like to leave tomorrow and spend the night in Paris. I want to treat Angie to a night of pure indulgence before we fly home." 

Angie said, "We don't want to go, but we really do need to get back to the office."

"We are going to miss you," I said, and Simone nodded with tears in her eyes.

Angie came over and gave Simone a cuddle. "It won't be for long," she said. "You are both coming to see us in a couple of weeks' time, aren't you?"

I nodded, "Yep, the week after Kirsten and Christina stay."

"We are going to have so much fun when you stay with us," Angie told us. 

"If this is going to be your last night, then I'm going to make your meal, one you won't forget," Simone said. "I just need to get a few things started, and then we can go and have lunch." 

"Oh don't forget, I booked a table at the restaurant for lunch."

"That nice, if Angie helps me we can get the food prepared for this evening before we leave." 

Simone stood up, Angie joined her and they went down to the galley. Pete and I went down to the main cabin and he got his laptop out. While I transferred the contents of my old wallet to my new one, we went over the family finances. He moved some more money around to cover the wedding bills. I was supposed to authorise the transfers, but I couldn't because the bank didn't have my signature on record. 

"We will need to schedule a meeting at the bank when you visit us. I can authorise everything for you in the meantime." He went over some more items with me. "The last thing we need to sort out are the school and university fees for the coming term." 

I looked at him for an explanation. 

"The family account covers the cost of education for all the family's children until they are twenty-two. It's the main reason the account was set up."

"How much is it each year?"

"In the region of three-quarters of a million pounds a year at the moment."

I looked shocked at the amount.

"Don't worry," and he paused as he checked a page on his laptop, "Currently, there's almost thirteen million in the account." 

"Well in that case I'd like the account to cover the school fees for Simone's children, if it's possible?"

"Of course we can. Can you just look at this spread sheet and check the numbers, then I can approve these payments for the next term." 



I looked down the list. I recognised most of the names, and pointed at a couple I didn't recognise. 

"That's Paul and Ann's youngest and the other one is Steve and Fiona's youngest." 

I was amazed at the total, it was almost three hundred thousand pounds. "And that's just for one term?" I asked. He nodded.



"How long can we sustain this drain on the finances?" I asked. 

Pete smiled at me, "I told you I'm good at what I do." He opened another spread sheet, then he said. "We made three million over the last Twelve months. That's almost two million added to the principle after we cover the family costs. Plus A&R holdings had a very good year, so the family bonus looks like it will add another five million."

He looked at me a bit sheepishly, "You know I promised you no more surprises, but I sort of thought you had worked it out. When we made you the Chairman of A&R you got a salary, plus bonuses. Ros just told us to put some into your joint account, and the rest including the bonuses into the family account. That's what we've been doing all this time! Do you want to change anything?"

"Not at the moment, let's discuss it when we are in Dubai."

I left Pete to his work and went and sat at the breakfast bar so I could watch Simone and Angie working. I was trying to remember the names of all the family members. I guessed there would be a list of some sort on the family web page. So I booted up my laptop and logged on to the site. I looked at the row of photos and saw several faces I didn't recognise. Below I saw the link to the relationship boundaries page. It opened up to what at first glance was a very complex table. 

Angie glanced at the page, "Looks confusing doesn't it? It isn't." She pointed at the left hand column. "That's all of us, and as you can see we add our general rules to our name."

I looked at Angie's name and saw the comment; 'No anal'. 

She continued, "The first column and the top row is a just a list of our names. You run your finger along your row until it reaches the column of the person you want to set your boundaries with." 

She found her name and running her finger along, pointed out the box where I interacted with her. It simply said 'No limits, anything he wants'. I raised my eyes to her and she had the good grace to blush.

I ran my eyes down the list of names, I saw mine at the top. Most I recognised, several were new to me. I smiled to myself when I saw Fiona and Steve's names. Ros and I had spent several wonderful sex-filled holidays with them in Australia! I asked her about the names I didn't recognise?

"Pauline is Fiona's eldest, and she wants to introduce her fiancé to the family." She looked at me, "She's quite strong-headed. I think if he doesn't fit in, that will be the end of him." 

"Oh, that Pauline," then I looked at the other names I hadn't recognised and found that mostly they were all the grown up children of the original family members. I looked back up the list and realised I'd seen the names but hadn't registered them. There in the list were Kirsten, Chris, and Christina's names.

"How do you edit it," I asked Angie.

"Just click on your name and it highlights your row, then you can edit your details. It's set up so you can only edit your own details."

I tried clicking on her name and the row opened. She looked surprised, "Then again it looks like Kirsten's given you admin rights." 

"Cool, I'll set up Simone's details later, and she can fill them in."

I looked at my watch and saw that it was almost noon, so I closed the laptop.

"How close are you to finishing?" I checked with Simone. 

She placed a bowl in the fridge, "I just want to clean up and change out of these dirty clothes and I'm done."

"You go and change and I will clean up here," I told her.

It only took a few minutes for me to clean up the galley and start the dishwasher. I went forward to our cabin and caught a deliciously damp Simone getting out of the shower. I wrapped her in a towel and she raised herself onto the balls of her feet and gave me a long slow kiss. I fondled her butt and she shivered in delight.



"If you do that anymore we are going to be late for lunch!" She murmured. 

In answer I pushed her back onto the bed. She giggled, unwrapped the towel from her body and let her legs fall open. I couldn't refuse such a generous invitation. I had my head buried between her thighs seconds later, running my tongue from her rosebud to her clit in a long slow deliberate movement. She groaned and tangled her fingers in my hair. She pull my face to her and groaned louder as I sucked and teased her clit. 

"Ffuuuucccccckkkkkkk,"she cried out as my fingers entered her womanly passage, zeroing in on her G spot. Her hips rose from the bed as she forced her clit hard against my mouth.

My fingers and mouth made quick work of her. Within a minute she was writhing and panting hard as she approached her orgasm

"Ohhh...... Ohhh...... Ohhh...... Ohhh..... Ohhhhh ffuuuuccckkkk I love youuu." 

And as she came she shuddered and squirted her sweet juices over my face. Her thighs tightened round my head for a moment, then relaxed. She laughed as she saw my face coated in the evidence of her passion. She sat up and kissed my face and licked at her kitty juices that were matted into my beard.

"Hmm, I am sweet aren't I, but this isn't going to work."

She dragged me back to the bathroom and pulled off my top. She stuck my head under the tap and washed me down. I know it sounds silly but I was really enjoying her attention. 

We heard the others calling us. "Quick, we need to get dressed," she said. I grabbed a clean top. Simone pulled on a pair of well-worn jeans and a scoop necked blue silk top. She wore no underwear to my delight. The silk top was shear enough that I got hints of her delectable areole as she moved. 



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Reality

We joined the others and strolled arm in arm through the crooked streets to the restaurant. We were shown to a nice table for four in the restaurant's secluded rear courtyard. In the centre was an old lemon tree in a raised bed that kept the table in shade. There was a pleasant tinkle of cooling water from a fountain in the corner. There were a few other tables in the courtyard but none were occupied. 

After a few moments, Julian joined us. I looked around and commented how nice the courtyard was, but I was surprised that we the only customers using it. 

"I kept it free for you," he said. "But if you don't mind there are some customers waiting that I could seat here?"

Please do, we told him.

Simone asked, "What do you suggest Julian?" 

He smiled, "I have just the thing for you today. A lobster salad, with a delicate lemon and fresh summer truffle dressing. And I have a crisp Chablis to wash it down."

Pete said, "That sounds perfect, are we all ok with that?" 

We all agreed and Julian waved a waiter over and gave him our order. He pulled up a chair and sat beside Simone. They talked in French and laughed, while Pete, Angie and I discussed our plans for the visit to Dubai in a few weeks' time. The waiter returned with the wine and opened the bottle and poured.

As I sipped from my glass, I could see Julian covertly glancing at the outline of Simone's breasts as they pressed against the shear fabric of her top. He took her hand for a moment, and I saw her smile. 

For the first time since I met her, I felt a pang of jealousy. They looked so comfortable with each other. As I sat back and watched them, I felt my age come crashing down on me like a brick wall. What was I doing expecting Simone to commit the rest of her life to me? The sensations kept washing over me making it difficult to breathe. 

I need a few moments to myself. I stood and muttered something about going to the bathroom and left the table. From the corner of my eye I saw Angie studying me with concern on her face. In the bathroom I ran the water for a few moments before I splashed some on my face. I looked at myself in the mirror and I didn't like what I saw. For Christ sake I was behaving like a love sick teenager! I was comfortable with her fucking my friends. Yet just interacting with an old friend closer to her own age, was making my stomach twist into knots.  



Damn it, I thought, I'm better than this and mentally slapped myself round the face. I took a deep breath and exited the bathroom. I half turned to return to the table, then I paused and turned the other way and walked to the front of the restaurant. 

There was a garden bench just outside the door. I sat down, I wasn't ready yet. I didn't want to spoil the others' lunch with my stupidity. I shut my eyes and lent my head back and rested it on the sun-warmed stone of the wall. The sun was warm on my face. I started an old half-forgotten yoga exercise. I relaxed and controlled my breathing. My mind drifted to my happy place, by the side of the waterfall in Yorkshire. I felt the healing influence of Ros flow all round me. 

I don't know how long I sat there. I don't think it was more than ten-twelve minutes before I felt a presence beside me. Simone was standing outside the door with tears rolling down her cheeks. 

"Did I do something wrong?" She whispered.

I held out my hand to her and she took it gratefully. "You didn't do anything." I said. "I just got a crushing dose of reality, and it freaked me out." 




Tales of Dirty Old Man Ch. 09



I paused and she sat beside me with her hands in her lap. Her head was resting on my shoulder and she was playing with her engagement ring.

"Simone, I'm fifty and you are thirty-three, when I'm sixty you will be forty-three, and when I'm seventy you will only be fifty-three. Are you sure this is what you want?" 

"Sure? I've never been surer of anything in all my life!" She squeezed my hand so hard it hurt. "What made you think like this? Was it Julian? Because nothing happened, and it never will."

"It's not about Julian specifically. It was the way you were so relaxed around someone so much closer to your own age. It brought home to me how much I'm asking you to sacrifice."

She wrapped her arms round me and hugged me. "But I love you, and I want to be with you."

"I'm going to be an old man Simone, and just now I'm feeling every one of my fifty years!"

"You may be an old man, but you're mine. My wonderful, sexy, considerate magnificent, dirty old husband to be." She leant forward and kissed me savagely. 

"And I wouldn't swap you for a hundred Julian's. I'm never going to speak to him again!"

"Don't be daft, I told you it's not Julian. Mind you ..." I paused and ran the back of my finger round the curve of her breast just barely touching the nipple I could see poking through her top, "He was enjoying looking at these!"

She blushed a beautiful shade of pink and briefly held my hand to her breast. I pushed myself to my feet and held out my hand. She took it and I pulled her to her feet. 

"We need to go back, the others will be wondering where we are."

Simone looked a shade embarrassed. "It was Angie who sent me to look for you, I barely noticed that you had left the table. It shocked me when I realised you weren't there. She said you looked upset about something, possibly about Julian."

"She wanted to come with me, but I wouldn't let her. I looked all over and I couldn't find you. That's when I got really worried, I even tried the toilet!" She smiled at the recollection, "I think I almost gave the poor man who was trying to pee a heart attack."

She looked up at me and there were fresh tears in the corner of her eyes. "When I asked if anyone had seen you, a waiter told me he'd thought he'd seen you leave. I thought you had left me," I hugged her to tell her it was alright. 

We walked back through the restaurant. In the dark passage that led to the courtyard she stopped and turned to me. She kissed me as savagely as before. She took my hand and placed it under her top, on her breast. 

"He may have looked, but you get to touch them," she whispered. She pressed my hand hard against the firm flesh, her nipple hardened further under my hand. We stayed like that until we heard someone behind us quietly cough.

Our waiter was standing there, "Chef wanted to know if you were ready for your meal?" 

"Err... yes please," I stammered, then we both giggled like little children caught with our fingers in the cookie jar.

We both had red faces as we re-joined Pete and Angie. We sat down and Simone held on tight to my hand. Angie looked at me anxiously mouthing 'Are you ok' at me, I nodded in reply. The other tables round us were filling up, but ours was the most secluded. The chair that Julian had used was back at its original table and he was nowhere to be seen. 

The food arrived moments later and once again Julian had outdone himself: the flesh of a whole lobster tail, thinly sliced and fanned out with a pickled vegetable salad. The lobster was drizzled with a lemon and truffle based dressing. 

We ate in silence, it was obvious that both Angie and Pete wanted to know what had happened, but were too polite to ask. Every few moments Simone would stroke my arm to as though to reassure herself I was still there. 

Finally, Angie's curiosity got the better of her. "Are you ok? You were gone quite a while," she asked me.

I smiled at her concern, "No I'm fine. I just had a big crashing dose of reality, and I needed a few minutes to clear my head." 

Simone clutched my hand and lent over and softly kissed the side of my face.

Angie said, "Was it something Julian said?"

"It wasn't what he said, it's just that watching him and Simone really brought home to me the gap in our ages!"

"Christ, I know that feeling," said Peter gesturing at Angie, "There's twelve years between us. You remember the issues that caused us strife in the beginning?"

I recalled the visit all those years ago where I had sorted out their problems. That had been the first time I had met Angie, and we had welcomed her into the family.

"You and Ros were always there for us, and now it's our turn to help both of you," she said. She looked round the table, "We're done here." She stood and pulled Simone to her feet. 

"We will see you two back on the boat, we girls are going to have a talk first." And with that she led Simone away. Simone looked back at me and smiled as they passed though the exit. 

Pete said, "I remember how hard it was to see Angie with other younger men ..." But before he could continue Julian appeared. He looked a bit surprised that the girls had left already. I told him, they had something urgent they needed to sort out as only girls can do.

I continued, "You really out did yourself today, the meal was wonderful."

"Thank you, I'll let the kitchen know," he said; "I do hope you will all be back soon." 

"We will," I told him, and he took his leave of us and headed back into the restaurant. 

I called the waiter over and asked for the bill. He smiled and handed it to me. The total was 0.00 Euro. I had forgotten that David wouldn't let us pay. I left a generous tip instead, and we left.  

Back on the boat Pete and I settled down on deck with a beer each. 

He asked, "So, what was that really all about?"

"I was watching how she was with someone so much closer to her own age. The reality of our situation came crashing down on me. I had one of those, 'When I'm this age, she's only going to be that age' moments." 

"Shit, I've had those, fucking depressing aren't they!"

"So, what do you think Angie's saying to her?"

Pete replied, "I guess it will probably be word for word the same talk that Ros gave her." 

"What did she say?"

"I don't know, neither of them would ever tell me, but I do know she was in a much better place afterwards." 

I asked, "You were saying something about Angie earlier?" 

"Yes, sorry we were interrupted," he said. "I met Angie six months before we visited you. It was a case of older man meets fiery young red head. We were in love but we both had age issues. I couldn't believe she could stay satisfied with an older man. She couldn't decide if I was her lover or a father figure."

"I know, she told us about it earlier," I said.

"Something Ros said and you did, changed all that!" 

"I don't know what Ros said, but in my case she transferred the father figure complex to me. You became the lover."

"I realised that, and for that I can never thank you enough ... Dad! But every now and again I would see her with a younger man and the old fears would raise their ugly head. When she sensed my apprehension, we would see you two and you'd work your miracle again."

He looked at me, "The last eighteen months have been difficult. When we understood that there was no way I could give her a baby and the other options didn't work. I thought I would lose her and you weren't there to sort it out!"

I didn't know what to say.

He finished his beer, and got another from the cooler. "But you came back and pulled off another miracle." He came over to me and hugged me, there were tears in his eyes. "And for that I'm forever in your debt." 

"You will never be in my in my debt mate, that's what friends do for friends." 

We sat back and sipped our beers in silence. Finally he broke the silence, "So what will you do after we leave?"

"It's Thursday and we don't need to pick up Lisette until Monday. I thought Simone would like to relax at the chateau over the weekend. As much as I love having you here, it has been an intense couple of weeks and a couple of 'us only' days would be very nice." 

I settled back down again with my beer and shut my eyes. I must have fallen asleep as the next thing I remember was the warmth of a person lying beside me and a finger gently caressing my face. I opened my eye and saw Simone's face inches from mine.

"Hi, sleepy head," she said and kissed the tip of my nose, "I love the way you look so at peace with the world when you are asleep." 

"How late is it?" I asked sleepily. 

"It's gone four o'clock, we got back an hour ago and decided not to wake you. It looked like you needed the rest." 

She smiled at me, "Do you know you have a cute little snore?"

"I have been told once or twice." She giggled at my response.

"How did your talk with Angie go?"

"Very interesting and enlightening. She told me so much about you and Ros." And that was all she would tell me. The only other thing she said was, "I was sure I loved you before, now I know I do!"

Then she said, "We have some time before I need to start the meal. You are going to take me to our bed and my dirty old man is going to fuck me senseless." She concluded this revelation by kissing me and then standing up and moving away.

When I didn't immediately move, she looked back, "Well, what are you waiting for. I can't do it on my own." 

I followed her down below. Pete and Angie were sitting on the stools at the breakfast bar. The laptop was open between them. They both smiled as Simone walked past them, pulling her top off over her head and tossing it on the couch. She was unbuttoning her jeans as she left the main cabin. I was only a couple of seconds behind her. By the time I entered our cabin she was already siting naked on the bed with her legs wide open. I struggled to get my jeans and briefs off over the obstacle of my rampant cock. I almost fell on her while balancing on one leg as I kicked the jeans off. Simone literally ripped my T-shirt off my back. Then fell back dragging me with her and wrapping her legs round my waist pulling me into her. She was so moist I slid in without any resistance. She grunted in satisfaction.

"Don't be gentle with me, I need to feel you. Fuck me. Make love to me. Feel the love I have for you." 

She pushed her hips against me urging me to move. I needed no further invitation. I pushed in hard and thrust into her again and again. I was moving like a pile driver, hitting her cervix on each stroke. Her heels were hitting my ass each time as she tried to urge me even deeper. 

She was crying out on each thrust. I could feel her cunt fluttering as her orgasm built up. She pushed my head back so she could see my eyes and spoke. One word that was half word, half cry of passion, on each thrust.

"I..... love..... youu..... and..... you..... will..... never..... ever..... run..... away..... from...... me..... again..... Oh Fuuucckk I'm cuummiing." 

She arch her back, lifting us both off the bed momentarily as her orgasm crashed into her. Starting from the core of her cunt and radiating out, her whole body shook. Her spasms triggered the start of my orgasm. She continued to cry out as I started to cum pumping out my jism filling her cunt over several more thrusts.

"Holy fuck, fuck, fuck, oh fuck, oh god I love you."



Her legs kept me locked into place and she gave no indication she was ever going to let me go. She kept the muscles in the wall of her cunt flexing. My cock stayed hard, if anything it felt like little Andy was getting bigger. 

She was still holding my head and she looked deep into my eyes. "Please, if I ever do something that worries or hurts you, fucking tell me. Don't do what you did today. I was so scared I thought I'd lost you. When the waiter said you'd left the restaurant it was like I'd died."

"I'm sorry," I said, "It really wasn't anything you did." 

"I know that now, I got the low down from Angie. Just remember don't... do.... it.... again..." Each time she spoke the last words, she squeezed my cock with her cunt muscles.

"Oh shit, that feels good," I gasped. 

"Roll onto your back," she demanded. 



Somehow we managed it with losing contact. She looked down at me and smiled. Then she leant forward kissing me, her tongue roaming my mouth, caressing my tongue. She started slowly to ride me. When I tried to move, she put her hand on my chest stopping me. 

She kissed me again and whispered, "You're not to move, this is my gift to you." She kept bent forward so that her nipples caressed the skin of my chest, as her breasts swayed in sync with her rocking motion. She would rock forward until just the tip of my cock nestled between her kitty lips. Pause, then slide backwards until her clit ground against my pubic bone. She would roll her hips so I flicked across her cervix, and her clit received extra attention. Then she would repeat the cycle.

It felt like every nerve ending in my groin was on fire. We were both moaning quietly. Every time she felt me getting close she would stop moving and kiss me until I relaxed enough for her to start again. She kept me hovering close like this for at least twenty minutes. Several times she shut her eyes and groaned as an orgasm rolled over her, but she never stopped concentrating on me. 

There was sweat dripping off both of us. I was begging her to allow me to cum and finally she nodded in agreement. She sat up and pulled my hands to her breasts and I pinched her nipples between my fingers. She rose up and savagely dropped down hard, then rode me hard and fast, crying out on each stroke. 

From the depths of my balls came the flood of my orgasm. I cried out as my cum burst into her cunt. My body wracked with shudders as I tried to squeeze out the last drop of cum. 

I felt from deep in the depths of my orgasmic release, her own orgasm wrap her body in a last surge of pleasure. She collapsed on top of me and I wrapped my arms protectively around her.

She was caressing my face while she got her breath back. "I am yours, body and soul, she whispered. 

I was caressing her back, running my fingers from her neck to the curve of her buttock. "I promise I will always be here for you," I told her. She sighed in relief and  contentment, and put her head down on my chest.



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A Night to Remember

All too soon we had to move. We shared the shower, washing each other tenderly. Then, when we were dry and dressed we went looking for the others. We saw them lying naked on the bed, through the open door of their cabin. The evidence of their love was smeared all over Angie's red pussy hair. Angie held her hand out to us, and we went and sat on the bed. 

She asked, "Are you ok now?" 

"Yes, I love him, and he loves me," Simone replied.

Angie ran a finger down my arm, "Yep, he's a loveable dork."

Pete put his hand on hers and they both held mine. "He's my best friend, my wife's best friend and her lover and he's going to be the father of our child. And for all of those things and for everything he's ever done for us, I can't thank him enough." 

I looked at the pair of then naked and happy in each other's arms and the tears came rolling down my face. I was so happy that I had been able to help them again. 

Angie sat up and kissed me, and then turned to Simone, "See, that's what I told you, he's always thinking of others, and he then lets his own issues build up until they overwhelm him. You need to be his sanity; keep him on the rails."

"She's found an excellent way to do that," I said. "She tells me one word at a time when she has my full attention." Simone blushed bright red, and Angie burst out into hysterical giggles. 

"We know, we heard her telling you! We thought the 'Oh fuck, I'm cuming' was probably the clinching argument." 

Simone hid her head in her hands. I was getting distracted by the way Angie's breasts quivered when she laughed. 

"You two need to get dressed or I won't be responsible for my actions." I said.

"Oh no you don't, I need you to help me with dinner," Simone told me. "We need to eat early so we can all say good bye to each other properly tonight." 

Simone stood and pulled me out of the room, she turned and told them. "The food will be ready in about an hour and a half, have fun until then." 

"We will," Pete said and they moved back into each others' arms. 

In the galley Simone stopped and hugged me, giving me a big kiss. "I know I keep telling you but I love you." 

I returned her kiss and let my hands roam over her body.

"Stop that," she told me. "It's too distracting, I need to get the food ready. Can you go and get the barbecue warmed up, it needs to be nice and hot. Please pour me a glass of wine when you get back."

I fired up the barbecue but we had no decent wine. Damm, I thought I'm going to have to get some from the shops. I was hunting around for my wallet when Simone saw me. 

"What are you looking for?"

"My wallet. We've managed to go through all the good wine. I wanted something nice for their last night. I'm just going to pop out and get some quickly." 

"Wait a moment," she said, "let me call David, and we should be able to get some from him."

I passed her phone to her, and she called the restaurant and quickly organised the wine. 

Ten minutes later there was a voice calling from the jetty and a waiter carried a case of wine to the galley. It was a case of the 76, I raised my eye brows in surprise.

She smiled at me, "It's a present from me to you." 

I removed a couple of bottles from the case. I found a decanter in the cupboard, and managed to decant the wine without messing it up. I poured us both a glass.

"Can you set the table up in the wheelhouse." she asked me 

"You don't want to eat on deck?" I asked. 

"I'd like to, but it looks like it's going to rain later. What do you think of this?" She asked and showed me a delicious looking summer fruit tart. "Julian's pastry chef made it for us. We can have it for desert. He sent us some fresh champagne sorbet to go with it. It's in the freezer." 

I carried the meat to the barbecue for her. She had prepared a butterflied leg of lamb that had been marinating in a mix of Arabic spices. I recalled the aromas from my Saudi days. 

"Hmm, Moroccan lamb," I said.

She looked surprised, "You know it?" 

"It's been one of my favourites for many years." 

"And mine!" And she smiled contentedly at me.

I left her to start cooking the meat while I sorted out the table and the rest of the wine. 

As I passed the other cabin I was just in time to hear Angie scream of pleasure echo out as she climaxed. 

I poked my head in and Pete raised his head from between her legs and grinned at me. "Are we making too much noise?"

"Nope, I can never hear too much of that wonderful sound. I just wanted to remind you that Simone's cooking and you've got half an hour before the food's ready." 

Angie crawled off the bed, "In that case we both need to shower." And she slapped Pete on his bare ass to get him moving. 

"Use ours," I said, "it's larger."

"Thanks," and two naked bodies padded off to out bathroom. 

I picked up our glasses and joined Simone at the barbecue. She took hers and sipped gratefully. 

"Was that Angie I just heard?" She asked. 

I smiled, "Yes, Pete was going down on her. I sent them off to get ready."

She said, "She seems to be enjoying herself." 

"She always does on her visits. I think she loves all the attention she gets." I grinned in recollection. "I've always thought it's because only when she's with people she loves and trusts, can she let her hair down and have fun. Pete always seems to benefit from it." 

The heavenly aroma of cooking spiced lamb was spreading out from the barbecue and making my mouth water. 




Tales of Dirty Old Man Ch. 09



Simone asked, "Can you watch this while I go and get changed. I will bring the rest of the food out when I come back"

I took over from her and watched as she disappeared. Pete appeared and I offered him a glass of wine.

He sipped and smiled, "Ahh, the good stuff, you realise I'm going to miss this." He sniffed the smoke coming from the barbecue, "Is that what I think it is?"

"If you're thinking on the lines of Moroccan lamb, then you are right."

"Hmm, nice."

Angie appeared and stood behind me. She wrapped her arms around me. It looked like she and Simone had decided they wanted to dress up for us tonight. Angie was wearing an emerald green dress with a high neckline and a plunging back. There was a slit that went all the way up the side. I turned and ran my hand down her back and beneath the dress and fondled a naked buttock. 

She shivered gently and whispered as she kissed me, "It's going to be a good night." 

She sniffed the air appreciably, "Is it ready yet."

"I think so," I said as I took the meat off the barbecue and onto a plate. "Yep, it's looking good."

She took the meat and placed it on the table. Simone appeared from below carrying the other dishes. She looked stunning in a knee length beige dress. It buttoned up the front, the first was only inches above her belly button, the last just below the V of her legs. As she set the dishes down, I got tantalising glimpses of her breasts and upper thighs. I was sure that she, like Angie, wore no lingerie. 

The table in the wheelhouse was a bit like a restaurant booth, with a fixed high back booth style bench on each side. The girls made us scoot in first, then they boxed us in. Sliding in made Simone's dress ride up. My suspicions were confirmed as her kitty could be seen framed in the gap. I let my finger run up the inside of her thigh. She opened her legs enough for me to ease a finger between her wet lips of her cunt. Simone gave a gentle sigh of contentment. Angie gasped as well, it was obvious that Pete was letting his hands roam over her intimate places. 

Simone collected her thoughts and served the food. I brought my finger to my mouth to taste her delectable kitty juice. She saw me and shook her head, and told me, "Naughty man, you're supposed to wait for dessert!" The comment raised a smile from all of us. "I promise you can taste later."

The lamb was so tender you could pull pieces off with a fork. Simone had prepared couscous and fresh asparagus to go with it. We washed it down with a couple of bottles of the wine. In the distance, the horizon was lit up with the flashes of lightning as the thunder storm grew closer. 

By the end of the meal I was feeling a buzz from the fabulous wine and the prospect of a sexy evening. I think we all were. I had got comfortable propped in the corner of the bench and Simone had tucked her legs under her and curled up beside me. The storm was overhead, and the flash of the lightning and the crash of the thunder made us all jump. Simone shivered in my arms as the rain rattled off the deck. 

We were feeding each other tiny spoons of the champagne sorbet. If any fell off, and luckily a lot did, it seemed that miraculously it only fell into her cleavage. I was quite happy to clean up my mess, and tease her breasts as I did so, with my tongue, of course.

The girls glanced at each other, then Angie looked at us, "It's our last night, and I don't want to waste any of it when we could be more physical than we are. Can we go and get comfortable down below?"

Pete and I grinned at each other and high five'd across the table, and then we all moved below to the living room. I poured us all a nightcap as we settled down on the sofa and chairs. 

I watched as Angie and Simone attacked Pete. Simone was kissing him while she unbuttoned his shirt. Angie was kneeling at his feet, fumbling with the belt and fly of his trousers. She pulled his firm cock out and ran her tongue round the head before sucking the first few inches into her mouth. Simone was kissing her way down his chest. Pete's hand was under Simone's dress caressing her ass cheek. Angie was trying to see how much she could swallow. There must have been a hidden signal between them as at the same time the girls swapped ends.  

Pete caught my eye and mouthed 'Is this ok?' at me. I grinned and told him, "You're our guest, and on this boat the guests 'cum' first." I'd intended the pun.

Simone heard my words and looked up from where she was licking Pete's cock. "Can I have this beautiful cock?" She asked. 

"Sure, have fun, but let me see," I told her and she blew me a kiss. She stood up and kissed Angie. She sat in his lap facing me so I could see. She took his steel shaft in her hand, rubbed the head along her slit. She rose up a bit then sank down taking every last inch of him inside her. 

Her head bent forward, "Oh fuck, this feels good," she groaned. 

Angie unbuttoned Simone's dress and pulled it off her throwing it at me. Simone began to ride Pete, gasping each time he was all the way in. Angie was sucking on her breasts, and her finger was between Simone's legs playing with her engorged clit.

I took my clothes off and sat back to watch this beautiful and extremely erotic tableau evolve. They performed for their own and my pleasure. I was gently stroking my cock that appeared to be trying to break all previous records for size and firmness.



Pete placed his free hand between his wife's legs and she cried out as his fingers found her cunt and entered seeking her G spot. 

Simone was moving faster, and Pete was pushing up each time, their thighs slapping as they met. I watched as Simone groaned and threw her head back as her first orgasm of the evening washed over her, her body shuddering as she cried out. A few moments later she pull off him. She kissed Angie before standing and moving over to me. Angie quickly took her place on his still rock hard cock, pulling her own dress off and throwing it into the corner as she sank down hard on him.

"Fuck, yess," Angie cried out, and then she was riding him hard.

Simone stood in front of me as I sat on the chair and dipped her finger into the kitty juice that was running down the inside of her thigh. She held it out to me and I sucked the finger. I could only taste her sweet honey. 

"I promised you dessert," she whispered, "and I always honour my promises." 

"Thank you, my beautiful sex slave," I whispered back. I leant forward and buried my head between her thighs, running my tongue along her slit. Tasting first hand my own private dessert. She bent down and took my head in her hands and kissed me. A long, slow deep sensual kiss that had my toes curling.

She carried on kissing my face and neck as she shuffled forward kneeling on the chair straddling me. Grasping my cock in her hand she pumped him a couple of times before feeding it between her dripping labia folds. In a mutual motion I pushed up and she dropped down and we met in the middle. I was like a sword sheathed in its custom crafted scabbard. We stayed like that motionless for a long time, me buried deep inside her. The occasional twitch of my cock and her cunt, our only movements.

We both turned to watch as Pete and Angie reach their mutual climaxes. They were very vocal at the moment of the orgasms. Angie collapsed on him, her whole body quivering with the strength of her orgasm. Pete's cum was dripping out of her and pooling on his thighs.

Simone whispered in my ear, "Pete's feels good, but you feel so much better. There isn't a bit of me you aren't touching." She kept twitching the muscles in her cunt, and shivered as I pinched her nipple. 

My hands were grasping her ass cheeks and I started lifting her up and down my shaft. It felt like a velvet glove massaging my cock. I gasped out loud as the head flipped across her cervix. Simone took up the motion, she rode me in long slow deliberate strokes, slowing me down if I pushed too eagerly. All this time we never broke eye contact. I don't know what she saw in mine, but in hers I saw the love and trust I hope I was mirroring. I was so hard that if I moved my hips the tip of my cock rubbed up against her A spot by her cervix. Her eyes opened wide and she stopped moving letting me do all the work.

She moaned, "Ohhh fuuuck yessss, fuck yeesssss that's sooooo good."

I kept swinging my cock so it continually rubbed against her A spot. Her hand went between us and her fingers were rubbing across her clit. After a few moments I could feel her whole body shaking with the impending build-up of her A spot orgasm. My cock was throbbing in anticipation of its own release.  

Her cries grew louder and louder repeatedly crying out, "Oh fuck...... oh fuck...... oh fuck." Finally her cries becoming an incoherent scream, as she came. 

Her body spasmed in the throes of the ultimate orgasm. Every part of her body trembled in ecstasy and unbelievable bliss. Her orgasm seemed to last a long time, with Simone writhing, twisting, and moaning in my arms. Her entire cunt spasmed around my cock, locking me in place, triggering my climax. I felt my surges start in my balls and my jets of jism burst out, bouncing off her cervix, and filling her cunt. 

She collapsed against my chest, still shaking. Her lips urgently seeking mine in a desperate kiss. I was breathing heavily, trying to get my breath back. 

I whispered, "I love you!" to her over and over.

Simone dipped her fingers into the cocktail of our juices that was pooling in my groin. She licked them before offering them to me for my enjoyment. 

"Can I taste please?" came Angie's hesitant voice from beside us. 

"Sure," I replied, and slid my fingers between us intending to offer her a taste. 

"No, not like that," she said, and pulled Simone off my lap and led her to the sofa. Simone laid back in the sofa. Angie knelt between her thighs licking the cum that had dribbled down the inside of her thighs.

Her tongue licked higher until it reached the source. Then she was rubbing her lips over Simone's engorged folds, inhaling her scent and flicking her tongue round her labia. Simone was quietly moaning in response. Angie's tongue was sinking inside and lapping up the combination of our juices. Simone was writhing and pushing her hips up against Angie's face. Simone's hands went to her breasts, fondling and pinching her nipples. Her eyes closed and she whimpered as a gentle orgasm hit her. 

Angie stood and came and sat on my lap and kissed me. Her mouth tasted of the sweet honey of Simone and my musky spice, an unbeatable combination. 

She wriggled her ass in my lap causing little Andy to twitch and rise again. She slid off and took me in her mouth and ran her tongue round the mushroom head feeling him grow in her mouth. She lifted her head up and smiled at me. 

"You taste so nice," she told me. Then she pulled me to my feet. Holding my hand she moved the three paces to Simone and pulled her to her feet. 

"Come on we have unfinished business," she told us. She paused at Pete's side to kiss him, "It's Andy's turn, and we'll be in the bedroom." 

He smiled at us and gave Angie a playfully smack on the ass. He picked up his drink and said, "I'll be there in a moment, I'm just going to enjoy this and get my strength back." 

"Don't be long," Simone told him as we left. 

The girls pulled the covers back and lay down on the bed. Simone drew Angie into her arms and kissed her sapphic lover. Angie responded to the kiss in a way that left them both gasping. They looked so beautiful together, their red and gold hair framing their faces that I had to get a record. I picked up my camera and took a series of evermore erotic images of the pair of them. They could see what I was doing but it didn't stop them. They seemed to relish the attention the camera gave them. Finally, they blew me a kiss and held their arms out to me. 

I sat down on the edge of the bed and they drew me into their embrace. Two beautiful women pulled me between them and curled up resting their heads on my chest. Simone took a silk scarf from beside the bed and wrapped it round my head blindfolding me. 

Angie whispered into my ear, "Don't peek, just relax," and kissed my ear lobe. 

I lay back and decided to enjoy the ride. I felt two mouths roaming over my body, kissing, licking and occasionally a little nibble.  

"We are going to play a little game with you," a disguised voice whispered in my ear.

"You have to guess who it is before we move on. Get it wrong and you get a smack and we go back a step." 

I felt them both get off the bed, then the bed move slightly as one of them climbed back on. A mouth sucked in the head of my cock and the tongue rolled round the glans. My toes curled at the sensation of an anonymous mouth and nothing else. 

No sight and the other senses seem to shift up a gear. Touch, taste, smell, and hearing, all heightened. 

This was a no brainer, I'd felt this mouth to often to forget it, "Angie," I gasped. 

"Well done," she purred around her mouth full. She spent the next thirty seconds sucking and licking before pulling away and getting up off the bed. 

I sensed motion on both sides of the bed and then both of them were standing above me. I could smell an aroused woman poised above my face. I waited with baited breath for one of them to drop down on my face. 

Then a tongue licked up from the base of my cock to the mushroom head. 'Shit which one was it, I couldn't tell'. 

"Again," I whispered. The tongue swept up the underside again and the mouth briefly swallowed the tip. 'Christ, not a clue'.

I thought for a moment longer, 'Wait a moment I need to use my brains here. I know one of them is poised above my face. I can smell her arousal and feel the bed shifting slightly from her movements.' I drew in a deep breath, the scent of a well fucked woman tickling the back of my nose. 'Aroused woman and........was it me or Pete?' 

A drop of moisture fell on my lips, I licked them. 'Eureka, Angie with a hint of Pete. And if that's Angie and I know she's not double jointed then....'

"Simone is the owner of the sensuous tongue and Angie, the delicious cunt that's poised above me." 

I heard them giggle and Angie lowered herself down until her labial lips were kissing mine. My tongue ran down the length of her slit and flicked across her puckered button. Sweet spice with a hint of salt that was Pete teased my taste buds. She eased down a tad more, and my tongue pushed into her channel. She moaned as I rolled my tongue around. She moved and her erect clit brushed my lips. I drew it into my mouth. Angie cried out in response, as I teased and sucked it. 

A warmth enclosed my cock, not a mouth this time. This was the moist velvety warmth of Simone's vagina. My senses shifted into overdrive. I could feel every curve and fold inside her. For the first time I could feel her G spot with only my cock.

There was subtle change to the taste and aroma of Angie's juices the closer she got to her climax. I'd never noticed that change before. I kept dipping my tongue into her cunt for a taste before returning to enjoy her much engorged clitoris. 

I sensed subtle changes in body positions above me, and heard Angie whisper to Simone. "Oh God yes, please suck my nipples harder I love that feeling." 

My hands moved of their own volition, I was stroking Simone's thighs. She was barely moving her body. Only the walls of her cunt were rhythmical moving, massaging little Andy. I sensed she was waiting for Angie's orgasm before she abandoned herself to her own. 

Angie was gasping louder as the dual effects of our mouths on her body drew her close to her climax. I knew she was close as I could feel the muscles in her thighs quivering as she squeezed the side of my face. I ran my finger round her puckered rose. Moistening it with her juices I pushed it in. The presence of my finger in her ass and the action of our mouths pushed her over the edge. 

She came with a long drawn out groan, pushing down hard on my face. Her pussy juices flooding out covering my face, I could barely breathe. It was quite a few seconds before she relaxed enough for me to get a proper breath. 

After a few moments she rose off me. She unwound the blindfold so I could see, and curling up beside me, licked and kissed my face clean. Pete was sitting on the side of the bed stroking Angie's back. She took Pete's hand and kissed it and placed it on her breast. She took mine and placed it on top of Pete's. "I love you both so much," she whispered. She bent down and took Pete's cock in her mouth. 

Finally Simone started to begin moving in earnest on my throbbing cock. She bent forward and sought my lips for a kiss. Our tongues caressed each other's in a game of hide and seek. I wanted, needed to feel in control of our passion. I rolled over and flipped her on her back, sliding back hard and deep into her welcoming heart.

She looked up at me with raw passion in her eyes. "Please," she whispered, "Don't be gentle, I need to feel you." She locked her heels behind my back urging me to move. 

I was thrusting deep and hard. Her groans mingling with my grunts, her finger nails digging into my shoulders as her hands clawed at me. My consciousness contracted down to those points our bodies touched. It was like our skin burned where we touched. 

I felt her cunt spasm as she came, her legs tight around me. A long drawn out cry of fulfilment escaped her mouth. I kept thrusting and my balls were slapping against her ass, her orgasm was building up in intensity. She was shaking her head, her eyes unable to focus. Waves of pleasure kept washing over her, drawing me closer to my climax. My balls tightened, and that familiar burning sensation built up in the base of my prick. 

A drawn out, "fuuuuuuccckk," escaped from between my gritted teeth and I exploded inside her. My orgasm joined her extended one in an expression of bodily love. 

We slowly came down from our high, rolling onto our sides, our bodies still locked together. We felt the covers being drawn over us as Pete and Angie settled down with us between them. Pete behind Simone and Angie, me.

Angie's hand and leg curled over me. Pete did the same to Simone, his hand holding her breast. There were a few kisses and sighs of contentment from us as we all drifted off to sleep. 



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Last Games 

At some point I was woken by a hand stroking my semi erect cock. I opened my eyes to see Simone's blue eyes staring at me, her hand wrapped round me. Behind her Pete was languidly moving in and out of her cunt. We kissed and she gently shuddered as she enjoyed a mild orgasm. Pete gasped and came a few moments later, and was asleep again seconds later. Simone kissed me again and was asleep herself in mid stroke. I smiled at her innocence. I rolled over and spooned Angie, placing my hand on her breast. She shivered and her ass wriggled slightly as she half woke up. I lifted her leg slightly and buried myself into her welcoming cunt. She moaned in her half-awake state, pushing back against me. I copied Pete's action, gently stroking in and out, my hand on her breast. She whimpered quietly as she came. I soon followed, my fertile cum drizzling out. She clutched my hand to her breast and was soon asleep again.     

I woke the next morning as the sunlight shone through the gaps in curtains on the porthole. I must have rolled onto my back at some point, and the two girls had curled up either side of me using my chest as a pillow. Pete was curled up behind Simone, his hand on her breast. The sunlight shone on their faces, highlighting the glow of their hair and Angie's freckles. 

I eased myself from their clutches and headed to the bathroom for an urgently needed pee. Angie shuffled forward into the empty space in her sleep, and moved into Simone's arms. 




Tales of Dirty Old Man Ch. 09



I relived the pressure on my bladder and after checking the others were still sleeping contentedly. I decided to take a quick shower and clean my teeth. Standing in the shower with the water drumming down on me was a pleasant way to wake up. I luxuriated in the sensation of the water. I dried myself and wrapped a towel round my waist. 

Again I checked on the others and there was a hint of movement, but I didn't think they were awake. Coffee I thought, and headed for the galley, and switched the coffee filter on. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee spread throughout the galley and I poured myself a mug. I stood in the wheelhouse and opened the doors letting the breeze in as I sipped the coffee. I watched and listened as the town slowly woke up as I let the coffee work its magic. Time to wake the others, I thought, so we can enjoy our last morning together. 

I collected the coffee pot and extra mugs from the galley and headed back to the cabin. I paused in the doorway as a pleasant sight and sound greeted me. Simone was on her back propped up so she could watch Angie's head between her open thighs. Pete was kneeling behind his wife thrusting into her cunt. 

I stood for a while in the doorway enjoying the view and the sounds of passion coming from them. I watched as two of my favourite friends and my lover moved in perfect harmony. Simone saw me standing there and held her hand out to me to join them. I took it and lay down beside her and we kissed and I caressed her breasts. She was gasping as Angie's tongue and fingers worked on her. I sucked at her nipple and she whimpered. Her hand went round my head holding me in place.

Simone shuddered as she came, crying out and her thighs clamping down on Angie's head. She pushed Angie's head away saying, "no more." She clutched at me, curling up in my arms, still shuddering as she came down from her high.   

Angie was also close to her orgasm. She was pushing back at Pete, moaning as he thrust harder and faster into her. Pete came first, growling as he spasmed deep inside her. Pumping his jism into her waiting cunt. Angie's orgasm crested moments later. She cried out and collapsed face down on the bed, pulling Pete on top of her. 

"That looked like fun," I told Simone. 

"Christ yes, I woke up and she was sucking my tits, then licking my kitty. Where were you?"

"Making coffee," I said, pointing at the coffee pot and mugs. 

"You're a life saver," and she held out her hand. I poured her a mug and she sipped contentedly. I moved up the bed propping myself against the headboard. Simone curled up between my legs, and leaning back supported herself against me. She clutched her mug to her, sipping away. I wrapped my arms round her and she stroked my forearms. 

Pete rolled off Angie and headed in the direction of the bathroom. Angie shuffled up and wrapped her arms round the pair of us. 

She looked at me and said, "I think I've reached it."

"Reached what?" Simone wanted to know. 

"That point in every visit where I'm all fucked out. No more sex for a few days I think," she told Simone. 

I laughed, "You know that Pete has organised a romantic evening for you in Paris tonight."

"God, he hasn't has he?" She groaned. Then smiled, "Well that's tonight, I should be recovered by then," she laughed at the thought.

I called out to Pete, "What time do you need to leave?"

"After lunch," he called back, "There is a TGV at 3 o'clock that will get us into Paris around six. I booked a car at two to take us to the station in Lyon."

He reappeared and put his arms round Angie. He asked, "What are you going to do?"

I looked at Simone and replied, "If Simone's happy with the idea, I thought it would be nice if we spent a couple of days at the chateau. She can show me around."

She smiled back happily at me, "I'd love that." Then she looked very thoughtful. 

"The children fly back today. I know we agreed that I shouldn't be there to meet them, but I'd like to see them tomorrow, even if it's only for a few minutes. Will you come with me?"

I quickly looked at Pete and he nodded in understanding. He took Angie's hand saying, "We need a shower and then to get breakfast ready. Let's give these two some privacy." They disappeared off in the direction of their cabin. 

"Simone, I agree you need to see your children. What you need is your father and Rachael supporting you when you do." I pulled her tight to me and kissed the back of her neck. "What you don't need is a strange man there as well. The kids don't know me, and we have no idea what Bernard may have told them." 

She wriggled round so she faced me. "But I need you there." 

"No you don't, you need George and Rachael, and I'd just be in the way and would confuses them." 

"But..."

"No buts. It's also a practical thing, my French isn't that good." She still looked unsure so I continued. "Talk to your father and Rachael today, and get them to prepare the kids for your visit. I want to take you, but I'm going to wait at the cafe for you." 

She still looked worried so I handed her my iPhone, dialling George's number as I did. 

When he answered she said, "Papa, j'ai besoin de vos conseils." I smiled at her and got dressed while she spoke to her father. 

I took the coffee things back to the galley and got a fresh pot brewing. I started looking round Rosie wondering how it would work if, no let's be positive, when her children came to stay. 

I stuck my head into the small cabin. I'd never been too happy with the layout, it had always been a compromise. I tried to look at it from a child's point of view and immediately knew the answer. I'd have a carpenter strip out the existing bed and build a pair of built in bunk beds for them. With lights, a TV and curtains to block out the world I thought any visiting child would love it. I'd ask George if he could recommend a carpenter and get it done as soon as possible. 

Angie and Pete were puttering around in the galley preparing breakfast. I checked the time and realised that it still was only eight-thirty. I poured a glass of orange juice and took it to Simone. She was still talking to her father but she looked a lot happier. She took the glass with a grateful smile and drank half of it down in one go. 

She leant over and kissed me then continued her conversation. I sat down and she curled her naked body up against me and I wrapped the bed cover round her. After a few minutes she handed to phone to me

"Daddy wants a word with you," she looked down at herself and the dried evidence her night of passion smearing her body, "And I'm going to get a shower," 

She headed to the bathroom and I spoke to George. 

It was a pleasant conversation. Made even more pleasant by the floor show Simone put on as she dressed after her shower. She teased me as she slipped a sexy thong on, then a cute little skirt that showed her long smooth tanned legs off beautifully. She waved a matching bra under my nose, but I shook my head so she put it away. Finally she hid her exquisite breasts under a pink crop top embroidered with the words 'Daddy's Girl'. She stood in the doorway and bent over shaking her ass at me. Leaving me spluttering down the phone at George.  

Fortunately, I don't think he was aware how distracted I was. He was really glad that I'd got Simone to call him. Apparently he and Rachael were in Paris and the kid's flight was due to arrive at lunch time. The good news was they had already spent several hours on the phone explaining the situation to Michael and Anna. George felt that they understood the situation. Both of them had expressed a need to see their mother. He thought that Simone seeing them tomorrow was a good idea. I told him I intended to be around but I'd wait at the cafe in town. 

George said, "I'm glad she's found you, you're just right for her. I think the children will like you. They are both looking forward to seeing the boat." 

I said, "That reminds me, I need a carpenter to build bunk beds for them on Rosie. Do you know anyone who could do the work?"

He laughed, "Andrew, we have two master carpenters at the winery, they will be more than happy to help." 

We passed a few more pleasantries and then rang off. 

I found Simone in the galley with the others, looking a bit shocked at the full English breakfast on the plate in front of her. I smiled as an identical plate was placed in front of me. I gazed in delight at the fried eggs, bacon, sausage, tomato, fried bread and bake beans heaped on my plate. 

I grinned, "Thank you, I haven't had a full English for months." 

Simone said, "Please tell me you don't eat this for breakfast all the time?"

Angie laughed at the horror in her voice. "No it's only for special occasions, and this is a very special occasion. Try it, it won't bite." 

Simone started to eat and looked pleasantly surprised, "I could grow to like this," she mumbled around a full mouth. 

Angie and Pete looked at each other, then she said. "Andy, I... We, we want to say thank you for everything you have done. Without you our marriage would have been in difficulties. You helped us not just now, but so many times in the past. I know you realise now how much we missed you."

"I do now," I said. 

Pete said, "We've decided that if it's a boy we want to call him Andrew. If it's a girl we'd like to call her Rosie if you agree? And we want you both to be godparents."  

I sat there for a moment speechless, then I stood and held my arms out to them. They came and we hugged, there were tears in all our eyes. I pull my arm around Simone and kissed her. 

"So what do you want to do for the rest of the morning?" I asked. 

Angie said, "We are going to thank the pair of you by making love to you for the rest of the morning. Then a quick shower, pack and a light lunch in the local cafe."

I grinned as I replied "So just a quiet morning then, and what happened to the 'I'm all fucked out girl' from earlier." 

Pete put his arm round her, and said jokingly, "It appears that my slutty wife got her second wind." 

She gave him a mock punch, then kissed him. "Slutty I may be, but only with people I love, and at the moment that's not you." With that she came and sat on my lap, wriggling erotically. "Andy do you think you would be interested in a second wife? We could have a joint marriage!" 

I looked at Simone, "Oh, I don't know, what do you think? Do we want a wanton sex slave to warm our bed?"

Simone pushed her empty plate away from her and took Pete's hand. "It sounds like a lot of fun, but only if I can keep this one locked up in the other cabin to service me when I'm bored of you."

I looked at her in mock horror, "When you're bored with me! I'll show you bored with me, come here."

She came and stood beside me. I ran my hand up the back of her leg and eased my fingers under her thong. She gasped as my fingers slid inside her and found her pleasure spot. She spread her thighs to make it easier for me. She bent forward and kissed me, then whispered, "Oh fuck, I could never get bored of thissssssssss." She hissed the last word as Angie pushed her top up and kissed her nipple.

Simone's legs started to shake as I continued to play with her G spot. She was using Angie's shoulders to support herself. She was moaning quietly as we continued to kiss. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," she groaned as my fingers triggered her orgasm, her cunt contracting round them. 

My fingers were covered in her spicy sweet kitty juice. A brief taste was all that I was allowed before Angie took possession and sucked them clean. Then she licked Simone's legs clean as well. 

Simone straightened her clothing and pulled Angie to her feet. She said, "I'm sorry guys but I need Angie to help me do some shopping. The sex will have to wait. We will be back in about an hour." They collected their bags and headed off to town.

A silence descended on the boat. I looked at Pete and asked if he needed any help packing.

"Not really, I was hoping we could leave some of the clothes we've bought on board, we don't have much space in the bags." 

"That's fine, there's storage space under the bed in your cabin," I told him. "Let me show you."

I left him to his packing. I decided that while I was waiting for the girls to return I would download the photos I'd been taking recently. I set up the laptop and camera on the breakfast counter and after pouring a mug of brain juice I started. There were some absolutely stunning images of both Simone and Angela amongst my efforts. Some though I felt could have been a lot better. I came to the conclusion that the camera was the main issue. 

I sighed and looked at my camera, Kirsten had bought it for me two, no three years ago for my birthday. I hate to admit it but it was time to think about getting a new one. And while I'm at it I suppose it wouldn't hurt to think about a new apple laptop and the new version of Photoshop. I opened a cupboard and looked at my old printer, and sighed again. A new photo printer wouldn't go amiss either. At least now I had the spare cash to afford it. 

I made a few edits and saved the work, then I burnt a CD backup copy. I sat back and got a couple of beers from the fridge and went looking for Pete. 

I found him on the deck relaxing on a lounger. He took the offered beer and we sat in silence sipping from the bottles, waiting for our lovers to return. It was nearer to two hours before we saw them loaded down with bags at the bottom of the gangplank. 

As we jumped up to help them, I could hear Pete muttering. "Christ, I hope those aren't ours, there's no room left in the bags." 

Angie laughed, as they came and sat down, "Don't be a fuss pot, only this one's for us," and she held up a small bag. 

I had to ask, "What's in the other bags then?"

Simone said, "These two bags are presents for the children. The little one is a present for Angie and Pete."

"So I guess the rest are clothes for you."

"Well this one is." She showed me an amazing set of lingerie, one of several in the bag. "But this one is a present for you," and she handed me the last large bag. "I know how much you love to take photographs. The man in the shop said that this is the best one he has."

There were two boxes in the bag. In the first was a Canon EOS 1D body. The second held a matching lens. I looked at her in surprise, was she a mind reader?

She looked at me shyly, "It's so you can photograph my love for you." 

"It's just perfect, thank you," I said, "It's going to get a lot of use in that case,"

Pete looked intrigued at the last bag, "So what did you get?" 

Angie replied, "It's wasn't me, it's a present from Simone. It's bespoke perfume for me and aftershave for you. She had them make it up for us in this tiny little perfumery." 

Simone told Pete, "My family have been going to that shop for years. I ordered yours yesterday. The aftershave is unique, my father's the only other person that it's made for, and I love his smell." 

She looked at Angie, "The perfume is a special blend they only made for my mother. You remind me so much of her, that I thought it would be perfect for you." 

We all looked humbled as the thoughts behind their gifts were revealed. Angie had tears in her eyes as she hugged Simone. There was a definite dampness to Pete's as well.

Simone came to me demanding a kiss. I told her, "Thank you for your wonderful gifts. You didn't need to get me anything."

"I wanted to, and there's one more." She handed me a small box. "I had them make this for you. I described everything I love about you, and the aftershaves you like. They created this aftershave for you. It's bottled essence of Andrew." 

I opened it, and smelled it. It was like all the best bits of my favourite aftershaves all in one. 

"They will only make it for you," she whispered in my ear as she hugged me.

"I... I...." I couldn't speak for a few moments. 

She took the crystal bottle from me and dabbed a tiny amount on my neck. Angie came over for a smell. 

She looked at us, "God that amazing, it's everything I associate with him all in one place." 

"Thank you," I finally managed to say. Simone just hugged me tighter.

In the distance I heard the church bells ring out the noon clarion. Angie looked horrified. She started to pick up the bags and usher us below. 

She looked at Simone and me as she pushed us towards the bed, "I'm not leaving until at least one of you two makes love to me." 

I said, "That sounds a lot like a challenge. How do you think we should respond?" I asked Simone. 

She giggled and made a show of tossing an imaginary coin. "It's heads, so you get the head and I get her tail."

Angie laughed at the way we had divided her up. She lay back on the bed, raising her hips to remove her skirt and panties. Simone crawled between her open thighs and kneeling, started licking and sucking her. Angie sat up and I pulled her top off freeing her stupendous breasts for my enjoyment. Angie eased herself back propping her body up on one elbow. I undressed and knelt by her head. She held the base of my firming cock in her hand. Her head bent forward and she ran her tongue around the mushroom head, making cute little slurping sounds. Every few moments she moaned as Simone found a sensitive spot. 

Simone was running her tongue from the rosy bud of her anus to the erect nubbin of her clitoris. She slid two fingers into Angie's cunt searching for her G spot. I was fondling Angie's breasts and pinching her nipples. Angie gave a shudder as she had an orgasm

I saw Pete watching us from the doorway, his shorts bulging with evidence of his arousal. I waved him over, pointing at Simone buttocks that were waggling in his direction. He dropped his shorts and moment later he'd pulled her thong to one side and was buried deep inside Simone's cunt. Her head reared up and she groaned in pleasure. Pete started plunging in and out, and she pushed back at him. She started making little squeaking sounds of joy and passion on each stroke. 

She lowered her head back down and continued sucking and finger fucking Angie. Angie pulled Simone's head closer as she came again, her thighs briefly tightening round Simone's head. 

I was face fucking Angie as she tried to deep throat me, her hand stroking my balls. I caught Simone's eye and we both grinned at each other. I whispered, "I love you," to her and she blew me a kiss. Her face screwed up and she cried out as she came. 

Pete spoke to me, "Can we swap? I'd like to cum in my wife's pussy." I nodded in agreement. 

We swapped partners. I kissed Angie deeply before Pete rolled her on her back and mounted her, thrusting away. Both of them were moaning and whispering words of endearment, as they clutched at each other. 

Simone crawled over to me and sat on my lap. I kissed her face covered in Angie's juice. She sighed in contentment as I caressed her back. She looked at me, "You're the best thing that's ever happened to me," she whispered. "I love you and all your friends make me feel so happy. Tomorrow I get to see the children and that's going to make it perfect." 

She turned round and got back on her hands and knees presenting me with her curvy, silky soft butt. She looked over her shoulder at me, "Now, please cum in my kitty." 

My ultra-ridged cock was deep inside her moments later. She cried out and her hands tightened on the sheet as I plumbed her depths. I reached round and grasped her breasts and used them to pull her back onto me on my thrusts. 

"Oh God, oh god, oh my god," I head her cry out as she came hard around my cock. 

Beside me I heard Pete and Angie crying out as they both came. I wasn't far away, I could feel my balls tightening. Simone was still cuming as I completed my final thrusts and ropes of my hot cum flooded her waiting vessel.




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"Oh fuuucckk," I cried out, and shuddered to a halt, leaning on her. She shifted under my weight and I rolled us onto our sides still staying connected. I could feel her velvety-soft vagina give the occasional twitch as the last of her orgasm faded away.  

The others curled up around and over us. For the next few minutes we gently caressed and kissed each other as we came down from our highs. We all drifted off into that blissful post coital state. 

Finally, I looked at the clock and shook the dozing Pete awake. "I'm sorry mate, but your car is going to be here in less than an hour."

"Shit," and he gathered Angie up and headed into the bathroom. Simone sat up and we heard the shower running. A few minute later they reappeared wrapped in towels and disappeared in the direction of their cabin. 

I sat up and said, "I need a shower, are you coming too?" 

"Race you," and she shot past me and was straight in the shower. You had to love her when she was in this mood. I followed at a pace more fitting for my age. Hell who am I trying to kid, I was in the shower a split second after her. We had a quick shower, we didn't want to miss their departure. But it didn't stop us having a kiss and a cuddle under the flowing water. 

We dressed and joined Angie and Pete. I helped him get their bags up from their cabin. We sat down on the sun deck waiting for the car to arrive. Angie and Simone were sitting on one of the sun loungers with their arms round each other. There were tears in their eyes and they spoke together in quiet voices. 

Pete and I shared a last beer. Pete said, "We'll see you in three weeks' time then. You will still come even if she pregnant?" 

"Of course we will, we still want to see you. You don't get my sperm without me checking up on you." I paused for a moment to take a sip of my beer. "And of course I've still got to decide on your punishment." 

He spluttered as his beer went down the wrong way. "Crap, I'd thought you'd forgotten about that." 

I just stood there and smiled at him. 

There was the sound of a car horn and it was time for them to go. Pete and I carried the bags and the girls followed holding hands. 

We stood there for a moment, I don't think anyone really knew what to say. Angie took a jewellery box from her bag and gave it to Simone.  

"It's for you, I didn't want to break up the pair." 

Inside was the larger of the two gold inlayed silver butt plugs. There was a space in the box for its companion, the one they had given to Simone earlier. 

There wasn't much we could say, other than thank you. We hugged and kissed and they got in the car. We waved goodbye as the car drove away, then we kissed and returned to Rosie. 



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Tales of Dirty Old Man Ch. 10



Tale of dirty old man Ch 10

After reading the previous chapters, my best friend Karen tells me, I've achieved my ultimate goal – I am a Dirty Old Man!

This is the tenth chapter in this series - I recommend you to read the previous chapters in order before this one.

I can't thank Romantic1 enough for the time he spent reviewing and editing this and the previous chapters.

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We stood there for a moment; I don't think anyone really knew what to say. Angie took a jewellery box from her bag and gave it to Simone. 

"It's for you, I didn't want to break up the pair." 

Inside was the larger of the two gold inlayed silver butt plugs. There was a space in the box for its companion, the one they had given to Simone earlier. 

There wasn't much we could say, other than thank you. We hugged and kissed and they got in the car. We waved goodbye as the car drove away, then we kissed and returned to Rosie. 

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Homes

We stood in the wheelhouse. Rosie was so quiet with just the two of us. I'd got used to the noise and bustle of guests. I wrapped my arm around Simone and she rested her head on my shoulder. 

"It's time for us to go home." I said. 

She looked a bit worried at my statement. "The chateau doesn't feel like its home anymore, it's where I grew up. Rosie and you are my home now!"

"OK then, let's go back to the chateau and see Sarah and Gaston." 

She looked a lot happier "Oh that's ok then." 

We busied ourselves disconnecting Rosie from the dock, leaving just one line in place. I turned the key, starting the engine, and then I used the bow and stern thrusters to hold us steady. When it was running smoothly, Simone let go of the line and hopped back on board. I manoeuvred us into mid-stream, and then spun Rosie on her axis. We headed upstream in the direction of the chateau. I reckoned that it would take us about four hours to get there. 

I was sitting on the captain's chair with a hand on the wheel. Simone was sat on my lap, resting her head on my shoulder.

She was gently caressing my arm and said, "This is nice, it's been a long time since we were alone." 

"I know what you mean. I loved seeing all of them but it will be so nice to have a little time to ourselves. Do you want to stay on board tonight or sleep at the chateau?"

"I'd like to stay on board, but I think we need to sort things out at the chateau. Papa, Rachael and the children should be on their way here. The children will be staying with her. He will go to the chateau and I want to talk to him tonight." 

I hugged her and said, "I understand." I pushed the throttle open a bit more and we picked up speed. Simone puttered around the boat while I steered. I could hear her rummaging around below decks and every 20 minutes or so she would appear with a fresh cup of coffee or a cold drink for me. 

She had changed into her crew uniform as she described it. A pair of shorts and basically that was it. She was topless, and the whole package was topped off with her crew cap. Each time she appeared I would get a little token of her affection, a kiss or a gentle caress. I would gently stroke the side of her breast or give a brief suck on one nipple. 

Finally she came and sat down on the built in bench at the back of the wheelhouse. She tucked herself in the corner. She opened my laptop and propped it on her legs and started to investigate the family page. 

I could hear her typing away and she saw me looking. 

She said, "I'm chatting with your daughter."

"Give her my love will you." 

"I will. She says we have nearly thirty people including their children coming to the wedding. I asked her to add Michael and Anna to the list. Are you okay with that?"

"Of course, there are definitely going to be other children their own age. So I know they will have a lot of fun." 

She fell silent as she continued to chat with Kirsten. There was only a little traffic on the river so I was able to spend time watching Simone. She was concentrating on the screen. The tip of her tongue was just poking out of the corner of her mouth. Every now and then she would smile at something Kirsten had written. 

Simone suddenly looked up at me with a shocked expression and a gasp. "She just called me mum!" 

"Then she must really like you," I said. 

Simone said, "I don't want to replace Ros in her mind. What do I do?"

"Talk to her about it, find out why she said it?" 

She bent her head back down over the laptop and a few minutes later I heard Kirsten's voice coming from the speakers. 

"That's better; I'm sorry Simone I didn't mean to upset you." 

"Oh you didn't, well not much. I just didn't want you to think I'm trying to replace your mother." 

"I know you're not, but with you marrying dad, it feels a bit odd calling him dad and you Simone. Ros will always be my mother, but I'd like to think of you as my other mum." 

There were tears in Simone's eyes as she replied, "I'd really like that." 

I called out, "By the way your dad likes the idea too." 

"Christ, hi Dad, I didn't realise you were there." 

I laughed, "And just where did you think I'd be?"

"No, it's just for some reason I'd pictured Simone lying on the bed while we were chatting. She'd already told me you were piloting Rosie, so I thought she was alone."

"I needed my crewman with me. 

Simone giggled, "Your half naked crewman you mean." 

There were two sets of giggles from the speaker.

"Hi Christina, how are you?" 

"Hi Uncle Andy, I'm doing fine." 

Kirsten asked, "What's this about half naked crewmen?" 

I winked at Simone and said, "Didn't you get the mail I sent you. All non-paying guests are expected to be crew and help out. The crew uniform as currently modelled by Simone is either shorts or a bikini bottom....." I paused, "Oh yes you also get to wear a cute crew hat." 

There was a long period of silence from their end.

"Err Dad, are you serious?"

This was just too much fun, "Simone, can you tell them what you are wearing?" 

"Oh I'm wearing the formal crew uniform of brief shorts, no panties and crew hat. And if you don't believe me I can switch the camera on!"

Christina said, "Ok I'll bite, what's the informal version?"

"Just the cap," came the swift reply. 

There was another pause, and then we could hear some whispering in the background. 

"Do we get hats with our names embroidered on them?"

That was enough to set Simone and I off, we burst out laughing. 

"Crap Dad, you can be an evil bastard when you try."

I said, "Hey, in my defence it's what Simone's wearing." 

I left Simone talking to the girls and I concentrated on not colliding with several vessels that we were approaching. To my relief it sounded like they were getting on fine. I sort of expect that Kirsten and Christina will be plotting their revenge on me and I wouldn't be surprised if Simone is offering to help them.  

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It was about two hours later that I saw the chateau on the hill and the landing stage at the river's edge. As I manoeuvred Rosie closer I noticed that there had been a couple of changes to the landing stage. Someone had repaired all the old wood, and strung new tyres along its length. There was a new sign attached to it. 





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"You are a fucking tease, please put it in me," she begged as she grasped my cock. She placed the head between her kitty lips and pushed down with her pelvis capturing the glans in the entrance of her cunt. 

"Mine now," she whispered. 

"All yours," I agreed, and pushed all the way in until I felt her cervix nestling against me.

"Ohhh yesssss," she moaned, and then cried out as I started thrusting. Her lips sought mine and we French kissed with all the passion we could deliver. Our flesh was slapping together as we both moved to maximise the penetration. I was alternating three or four fast strokes followed by a long slow one with a wiggle of my hips to flick the head across the top of her cunt. 

"Ohhh Christ," I heard her say repeatedly. Her hands grasped my ass cheeks and clenched tight, urging me on. She cried out and her cunt tightened on me as she came again.  

I was getting close but not that close that I couldn't take my time. Simone opened her eyes and looked at me with passion and love. I was still gently stroking in and out which kept her orgasm rolling on.

"Mother of god, what are you doing to me," she groaned.

"I'm loving you the way you deserve," I said as I continued moving. 

"Then fucking love me harder," she said as she used her legs to make me move faster. "I want to feel you cum inside of me."

I was thrusting away, our bodies slapping against each other's. I could feel the tightness building up in my balls. Simone was panting as her body kept firing off little orgasms. I felt a surge of pleasure launch itself from my balls and exit my cock as it nestled deep inside her.

We lay cuddling each other as we wound down from our highs, until the aroma of freshly brewing coffee roused us. A quick shower and bathroom break and we felt ready for anything the world could throw at us.

We joined Sarah and George for breakfast. George had some good news for Simone; he had enrolled the children in a local international private school about thirty kilometres away. They were going to board during the week, but come home on the weekends. 

He said, "It's got a very good reputation and they can carry on following the international baccalaureate program. We were lucky to get them in as the school is usually oversubscribed." 

"I feel there is a story behind that?" I said.

George laughed, "Yes and no, it turns out that I know the headmaster from my university days. He's a bit of a wine snob, so I offered to supply the wine for the parents open day."

Simone threw her arms round him and was crying on his shoulder. "Merci papa, je t'aime."

He stroked her hair and replied, "Simone mon amour, c'est le moins que je pouvais faire."

He looked at both of us and said, "La Petite Maison, I want to pay for all the renovations, it will be my wedding gift to you." Then he said to me, "Gaston is at your boat with the carpenters. I'd like to see what they are up to. Shall we go after breakfast?" 

"It would be my pleasure," I said.

After breakfast I watched as Simone and Sarah walked through the vineyards to the La Petite Maison. They were going to decide what needed doing. Dotted around the vineyards were the first of the grape pickers, selecting the first of the ripe grapes. 

George said, "In another week there will be dozens of pickers all over the vineyards." As he spoke we walked over to the closest grape vines. He cut a small bunch off with his pocket knife, and squeezed, smelt and tasted several grapes. "It's going to be a very good, possibly excellent vintage this year," He commented. 

We carried on walking through the vineyards, down towards the river. He would stop every minute to check on the grapes. It was very interesting as he was explaining what he was looking for in the grapes, and how the soil and the position of the vineyard would determine the quality of the wine.

He pointed out a small section of vines enclosed by a low dry stone wall. "Those are the vines we use for the family reserve. Some of those vines are a hundred years old." 

We arrived at Rosie, it was the first time George had seen her and he was surprised at her size. There was a buzz of noise around her, and we joined Gaston on the landing stage. He had an unlit pipe in his hand that he was using to point out things to the three carpenters. They had set up a temporary workshop under an awning on the bank, powered by a portable generator. 

They had already stripped out the old bed and storage cupboards from the cabin. They had drawn up a plan and showed it to us. I made a couple of minor suggestions and they happily altered the drawings. There was a discussion with George and Gaston.

George said, "They're a bit worried about how they are going to get some of the lengths of wood on to the boat?" 

I smiled, "Rosie has a party trick," I told them. I showed them how the wheelhouse collapsed. The windows and the top of the doors either folded down or were removed. Then the final magic, the roof split in half and folded back on hydraulic rams. 

"It's so I can get her under low bridges," I explained, "but it does make it easier to bring large objects on board." 

If you can leave it like that that would be great the carpenters told us. We will put it back up before we leave they promised. 

They told George that they thought they could finish the carpentry today, and would do the finishing touches tomorrow. I nipped down to my cabin and got some cash out of the safe. I put five hundred euros into each of three envelopes and gave them to Gaston for the carpenters. I also gave him another thousand to cover the cost of the wood and the other items I wanted them to fit. 

I showed George and Gaston round Rosie. George was looking at the photos of Ros and my children. There were several 'family' photos as well. 

George said, "I can see you had a very happy marriage and lots of good friends." 

"We did," I agreed. "There are only two women I've ever truly loved, Ros and your daughter." 

George told me, "I can see why my daughter loves you and this boat, and I'm happy for her. She needs love in her life."

George and I walked back to the chateau. As we did I asked him if he could arrange to have a couple of things built for me in the garden of the house. I wanted a proper wood fired grill and brick oven on the terrace. Also as an ultimate indulgence to myself, a decent sized fishpond and water feature. One of the few things I had really regretted leaving when I'd sold the house in England was my Koi carp pond and I wanted another one. He smiled and admitted that he also had a soft spot for Koi carp and it would be fun to get one built for me. 

We stopped by the house and I pointed out where I wanted the grill and oven. There was a bit of debate over the pond. I initially marked out a four by six metre area. George changed it into an 'L' shape, twice the size of my original idea. He thought the water feature should be in the space between the two legs of the L. If we built it up it could hide the pumps and filters and the water could flow into the pond. I bowed to his enthusiasm and we continued our walk back to the chateau. 

He asked me about Mike and Julia, Simone had told him of her plan to offer them the other holiday home as a home. For the rest of our walk I described my very long relationship with them. I didn't go into depth over the 'family' side of the relationship, I felt that was something I needed to discuss with Simone first. I explained that Mike was taking early retirement from his job as a hospital administrator and Julia was selling her pharmacy. 

He thought about that for a while, and then asked me if I thought Mike might be interested in taking a part time role at the winery. I said I'd ask him but thought he might, given his love of wine. 

By the time we got back to the chateau it was time for him to go to Rachael's. As he left I promised to get Simone there for one o'clock. 

For the next hour or so she was like a cat on a hot tin roof, constantly getting up and pacing around. She overheard me asking Sarah if I could borrow a car. 

She said, "You have a car, I gave it to you." I looked puzzled and then she said, "At least I thought I told you? The Bentley, I want you to have it. I won't drive it and I know you liked it." 

Liked it, was an understatement I told her, and kissed her. 

"Come on, let's get you over to Rachael's," I said. 

"A beautiful woman in a beautiful car, what more could I want," I said as I held the door open for her to get in. I settled in beside her on the white leather seat. 

Thank god it was an automatic I thought as I settled in behind the wheel. I turned the key and listened to the 6.2 litre engine fire up. 

"Do you want the top up or down?" I asked. 

"Down please, I love the feel of the wind on my face." 

It took me a moment to find the control then the top folded down, the burr walnut dash glowed in the sunlight. I slowly drove off down the drive getting used to the feel of the controls, it was the most amazing car I'd ever driven and it was mine! 

I looked at Simone; she had such a happy expression on her face that grew in intensity the closer to Rachael's and her children. She caught me looking and lent over and kissed my cheek. She took my hand and placed it on her thigh and covered it with hers. All too soon I pulled up outside of Rachael's house. 

I kissed her and told her I would be waiting at the cafe in town square. Rachael came to the front gate to escort her in. I explained where I would be, and that I had my phone if there was a problem. Rachael lent in and hugged me and said that it would be ok. They would call me later to let me know what was happening. 

I sat and watched them enter the house before I drove off. It was only a few hundred metres to the square. I felt like royalty when I pulled up in the square, the local gendarme removed a traffic cone so I could park. It turned out he knew the car, so I explained how come I was driving it. I love the French police; only in France would a policeman join me for a glass of wine as we discussed the merits of the Bentley. 

I was surprised to find out that he knew all about Simone's situation. He remembered her mother; he had just finished his national service when she'd died. The whole family was well liked, except for Bernard and it sounded like nobody was going to miss him. 

He finished his glass, thanked me and headed off on his rounds. A few minutes later a breathless Lisette appeared and plonked herself down beside me 

She gasped, "Clair called me so say you were here, and where is Simone?" 

"Get your breath back," I told her. "Simone's at her aunts, and talking to her children. They have a few issues they need to work out. It looks like Bernard has created so many problems. I thought it would be better if I wait here for her." 

"Ah, ok, this evening is my last shift here at the cafe, I'm free tomorrow," she said hopefully. 

"Don't worry we haven't forgotten our promise. I'm having a bit of work done to the boat and it should be finished tomorrow." 

She took my hand, "Thank you, I've missed being with both of you. I can't wait for my next lesson," and she blushed. 

"We missed you too." 

She sat back in her chair and I could see her relax. She was looking very pretty, her perky little breasts were pushing out the soft cotton of her top and the skirt barely covered the top of her thighs. 

She looked at her watch and sighed, "My shift starts in half an hour, I need to go and get ready. I was in the shower when Clair called. I just grabbed the first things I could find to wear." She looked at me and smiled, "I was in such a hurry I didn't put any underwear on." 

She inched the hem of the skirt up and I saw the shadow of her pussy appear.

"Thank you," I said, "You are making an old man very happy, and stiff."

She grinned at my discomfort and lent over and kissed me then ran off in the direction she'd come from. 

I composed myself and ordered a glass of wine and a salad from Clair. When she brought the wine she gave me a concerned look then said, "She really likes you and Simone, it's all she's been talking about." 

I said, "And we really like her, and in answer to your next question. No, we would never do anything that would hurt her." 

Clair looked a bit relived, "I didn't think you would hurt her, but she is the baby of her family, and we all look out for her. Her eldest sister is my best friend." 

"I promise you that we will look after her too. We have a lot of affection for Lisette." 

Clair bent down and looked deep into my eyes. I think she liked what she saw as kissed me and went back to work. 

I settled down with my wine and Clair brought my salad. I checked my watch and it was only two o'clock. I wondered how Simone was getting on. I suppose that no news is good news. I saw Lisette hurrying across the square in her work clothes, and she blew me a kiss as she went past and into the cafe. 

I got my new camera out of my bag and spent the next hour familiarising myself with its controls and functions. Lisette appeared at my side every now and then, making sure I was ok. She would stroke my arm as she passed me. 

The afternoon passed slowly. Lisette took her break and sat with me for fifteen minutes and I got a couple of nice head and shoulder shots of her. She told me she would be going back to university in a weeks' time. 

I couldn't remember if she'd told us what she was studying so I asked. 

"I'm studying the history of art at the Sorbonne. I want to be an art restorer." 

"So when are you going to Paris?" 

"My sister is driving me back next Friday."

I thought of all the hours she had been working and made a mental note to myself to see if the family could help with her student finances 

I heard the church bells chime five o'clock and I began to think I should call Rachael to see what was going on. Lisette could see that I was getting worried and came over. 

She said, "You need to relax, the longer they are, the more they are sorting out, it can only be good news." 

"There is a very wise head on those young shoulders," I told her and settled back down to wait. 

I ordered a coffee from Lisette and settled down with a book, 'The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo'. Kirsten had recommended it and sent me a copy for Father's Day. I sat sipping the coffee, turning the pages and getting more and more engrossed in the story. Lisette would come and refresh my cup, and stroke my head, before hurrying off to serve the other customers. 

I was beginning to feel hungry and was wondering if I should think about ordering a meal, but I decided to hold off for the moment. I was concentrating on the book when a pair of hands stroked my shoulders. 

"Hi Lisette, I'm ok at the moment," I said. 

"I'm glad to hear that," said Simone. 

I turned and she kissed me, and beside her stood her two children. 

She said, "Andrew, Michael and Anna wanted to meet you." 

"And I'm glad to meet both of you," I told them. 

Michael was a typical twelve year old boy; I could see bits of Simone and her farther in him. Anna on the other hand was a miniature Simone, down to the blue eyes and golden hair. 

I pulled up chairs for them and Simone and we settled around the table. 

Anna looked at me with her piercing blue eyes and asked, "Do you really live on a boat?" 

"I do," I said, "Do you want to see?" I asked, and pulled out my iPhone and found the photos of Rosie. 

Anna and her brother put their heads together and started scrolling through the photos I'd downloaded. 

Lisette appeared, and she and Simone hugged and kissed. She asked the children what they would like to drink and they ordered coke; Simone ordered a wine. 

Michael asked, "Who is this woman?" pointing at a photo of Ros. 

I took the phone from him and sat between them. 

"That was my wife Ros, she died four years ago. This one is my daughter Kirsten, and this is Chris my son." 

"How old are they?" Anna asked. 

"Kirsten is twenty-two, and Chris is twenty."

Anna said, "When you marry mummy, will that make them my brother and sister?" 

I looked at Simone for some guidance. 

Simone told them, "Step brother and sister. I think you are going to like them, I know I do." 

Michael was looking a bit anxious. I recalled that someone had said that he thought that we would not let him see his father. I moved to an empty table a few metres away and motioned for him to join me. 

"Us men need to have a talk," I said to him as he sat down beside me. 

"Michael as the man in your family, I would like to ask your permission to marry your mother. You need to understand that I'm not looking to try and replace your father. You will always be able to see or talk to him when you want. But I love your mother, and she loves me and we want to live together with you and your sister." 

"I can talk to daddy whenever I want?" he asked.

I handed him my phone, "Here, you can call him now if you want." 

He turned the phone over and over in his hands, and then passed it back to me. "That's ok, I don't need to talk to him at the moment, but thank you." 

He got up and whispered in his sister's ear, she smiled and nodded. He went to Simone and said, "Mummy, we have agreed that you can marry Andrew." 

She hugged him and Anna, "Thank you both, that's very kind of you." 

I asked, "Are you hungry because know I am." They both nodded. 

Lisette appeared like magic with the menus and handed each of them one with a flourish. Simone made a call and a few moments later I saw Rachael and George walking across the square in our direction. I'm fairly sure they were waiting on the other side of the square in case of any issues.

We pulled two tables together and we all got comfortable around them. The children ordered pizza and the rest of us ordered steak. I sat back and watched all of them. Anna came and stood beside me, watching me carefully. After a few moments she climbed up on to my lap and made herself comfortable. I had the impression that for the past eighteen months she hadn't been shown a lot of love by her father. Simone was sitting beside me and she was stroking Anna's hair. I looked at her and I could see tears running down her cheeks. 

There were a lot of animated conversations going on, mostly in French, but that didn't worry me. It looked like Simone had got her children back, and I couldn't be any happier. In a pause in the conversation I asked Rachael what was happening with the children. 

"They start at their new school on Monday." I had to check the date on my phone to realise that today was Saturday. 

Rachael continued, "The agreement with Bernard is that they will stay with me until the divorce is finalised. But Simone can see them whenever she wants, and they will move in with you two after it's signed." 

I replied, "That works; we will have the boat and the new house ready for them by then."

The food arrived and the table fell silent for a moment as we started eating. I asked George how it had gone with Simone and the children. 

He told me, "Rachael and I have spent a lot of time with them, and I think it opened their eyes to what has been going on. They were very quiet with her to start with. She was very open with them over her relationship with their father, and why she hadn't been there for them the past eighteen months. She'd told them about meeting you and how she had fallen in love. 

He smiled and said, "I think they could sense how important you were to her, and that's why they wanted to meet you. Their decision surprised all of us." 

"They are nice kids, I like them." 

"I think that was a great idea to ask their permission to marry their mother." 

I said, "It just seemed the right thing to do!"

We finished the meal and the children ordered ice cream. I was surprised to see that it was already after eight o'clock. Lisette brought the ice creams, and sat for a moment next to Simone, their heads close together as they talked. 




Tales of Dirty Old Man Ch. 10



By the time the children had finished their dessert, it was obvious that they were tired as they tried to hide their yawns. Rachael started to round them up saying it was time for their beds. I could see that Simone wanted to go with them and see them back to Rachael's, so I told her to go. 

She whispered to me, "I'll be back after I tuck them in. We need to wait for Lisette to finish. She's going to come back with us." 

Anna came and gave me a kiss before letting Simone pick her up. I said goodnight to all of them and they headed off across the square in the direction of Rachael's house. 

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Lisette

I was almost the last customer left, so I sat back and ordered a last espresso and the bill. Lisette brought the coffee and the bill, and sat on my lap. 

She said, "I'll be finished in ten minutes, then I just need to get my bags, they are already packed." 

I pointed out the car and said, "I'll wait here for you and Simone, just put your bags by the car and I will pack them away." I paid the bill and she went off. 

I sat sipping the espresso and enjoyed the last of the evening. I watched the candle flame flickering behind the glass of holder on the table. In the trees the cicadas were chirping. A few minutes later I saw Lisette hurry across the square to her sister's flat. 

She reappeared a few minutes later, having changed back into her tee shirt and short skirt. She had a backpack slung over shoulder and was dragging a large suitcase behind her. I had to smile, what's with women and their concept of traveling light. I met her at the car and placed the bags in the boot. We lent against the car with my arm around her and her head tucked on my shoulder as we waited for Simone. 

She asked, "Are we going back to the boat?" 

"I don't think so. I'm having a bit of work done on her, and they won't be finished until tomorrow. I guess we are going back to the chateau." 

She looked a bit nervous, "A chateau?" 

"Yep, the Chateau de Grasse." 

She looked up at me in surprise, "Shit, she's that Simone, Simone Laurent-Duval?" I nodded. She said, "I should have guessed earlier, I thought I knew her from somewhere last time. I recognised her aunt this evening, but I didn't put two and two together." 

Then she said with concern in her voice, "But she's married and her husband's a nasty piece of work, how can you be getting married?" 

"I know, unfortunately I've met him. But she's getting a divorce and we are getting married at the end of the year after she's single again." She settled back in my arms and we waited for Simone. 

It wasn't long before we heard the click of her sandals on the cobbles as she walked across the square towards us. 

She put her arms round both of us and kissed me then Lisette. She said, "They must have been so tired, they were asleep almost as soon as I tucked them in."

"Where are we going?" I asked.

"Hmmm, good question. The chateau I suppose....no let's go back to Rosie that will be easier than trying to explain Lisette to Sarah."

"The carpenters will be there in the morning," I reminded her. 

"Then they might get lucky and get a surprise," and they both giggled. 

I laughed and the girls got into the back of the car. They curled up together as I drove us back to the chateau's driveway. As I drove I heard Simone call Sarah and tell her all about the day with the children and as it was late we would be staying at the boat.

I drove through the pillars at the bottom of the drive and carefully drove down the dirt road between the vineyards to the river. Rosie looked pretty bathed in the moonlight as we pulled up. I carried Lisette's bags on board and put them in the guest cabin. 

She looked at us and asked, "Am I not sleeping with you?" 

Simone stroked her arm and said, "Where you want to sleep is your choice and we'd love to have you in our bed. But there's not much storage room left in our cabin so this is your space for the trip." Lisette looked relieved and grinned in anticipation.

I had a quick look at the work that had been done in what was now the children's cabin. The carpenters had done a great job. All that was left to do was to wire up the lights and the entertainment systems. They had even found the time to install mattresses and privacy curtains. 

I picked up the bottle of Grand Marnier and three glasses from the kitchen countertop. I called to the girls and invited them to join me for a nightcap on deck. I sat down on one of the sun loungers and the girls came and joined me. It was one of those wonderful warm summer evenings. There was a full moon reflecting off the surface of the river. 

I poured us each a glass, Simone curled up beside me and Lisette sat down resting her back against me.

I said to Simone, "I really like your children." 

"Anna's definitely taken a shine to you," she said. "And she's intrigued by the thought of having an older sister."

I sipped at my drink and enjoyed the sensation of Simone's finger as it traced its way down my chest. Lisette curled up on my other side with her head on my shoulder. She sighed contentedly and I kissed the top of her head. 

I asked, "Are we seeing them tomorrow?" 

"Daddy and Rachael are bringing them over for lunch. Sarah's promised to cook them all their favourites." 

"Are we all invited?" 

"Oh yes, all the ship's crew are invited." She tapped me, herself then Lisette's chest. "Captain hunk, crewman Kitty and ship's Cutie," and giggled. 

I felt the flow of physical and emotional warmth coming from both of them. "Simone, I love you more than I ever thought was possible." I turned to Lisette and stroked her hair, "and you, thank you for wanting to be with us. You inspire people to love you too."

Lisette looked at us and said hopefully, "I can stay as long as I like?"

Simone said, "You need to finish your education first, but during your holidays you can always stay with us." She reached across me and kissed her on the lips, "You are a beautiful woman, and I know that you are going to find your own Andy. When you do, know that we will always love you."

I looked at Simone and mouthed 'Christmas' at her and she nodded. 

I kissed Lisette and said, "You know that we are getting married at the end of the year." She nodded. "Well, we would like you to be there with us, it's going to be on New Year's Eve on an island in the Maldives." 

Simone added, "We are flying out on the twenty-third so we can spend Christmas there too. It will be our Christmas present to you. We can discuss the details later." 

Lisette said, "I'd love that," and she settled down in my arms. 

The night had lost its warmth, and I could feel the dew beginning to form. They were both starting to shiver so I pointed them in the direction of our cabin. I quickly picked up the mess and followed them down. 

Lisette was waiting for me by the galley, and she handed me an envelope. 

She said, "Julia told me to give this to you on my next visit." Then she smiled at me, "And I'm back on the pill so no nasty condoms anymore." 

I looked at the envelope and she said, "It's my clean bill of health. My sister really told me off for not doing it earlier after we found out that my ex-boyfriend was sleeping around."

I gave her a kiss and she put her arms round me. 

We heard Simone call, "Are you and Lise coming to bed?" 

I needed to pee so I pointed Lisette in her direction, "Tell her I'll be there in a moment." I said. 

I peed and washed up, and undressed in the bathroom before heading into the cabin wearing nothing. 

They were both tucked up in the bed, with the cover pulled up so all I could see were their heads on the pillows. Two pairs of eyes followed me as I moved to the bottom of the bed. They squealed when I pulled the cover off them exposing two naked beauties. Simone patted the space between them and I joined them on the bed.

I settled down in-between them on my back, and Simone gently ran her fingers down my chest. She looked deeply into my eyes and said, "Hey you, it's been such a great day. I have my children back, Lise is with us and most importantly I have you."

And Lisette added, "And I have my two lovers." 

This was one of those times when I was surrounded by a plethora of riches and for a moment I didn't know where to start. Fortunately Simone and Lisette took the decision out of my hands. 

They began to stroke and kiss every available inch of my body they could reach and my body wasn't slow to show them how much it appreciated their attention. They started at opposite ends, Simone on my face and neck and Lise at my legs. In moments they had met at my groin. Lise was sucking my balls as Simone swallowed as much of my steel hard cock as she could, and then they switched back and forth. My hands weren't still either; my fingers were roaming over the soft skin of their bodies. One hand was teasing Lisette's pert breasts, the other gently running over Simone's ass cheeks. 

I ran my hand up Lisette's thigh, sliding between her legs. She whimpered as my fingers stroked her moist pussy lips. She pushed back against my hand and grunted in satisfaction as my fingers slid inside. I curled my two fingers and found that magical spot, her sensory centre. As I applied the right pressure, her mouth opened in a long low growl. I kept caressing her G Spot and I was quickly rewarded as Lisette shuddered as her first orgasm hit her. 

She cried out, "Ohh fuuucckk," And her thighs clamped closed on my hand. 

"Christ that felt gooood," and she looked hungrily at my turgid cock, as the head disappeared into Simone's mouth. I pulled Simone up, savouring the taste of my pre cum as I kissed her. I whispered in her ear and she smiled at my request. 

She helped Lisette settle above me, then guided my cock into her and supported her as Lise sank down fully sheathing my member in her tight cunt. Lisette began to rock and I met her moves with my own. I could hear her moaning as my pubis worked against her engorged clit. 

Simone and I kissed passionately, and then she moved up and positioned her kitty above my waiting tongue. My fingers, lips and tongue assaulted the woman of my dreams and the heavenly aroma of a woman in heat overwhelmed my senses.

I could hear and feel the urgency of Lisette's movements increase, as first one orgasm, closely followed by a second struck her. Her cries of passion were almost plaintive, causing Simone to lean forward and kiss her with a sapphic pleasure I found intoxicating. Lisette hungrily kissed her back, their lips seemingly fused together. 

Simone was shuddering as my fingers moved in that come hither motion that maximised the sensations from her G spot. My tongue was lapping at the juices trickling from her kitty. The rose bud of her anus quivering as she groaned as her fist orgasm rolled over her. Her cunt tightened down securing my fingers in place and she cried out my name.

Simone claimed my cock back from Lisette, sliding down my shaft until I completely filled her. Lisette took her place poised above my face, sinking down so I could suck her clit. Simone was rocking and riding me. I was pushing up to join her. Her cunt was fluttering as she experienced a rolling orgasm. They were both groaning as they held each other in support. 

My fingers found Lisette's G spot and moments later her groans morphed into screams. She shuddered as she came, her juices trickling down my face. She rolled off to the side, and I flipped Simone onto her back. 

I needed fulfilment and I could feel the pressure building up in my balls. Simone wrapped her legs round me and I was thrusting hard and fast into her. Lise was watching us with awe in the eyes and she reached out to caress Simone's nipples. I was grunting with the effort of not cuming until she did. I didn't have long to wait, Simone screamed as her orgasm exploded inside her. A couple of thrusts later I joined her, ropes of hot cum flooding out to fill her cunt to overflowing. 

I collapsed on top of her, trapping Lisette's hand between us. We carefully rolled onto our sides, Simone clutching tight with her muscles so I didn't slide out. Lise spooned up behind Simone, never letting go of her breasts. 

As I got my breath back I leaned forward and kissed Simone, then Lisette as she propped herself up to peer at me over Simone. 

I looked at their two sweaty happy faces and said, "Thank you that is an experience I will take to my grave." 

Lisette took her hand off Simone's breast and put it round us. "I should thank you for letting me share your love. I've never felt like this before." 

Simone squeezed my cock with her muscles and smiled at me, whispering, "I love you," to me. I kissed the tip of her cute nose, and she giggled, and then yawned. 

She said, "I'm sorry, it's been a long, long day, and I need to sleep, hold me tight please."

I eased out of her and Lisette went and got some towels so we could clean up. I settled in the middle and they curled up one on either side of me. They each had a leg draped over one of mine and they were holding hands. I felt Simone's breathing slow down and she was soon fast asleep. There was a gentle almost inaudible sigh each time she breathed out, that struck deep into my psyche. 

Lisette took longer to settle down, she kept looking at us with her blue eyes, as though she needed a constant reminder that she was really there. I gently caressed her back, kissed her several times, and she sighed contentedly and relaxed. Soon she joined Simone in the arms of Morpheus. I lay there for a short while listening to the sounds of the river through the open sky light and the rustle of the wind stirring the reeds, before my eyes closed and joining them.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Morning light

I woke sandwiched between my fiancé and our girlfriend. It was early and I could hear the river coming to life. The early morning sun reflecting off the rivers surface as scattered diamonds that danced across the walls of the cabin. Pressure in my bladder forced me to leave the girls and head for the loo. They must have been so tired that neither of them stirred as I moved. After making myself feel more comfortable, I showered and slipped a robe on. I cleaned my teeth and tidied up my beard as it was getting a bit shaggy. 

I put the coffee on to brew, and when it was ready poured a mug and sat on the deck sipping the life giving elixir. There was a splash and I saw a fisherman on the other bank about fifty metres away landing a nice sized carp. He saw me watching and raised a hand in greeting, I raise mine in acknowledgment. From the look of his tent and the gear scattered around I guessed that he'd been there all night. I wonder if he'd heard us and grinned at the thought. Watching him reminded me I needed to check on my own fishing gear in the lockers on the stern.

I left him to his solitary passion and went to see if there were any signs of life from the girls. They were still asleep but had rolled into each other's arms. I curled up behind Lisette and enjoyed the aroma of well fucked women that came from them both. 

I must have dosed off for a while as I was woken by the sound of a vehicle pulling up on the bank. As I moved Simone opened her eyes and smiled at me. 

"We have visitors," I told her. She sat up and woke Lisette up. They disappeared into the bathroom and I heard the shower running. I quickly dressed in shorts and a polo shirt. 

Gaston stood on the bank, with a second man. I joined them, and Gaston introduced him to me as Philippe the electrician. I described what I wanted electrically to make the children's cabin special. He smiled at my ideas and confirmed that he had everything we needed and was ready to start. 

Simone and Lisette were making breakfast as I showed Philippe the cabin and he started working. Gaston joined us on deck for a coffee. Both of the girls had dressed in shorts and tee shirts.    

I asked, "What time are the children coming over today?" 

Simone said, "At midday. We can take the car back up to the chateau at the same time. Gaston would be upset if it wasn't in the garage." 

We spent the rest of the morning lazing around on the boat catching up on the house, err boat work until it was time for lunch. Philippe was happy to lock up, and drop the key off with Gaston when he was finished. As we drove up to the chateau, we could see that in some of the distant fields the grape pickers were already hard at work.

We arrived with time in hand before the children arrived. We were eating on the terrace so I settled down with a book and a glass of wine. Simone showed Lisette around the château, and I must have fallen asleep in the sun. I was woken by Anna tickling my ear. 

"Mummy says you must come in, she wants you to setup the laptop so we can talk to my new sister." 

"I'm coming, her name is Kirsten and you will also have a new brother, Christopher although everyone calls him Chris." 

Anna grabbed hold of my hand and dragged me in-doors. The laptop was set up on the kitchen table I quickly made the connection and opened up a chat window with Kirsten. As I did so Simone whispered in my ear that it was Anna who had insisted she wanted to talk to her new sister. 

When I saw Kirsten on the screen I said, "Hi gorgeous, I've got somebody with me who wants to meet her new sister." 

Anna was jumping from foot to foot as she waited for me to finish talking. As soon as I was finished she was pushing me out of the way.

"Hi I'm Anna, and I'm your sister; oh you are beautiful," she said.

Kirsten replied, "Thank you Anna, and you are pretty too. Tell me all about yourself?"

I stepped back and let them carry on talking. Simone sat down beside Anna so she could help if Anna needed any help understanding the English. I saw Michael standing with his grandfather and Rachael and went over to talk to them.

George said, "I was telling Michael about their cabin on the boat."

"Yes, it should all be finished today, which means next weekend we can all stay on Rosie. And you will be able to meet my daughter as she and her girlfriend will be staying as well."

Michael asked, "Will Chris be there?" 

"No, he's somewhere in Romania with his latest girlfriend on a field trip; he's an archaeology student." 

He looked intrigued, "Does he rob tombs like Indiana Jones?"

I laughed, "I don't think so. He's usually on his hands and knees scratching in the dirt for broken pottery." 

"Can we see the boat after lunch? I want to see our cabin." 

"Of course we can, we can even take a short trip if you want." 

He ran over to his mother and Anna, "Andy says we can go on a trip on the boat this afternoon, can we please?" 

Simone smiled and looked at me for confirmation. I nodded so she said yes. 

"Hey Dad," came Kristen's voice from the laptop. 

"Hi gorgeous, what do you need?" 

"It's just that we need to confirm where we are meeting up next Saturday? We've decided to drive over on Friday." 

"Right ok, you are heading for the town of La Rochelle, and then you take the N697 east for about thirty kilometres until you see the entrance of the Chateau de Grasse."

"One second, how do you spell that?" 

"G..R..A..S..S..E," I spelt out. 

"Got it, we should get there mid-morning."

"That's great I'm looking forward to see you. Look I'm going to have to go, lunch is ready." 

We said goodbye and I switched the laptop off. Lunch was very pleasant. Sarah had outdone herself again. We settled down around the table on the terrace, the five adults and two children enjoying Sarah's food. But it was obvious that the children were anxious for it to finish so they could get on the boat. Finally we gave up, George and Rachael decided to wait for us at the chateau. So the rest of us headed down to the river. 

When we got to Rosie the children ran ahead and were standing on the deck waiting for me to unlock the door. It looked like all the work had been finish as there was no sign of the electrician.




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"Can they swim?" I asked Simone. 

"They can, but I'm not sure how strong they are." 

"Ok, let's keep an eye on them while they are on deck. I will pick up a couple of life jackets for them next week." 

The children spent the next fifteen minutes exploring Rosie. Simone and Lisette showed them their cabin, while I prepared Rosie for departure. I had the engine running and the lines disconnected by the time they all reappeared in the wheelhouse. 

I said, "I've had a thought, we can take the children back up to La Rochelle, and your father and Rachael can meet us there. What do you think?" 

"I think they would love it." 

And she was right; we had a great time, finally reaching La Rochelle late in the afternoon. George and Rachael met us at the dock and we took two very tired children back to Rachael's house. 

We had a light supper and afterwards Simone and Rachael helped the children pack their trunks for school in the morning. They were going to board at the school during the week and come home at the weekend. We had already agreed that they would spend the next weekend with us on Rosie. We would pick them up from Rachael's on Friday evening. Simone was able to tuck her children into bed before we all gathered in Rachael's kitchen for a drink. 

The evening was drawing in as Simone, Lisette and I took our leave of Rachael and we strolled back to Rosie. 

I said to Simone, "I'd forgotten how much fun young children can be, and how tiring they could be." 

She laughed at me then asked, "What's the plan for the rest of the week?" 

"I was thinking we head downstream for a couple of days. Then have a lazy Wednesday, before returning in time for Lisette to catch her lift to Paris on Friday. Then we can pick up the children in the evening, and head up to the chateau to meet Kirsten on Saturday." 

Then I smiled, "But first we pick up where we left off last night with Lise." 

Lise grinned, "Oh yes, it's my turn to get fucked until I'm a quivering jelly." And she looked at us with desire and lust in her eyes. 

Simone said, "What have you done to this poor girl? She was such a nice innocent little thing last week." 

"Me ..." I spluttered. "I think you are just as much to blame as I am." 

Lisette said, "I don't care who's to blame, I just know that I love both of you and I want to make love to you, and I mean the deep kind of physical love where I get to keep some of Andy's cum." 

We arrived at Rosie and after we boarded and I locked up, I followed the trail of discarded clothing all the way to the cabin. I could hear the shower running and found the pair of them waiting for me under the water. I shed my clothes in double quick time and was enjoying the hot water and even hotter women moments later.

I was beginning to realise that having two women I loved in the shower with me was the closest I was ever going to get to heaven whilst I was still alive. They pampered me until I was as hard as steel, then Simone led me by my cock to the bed.

"I know a young lady that would really like to play with this," she said as she knelt and gave the purple mushroom head a kiss. 

I heard Lise giggling on the bed and we joined her. Simone and I double teamed the poor girl. Kissing, licking and sucking every inch of her body, until she was crying out. She screamed out desperate to be penetrated by anything, a finger, a tongue, my cock. I took pity on her and pulled her up onto her hands and knees. Simone lay down in front of her and Lise's lips latched on to her clit with eager determination. I thrust hard into Lisette's waiting cunt, her juices glistening as they dripped down her thighs. She was so wet I slid in to her tight cunt with no resistance. My God, what a wonderful feeling. She was desperately pushing back against my thrusts to force me in deeper. Simone was whimpering and Lise cries were muffled by Simone's kitty. 

Lisette was so worked up it only took a few thrusts to trigger her first virginal orgasm of the evening. I kept thrusting away and her second orgasm quickly followed. The girl was frantic; soon she had completely abandoned any thoughts of Simone. All her attention was on my pulsating cock as it moved in and out of her dripping cunt, our bodies slapping together.

Simone smiled and blew me kiss as she propped herself up at the top of the bed and looked exceptionally sexy and erotic. Her fingers were sliding in and out her cunt as she watched us move in unison. Watching Simone masturbate made me that much harder and more ready for release into Lisette.

Lisette's cries had become indistinct moans as her third and fourth orgasms washed over her. Her head was nestled between her forearms and her hands were tightly clutching at the bed linen. Her legs were shaking as I kept her last orgasm going as I felt mine growing in my balls. They felt heavy and tight, and then my hot jism surged through my cock and coated the inside of her cunt as I made my last urgent thrusts into her lithe body. There was so much that as I kept slowly thrusting, cum was pushed out and ran down her legs mingling with her juices.

Lisette's last intense orgasm hit her. She collapsed forward into Simone's lap dragging me down with her as her cunt held on to me. She lay under me gently shaking and quivering. I rolled slightly to the side so my weight wasn't fully on her. My still hard cock kept twitching and each time it moved Lisette cried out in pleasure. Next to me I heard Simone cum as she brought herself to an orgasm. 

Simone moved down beside me and whispered, "I think you just fulfilled her wildest fantasy." 

"Every time I move she seems to cum again."

"I can see. I don't think she's even conscious. You gave her too much pleasure all at once." 

Finally Lisette's muscles relaxed and my cock softened enough for me ease out of her, and she whimpered as her cunt lost its lover. She curled up on her side and I took her in my arms as she slowly recovered. Her eyes slowly gained their focus and she looked deeply into my eyes. 

"Holy fuck, I know I asked you to fuck me until I'm a quivering jelly but shit I didn't think you would do it." She looked as Simone and asked, "Does he do that to you?" 

"Every time," she replied, then said, "You made him all messy so you need to help me clean him up." 

Simone bent down and started licking and sucking my cock clean. Lisette wriggled out of my arms and bent down to help her. Their mouths felt amazing and as I groaned, my cock responded in the only way it knew, growing and firming in their mouths. 

"My turn I think," said Simone, and she swung her leg over me. She rubbed my cock along her wet kitty lips. Then sank all the way down, crying out as I bottomed out, pressing against her cervix.

"Oh fuck yessss," she called out. Then she began rocking and rotating, crying out every time I rubbed across her A spot. I was pushing up to help her maximise her pleasure.

Lise curled up with her head on my shoulder. I ran my hand down her back and into the cleft between her buttocks. My fingers slid of their own violation into her cunt and my thumb was pushing against the rosy bud of her ass. She pushed back against my fingers, her breath again coming in short gasps.

Simone was grunting with the effort of our fuck, her cunt tightening round me as she came once, then a few moments later she had a full blown ultra-intense A spot orgasm. She shuddered to a halt letting the sensations wash over her. She bent forward as though in prayer, and sought my lip in an urgent kiss. Then Lisette was desperately seeking Simone's lips as my fingers and thumb brought her to yet another orgasm.

I started thrusting up into Simone, as my needs began to surface. She sensed my need and met my thrusts with her own. 

"Christ I'm cuming," I cried out as I felt the familiar tightening in my balls. 

"Cum in me, I'm so close," she called out. 

The burning sensation ran up the length of my cock and hot jets of cum splattered hard against her cervix, and her orgasm joined mine in a mutual explosion. We all collapsed back on the bed and I had my arms around both of them. We dragged the bed cover over us, and the three of us gently caressed each other until sleep claimed us. 

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Tales of Dirty Old Man Ch. 11



I believe I've achieved my ultimate goal – I am a Dirty Old Man!

This is the eleventh chapter in this series - I strongly recommend you to read the previous chapters in order before this one, it's not going to make a lot of sense otherwise.

I can't thank Romantic1 enough for the time he spent reviewing and editing this and the previous chapters.

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"Christ I'm cuming," I cried out as I felt the familiar tightening in my balls. 

"Cum in me, I'm so close," she called out. 

The burning sensation ran up the length of my cock, hot jets of cum hit her cervix, and her orgasm joined mine in a mutual explosion. We all collapsed back on the bed and I had my arms around both of them. We dragged the bed cover over us, and the three of us gently caressed each other until sleep claimed us. 

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The river trip.

The events of the past few days must have caught up with us all, for the first time in a long while I overslept. I was woken by a knocking on the hull. I quickly slipped pair of shorts and tee shirt on and went to see who it was. As I moved Simone stirred and I warned her that we may have visitors. 

George and Rachael were standing at the foot of the gangplank and behind them stood the children. I could hear Simone moving around in the galley, so I invited them on board. 

Rachael said, "I hope you don't mind but they didn't want to go to the school until they said goodbye to their mother." 

"Of course not," then I turned to the children and said, "Your mummy's in the kitchen." 

Michael looked at me seriously and told me, "It's called a galley on a boat." 

I smiled, "I know I'm sorry," and watched as they both disappeared below deck. 

Simone called up, "Come on down, the coffee is almost ready." 

She had a towelling robe on and she'd found the time to wash her face and brush her hair. The children were sitting on the stools at the breakfast bar chattering away in French to their mother. Anna held her arms out to me and I picked her up and gave her a cuddle. 

She whispered in my ear, "Thank you Andy, I haven't seen mummy so happy for a long time." Then she rubbed my beard and said, "This is scratchy."

I laughed and put her down on the stool. Simone had already poured George and Rachael a cup of coffee, and she handed me my customary mug. I could hear the shower running and Lisette singing in the background. 

Simone said, "I told her to use our shower, it's nicer that the one in her cabin." I guess she was trying to explain why Lisette was in our end of the boat to her father. 



George said to Michael and Anna, "You need to say your goodbyes, we need to get going soon." 

They went and hugged their mother, then came and hugged me. 

Simone said, "Be good, I love you and we will see you on Friday. She walked to the car with them and gave them a last kiss before they drove off. 

As she walked back to me I saw a tear rolling down her cheek. I held my arms out to her and she slid between them and allowed me to hug her. 

She saw my concerned expression and smiled at me, "Don't worry, I'm just happy that they love us both, and that we will be seeing them in a few days. A few weeks ago I would never have thought that this could be possible. The 'family' is right, you are a miracle worker." 

I kissed her and told her I love her, she smiled and went off to get a shower and get dressed. I went and sat in the captain's chair and watched the morning traffic on the river moving past. 

Lisette appeared wrapped in a towel on her way to her cabin. She plonked herself down on my lap and raised her lips to mine demanding her good morning kiss. 

She said, "Ugh, you have morning breath, in fact you smell ... of ... sex." 

I laughed and said, "Some of this is your fault. I didn't get a chance to shower because of our early morning guests, I will as soon as Simone is done." I suddenly wondered if George or Rachel had picked up my delicious smell but been too polite to mention it.

"Hey I'm not complaining, in fact I love the way you smell, it makes me go all quivery and wet." She jumped down and said, "I'm going to get dressed, any preferences?"

"Nope, you look beautiful whatever you wear." 

She curtsied and blew me a kiss before disappearing down to her cabin. She was unwrapping her towel as she went allowing me to glimpse her pert ass. I sniffed at myself and recoiled, a night of hot sex had indeed left me somewhat odorous. I'm surprised the children hadn't complained. 

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I went down to the bathroom and found Simone drying her hair. I kissed the back of her neck and stripped off and dived into the shower. The water beat down on my head and I started to feel a new man. I washed myself down until I felt that squeaky clean feeling. 

I entered the cabin towelling myself dry, to be met by the beautiful sight of Simone sitting cross-legged on the bed brushing her hair naked. My body responded in the only way it could. My cock rose to full firmness. She laughed when she saw my predicament and moved to the edge of the bed and let her legs fall apart. As I moved between her thighs, she grasped the shaft of my cock and then sucked the head into her mouth. 

I groaned and my cock quivered with the sensation of her lips and tongue rolling over my sensitive glans. I muttered, "Oh god that feels fucking amazing." 

Her hand stroked the shaft as she sucked the head with increased vigour, making my toes curl. 

I groaned, "If you keep this up I'm not going to be able to control myself!" 

She looked up at me with a wicked grin, while still stroking the shaft of my cock. "Good, I want to taste my lovers cum," then she bent her head down and swallowed the head of my cock again. 

The sensations were sucking at the core of my being. I could feel the tightness growing in my balls, then washed out and into her mouth. Cum filled her mouth, and she had to swallow to make room for the last trickles. I groaned and my knees went weak and I had to fight to stay standing. She looked up at me and smiled showing me my cum in her mouth, a little trickle running down her chin. I dropped to my knees and we kissed and shared my life juice between us. 

I said, "Simi, I love you." And I meant it with all my being. 

She looked thoughtfully at me, "Hmm,'Simi'....yes, I like that." She tried out the words to herself, "Andy and Simi, Simi and Andy," and smiled. 

Her kitty lips looked so inviting beaded with her juice, her sweet sensual aroma tickling my nose. My tongue ran up from the puckered rose of her ass to the hard nub of her clit, savouring her taste. She gasped and lay back propping her head up on a pillow so she could see me. Her hands went round the back of my head so she could control my movements. She'd just given me the most amazing oral sex, it was my turn to give her as much pleasure as I could. 

I buried my face between her thighs, my tongue working its way into the opening of her cunt. My thumb was circling the opening of her ass. I felt it pulsate and moisten as her juices trickled down. My thumb slick with her juices slide in and I rotated it. She moaned and her hands pulled my face closer. While my tongue darted in and out of her cunt, the fingers of my other hand were caressing the nub of her clitoris as it rose from the clitoral hood. 

She was moaning constantly. Her head was shaking from side to side, and she was rocking her pelvis against my face. She raised her legs and placed them on my shoulders. I pulled my head back just enough to be able to slide three fingers inside her. They knew the way to her G spot and I was stroking it in that come here motion that immediately sent her into ecstasy. 

Simone was moaning, "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck," over and over and her legs were shaking. I was moving my fingers against her G spot, and my thumb in her ass. I sucked on her clit and that was enough to trigger a mind blowing orgasm. The muscles in her cunt clamped down and her thighs slammed tight round my head. 

"Holy fuuucckk," she cried out, then she relaxed and I could move. 

I heard a whimpering from behind me. Turning I saw Lise sat on the floor in the doorway. She'd pulled her skirt up. Her legs had flopped open and her thong was down by one ankle. Her pussy was exposed to my gaze. Her hand was moving rapidly, her fingers dipping in and out of her cunt, and her thumb frantically rubbing her clit. The whimpering grew louder and her unfocused eyes stared blankly at me. I'd sat down on the floor leaning against the bed, and I watched as her orgasm hit. Her mouth open in a soundless cry. Her legs slamming shut trapping her fingers. 

Simone had seen the last few moments of Lise's orgasm. She'd turned round on the bed and was lying on her stomach, her head resting beside mine.

"My god she's hot, when she cums," she whispered to me. I nodded in agreement. 

Lise came down from her high and opened her eyes. She saw us watching her and she blushed in embarrassment, and to our surprise started sobbing. I held out my arms to her and she crawled the short distance between us. She collapsed in my arms sobbing. 

She whispered, her voice quivering as she tried to suppress her sobs. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry I didn't mean to watch you, but it was so beautiful. It turned me on so much I had to touch myself." 

Simone lent forward and kissed the top of her head, "Why are you sorry, we both thought it was beautiful to watch you abandoning yourself to your pleasure." 

I said, "We don't mind you watching, I wish you'd felt comfortable enough to join in." 

My back was getting sore sitting on the floor, so I moved the pair of us onto the bed beside Simone. We placed the young woman between us and put our arms round her, comforting her, she was still shaking as she sobbed. 

She kept saying, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, you must hate me."

I kissed her and said, "Lise darling, we don't hate you, we love you. You're very special."

Her face brightened, "You mean it don't you."

Simone answered, "Of course we do, and didn't we prove it last night. You are a member of our family for as long as you want. 

Lisette sat up between us looking down at our faces. She asked inquisitively, "What do you mean by that?" 

I looked at Simone and she nodded in agreement to my unanswered question. 

I said, "Let's get comfortable and I will explain everything." 

I had meant that Simi and I should get dressed and we would find a comfortable corner to sit in. Lise had other ideas. She promptly stripped off her top and lacy bra, and then her skirt. She got herself comfortable by leaning back against Simone and draping her legs over my lap. Her little tuft of pubic hair was still moist and sticky from her earlier efforts. 

Simone and I had to smile at each other, and we got ourselves comfortable, tucking the pillows around ourselves.

I said, "This was something I had hoped to discuss with you over Christmas, but it looks like now is as good a time as any. Do you remember on your first night the rather unusual sleeping arrangements amongst our guests?" 

"Yes.... well I think so."

I took a deep breath and began my explanation about the concept and the origins of the 'family'. It took me over twenty minutes, with Simi continually interrupting, to cover all the relevant points. 

At the end Simone took over, "What this idiot has been trying to say is we'd like you to join the 'family'. We know that the others you met like you, so please?" 

Lisette was crying so much she couldn't speak, she just nodded and kissed us both time and time again. 

I had my arm around her and I was gently caressing her pert breast. Simone had wriggled down so her head was in my lap. Every now and again her tongue would dart out and lick my cock, and I was stroking her hair with my other hand. 

Finally Lisette asked us, "What does it mean for me, what do I need to do?" 

"Good question," I replied. "In the short term the family will pay your tuition and student costs. We will cover you student loan. When you are not at university you can stay with us or any other of the family members." 

I paused for a moment, "I need to get the laptop to show you something." 

Lise jumped up, "I'll get it, don't move," and shot out of the cabin. 

I looked at Simone and said, "I'm getting too old for this, Christ love, she's thirty-one years younger than me." 

Simi laughed, "You have restored my faith in you as the ultimate dirty old man. For a minute there I thought you were going sentimental on me." 

"You know that this makes no difference to us, I still love you." 

Lisette's voice echoed down the boat, "I can't find it, where did you put it last?" 

Simone called, "Try the cupboard in the wheelhouse, and could you bring coffee for us please." 

"Will do."

She looked at me, "I know you love me, that's why I'm so comfortable with Lise." 

I said, "I don't think she'll be with us forever, she's too beautiful to stay single for long." 

Simone agreed, "Look at the way she's blossomed in the past few days, she'll be fighting the boys off at university."

As she returned, Lise handed me the laptop and placed a pair of coffee mugs beside the bed. She said, "I heard what you said, what happens if I don't meet someone? Will you get rid of me?"

We both looked at her in shock. I said, "Good god, no. That's not what we meant. We just think that at some point in the future you'll meet someone and you won't want to stay with us anymore." 

Lisette snorted in derision, "Don't be daft; I'm going to be like Julia and love you for the rest of my life. Any boyfriend I get is going to have to accept that I have two other lovers in my life." She looked at us and said nervously, "I do have you two, don't I?" 

Simone took her in her arms and said, "We are very proud that you want us as your lovers."

Lisette sat back and watched as I booted the laptop up and logged onto the family website. 

I said, "Welcome to the family, everything you want to know about us is somewhere in these pages."

"I thought that it was just the six of you, it looks like a lot more, isn't it?"

"Yep, it's grown over the years. Now there's almost twenty of us all over the world, plus a few of the children are waiting to join when they are eighteen." 

At this Lise looked somewhat worried. "Do you mean people sleep with their children?"

I could see why she may think this so I hurried to explain. "Not to my knowledge, I didn't even know my kids were members until a couple of week ago. Lise, I'd stepped back from the family after Ros died. It took Julia and Simi to help me reconnect." 

I took a sip of coffee and continued, "I think it's important that you understand that the family is not and never will be a glorified swingers club. It's all about love, respect and support, not sex. Of course there is sex, I don't deny it. But we do it because we want to, not because it's expected of us. Some of us have never have, and never will make love to some of the family. I've slept with most of the men in the family at one time of other. I've never had sex with them. I'm just not that way inclined, but it doesn't mean I don't love them." 

"For some of us, the sex is a confirmation of our relationship with each other – a way to say in the utmost that I love you with all my heart. An outsider wouldn't necessarily understand that we say that to multiple people."

Simone added, "The thought of sex with others worried me at first, but Angie and Andy helped me understand that I could set the boundaries of who, what and when, and nobody would question my right to do so."

"So I can set my own boundaries?" 

"You not only can, but we expect you to do it."

I took the laptop away from her. I muttered to myself, "Let's see if I can remember how to do this?" After a couple of mistakes I managed to create a new account for Lisette on the website. 

I gave her it back to her, "You need to create your passwords, one to log in and a second to get past the front page, Kirsten been beefing up the security again. And shit, I've just noticed we all need new ones each month." 

I sat back and watched as Lise fingers flew across the keyboard. After a few moments she wriggled down into a comfortable position and we lost her to the screen. The tip of her tongue protruding from the corner of her mouth as she concentrated. 

She barely noticed as we stood up and got dressed, we headed to the galley and started making a late breakfast. 

Simone asked, "How long do you think we've got before she surfaces?" 

I smiled, "About two hours, then the battery dies, she left the cable here. Do you think I did the right thing asking her to join the family?"

"I know you did. Hey do we have time to go shopping?"



I asked, "What do we need to get?" 

"We could do with some food and bits. I'll let Lise know we will be back in an hour. Maybe we could pick up a little 'Welcome to the Family' present for Lise?"

I said "That sounds like a nice idea,"

I watched her poke her head into the cabin and talk to Lise.

She laughed as she walked back to me, "She barely heard me she's so wrapped in the laptop, and she's chatting with Kirsten."  

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Gifts

We walked to the morning market on the village square and Simone worked her magic with the stall holders. As we slowly strolled back to Rosie an hour or so later we passed a jewellers shop and something in the window caught my eye. I dragged Simone in to the shop and got the assistant to pull the items I'd seen from the window display. It was a chain with a pendent of three interlinked hearts, made from different coloured gold each set with a corresponding stone. With a matching bracelet 

"I know you said a little present, but what about the pendant for Lise. One heart for each of us." 

"It's beautiful, I'd love to get it for her."

I turned to the assistant, "This is beautiful work, what are the stones in it?"

"Thank you, I'll tell my father that you like it. The white and yellow stones are diamonds, and the reds a ruby, the ones on the pendant are each half a carrot. The ones on the bracelet are quarter of a carrot each." 

"Your father made this?" 

"Yes, we have a workshop upstairs." 

The workmanship was excellent and I had a thought. I asked, "Do you think he could make the bracelet fit an ankle?"

"I don't see why not, I'll get him and we can find out."

Simi asked, "Why would you want to do that?" 

"Because I want you to wear it." 

"Ohhh, thank you." 

The assistant's father appeared from the back of the shop and I explained what I wanted. 

He said, "That's easy, I can do it right now if you can give me ten minutes?" 

We nodded and he disappeared. True to his word he was back in ten minutes and it looked perfect clasped around Simone's ankle. 

I had another thought. I turned to Simi, "We are going to need wedding rings. This work is really good, I think we should get them to make our rings?" 

Simone agreed and twenty minutes later we left the shop with the pendant and chain in my pocket. The jeweller had helped us design the perfect pair of one of a kind wedding rings. I left the shop with my bank account a few thousand euros lighter, but feeling a lot happier. 

We got back to the boat and found Lisette sitting at the breakfast bar with the laptop open in front of her and plugged into the mains. Somewhere along the way she'd found time to get dressed. 

She looked up at us and said, "The 'family' is so cool. I've been talking to Kirsty and she's been showing me around. We've chatted with so many of the family." Then she jumped up and hugged me, "Thank you, thank you for asking me to join the family, I love you both so much." 

Then she hugged Simone. I took the pendant and chain out of its box and handed it to Simone and she placed it round Lise's neck. Lise froze in place, bending her head down to see what Simone had done.




Tales of Dirty Old Man Ch. 11



"What is it?" 

Simone said, "It's a present for you so you know how much we like you, and to welcome you to our family, three hearts for the three of us." 

Lisette hurried off to the bathroom to look at herself in the mirror. She came back with tears in her eyes, "It's beautiful, I love it, and I'm never going to take it off." She clung to me and buried her head into my chest. 

"It matches the anklet he got for me," and Simone proudly showed her the matching anklet. 

After a while I managed to disentangle myself from Lisette and suggested that it was time to move. The girls agreed and helped me prepare Rosie for travel. It didn't take long before we were on the move, heading upstream. 

A couple of hours later we were all in the wheelhouse, I was at the controls and the girls at the table with the laptop. They bent their heads together, whispered then went off and returned modelling their ships uniforms.

My heart took an extra beat as they stood there, two absolutely stunning women. For some unknown reason they both loved me. All they wore were tight cut off shorts. Simone had managed to find a cap for Lise so they both were wearing one. And that was it, shorts, cap and naked breasts, and four of the most beautiful nipples I could imagine. 

Simi came and stood beside me and I gently caressed her breast and ran my finger tip around her nipple which hardened and grew. She whimpered softly and kissed me. 

I told her, "I love you, you are my one." She wrapped her arm around me resting her head on my shoulder. 

Lise's voice came from behind us, "You look so right together; I'm so happy that you want to share your love with me." She came and stood behind me, I could feel her hard nipples rubbing against my back. 

She turned to Simone, "Do you mind if I sit on his lap?" 

"Of course not, and you don't need to ask my permission." She looked at both of us and asked, "Is anybody hungry as I'm going to make some sandwiches?" 

Lisette and I nodded and she kissed us both and went below. Lise jumped up onto my lap and got herself comfortable. She wriggled her bottom and I was suffering as my cock grew and was cramped by my shorts.      

She settled back and I had one hand on the wheel and the other on her pert breast. I was watching out for other vessels but fortunately this stretch of the river was quiet. She was playing with her pendant which sat at the top of her cleavage. She moved one hand and placed it on mine. 

"Thank you for this it's beautiful."

"It was our pleasure."

"I like your daughter. She's sorting out my university fees, she says you need to get Peter to authorise them. And she's found me a better place to stay. She and Chrissy are going to stay with me on their way back to London. I think I want to sleep with them, can I please? And she wants to know who I want to stay with on the island. You need to show me how to set up my boundaries page." 

I love the way her mind would flit from thought to thought, settling briefly in one place before rushing off in another direction.

Simone appeared struggling with a large plate of sandwiches and three bottles of beer. Lise jumped off me to give her a hand. I was finally able to adjust my poor bent cock, and Simi gave me a sympathetic smile. I brought Rosie over to the bank and we moored up for lunch. The field beside us was full of sunflowers. Their dinner plate sized heads were tracking the sun, transforming the sunlight into a golden glow. 

We took our food up on deck. Simone and Lise rubbed sunscreen on their exposed skin, it only took them a few moments to decide that naked was the way to go and then to lose the shorts. I pushed the two loungers together to make a giant one, they were designed to lock together. 

I hung towels along the railing on the river side of the deck to give the girls a degree of privacy. I added a roll of canvas to my mental list of things to do so I could create a more permeant privacy screen. The girls attacked me, they stripped my clothes off and coated me with sunscreen, before we settled down to eat. 

It was one of those perfect days, the sun was warm on our skin, but there was a fresh breeze that kept us cool. The breeze rustled the sunflowers in the field, the sound of the lapping of the water on the hull, and the crickets in the field combining to create the beauty of the moment.

I lay there having finished my food, a second bottle of cool beer in my hand. Simone was on her belly, her head resting on her folded arms, and her face turned to me. The curve of her buttocks forming the perfect heart. Her legs were bent up and crossed. The anklet shining as the sun caught it. Lise had curled up on her side with her head on my chest, her fingers languidly tracing circles round my belly button. 

Simone whispered, "I don't want this to end, this is just perfect," and she reached out and caressed my face. "I can't believe that it only been three weeks since I first met you. I was a lonely woman who had lost everything and you came to my rescue." 

She rolled to one side and rose on one arm until she was looking down on me. "You are my life, my dirty old shining knight." 

She took Lise hand and brought it to her lips kissing her fingers, "And you are the icing on my cake of life." Lise pulled her close and hungrily sought her lips with her own. Then they turned on me and showered kisses on me. 

  ***********

Summer lovin'

Slow languid sex on a warm summer's afternoon between three lovers; an evocative statement that encompasses so much love and pleasure. It starts so innocently, kisses after lunch. Soon it evolves into caresses, hands seeking out those intimate places that give rise to moans of pleasure. Mouths come into play, sucking, tongues licking. Two mouths one cock, two tongues two nipples, a mouth and a finger, a cock and a finger, the combinations only limited by our imaginations. Two on one, one on two. Suntan oil changing the texture of the skin under our fingers. Bodies suffering surges of pleasure while others watch in awe. Personal orgasms, shared orgasms, quiet and loud ones all coming together. Body fluids mixing, being shared. Exhausted bodies coming alive again. 

   ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ 

I lay there covered in sweat, Lise's mouth slowly moving over the head of my cock. Cleaning up the exotic mix of my jism and their juices, enticing him to rise again. My fingers were moving slowly in Simone's velvety cum filled passage teasing her. Teasing her G spot, keeping her orgasm going. Her lips were glued to mine as she gasped as each new wave of pleasure washed over her. 

Lise decided I was firm enough and she rose up and sank down on my full length, her wet cunt still full of our juices from earlier. Simone's hand stretched out and caressed Lise's engorged clit as she crouched there poised on the balls of her feet, shuddering as I filled her. The mushroom head of my cock caressing her cervix. Her hands were on my chest supporting herself as she began rising and falling. Her head bowed, her face hidden behind a mane of hair. Her heart pendant slapping against her chest. My hips were rising to meet her downward motion.

Lisette's moans grew in strength as she steadily moved faster. The muscles in her thighs trembled with the effort of meeting my upward thrusts. Simone shuddered and groaned as I pulled my fingers from her cunt. She curled up, her head on my shoulder. Watched as Lise rose up and dropped down hard, crying out as she came, wriggling her hips and grinding her clit into my pubis. She bent forward resting her head on my chest, her hair fanning out over me. 

Lise gasped, "My god, what are you doing to me?"

Simone laughed, "He's making love to you the only way he can. He makes you feel like your pleasure is the only thing that is important, then he really starts loving you until you dissolve into a puddle of passion."

I groaned as Lisette's vagina kept spasming round my cock, my balls tightening as my fourth orgasm of the afternoon grew close. I kept thrusting into Lise and her cries grew louder and more incoherent. I came and my jism surged through my cock spurting into her cunt. My last thrusts triggered her final orgasm, both of us crying out. I collapsed back on the lounger panting, slick with sweat, suntan oil, cum, and pussy juice. Lise lay on top of me, our skin sticking together. 

It was late afternoon before we were able to stagger below deck, after what we all agreed was the most intense afternoon of mind blowing sex the three of us had ever experienced. Somehow I'd managed to make love to both of them one more time. 

We stood in the shower, cooling water beating down on us as we washed the suntan oil off our bodies. I ran the soapy sponge over their sun ripened bodies, cleaning my dried cum from them. They needed the room to wash their hair so I stepped out of the shower. 

I lay down on the bed with a towel wrapped round my waist. Beads of water still scattered over my body. I was half asleep when they appeared, towels wrapped around their bodies, their hair in towelling turbans. They lay down beside me and I looked at them. Freshly scrubbed faces that glowed with an inner beauty, faces that looked at me with love in their eyes.

I looked at them with my tired eyes, and wearily said, "As much as I love you both, I think that's it for me for the day. I'm seriously feeling my age. A certain part of me is suffering from shell shock." 

Simone laughed, "I'm not surprised, you came five times, I can't remember how many times I came, only that it never seemed to end." 

Lise giggled, "I was fucked, I've been fucked, and I'm completely fucked out, and I feel amazing." 

Simi put her arms round me and whispered, "You get some rest, and I'll be here with you when you wake up." 

I nodded and rolled over onto my side, and she spooned up behind me. The last thing I remember was her warm breath tickling the back of my neck.

    ********

Lisette's punishment and question

It was dark when I woke, the clock by the bed said it was 9:30. I'd become the filling in a girl sandwich. At some point Lise had wriggled in front of me. Her towel had come undone and she'd placed my hand on her breast. Simone was still behind me, her leg and arm draped over me. My body was making a liar out of me, my cock had firmed up and was poking Lise in the back. I stirred flexing my arm that had gone to sleep and Simone kissed the back of my neck.

She said, "Welcome back sleepy head, how do you feel?"

"Stiff and thirsty," I said as I rolled on to my back. 

She smiled, "I can see that," and she pointed at my cock that had escaped the confines of my towel.

"That isn't the stiff I was thinking about. It's just that I'm an old man."

She interrupted, "My dirty old man."

"Yes that too, and I've just performed above and beyond the call of duty and I'm paying for it now. There are muscles I didn't even know I had, that are sore, and one muscle that seems to have got a life of its own." 

She kissed me, "Poor baby, can I kiss the aches away? And I'll give that muscle a good talking to." 

Lise rolled over to watch us and she smiled as she saw Simi kissing my chest, and gently stroking my cock. 

I said, "Lise darling, do you want to save my life." She nodded. "Then I need fluid to replace the generous amounts I donated to you two today." 

She laughed and reached down beside the bed and passed me a cool bottle of water. I gratefully finished off half the bottle in one go. 

I sighed in contentment, "God, I needed that." Then I groaned as Simi squeezed the head of my cock

She said, "Do you think I've told him off enough," and gave another squeeze. 

I gasped, "No, no, I think he was very bad and needs a very long telling off." 

"Oh goody, I do like telling him off," and her mouth swallowed the top third. 

Lise propped herself up and looked down at me, "I have a very naughty pussy, and do you think you could tell her off please?"

"What did she do?" 

"She kept stealing her lover's fluids and wouldn't give it back." 

I groaned as Simone's tongue swirled around the head of my cock. I struggled to concentrate on Lisette. 

"Do you think I should spank the inside of your pussy?"

"Oh god, yes please Sir," and she moved up the bed so I could reach her pussy. 

I slid two finger into her pussy and gently tapped her G spot, teasing it. 

She whimpered, "Please spank me harder, she was very naughty." 

My thumb pressed down on her engorged clitoris, "Was this naughty too?" 

"Ohh god, yesss......., very, very naughty." 

It was a bit like having a split personality, half receiving pleasure as Simi sucked and stroked my cock, drawing him closer to his ultimate purpose. While the other half was concentrating on the pleasure I was giving to Lise. 

My hand had a life of its own as Lise humped against it, groaning as the waves of pleasure washed over her. Her orgasm building then exploding in a gush of juice as she squirted over my hand. Her hand held on mine preventing me from remove it. 

The sight of Lisette's orgasm spurred Simone on, her mouth and hands moving in unison, teasing and drawing my orgasm from me. She was rewarded by spurts of cum, which she eagerly lapped up. 

She looked up at me cum dribbling down her chin and grinned. "I think he's very sorry." 

I said, "I'm not so sure, you may have to tell him off again, maybe more than once! In fact both of you may have to do it." Her grin grew wider and she wriggled up beside me and gave me a long sensuous cum tasting kiss. 

Lise smiled at us, "I think my pussy is going to need to be punished again."

Simone looked at me and winked, "I believe that Lise needs to be properly punished. I think she needs to be spanked." 

"Hmm, I think you might be right, how many does she deserve?"

"Well you gave Angie and me six each, I think she deserves at least the same."

As we had this conversation Lisette was looking more and more concerned. Her head was turning from one to the other of us, trying to work out if we were serious or joking.

"Err, I'm not sure about this, I haven't been smacked since I was five." 

I said, "Well you shouldn't have been naughty then should you." I sat up on the edge of the bed and flipped her over my knees. Immediately her pussy juice was trickling down my leg. "Dammit, I forgot the towel again," I muttered and Simone laughed. 

I gently stroked Lise's firm upturned ass cheeks, running my fingers along the cleft. Her legs opened slightly and I could see the puckered rose of her anus pulsating in anticipation. She turned her head and looked at me with a mix of dread, anticipation, and lust. 

Simone crawled over to her and said, "It was so amazing, I loved every second of it, first the anticipation, then the pain and lastly that frigging amazing pleasure." 

Lise looked a bit reassured by Simone's words, until my hand struck her ass cheek. 

"Fuck." 

And Simone said, "One."

Lise wriggled on my knees, and gasped, "Christ that hurt."

Smack

"Two."

Smack

"Three."

Each time there was a little gasp. I caressed her cheeks and saw the juice trickling down her thigh and into my legs. She whimpered but looked at me and said, "Again, oh please again" and pushed up against my hand. 

I blew her a kiss and Simone bent down to give her one. 

Smack, smack.

"Four, five." 

"Ohh God." 

Smack.

"Six." 

She whimpered and then moaned out loud as my fingers entered her hot cunt and found her spot. As my fingers moved, she was pushing hard against my hand. She seized my other hand and was sucking on my fingers. 

All I could hear was her saying, "Ohh fuck, ohh fuck," over and over again like a liturgy. Her movements grew more frantic. All it took for her to tip over the edge was my thumb on the clit. 

She was grunting incoherently as her whole body shuddered and she squirted over my hand and legs. Then she collapsed going limp across my legs. I picked her up and held her in my arms, quickly checking her out. 

Simone looked concerned and asked, "Is she alright?" 

I smiled at her, "She'll be fine in a few moments, it's sensory overload, too much pleasure, a bit of hyperventilation and her body shuts down for a few minutes. It's known as the little death, la petite mort." 

"Oh I've heard of that." 

"Help me get her comfortable on the bed would you please." 

Between us we got her comfortable and Simone held her while she stirred and woke up. 

She blinked trying to clear her vision and looked around herself in amazement. "What did you do to me? I've never felt anything like that." A little shudder hit her, "Holy fuck, I'm still cuming!" 

Simone grinned, "Its 'La petite mort', he made you cum until you fainted. It's probably the best orgasm you've ever had."

"Shit, you're not kidding!" 

She looked for a long time at Simone as though she was gathering her courage. She said very hesitantly, "Simi..., I know you are... marrying him. But...but...., do you think that..... when I finish university you would ever consider letting me live with both of you." Then she swallowed, and looking a bit like a deer in the headlight continued. "Or....or...would you let me marry him as well?"

I had started to smile as she spoke, then I looked at their faces as she continued to talk, and realised Lise was serious. Even more surprising was that from the look on Simone's face she was giving the questions some serious consideration. 

I decided I needed to interrupt their chain of thoughts, "Err, do I get anything to say about this?" 

They both looked at me and said in unison, "NO." Then Simone said to me, "I love you, but this is something that Lise and I need to talk about first. Can you give us a few minutes alone please?" 

I nodded and after kissing both of them, I wrapped a towelling robe round me and headed towards the galley. I think I was in shock, I had never ever considered that Lise would think of this. What the hell were they saying in there? At least there was no shouting, Christ I think I just heard them laugh. 

I poured myself a desperately needed glass of Brandy and drank it down in one go. After a few minutes I'd rationalised that there really were only three ways that this could go; they could decide it was a joke and laugh it off and nothing would change. Or Simone could ask Lisette to leave. Or, oh shit, or she could think that it was a great idea. What the hell would I do? 

I poured another brandy, I don't think the glass got much of a chance to get wet before I'd emptied it. I poured a third glass, and I sat for a long time starring at it, while I contemplated my options. I was so wrapped up in my thoughts that I didn't hear them come stand behind me until one of them cleared her throat. 

I turned and looked at them, and to my relief they were both smiling. 

"So have you decided my fate," I asked them. 

Simone said, "Not quite yet, she's serious about this and I love her enough that I'm happy to consider sharing you with her in the future. At least the live with us part, not the marriage part yet. But I have some questions for you first." 

"Ok," I said nervously. 

"Do you love both of us?"

"Yessss."

"The same amount and in the same way?"

"No, that's not possible." I looked at their faces and I could see that this was what Simone expected me to say. But it wasn't the answer Lise was hoping for. 

"How is it possible for me to love two people with completely different personalities equally and in the same way? That doesn't make sense. I love each of you in your own unique way."

I looked at Simone, "This is going to sound trite but you are my soul mate, there isn't anything I wouldn't do for you. You are the reason I get up in the morning. I knew the first time I saw you that I loved you, and I always will. Nothing we decide now or in the future will ever change that." I could see the tears welling up in her eyes as I spoke so I held out my hand to her. She took it gratefully and held it tight. 




Tales of Dirty Old Man Ch. 11



Then I looked at Lisette, she was struggling not to cry. "And you, you've entered our lives like a bundle of joy, an explosion of love and emotion." I could see hope growing amongst the many emotions displayed on her face. "Of course I love you, it would be impossible for me not to."

I needed to think for a moment so I sipped at the brandy. "I love you for what you are, but also because loving you reinforces my love for Simone, and I know she loves you." 

Another pause, "Can I see us all living together in the future as a family. Yes of course I can, but you are quite right, not now and not in the immediate future. This is a hell of a big step for all of us. We just can't make a snap decisions about it." 

Lisette asked, "But in the future if we all agreed, would you consider it?"

I looked at Simone and she nodded. I said, "Ask us again when the time is right and most importantly, when you know it's what you really want to do. Then I can't see any reason why our answer will not be yes." She squealed in joy and threw herself into our arms covering us in a multitude of kisses.

I added, "Just remember if we were ever to consider marriage, you can't just marry me. It could only work if you want to marry both of us." 

Lisette calmed down and looked at us, her chest heaving with delayed emotions. "I know I need to finish university first. But the thought of not seeing you for weeks, or even months at a time scared me. That's why I had to ask, to give me something to hope for." 

She whispered quietly, "I know I was putting you on the spot, but I needed to know that this wasn't a fling, that I wasn't just a sex toy for you." 

Simi hugged her tightly and said, "You will never be a sex toy to us, you're too an important part of our love." 

I had a rather scary thought and asked Simone, "If this happens, just how are we going to explain it to Michael and Anna?" 

She gulped, and said, "We'll cross that bridge when we reach it." 

    ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ 

The events of the evening had left us all emotionally drained, hungry and thirsty. Lise had prepared some cold plates earlier while Simi and I had slept. So we sat down on the sofa to eat. We curled up and were feeding each other mouthfuls, while we sipped at some white wine. 

We tried to keep the conversation nice and light and in the main we achieved that. The only issue arose after Lise checked her mail and read one from Kirsten. It turned out that the better accommodation she had found for Lisette was a flat belonging to A & R finance, Pete and Angie's company. She'd got Pete to donate its use for free, but they were doing some work on it and it wouldn't be ready until next Monday. 

"Damm, what am I going to do," she groaned. "I've already cancelled my room at the student hall, and my sister is driving me to Paris on Friday. I'm going to have to find someone's floor to sleep on." 

I said, "We'll work something out. You won't be sleeping on someone's floor. Why were you going up on Friday?" 

"Because that when she's going to visit friends north of Paris and she's going to drop me off on the way." 

"So when do you need to be there for school?"

"Monday I suppose, my first classes are on Tuesday." 

I looked at Simone, "We need to call your father and get a car organised to take her to Paris on Monday. Then she can move straight into the flat, where is it by the way?"

Lise scanned the mail for the address and looked it up on goggle maps, "It's on the boulevard Bourdon. Holy cow that just across the river from the Sorbonne, I can walk to my classes." 

Then she looked at us with awe, "I know that building. Those are very expensive apartments and I get to live there?" 

"That doesn't surprise me," I said. "Pete's got an office in Paris so I'm guessing it's a company guest flat. So you get to enjoy yourself in luxury for the next couple of years." 

Simone said, "You need to call your sister in the morning and cancel your ride, you can stay with us until you need to leave. It'll get a bit crowded over the weekend but it'll be fun." 

God, I'd forgotten we had the children and my daughter and her lover staying this weekend. I guess we are in for an interesting time.

Lisette yawned then giggled, "I'm sorry it's been a long emotional day and I'm tired, can we go to bed please." 

We locked up the boat and headed back to our cabin. We all curled up with Simone spooning Lise, and me behind Simone. There was a vague attempt to start an evening of passion, but it didn't last beyond a token grope and we all fell asleep, Morpheus claiming us as his own. 

   ************

The river trip continues

The rest of the week passed in much the same manner. We'd travel in the morning and find somewhere nice and secluded to moor up in the early afternoon. We would spend the rest of the day exploring our love and the growing, ever evolving relationships. The time strengthened the depth and complexity of the love between myself and Simone. It confirmed the evolving relationship between ourselves and Lisette. 

On the last day of our trip, the Friday, we headed back towards La Rochelle in order to pick up Michael and Anna for their weekend with us. Simi and I were lazing about on the sun deck while Lisette steered Rosie, she'd taken to the controls like a duckling to the water. I'd opened the rear windows from the wheelhouse so we could all talk without shouting. The girls had been sunbathing naked whenever the opportunity had arisen and had acquired a nice all over tan. Mine was progressing nicely, like the girls I'd been extra careful to cover my sensitive areas with sunblock. Well to be honest I think it was a mutual realisation that sex with sunburn would be painfully if not downright impossible. 

I'd calculated that it would take us a good eight hours to reach our destination so we'd set off early. Early on there had been very little traffic to worry about but as the morning progressed it was picking up. Lise promised to call me if there was a problem so I relaxed on the lounger with Simone. I was tired from last night. The girls had been extra inventive with their demands on my body and it had left me wrung out. 

Simone was lying beside me her head propped up on a couple of cushions reading a book. She'd borrowed my iPod and was humming away to the music only she could hear. She had started out wearing a bikini that was no more than three triangles of red fabric that barely covered her. No soon than she'd got comfortable and the top had come off. I was left with the delightful sight of two of the most exquisite firm nipples gently rising and falling as she breathed. Every time her hand moved back to her side after turning the page, it would touch my side, stroking, unconsciously checking I was still there. 

I'd reached that state of mind where my mind was awake but my body asleep. I was mulling over the events of the last few days. My relationship with Simone had reached a level that I'd only ever achieved with two women before, Ros and to slightly lesser extent Julia. It was a total oneness, I could physically feel her emotions, and I know from the way she was looking at me she felt the same. 

I must have smiled as she pulled the ear buds from her ears and said, "You're thinking about me aren't you."

"Yep, how can you tell?"

"You've got that goofy smile and I just got a warm buzz." 

"A good buzz?"

"A nice one, it flows through me and explodes in my womb." 

I laughed and placed my hand on the soft skin below her belly button. I sent warm sensuous thoughts in her direction, topped off with a picture of me buried deep inside her. "So what am I thinking?" 

"That you love me and...., ooh."

I felt the muscles under my hand flutter.

"Do that again," she said, "and I'm not responsible for my actions."

"Do what?" I said as innocently as I could, while thinking just what I'd like to do to her.

"That, you bastard," and her muscles jumped again. Her hand slid down my abdomen and under the waistband of my shorts. She grasped my cock and squeezed and I groaned. 

"Will you quit that please, I want to finish my book." I nodded and she let go. "Later, I promise you can think whatever you want."

We heard Lise say, "Is he bullying you, do you want me to hit him?"

"No, I'll deal with him later!"

"God you're both picking on me now," and I smiled to myself.

Lise said, "Andy I could do with a hand, we're getting close to the weir and I'll need some help to get us through the lock." 

"Coming." 

"Wait, can you help me with this first," and Simi passed me her bikini top, and I helped her put it on. I was pretty good I only succumbed twice, groping her breasts as I tucked her nipples behind the fabric triangles. She gave me a kiss and I went off to help Lise. 

She was looking as cute as ever, her hair was pulled back in a ponytail. She was wearing a short denim skirt, and was topless, her top was draped over the back of the captain's chair. There was a bead of sweat trailing down from the hollow of her neck, running between her breasts.

She turned her head to me demanding a kiss which I happily gave her. "Were you teasing Simi?" 

"Me?" I said trying to sound all innocent. 

She punched me playfully on the arm and then hugged me whispering, "I can't imagine my life without both of you." 

I grinned and caught one of her nipples between my lips and sucked it playfully. Then I murmured, "I don't think we can imagine a life without you either." 

She sighed contentedly then stood up, "You need to take the controls, and we are coming up to the lock." 

She pulled her tight top on, her hard nipples forcing the fabric out. She watched as I eased us through the first set of lock gates. She scurried to the bow and threw our bow line to the lock keeper. I wasn't the only person who was admiring her lithe body. There was a group of Japanese tourists on the lock wall with cameras glued to their eyes. I put the engine into neutral, and turned to watch Simone step across the gap to the lock wall and loop the stern line round the bollard. Her bikini clad body attracted the attention of the tourists and there was a second explosion of camera shutters. She returned to Rosie and I gave the lock keeper the transit fee. He closed the gates behind us and his assistant opened the downstream paddles and we began to settle. It only took five minutes for us to drop to the lower level, and another ten for us to pull out of the lock. 

There was a riverside restaurant just below the lock and it seemed a good idea to stop for an early lunch. We tied up behind a thirty foot river cruiser. Simi slipped a dress on over her bikini and I pulled a shirt on. We found a comfortable terrace table and settled down. 

The girls ordered our lunch and drinks. They spoke in French to the waitress and as had been happening more often over the past few days we carried on our conversation in French. I was grateful for the practice even if my pronunciation often caused my two lovers to burst out into laughter. 

There was a couple siting at a nearby table, a good looking pair in their early forties. They were obviously English and I guessed they were from the cruiser. They'd seen us moor Rosie and had listened to us laughing and joking about. 

I saw them watching us and smiled and the guy asked in stilted school boy French, "Elle est une nouvelle construction ou une conversion." 

I took pity on him and replied in English, "No, Rosie is a new custom build, she's two years old."

The couple looked surprised, "You're English?" 

"Well I am, my fiancé and our lover are French." 

The woman choked on her drink, her face going red, her husband, well I guess it's her husband patted her on her back as she struggled to get her breath back.

Simone punched me on the arm and said, "I'm sorry about that, he's a bit of an idiot sometimes. I'm Simone, this is Lisette and the idiot is Andy."

The man held his hand out, "Nice to meet you, I'm Tony and this is my wife Mary." 

I shook their hands and the women cheek kissed. We invited them to join us. 

Mary said to Lisette, "I'm sorry but I have to know, are you their lover?"

Lise grinned, "That's what I let them think. The truth is I've adopted them and they are my lovers." 

Tony and I burst out into laughter, Simone and Mary smiled. 

Simone said, "I suppose that one way to describe it." She turned to me and said, "You know I think I'm looking forward to the peace and quiet when she goes back to university." 

Lisette grinned and stuck her tongue out at Simone. "You'll miss me."

Simone replied, "I know we will." She pulled Lise to her and kissed her.

I got the impression that Mary still wasn't sure what our relationship with Lise was, but with that great British reserve she wasn't going to pursue the matter. Our food arrived and I ordered a second bottle of wine. 

We spent a very pleasant hour in their company before we needed to move on. Tony and Mary were going upstream and needed to negotiate the lock. We needed to get back on schedule. We said our goodbyes and returned to Rosie and cast off. 

It was almost five before we were moored up at La Rochelle. We'd called ahead to let Rachael know when we would arrive. She and the children were waiting for us as we manoeuvred alongside the dock, their bags beside them. Michael jumped aboard before we were even tied up. Damm I'd forgotten to get the life jackets for them. I made my excuses and left Simone talking with her children. I hurried off to the chandlery and caught them just before they closed. Ten minute later I returned clutching the bag with the children's life jackets in it. 

Everyone was sitting on the deck when I arrived and I handed the jackets to Michael and Anna. 

I told the children, "Whenever you are on deck you must wear your life jacket." 

Michael asked, "Why? We can both swim."

"Because it's too easy to knock yourself out as you fall overboard, being able to swim doesn't help then." 

"Ohh, I see."

I adjusted the jackets on them; they looked like thin sleeveless cotton red waist coats. 

Simone fingered them and looked at me. "What keeps them afloat, there doesn't seem to be any buoyancy in them?" 

"They are water activated, there's a gas cylinder that inflates them when it gets wet. Not being inflated all the time makes them so much more comfortable." She smiled at my reassurance. 

Anna was looking at me, "Are we really sleeping on the boat tonight?" 

"Of course we are, which bunk are you going to sleep in?"

"Mummy says the bottom one is mine, Michael gets the top one. It's not fair, why do the boys always get the best ones?" 

"But the bottom one is the best one, it's easier to get in and out of. It's the one I always pick." 

"Ohh," and she turned to Michael and stuck her tongue out at him. "I've got the best bunk, Andy says so." I had to turn my back so she couldn't see my smile. 

Rachael and Simone were talking and the children were with Lise. Apparently the clothes the children had brought with them were to stay on board. Rachael would wash the stuff that needed to go back to school with them. She'd give it to George as he would collect the children from wherever we ended up and take them to school on Monday. 

I suggested that rather than stay here the night and have to leave early in the morning to get to the chateau in time to meet Kirsten, we could leave tonight. If we pushed it we could reach the chateau in two and a half hours. And if we left soon we could be there by eight o'clock while it was still light.

Everyone seemed ok with the idea, so we said our goodbyes to Rachael. Michael followed me around watching everything I did. It didn't take us long and we were soon underway. I was pushing the speed limit on this section of the river but there was almost no other vessels around so I got away with it. After ten kilometres I was able to up the revs and we were doing eighteen kph, which was the fastest I'd ever had Rosie up to on the inland waterways. 

It was just after eight o'clock when we tied up at the chateau's landing stage. I could hear the hot engine tick as it cooled down. Simone and Lise had been preparing supper as we travelled and we sat down around the table in the wheelhouse to eat. 

Michael and Anna were telling us all about their first week at their new school. I'd always been surprised how good their English was and it turn out that their previous and new schools were both international schools and the lessons were taught in English. 

It seem that although the school in Switzerland was supposed to be one of the best in the world, the children defiantly preferred the new one. Michael had been picked for the junior soccer team and he was playing his first match next Friday afternoon. 

He looked at us hopefully, "Can you come and watch me?" 

His mother said, "Of course, we will all be there, don't you worry." He looked so happy I guess that no one had been to watch him play before. They both had a bit of homework. It looked like the school had been kind the first week and it was all fairly easy, and it only took them half an hour after supper to complete it all.

Both of them were yawning and Simone took them off to the bathroom to get washed and ready for bed. 

She called out to me, "Andy, they both want you to tuck them in." 

"Coming," and they were both siting up in bed waiting for me. Simone stood in the doorway with a big smile on her face, as I bent down and kissed Anna and straightened her cover. I wished her goodnight and then I stood up as Michael pulled his covers up and around himself and grinned as I tousled his hair. We pulled the curtains on their bunks and closed the door. 

Simi looked at me, there was a tear running down the side of her face. "I never thought I'd be able to do this again. I thought I'd lost them to him. Thank you for giving me my children back." She kissed me and we walked back to the table and Lisette.

We cleared up and sat down on the sofa with a drink, listening to some soft jazz. I was sitting in the corner with Simone curled up beside me. Lise was lying with her feet hanging over the other arm of the sofa. Her head was resting in Simone's lap. I had pulled Simone's top up and I was caressing the silky soft skin of her breasts. She was playing with Lisette's hair. Her fingers would stray across Lise's face and she would capture them in her mouth and suck them. Lise hungrily watched my fingers move and every so often she would reach out and her fingers would intertwine with mine on Simone's breasts. We stayed like that for an hour or so. It was so peaceful and relaxing that I don't think anyone wanted it to end. 

The music stopped and it was like a collective sigh passed over us. Simone went to check on the children and returned with a smile on her face 

"They are fast asleep, I don't think anything is going to disturb them." She held her hands out to us. "Time for bed I think." 

We locked up and for the first time carefully closed the doors to the bathroom and our cabin.

Simone looked at me, "I need you, don't think I've forgotten this morning." I tried to look innocent but it didn't do me any good. 

They both moved to me and pushed me onto the bed. Quickly they were pulling my clothes off me. Once they had me naked they started sucking, kissing, and licking any part of me they could reach. I wasn't resisting, all my efforts were spent on undressing them. My fingers found two erect nipples and I pinched them. I was rewarded by two separate gasps. I rolled onto my side and looked at my two lovers, and saw my love mirrored in their faces. Simone rose up on her hand and knees and worked her way between Lisette's welcoming thighs. Her tongue poked out licking at the arousal beading on Lise's puffy sex lips.

"Please," Lise whimpered and her hand went round Simone's head urging her to greater efforts. Simone ran her fingers down the soft down leading to Lisette's pussy and her tongue teased her clitoris from its hiding place. 




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Simone looked up at me with lust and need in her eyes, "Please fuck me while I go down on her." She waggled her ass in anticipation. 

I was behind her in a flash, my tongue licking from clit to anus before I was sucking on her kitty lips, tasting her sweet, sweet juice. My throbbing cock was sending me messages of abandonment and I took pity on him. I buried him in one swift motion, deep into soft silky confines of her vagina. Her back arched and she gave out a long low groan before bending back to her task in hand. Lise was giving out little moans of pleasure every time Simone found one of her sensitive spots. She groaned when the hard nub of her clit was sucked. 

I wanted Simi to last, and beg for her orgasm. I pulled back and only used the head to enter her entrance. Two inches and withdraw, two inches and withdraw. Her hips were desperately pushing back at me, pleading for me to fill her. 

I was watching Lise for the first signs of her orgasm. Her nipples were hard and a blush was spreading down her neck. 

Simone growled, "Harder you bastard, I want to cum, fuck I need to cum." 

My strokes became deeper, harder and faster, my balls slapping against her clit. 

"Christ, just like that," she pleaded, "for fucks sake don't stop." 

Lise was tugging at her own nipples, pulling and squeezing them hard between her finger and thumb. She was rolling her hips pushing her clit harder into Simone's mouth, her gasps growing louder. Simone's fingers were inside her pulling at her G spot. Lisette's gasps turned into groans then cries. Her pelvis pushed up hard, shuddering as she came, squirting juice over Simi's hand and face. 

Simone's head bent down, resting her forehead on the bed, moaning. Her hand tightening around the bedding. The muscles in her vagina clutched and pulled at me as I thrust as deep as I could. My hand slid round to her swaying breast, capturing and pulling at her nipple.

"Fuck, yesss," she cried and her orgasm hit. Her vagina tightened round me and her legs shook with her release. She whimpered as I pulled out and curled on her side. I sat back on my heels, my turgid cock standing erect and needy. 

I pulled Lise over to me, and she groaned and wrapped her legs round me as my fat cock entered her. She was already very wet from Simone and her cunt felt like silk as I slid in. Again I was thrusting into my lover, her moans and cries urging me to move harder and faster. Her heels were drumming on the back of my thighs and I was grunting with the effort. 

The heaviness grew in my swaying balls and I could feel my cum building up in the base of my cock. I cried out as it surged through my cock splattering the insides of her cunt. It took several more strokes to drain me. The warmth of my cum in her cunt pushed her over the edge. Her body was racked with an orgasm that lasted for as long as I kept moving. My cock kept twitching and she kept cuming for another minute or so before she pushed me off and curled up still shaking. 

Simone gathered her up in her arms and I spooned behind her, my arms round both of them. 

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Tales of Dirty Old Man Ch. 12



I believe I've achieved my ultimate goal - I am a Dirty Old Man!

This is the twelfth chapter in this series - I strongly recommend you to read the previous chapters in order before this one, it's not going to make a lot of sense otherwise. All the active sexual participants in these stories are over 18.

I can't thank Romantic1 enough for the time he spent reviewing and editing this and the previous chapters.

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The heaviness grew in my swaying balls and I could feel my cum building up in the base of my cock. I cried out as it surged through my cock splattering the insides of her cunt. It took several more strokes to drain me. The warmth of my cum in her cunt pushed her over the edge. Her body was racked with an orgasm that lasted for as long as I kept moving. My cock kept twitching and she kept cuming for another minute or so, before she pushed me off and curled up still shaking. 

Simone gathered her up in her arms and I spooned behind her, my arms round both of them. 

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Proposal 

I was pleasantly woken during the night by Simone. My firm cock was nestled between Simone's thighs as she rhythmically pushed back at me. My hand was on her breast and her nipple was hard under my fingertips. Her hand grasped my shaft and guided the head into her warm slippery passage. She sighed as I filled her and began rocking, gently moving inside her. She gave little whimpers and I dropped my hand to her clit, rubbing it in a circular motion. Her moans grew a bit louder and more urgent. 

A sleepy head rose up from the pillow on the other side of Simone, and looked at us. Lise blinked away the sleep in her eyes and grinned when she realised what we were doing. She turned to face Simone and sucked on a breast, nibbling at the nipple. Simone could only stand this double onslaught for a couple of minutes. Her moans turned into a long drawn out groan and I felt her cunt shiver as she came. She pulled off me and curled up, slipping back into sleep. I don't think she was really awake the whole time.

Lise crawled over and kissed me, she whispered, "Did you cum?" I shook my head.

"Good, my turn then," and she rolled me onto my back. My member still stood at attention, slick with Simi's juices and my pre-cum. She turned round and faced my cock. She licked the swollen shaft and swallowed the head, rolling her tongue around the base of the head. Her head rose and she looked back at me. 

"Hmmm, my favourite taste, both of my lovers in one place." She bent her head down and swallowed half my length, her ass in the air tempting me to play with it.

I caressed the perfect soft globes of her ass cheeks, running my fingers down the grove and seeking her intimate places. My fingers penetrating her velvet soft vagina, still wet from our earlier lovemaking. She moaned, the sound muffled by my cock. I played with her spot before pulling them out. I ran a finger slick with our juices around the bud of her ass. 

Her head came off my cock and she shuddered, "Christ that feels good, play with it some more."

I dipped my fingers between her pussy lips, collecting and using our juices to lubricate them. I pushed a finger past the tight muscular ring and into her virgin ass up the first knuckle and rolled it around. She groaned and I felt her anal ring flutter, and she pushed back at my finger. She relaxed and the finger slid all the way in. 

She gasped, "Merde," and again she pushed back. Then, "Ohh fuck," as my thumb pressed down on her nub. She was sucking frantically at my cock as a second finger joined the first. The combination of my fingers moving in her ass and my thumb rubbing her clit, was making her pant. Her head dropped to my thigh and her hand was squeezing the base of my shaft. Her rhythmic grunts grew louder, and then stopped as she came, her mouth open in a soundless cry. She shuddered and squirted, her juice trickling down my arm. 

She looked at me and said, "That was good, different but fucking good Andy." Then she rolled over onto her back, opening her legs, and held her arms out to me in invitation.

I eagerly slid between her thighs and my throbbing cock sheathed itself inside her hungry passage. I groaned as the tight wet, silky soft vagina caressed the skin of my cock. I pulled her legs up onto my shoulders and we were moving in harmony. One of Simone's hands came into view and she pinched and pulled Lise's nipple, the other was fondling my ass. My thrusts became harder and more urgent. Simi was kissing Lise, their mouths glued together. 

My need was growing closer, I could feel the tension in my balls and I was desperate for release. Lisette's head fell back and she cried out as her orgasm hit; her body shaking, her juice coating my groin. With a long drawn out groan I came, my jism flooding her and mixing with her juice to create the ultimate cocktail. 

I lay between them on my back, basking in the afterglow. Simone and Lise rested their heads on my shoulders. Two sets of sleepy eyes looking at me and each other. 

Simone whispered, "I love you both." 

"I love you two so much it hurts," came the tearful whisper from the other side. 

Simone reached over to caress her cheek as I kissed her tears away. 

Simi looked at me and said, "Andy my love, when we get to the island for our wedding, I would like us to have a small private ceremony where we place an engagement ring on this little one's finger. Can we?" She gestured at Lise.

I felt Lise freeze waiting for my answer, she was so still I wasn't sure she was breathing. I knew the answer she hoped for, so I paused for dramatic effect.

"I would love that, I can't think of anything I'd rather do." There was a gasp from Simone. I laughed and said, "After marrying you that is." She punched me on the arm and then two mouths were kissing my face. 

We settled down again and we heard Lise whisper, "Thank you, thank you." 

A few moments later Lise sat up and said, "I'm going to go back to my room for the rest of the night. If I'm not mistaken you are going to get at least one of the children visiting you in the morning." 

"Crap." 

As she got out of the bed she rummaged around in the drawers and tossed us some bedclothes. "And you should be wearing something, a naked Andy is too much for anyone first thing in the morning." She giggled.

Lise paused as she walked out of the cabin and looked over her shoulder. She said softly with a sigh, "Unless you want sex that is." 

Simone pulled on a tee shirt and a pair of soft pale blue cotton panties and found a pair of sleeping shorts for me. We curled up in each other's arms and we quickly fell asleep. 

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New Revelations

It felt like a herd of elephants were jumping up and down on my chest. I forced a sleep-incrusted eye open and saw Anna's face inches from mine. 

"Oh goody you're awake." 

How could I not be awake with a kangaroo of sorts jumping all over me. The bed shook again, and I saw Michael jumping up and down too. He said, "Mummy says it's time for you to get up." 

I groaned and heard Simone saying from the bathroom, "No, what I said was would you please wake Andy up gently. Not bounce him out of bed. Go and get him a cup of coffee from Lise please. Remember your manners. Tell her 'thank you.'" 

There was the sound of feet scampering away and peace returned to the cabin. Mother of god I'd forgotten what it was like to be woken by children, and it's an experience I wouldn't trade for anything. 

Simone stood in the doorway of the bathroom wrapped in a towel. "Are you regretting falling in love with me yet?"

"Who says I fell in love with you, I just want your children." 

She laughed and threw the wet towel at me, leaving her deliciously naked for a few seconds. 

Anna walked into the cabin carefully balancing a mug of coffee on a tray. "Aunty Lise says you need to get up or she is throwing your breakfast away." She placed the mug by the bed and skipped off back to the galley 

I swung my legs over the side of the bed and sat sipping my mug of coffee. "How sure are you about this thing with Lise?" I asked. 

"As sure as I knew I wanted my children back, and you at my side for the rest of my life. Why are you having second thoughts?" 

"Nooo..., I'm just scared that you might think that I love you less because of her." 

"And do you?" 

"No, if anything I love you more. How do I explain it? She's like a catalyst, an amplifier of our love." 

She sat down beside me, combing through her damp hair. "When she asked us, my first thought was 'hell no, you're not stealing my man'. Then we talked and I realised it wasn't you she wanted but both of us. She doesn't see us as individuals but as a couple and it's the couple she wants to be with." 

"I think I know what you're saying, I'm going to miss her when she's in Paris. I think I see a lot of trips to Paris in our future." 

She smiled at the thought and started to get dressed. I headed to the shower and had a quick wash before dressing and joining the others for breakfast. 

I found them sitting around the table in the wheelhouse. The table was spread with a platter of cold meats and cheese and plate of warm croissants. There were fresh butter and fruit preserves, and of course orange juice and coffee.

Anna stood up so I could slide in beside Simone and she sat down on my other side. 

Anna asked, "When does my big sister get here?" 

"In about a couple of hours I think," I replied. "We can walk up to the chateau when we finish here and meet them if you'd like?" 

Simone said, "We can have a look at our new home on the way and you can decide which bedrooms will be yours." 

"Does Aunty Lise get to pick one as well?" Anna asked. 

The three adults looked at each other in amusement. I said, "I think we could do that, she's going to need a room for when she comes to stay." I felt Lisette kick me under the table, and saw her stick her tongue at me. 

Simone said, "In fact for the next couple of nights she's going to have to sleep on the sofa or in our cabin because her new flat in Paris isn't ready, and we need her cabin for Kirsten and Christine." 

Michael said, "Aunty Lisette can have my bed if she wants to?" 

His mother looked like she was considering his offer, "No, I don't think that will work as you need to be in bed much earlier than Lise. But that was a very kind offer, thank you Michael." And she rubbed his head affectionately. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Lise give a sigh of relief. 

Simone looked at the scattered remains on the table and asked if we were all finished. We were, so Lise and the children cleaned up the table while I quickly tidied up the galley. 

"Could you move your bags to our cabin please," Simone asked Lise. "And Anna could you help me get the cabin ready for our guests?" 

"Yes mummy." 

"Michael, could you give me a hand please," I asked. "I need to lift the floor in the wheelhouse so I can check the engine and the batteries." 

He looked intrigued and followed me to the wheelhouse. I unlatched the floor panels and lifted them out of the way and dropped down into the engine compartment. I held my hand and Michael joined me. 

"We need to check the oil levels, and the battery charge indicators." I said as I pointed, "And these tanks hold the fuel, water and waste, and we need to check that there are no leaks."

"What this?" He asked, pointing. 

"That's the prop shaft. It takes the power from the engine and makes the propeller turn, and that, in turn, makes the boat go forward." 

We spent a few minutes male bonding, as he poked and prodded around the engine bay. I got him to check the oil level with the dipstick, and we cleaned the cooling water intake filters. I lifted him out and pulled myself up, and he helped me replace and secure the floor panels. 

Simone smiled at us and mouthed thank you to me as he bounced over to her and started to tell her all about the engine. 

Anna was anxious to move, she couldn't wait to meet my daughter. We locked up and the five of us started walking up the dirt track through the vineyards. The grape picking was in full swing and we saw several teams of pickers at work. 

Gaston saw us and waved and strolled over and greeted us. 

He said, "It's going to be a good harvest, it looks like it's going be a vintage year." He cut a small bunch of grapes from the nearest vine and we all tasted them. Simone nodded and agreed with him. To be honest they just tasted like grapes to me, a bit sharper than the eating varieties I was used to. 

He pointed up the road, "Your father is checking the grapes in the reserved field." We looked and we could see George with his back to us as he checked the grapes. Simone called out and he turned and waved. The children ran up to their grandfather and they hugged him. 

As we walked up to him, my phone rang. It was Kirsten confirming that they were about an hour away. I gave the news to the others, and after greeting Simone's father we carried on walking up the track. 

I was holding Simone's hand, and Lise had Anna's. Michael kept running a few meters then waiting for us. We decided we had the time to check up on the progress the builders were making on our new home. 

The new kitchen was partially installed, and the kids and Lise ran upstairs to claim their bedrooms. Michael and Anna chose the two at the back that shared a bathroom. They insisted that Lise had the larger one that had its own bathroom. 

There was a large hole in the garden and I had to explain to Simone that it was for my koi carp pond. They had already installed the hot tub and had started building the barbecue. 

Lise appeared with tears in her eyes, "I'm going to be so happy here, thank you for letting me be part of your family." 

Simone hugged and kissed her. Then we showed her our bedroom and the large en-suite bathroom, with its whirlpool bath and large shower. 

I came up behind them putting my arms round them. "Do you think we will be able to keep clean in here?" 

Simone giggled, "Why, what do you think we will be doing to need all this?"

Lise laughed and said, "If you don't know then I think we will have to show you." She turned to us and lavished kisses onto both of us. 

We were interrupted by the children, who didn't seem fazed at all by our visible affection for one another. Anna was tugging on my arm reminding me that we need to get up to the chateau to meet Kirsten. The walk only took five minutes and we were soon settled down in the kitchen as Sarah made a fuss of the children. 

Twenty minutes later I got a call. "Dad are you sure I'm supposed to drive up the drive? There's a lot of people and tractors and trailers here. There's a man that doesn't want me drive up." 

"Of course you can, I don't know why he's stopping you?"

Simone overheard the conversation and held her hand out for my phone. "Kirsty please find this idiot and give him the phone." She waited a few moments tapping her foot. 

I heard a tinny 'Oui' from the phone and Simone launched into the poor man. After thirty seconds she handed my phone back to me and I gingerly put it to my ear. 

"Dad you there?" 

"Yes."

"What did she say?"

"No idea, why?" 

"The guy is running around telling people we are the guests of the 'Contessa' and to clear the road. Who's the Contessa dad?" 

I got a unsettling feeling in the pit of my stomach, "Did you say 'Contessa'?" I looked over at Simone to see the colour leach from her face and then she looked down at her hands that were clasped together in her lap. 

I said, "Hey I need to go, I'll see you in a couple of minutes," and I hung up. 

I sat down at the table and looked at her. She wouldn't look me in the eye, and so I asked, "Is there something you would like to tell me? Who's the Contessa? I thought we agreed there would be no more secrets between us." 

Simone still wouldn't look at me and I could hear a quiver in her voice as she replied. "I'm the Contessa, I didn't want to scare you away, I do love you."

"I know you love me, and you know I love you. But why do you keep thinking you need to hide things from me. It just upsets and hurts me that you don't feel you can tell me everything."

She came and sat on my lap and kissed me with a hint of desperation. "Really it's just a title. It was my grandmothers, she was Italian. When she died it passed on to my mother and then to me. Anna will inherit it. Although I suppose if I adopt Kirsty the title could go to her or maybe to both." 

"Christ, don't tell her that, she'll be unbearable to live with." I hugged her, "Let's go and meet our daughter darling. We'll talk about this later and discuss your punishment." 

She jumped up and whispered in my ear, "Yes, master." Then she kissed me and we all walked around to the front of the chateau. There was something in the way she moved that made me think that there was more to this revelation than she was telling me. The other thought I had was that Lisette didn't seem surprised by the latest revelation. 

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The girls arrive

We were just in time to see a dusty yellow VW Beatle convertible pull up. It was like time had stopped for me as two young women got out of the car. Kirsten was the spitting image of her mother when I first met her. Tall at five foot ten, long golden brown hair that reached halfway down her back. Piercing blue eyes and a smile that lit up the world. Christine was a younger version of the Julia I remember from our earlier days. My moment of reflection was broken by Anna running up to Kirsten and hugging her.

Kirsten picked her up and Anna wrapped her arm round her neck. Kirsten said, "So you are my new sister are you?" 

"Yes I'm Anna, and you're very pretty - the prettiest person I've ever seen." 

"Thank you, and you're just as pretty in person, as you are on the computer." She carried her over to me and the three of us hugged. "Hi dad, love you, and I've missed you," she said as I stroked her hair.

"You're just as beautiful as your mother," I said with a catch in my voice. I saw a tear form in her eye, and I kissed it away. "I love you, come and meet Simone, who it seems is the mysterious Contessa." I lifted Anna from her and turned to Simone. 

There was a brief hesitation, then they were in a deep hug. I turned to Christine who had come over to us. "Hi Chrissy, god you've changed for the best." 

"It's been four years Uncle Andy." 

"You know you look like you mother did the first time I met her."

"You mean on your birthday, when she said she was your present."

"Christ, Chrissy she didn't tell you that story did she?" 

She laughed, "No, dad did, she just told me the bit about you unwrapping her later."

I went red and she laughed again, and then hugged and kissed me. "My mother loves you, it's something I think I've always known. And the fact that dad loves you too and is ok with it means I'm happy as well."

She looked up at me and said, "It wasn't until I joined the 'family' and I read the messages that I understood why mum and dad loved you and Ros so much. 

She looked down and said quietly, "It also explains why I love you and your daughter so much."

"I will admit I was a bit surprised when your parents told me that you two were together, happy but surprised."

"We are really happy together but I don't think you can call us lesbians, we are both much more bi-curious with a preference for women. We still like the occasional man and have shared the odd one."

I laughed, "That's probably too much information for this old man." 

I put my arm around her and we walked over to join the others. Lise came and kissed Chrissy. Poor Michael looked like he had his first case of puppy love. He was looking at Christine with a soppy expression and following her around. I smiled and pointed it out to Simone. 




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Gaston arrived in the pickup and we loaded the girls' bags in the back. He and Michael took them back to Rosie while the rest of us settled down for a drink and a snack on the terrace. George appeared and Simone introduced him. 

"Is it always as crazy as this when you are picking the grapes," I asked. 

"It shouldn't be, Gaston is a master at this. But his usual assistant is in hospital and his replacement isn't up to the job." He turned to Kirsten and Christine, "I'm sorry for the confusion at the gate." The girls told him that it wasn't a problem. 

"So what's the plan for the next few days dad," Kirsten asked. 

I said, "Lise and the children are staying with us until Monday morning. Lise is going to university in Paris and the kids go back to school. Then it's just the four of us for the next week or so. Simi and I are flying to Dubai the Wednesday before you leave. We are going to stay with Peter and Angie. So you two get the last few days on your own."

I turned to George, "I want to head down to St. Raphael this afternoon. Are you going to be ok with picking the children up from there on Monday morning?"

"That's fine, is eight o'clock ok? Do you want me to get the car to pick up Lise from there as well?" 

"Yes please," she said. "At ten o'clock if you could. We will need to collect a couple of boxes from my sisters flat on the way. The rest of my stuff is in Paris in storage at the halls of residence." 

George said, "If you give her a call, the driver will collect them before he picks you up."

"She's not there...hmm let me think. My uncle has got a key, I'll give him a call and the driver can collect them from the cafe in the morning."

"That's settled then."

Simone looked around, "Are we all done? If so I suggest we head back to Rosie." 

She turned to her father, "Papa, I'm going to book a table for us at the restaurant for this evening. Why don't you and Rachael join us? You can get to know your new granddaughter." 

George looked at Kirsten with a bemused expression. "Of course, I'd forgotten that you will be my granddaughter after the wedding." He smiled, "And you are going to be a beautiful addition to the family." Kirsten blushed and stammered her thanks. 

George offered to call David at the restaurant and book the table, and we all agreed to meet there at seven-thirty. On that note we took our leave and rounding the children up, we walked back to the river and Rosie. 

As we walked we spread out into three little groups. Anna and Michael were holding Christine's hands and pointing out all the sights. Simone and Lise were arm in arm, and Kirsten and I were trailing along in the rear.

Kirsten said, "I've not seen you this happy for years, you do love her don't you!" 

"She's the first person I've felt like this with since your mother died. A part of me died then and now Simone has resurrected it." 

She kissed me, "I'm so happy for you, and I know mum would have been as well." 

We walked in silence for a few moments before she said, "But I have to ask, how Lise fits into all of this?" 

"God I'm not sure myself, I just know that we love her. She's like a catalyst that binds the three of us together, and she feels like part of us." 

I was quiet for a few seconds and added, "She asked us if she could live full time with us when she finishes university."

"Live or...?"

I replied, "As our lover and we said yes."

"Are you both sure it's the right decision?" 

"I am and I know Simone is, so much that we've decided to give her an engagement or commitment ring." 

"Then I'm happy for you, have you told the children yet?" 

"Not yet, but they like her so I think that when we finally tell them it I don't think it will be a big issue." 

She asked, "So do you know why she didn't tell you she's a Contessa?"

"No, not yet, she must have her reasons. I just wish she'd felt comfortable enough to tell me earlier. You know how I feel about surprises! I suspect she's a little embarrassed by the title, but I'll find out soon." 

"Oh god yes. I remember your surprise fortieth birthday party. You walked out of the house, and it took Uncle Pete and Mike two hours to find you and get you to come back." 

"Which reminds me," I said, "Why you didn't tell me about Christine, you know I wouldn't have objected. I don't judge that way, and I love her parents." 

"I know dad, you were busy with Rosie and I didn't want to say anything until I knew it wasn't a passing fad." I put my arm around her and kissed the top of her head.

We fell silent until we reached Rosie. We got Kirsten and Christine settled in. Michael and Anna wanted to show them where everything was. Simi, Lise, and I sat down in the main cabin waiting for them. I could hear Anna showing them their bunk beds. Anna's last words were informative, "And this is Mummy and Andy's cabin. Aunty Lise will be sleeping in here with them for the weekend, otherwise she'd have to sleep on the sofa." 

"Do you like your Aunty Lise?" Christine carefully asked. 

Michael replied, "She's great, she's going to live with us in the new house. We are going to be one big family."

The three of us smiled and Lise whispered, "At least I don't have to go back to a cold bed in the morning."

My daughter came and sat beside me and whispered, "I didn't have the heart to tell them I've been here before, they were having so much fun showing us around. It's fun having a new younger brother and sister. They're so cute." 

She laughed, "Chris is going to be happy, and he's not the youngest now." 

Michael asked, "Are we ready to go? You said I could steer her next time."

"Come on then let's go and get Rosie ready and she's all yours." 

The children and I went to the wheelhouse. After I got them to put on their life jackets, we started the engines and cast off. I sat Anna on the worktop beside the controls, and I stood behind Michael as he held the wheel. 

We set off downstream, heading for St Raphael. This stretch of water was becoming familiar to me so it was fairly easy for me to talk to the children and watch Michael's steering at the same time. One by one the others joined us. Simone and Lise had changed into ships uniform, adding a bikini top to the shorts because of the children. The both doffed their captain's hats.

Kirsten and Chrissy wore bikinis to take advantage of the sun to work on their tans. Well I call them bikinis but three tiny triangles of fabric and some string was a better description. Chrissy had brought them over from Australia, she called them Wicked Weasels or some such name. I got the wicked part, not a clue about the weasel bit. 

The four women settled down on the rear deck to talk and sunbathe. Lise removed the rear windows from the wheelhouse so we could talk without shouting. There was quite an animated discussion going on between them, but every time they saw me looking they would stop. The only thing I heard was Lise telling Simone that she should have talked to me earlier, and that she was a fool to think it would worry me. 

I let Anna use my camera and she spent the next hour happily filling a memory card. Michael was concentrating on keeping Rosie in a straight line. He was happy to talk about school, and it was obvious that he preferred the new one. He reminded me that he was playing football on Friday and we'd agreed to watch. 

"Of course we are coming," I said. "All of us except Lise, she's going to be in Paris." 

Lisette heard and said, "I'm sorry Michael, I have classes in the morning I have to attend. But hopefully Andy will take lots of photos and send them to me." I said yes. 

The conversation between the sunbathers seemed to have finished. I did notice Simone kept looking at me. I would smile at her and she would smile back, but it was obvious that there was something on her mind. Finally Lise and Simone came and stood beside me, watching Michael. 

Simone said to me, "Can Lise watch Michael so we can talk?" 

"Sure." I gave her a worried look. I showed Lise where we were on the map, then I followed Simone to our cabin. 

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ 

Crime and punishment

She sat down on the bed and patted a space beside her, "Please sit down I don't want to have to look up at you while we talk." 

I sat down, "This sounds serious love." 

She looked at me with a tear in her eye, "I'm so sorry I didn't tell you about the title, it's not something I like think about a lot. But I promised you I would never hide anything from you and I've broken my promise." 

"The title is not important, I just don't understand why you thought you needed to hide the fact." 

"But it is important to me that I didn't trust you. The damn title was one of the reasons that Bernard wanted to marry me. It gave him reflected kudos." 

"Ohh," and that explained a lot, I put my arm around her and she allowed her head to rest against my chest. The stupid title, I thought, why had I made a fuss about it? It made no difference to the way I loved her. I was thinking so hard I almost miss the next words she quietly said.

"When we met and I realised I was falling in love with you. I was scared that if you found out about the title you might love it rather than me. I know it's not true but by the time I realised that I'd already made the decision not to tell you. It just seemed easier to carry on not mentioning it. My mother never wanted to use it, and I didn't want to either." 

I kissed her and she desperately kissed me back. "It doesn't make a difference does it?" She asked. 

"Of course not, Simone you are going to be my wife, you are my lover and I love you. I can't imagine why a silly title could ever change that. The proudest day of my life will be when we stand together and say our vows and I can call you Mrs Morton."

"Oh god, I love you." She stood up and rooted around in one of the drawers. She came back to me and knelt at my feet. 

She bowed her head and held out her hands hiding something in them. "Andy...Master! I've been bad and I need to be punished." She turned her hand over and presented me with the larger of the two jewelled butt plugs that Angie and Peter had given us.

"Please I need to be punished. You have to smack me, then put this in me and leave it in so I don't forget how much you love me and not my stupid title." 

I took it and turned it over in my hand. I said, "This is going to be uncomfortable." 

"Of course it's going to be uncomfortable, that's the damn point, I hope it hurts. I need a reminder of how much I've screwed up. I keep forgetting just how much you love me." 

She stood up and in complete silence pulled her shorts and panties down, stepping out of them. She found a towel and carefully folded it and placed it over my knees. She closed and locked the door and came and knelt on the floor beside me. She took hold of my head, kissing me passionately. 

She whispered to me, "Darling you need to remember there is absolutely nothing that you can do to me that will make me love you any less than I do now."

She arranged herself over my knees, she turned her head and said, "Not six, I want twelve and they need to be hard." She picked up her panties from the floor and stuffed them in her mouth. She pushed her bottom up and spread her legs.

I wasn't going to tease her. Twelve measured slaps sounded out as I hit first one then the other ass cheek. Each slap was followed by a moan muffled by her panties. By the time last one sounded out, the towel and my legs were soaked with the evidence of her arousal. 

I ran my fingers over her swollen kitty lips and she spat her panties out of her mouth. She groaned as my fingers slid inside her and she pushed against them. I found the slight roughness of her G spot and my fingers caressed it. 

She shuddered and her thighs trembled. "Oh god, please Andy I need to cum." 

She seized my free hand and was squeezing it hard. My fingers kept moving inside her, and her groans grew more vocal. She push up against my hand, and my thumb rubbing her erect clit. Her groans turned into long drawn out whimpers as her orgasm built up then washed over her. 

She gasped out, "Ohh fuck, fuuuck, I love you." And my hand was drenched as her juice flooded out. 

Simone went limp, little shudders coursing through her as I kept my fingers moving extending her orgasm. I removed my fingers and she moaned at her loss. I took the butt plug and pushed it into her cunt to her delight. She bucked against it and I used it on her like a dildo until she came hard a second time. 

I pushed the well-lubricated butt plug against the muscular ring of her ass. She took a sharp deep breath in, and then let it out slowly as the tip penetrated her ass. I inched it in until it was firmly seated and she gave out a deep groan. 

She slid off my knees, wincing as she settled back on her thighs. She looked at me and whispered, "Your turn," and she unzipped my shorts pulling them down so that my semi erect cock bounced free. She enveloped the head and I felt it grow and harden in the warmth of her mouth. I flopped back on the bed and enjoyed the feelings as she sucked and licked me to the release I desperately needed. I came filling her mouth with my jism, Simi looked at me contentedly as she swallowed my load. She crawled up beside me and we cuddled and kissed for a while. 

She nibbled my ear lobe whispering, "I love you master." 

"I thought I was your dirty old man."

"You're both, my dirty old man, and my master." 

There was a knock on the door and Lise called out. I got up and unlocked the door and let her in. 

"Who's with Michael at the controls," I asked.

"Christine, she's sailed with her parents for years so it's fine." 

She looked at Simone, lying on her belly, with her legs open. The inside of her thighs glistening with her juices, and the end of the butt plug was clearly visible between her glowing ass cheeks. 

"God what's that in your ass," she asked Simone. 

She replied, "My punishment, my Master has been kind to me." She touched it and whimpered. She got up and picked up the box and showed Lisette the smaller second butt plug. Lise could see from the empty space that the one in Simone's ass was a lot larger than the one she held. 

Lise flushed and she licked her lips. She looked at me with a pleading expression and held the second butt plug out to me. "Please ... Master, will you put this in me? I need punishing too. I knew that Simone was the Contessa and I didn't tell you."

"But you thought I knew, didn't you?" She nodded.

"Ok, your punishment is the butt plug, but you don't deserve any smacks." 

I held my hand out and she placed it in my hand. Her shorts were off moments later, and she wasn't wearing any panties. I motioned to Lisette, and she moved close to me so I could reach her. I held up the second butt plug for her to see. Then I licked it and slid it into her dripping pussy, pulling it out after it was well lubricated with her juices. 

I told Lise to kneel on the bed and Simone pulled her ass cheeks apart exposing the puckered pink rose. I bent forward and ran the tip of my tongue around moistening and teasing, and she gasped. I took the slick butt plug and gently pushed the tip passed the tight opening. Lise growled in a mixture of pain and pleasure, her hands clenching at the bed cover. Simone lay beside her and they kissed. 

I paused and Lise said from between clenched teeth, "No, don't stop, push it all the way in."

I twisted and pushed and it slid past the resistance of the anal sphincter until just the flared base was visible and she gasped and then sighed in relief. She turned round and we kissed. 

She said, "That feels so different and fucking hot. I feel like I want to push it out." 

I looked at them, "You can't take them out until I say so, and no panties!" 

"Yes Master," they both replied. 

We all headed for the shower to wash of any evidence of our playtime. Before we got dressed Lise and I gently rubbed some soothing cream onto Simone's red buttocks, and she sighed in relief. 

They both dressed in loose dresses to hide the fact they weren't wearing panties. 

Before we joined the others I hugged the pair of them. I slid my hands under their dresses and caressed their asses and tapped the butt plugs. I said, "You know that this master stuff is just a game, and I'd never do anything you didn't want?"

Simone said, "We know you love us, but who says it's a game Master." And Lise nodded in agreement. Christ what had I got myself into now? 

Back in the wheelhouse I took over the controls from Michael and Chrissy. Anna and Kirsten were sunbathing and talking on deck. Lise and Simone brought us all drinks and snacks, and Lise offered to take the controls so I could sit with the others for a bit. She winced a bit as she settled down on the Captain's chair and I smiled and gave her a kiss. 

Simone lay down on the other sun bed and her daughter came and curled up beside her. Simone's look of happiness lit up her face as Anna gently stroked her mother's hair. 

Anna said, "I'm so happy now. I hated the old school. I have you again and a new family. Thank you mummy." She jumped and came and sat on my lap, "Thank you daddy," and kissed my cheek. I heard a little sob from Simone, I looked up quickly but she shook her head and smiled happily. 

We all settled down, we would get to St Raphael in a couple of hours. I joined Simone on the sun bed. Kirsten had joined Lise at the controls to talk and Chrissy was asleep on the other sun bed. Anna spread a towel on the deck beside Chrissy to lie on as she read a book. Michael was at the table playing a game on the laptop. 

Simone curled up beside me, her head resting on my shoulder, her fingers gently caressing the arm I'd wrapped round her. She whispered to me, "I'm so happy that the children like you, I felt like crying when she called you daddy." 

I kissed her and she sighed contentedly. "I want you to fuck my ass tonight," she whispered, "and so does Lise." 

I smiled and whispered back, "Is that right, Lise wants to fuck your ass?" 

She giggled, "No silly, she wants you to be her first anal fuck. Oh, and she wants us to stay with her the night before we go to Dubai. I think she wants to show us off to her friends." 

I let my hand drift down her back and slide up under her dress to fondle her ass and play with the plug in her ass. A little moan escaped her lips. "Oh god you bastard, don't let the children see what you are doing." I removed my hand and she groaned. "I didn't say stop," and she put my hand back.

I kept playing with her ass and the butt plug, and she hid her face against me to muffle her moans. My fingers grew slick with her juices and I felt her shudder as a gentle orgasm struck. I licked my fingers coated in her passion and marvelled at the taste of an aroused woman. She looked at me and smiled contentedly. 

"I love you Master," she whispered and giggled to herself. Then she shoed me off the sun bed saying, "Go and give Lise a cuddle." 

In the wheelhouse I found Kirsten sitting next to Michael as they played a game together on the laptop. Lise was humming to herself as she listened to my iPod, her hands gently resting on the ship's wheel. She jumped as my lips caressed the back of her neck, turning her head to kiss me. I glanced across the gauges and everything looked ok. 

Lise tapped the chart and said, "We should get to St Raphael in about an hour." Then she took my hand and slid it up under her dress and between her thighs and I could feel the slickness of her arousal. 

She whispered, "This fucking thing in my ass is making me feel so hot. When we dock you better put me out of my misery." 

There were no boats close to us so I decided to have some fun. "Let's see what we can do for you now." 

I checked that nether of the children could see what I was about to do. Michael had joined his mother and Anna on the deck. I let my fingers slide to the top of her thighs and she spread her legs welcoming them into her. My fingers tips found her sweet spot and she gasped and clutched my arm, her head bent forward. 




Tales of Dirty Old Man Ch. 12



With one eye on the river, I moved my fingers in that wonderful come here motion that hit Lise's G-spot. The butt plug had been holding her on the edge, and my fingers were the last straw. She clasped her hand over her mouth to muffle her cries, as she rocked in the chair cuming over my hand. Her soft passage held my fingers tight and her thighs closed holding my wrist captive. 

She raised her face to mine and our mouths met in a deep sensual kiss. Her eyes glowed as she whispered, "Thank you Master," then she giggled and said, "I love you, did Simi tell you what I want you to do to me tonight?" 

"You mean kiss the back of your knees, and paint you with chocolate?" 

"What?" And then she laughed. 

I said, "Yes, she mentioned your perverted desires to me, and if you're a good girl I may oblige." 

"Oh, I'll be good, wicked good," and she raised my pussy juice coated fingers to her mouth and licked them clean as she stared at me in a sexy way. 

"By the way do we have any chocolate sauce?" She asked with a licentious grin. She looked down at herself and her passion smeared thighs. "I'm a mess I need a shower. Can you take over here please Andy?" 

I kissed her and shooed her off to get clean. I had to give the chair a wipe before I could sit down. In another twenty minutes I saw St Raphael appearing round the bend in the river. I let the others know and Kirsten and Christine slipped shorts and a tee shirt on over their bikinis. 

With Michael and Chrissy's help it wasn't long before we were safely moored up along the town wall.

Simone said, "I just got a text from my father, they will meet us at the restaurant at seven-thirty."

I looked at my watch, it was only five o'clock so we had lots of time to get ready. I could see the women in a little huddle. I guess that my daughter and Chrissy wanted to know if they needed to dress up for the meal tonight. 

It took us all a couple of hours to get ready, five adults and two children was stretching Rosie's resources to the limit, and we all learnt that there wasn't a lot of privacy on a boat. I don't know who was more embarrassed when Lise dressed only in a towel round her waist walked in on Michael in the shower. That's going to be an issue as there are two doors into the bathroom, I'm going to need to remind everyone that they need to lock the doors when they are in the bathroom.

Michael and I were waiting in the lounge for the girls to appear, I'd wisely abandoned my cabin after I'd showered to Simone, Lise and Anna. I'd dressed casually in chinos and sports shirt. 

My daughter and Christine arrived first and again it was like the clock had been turned back. I almost called them by their mother's names. They saw the expression on my face and the tear that formed in the corner of my eye. The two of them drew me into a long hug. 

"I miss her too dad," she whispered. 

"You'd make her very proud darling." 

I looked at both of them, "I haven't said this to you before to both of you but I'm so happy for you." I turned to my daughter, "My only complaint young lady is that you didn't feel you could tell me earlier. You're not too old that I can't put you over my knee and spank you." 

Chrissy looked shocked, but Kirsten smiled and said, "You never know I might enjoy that, I know mum did!"

Chrissy gasped, and my daughter laughed and told her, "You need to talk to your mother and ask her what she felt when she was over my dad's knee." 

She looked at me with an open mouth, and I grinned. "You never did?" she said.

"That's something you need to ask your mother." 

I kissed both of them and Kirsten went over to Michael to talk. Anna and Lisette appeared, Lise looking absolutely beautiful in a short royal blue silk dress. Anna was wearing a peach dress, and she showed hints of the beautiful woman that she was going to become. 

Her mother walked into the cabin and my heart missed a beat. Her golden hair was pulled up on top of her head leaving her long elegant neck exposed. She wore a tight linen skirt that stopped mid-thigh and a gold silk top that left most of her back exposed. 

I smiled and she came and kissed me. I asked, "Have you both obeyed my instructions?" 

She whispered in my ear, "Yes Master, no lingerie except our stockings." 

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Diner games 

We walked the short distance to the restaurant and David the owner met us at the door. It was nice to see him again and there was hugs and kisses all round. We introduced them to Kirsten and Christine and of course they melted with his charm. There were too many of us for our usual table so instead we were led to a large round table set to the side of the main room. George and Rachael were already seated and we greeted them happily. Introductions were made to Rachael and we all settled down round the table. 

I realized that there was an extra chair and that David was in a suit, not his customary chef's whites. George explained that he'd invited David to join us. I was sat between Simone and Lise at the rear of the table. 

I was intrigued that they both carefully folded a napkin and placed it on their chairs before easing their dresses up and sitting down. I raised an eyebrow in a question and Lise whispered, "Simone read about it in a book. We know we are going to 'leak' at some point tonight and we don't want to get damp patches on our dresses!" The tablecloth hid most of them from casual view. 

David was his usual charming self, talking to all the women. He had Anna and Michael laughing at his stories. Julian his son the chef came to the table and he was properly introduced to my daughter, Christine and Lisette. He invited us to enjoy his eight-course tasting menu. He came and pulled up a chair next to Simone and while she was happy to talk to him, she kept glancing in my direction and insisted that their conversation was in English. After ten minutes a crisis in the kitchen called him away. 

Simone whispered in my ear, "I might like him but it's you I love, and I'm never going to leave you." 

"You know it wasn't him, he was just the trigger for all my uncertainties at the time." 

"Well he's never going to trigger them again is he?" 

"No my love." 

"Good," and she sat back with a very satisfied expression on her face. 

Somehow I was left with the feeling that I'd just been played by a master. I was beginning to suspect that this whole meal was for my benefit and the look between her and Lise confirmed my suspicion. I let my hand drop to her leg and her legs opened for me to slide my fingers to the warmth at the top. She shivered as I touched her and I felt the moisture coating soft lips of her labia. I coated my finger and licked and tasted her dew. 

She whispered, "You do know that the desert course comes at the end of the meal!" 

Lise gave us an inquisitive look and I offered her my finger to taste. She grinned and licked her lips, "Hmm, one of my two favourite flavours." Her hand stole into her own lap and moments later a wet finger was in my mouth. I love the taste of my two lovers. Simone is sweet with a hint of exotic spice, Lise is sweeter but muskier.

The courses arrived and were eaten with the respect they deserved, each was a master class in Julian's culinary skills and it was easy to see why he had his Michelin Stars. Each course was served with a wine that enhanced and complimented the food. In respect to French custom even the children were offered a heavily watered down glass for them to taste.

The conversation ebbed and flowed until the main course was served. With it the wine waiter brought out a couple of bottles of the '76 family reserve. When each of us had a glass, George got to his feet. 

He looked around at us and said, "My friends, seeing my daughter happily sitting at the same table as me. Watching the way her new and old families are becoming one and knowing she's forgiven a foolish old man's stupidity, makes me so happy. My only regret Simone, mon chéri, is that your mother isn't here to see this." 

He raised his glass, "Helene." We all raised our glasses, I heard Simone's whispered 'Mummy', and I held her hand. 

He looked at me and smiled, "And Andrew, his love for my daughter has brought us to this place, and it's going to be my privilege to walk my daughter down the aisle... Err beach." A roll of laughter from around the table interrupted him briefly. "Thank you Andrew for bringing my daughter back to me." Again he raised his glass, "Andrew and Simone." 

We sat as the rest of the table stood and drank to us; we kissed to a round of applause. I stood and gave a quick reply and then we settled down to enjoy the rest of the meal. 

As I sat a new voice could be heard from the doorway. "Yes, let us raise our glasses to the whore and her pimp who stole my life and my children." 

Shit it was bloody Bernard. He stood in the doorway with half empty wine glass in one hand and a bottle in the other, it was obvious that he was drunk. As the room fell silent he took a sip and then threw the glass at the wall behind us where it shattered and showered us with broken glass.

Simone went white and I shouted at David and Lise over the screams to get the children out of there. Anna was shaking and sobbing as David scooped her up, and he followed Lisette as she pulled a wide-eyed Michael out of the room. 

He spat out, "I had it all, the business was going to be mine. The house was mine. The children had abandoned you. You were dead to your father, and all because I'd found a dick-head to corrupt you."

"Everything I had, my job, my home, my children, this whore has taken away from me." He starred at me, "And you got it all back for her, you fucking asshole."

He started walking towards us and I moved around the table to meet him before he could reach Simone. He was taller than me and he moved in a self-assured way that made me re-evaluate just how drunk he was. His eyes were clear and calculating, and I began to suspect he was trying to get me to react and assault him. 

He stepped sideways to get past me to confront Simone. I matched his move and for a few moments it looked like we were dancing. George came and stood beside me and he tried to reason with him. Bernard's response was to push him. George stumbled back crashing into a table, pulling the tablecloth with him as he fell to the floor. 

One of the waiters approached Bernard. He turned and lashed out with the wine bottle in his hand striking him across the side of his face. The waiter reeled back blood pouring down his face. I grabbed at Bernard's arm knocking the bottle out of his grip.  

"You fucking bastard," he growled, his hand lashing out at me causing me to dodge back. The next thing I saw was his other hand emerging from his jacket pocket clutching an automatic pistol. 

Fuck, I thought, and then I leapt forward as he tried to take aim at Simone. As my hand reached his and my fingers closed on the pistol, a shot rang out. I felt a burning sensation on my arm as the bullet ripped through my sleeve before hitting the wall beside Simone. 

I hung onto Bernard's arm forcing the gun into the air so that the second shot hit the ceiling. The next moment we were buried under several bodies as Julian and several of the chefs jumped on us, my head hit the stone floor and the room went black. 

It was several moments later before I regained my senses, my head was resting on Simone's lap. Kirsten was sitting beside her. One of the restaurant's other guests was at her side, and when he saw my eyes flutter open, he introduced himself as a doctor. As I looked around the room I saw Bernard being restrained by a pair of gendarmes and led out of the room in handcuffs. The doctor checked me over and was satisfied that I was only slightly concussed and while I was going to have a nice bump I was going to be ok. There was a red scrape along the inside of my wrist where the first bullet had grazed me.

I was trying to sit up when a senior police officer appeared. He seemed to know George and Julian by the way he greeted them. He and George spoke for a while, and then he conferred with some of his colleges. Finally, he came over to me and Simone, by now I was sitting at the table as the doctor cleaned the bullet graze. 

He spoke to Simone, "Madame, I've given your father permission to take the children home, their aunt and your friend Lisette are taking them back to the boat, but I need you and your fiancé to stay here for a while to answer a few questions. Would you like to see them before they leave so they can see that you are ok?"

"Please," she murmured, and followed an officer outside. 

He looked at my daughter and Christine, and asked who they were. 

I replied, "This is Kirsten, my daughter, and Christine, a family friend's daughter. They are staying with us for the next couple of weeks." 

He shook their hands and asked them to give a statement to one of his officers and then they could leave. He checked with the doctor that I was fine and both of us reassured him that I was fine. Simone returned and sat down beside me and we described the events of the evening to him. 

At the end he sat back in his chair and smiled at us. "We will need to get a psychiatric evaluation done on your husband Madame, but I see no reason to detain you. If you could come to the police station tomorrow morning to sign a statement you can leave now." 

He turned to me, "I need the police surgeon to document your injuries so I'd like you to come to the station now. We can take your statement at the same time." 

Simone decided to come with us and give her statement so we wouldn't need to worry about it tomorrow. 

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ 

Aftermath

It was past one in the morning when the police car dropped us off by Rosie. We found Lise, Kirsten and Christine waiting for us on the sofa in the main cabin, 

Lise jumped up and threw herself into my arms, and then hugged both of us. 

Kirsten said, "Christ, dad, you frigging scared us!"

Simone asked, "Michael and Anna, are they alright?" 

Lise replied, "They're fine, they didn't see anything after he threw the glass. David and I got them out through the kitchen and they didn't even hear the shots. We got them back here after the police said we could. Rachael put them to bed and gave them a mild sedative the doctor gave her. They are fast asleep. She's only just left, she said she'll come by in the morning to check up on them." 

Of course Simone had to check on them, quietly opening the cabin door. I peered over her shoulder, and we could see them tucked up in the bunk beds. We came back looking relived. 

Lisette said, "So what are they going to do with Bernard?"

I responded, "They say they need to get a psychiatric evaluation done. It looks like they are going to charge him attempted murder, but nothing's been decided yet. They've got our statements and if it ever gets to trial they will need us as witnesses."  

Christine and Kirsten came over to Simone and I. Kirsten said, "Dad, did you hear what Bernard said about finding someone to corrupt Simone?" 

"I heard him say something, but I wasn't paying that much attention to what he was saying, rather what he looked like he was about to do." 

Simone whispered, "Shit Andy, do you think he set me up and then got Robert to make me fall for him?"

"It would explain a lot, everything did seem to fall in place very easily for Bernard and Robert. I think I'm going to have a word with Pete about getting someone to investigate Robert." 

After the long traumatic events of the day Kirsten and Christine were eager to get to bed, so they said goodnight and disappeared in the direction of their cabin. 

The three of us sat down on the sofa Lise handed us each a nightcap, I sat in the middle and they curled up on either side of me. 

I said, "Well, we've had better nights out haven't we!"

"Why do you think he did it?" Lise asked. 

Simone said, "I don't know, I just want to put it behind us. All I could think was that he was going to take my family away from me again." She started to weep, and Lise and I hugged her. 

I kissed away her tears and she smiled at us. "How's my wounded soldier?" 

"Sore and I feel stupid that I managed to knock myself silly hitting the floor." 

I sat back and sipped at my drink, "We have the rest of the weekend before Lise needs to go back to the Sorbonne, let's enjoy the time we have left." I kissed Simone, then Lise. Lise took my hand and placed it on her breast, and I slid the other under Simone's top and ran my fingers along the curve of her breast. 

Lise lent forward and unzipped her dress and slid it down to her waist so I could touch her nipples. They grew hard under my circling fingers

Lise said, "Shit, I don't want to go, oh I know I need to go, I'm just not looking forward to it. Will you come and visit me as often as possible?" 

"Of course we will," Simone said, as I sucked Lise nipple into my mouth. 

"Ohh god," she whimpered. "Do you know that my nipple is directly connected to my cunt?" 

"Hmmm," I murmured with my mouth full. 

She looked at us, "I'm really worried that I'm going to miss the sex too much that I might do something I'll regret and put our relationship at risk." 

Simone said, "You still don't fully understand the concept of the 'family' do you? Lise looked at her slightly confused. Simone turned to me, "You understand this better than I do, and god you created most of the concepts!" 

So I continued, "As the three of us have agreed that we are in a relationship within the 'family'. It's important that if you find someone you want to sleep with you need ask our approval first. I can't imagine we would say no but we all need to follow the guidelines. And most importantly you must observe the 'family's' safe sex rules for affairs outside the 'family'." 

She grinned, "Absolutely no unprotected sex!" 

I smiled at her, "We will do the same to you if we ever find ourselves in the same situation." 

She looked apprehensive, "And if I say no?" she asked. 

"Then nothing will happen," Simone replied. Then she groaned as my fingers found their way completely under her top to caress her breast. 

I had a thought, "Have you set your 'family' boundaries yet?" 

She nodded, "Kirsty helped me set them. I said I would consider sex with anyone in the 'family' if you two were with me and ok with it." Then she looked at me and said, "I said no anal except with you." 

I raised my eyebrows. 

"Yes, I know we haven't yet," she said, "But I was sorta hoping and before this evening it looked like I was going to get lucky." 

I grinned, "I think there's still a good chance you will still get lucky." Lise blushed and smiled. 

Simone asked, "Are you alright with our 'family' boundaries?" 

"Yes, I'm good with them. It's so nice that we are free to enjoy the 'family' if we want, but we don't have to if we don't want to." 

I said, "And that the family in a nutshell, we support and love each other. The passion we have for the other members of the 'family' is just one of the ways we show that." 

Lise smiled, "Well this member of the 'family' would like her lovers to take her to bed and ravish her before the children wake up. I haven't had this plug up my ass all day so I can just get a good night's sleep."

I stood up and held my hands out to my two lovers and pulled them up from the sofa. Lise's dress slid to the floor and she stepped out of it. She walked in front of us to the cabin dressed only in her thigh high stockings and her heels. I picked up her dress and Simone and I followed her with our arms around each other. 

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Recovering our love

As I walked in Lise had settled down on the bed. Simi turned to face me and stood waiting for me to undress her. She knows that I like to unwrap my presents slowly. I took the bottom of her top in my hands and slowly began to lift it up. As I did so I bent and kissed the skin as it was exposed. Slowly working my way up as more of her skin became available to my questing mouth. Each kiss was greeted with a tiny moan of appreciation. 




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I reached the soft curve of the underside of her breasts. I ran my tongue along the curve until I found her hard nipples. I sucked first one then the other into my mouth. Her moans became a groan and she shivered under my fingertips. She raised her arms and her top completed its journey to the floor. 

As I stood there with Simone in my arms, a pair of ghostly hands slid round me and undid the buttons on my shirt. I shrugged it off with Lise's help, and I felt Simone's hard nipples boring into the flesh of my chest. I knelt and unzipped the skirt and began the process in reverse, slowly pulling it down and kissing her belly as it appeared. My tongue found the tiny down trail that starts below her belly button and leads to the thin strip of her kitty fur and followed it down to the top of her slit. As my tongue delved into her slit, her fingers grasped my hair holding my head still. 

She moaned, "Oh god, oh god I love you." And stepped out of the skirt as it pooled around her feet. She sank down to her knees and clutched tight her mouth glued to mine. 

At my lovers' urging I stood and their hands removed my trousers and briefs. I gasped as my cock freed from its constraints sprang out and gently slapped Simone's face. She laughed and grasped the shaft, her mouth enveloping the fat head, her tongue running round the groove between shaft and the glans. 

Lise pulled me on to the bed and Simi crawled up beside me. "This young lady wanted to be ravished," she reminded me. She reached to the bedside table and waved a bottle of lube at me. 

"Ohh yes, I knew there was something I'd forgotten," I said. Lise playfully punched my arm. Christ, I must remember never to get her pissed with me as it hurt. 

We started to caress and fondle Lise, and it wasn't long before she was writhing and moaning under our joint assault. Simone was sucking and nibbling on her breasts and I was between her legs licking her labia and teasing clit as it rose from its hiding place. My fingers appeared like magic inside her, seeking and finding her sweet spot. She bucked and gasped under our combined effort. Her gasps coming louder and faster until she came, her orgasm racking her body. 

She lay back between us gathering her wits, her hands casually stroking our bodies and she sighed in contentment. Then she turned over and wriggled her butt in the air. 

She looked at me with desire in her eyes, "Now please can we fuck my ass, I've been waiting all day for this."

Simone kissed Lisette then smiled and smacked her ass, Lise went, "Ohhhh," and raised her ass even higher. 

I picked up the lube and handed it to Simone. Then before I could remove Lise's butt plug, Simone stooped me. "I want to get under her, I want to suck her clit and watch your cock as you fuck her from behind." 

She lay down on her back, pulling Lisette above her, with Lise's clit and pussy poised above her face. Simi's hands pulled Lise's buttocks apart and I eased the plug out of her asshole and with my fingers worked some lube in and round her brown puckered hole. My fingers pushed past the fluttering anal sphincter and she arched her back and hissed. I felt Simone's warm breath on my hand and hear the slurping sound as she sucked at Lise's clit. Lise was moaning now, and pushing herself back against my fingers. 

As I made sure my cock was well lubricated, Lise dropped her head and buried it in-between Simone's thighs, and Simi groaned and gasped. I shuffled forward, my legs both side of Simone's head, and pushed my cock head against Lise's sphincter. 

The engorged purple mushroom head breached the virgin gates. She groaned and tensed, anchoring me in place. 

"Relax love," I grunted, and Simone whispered words of encouragement. 

It took a few moments but I felt the tight ring relax and I advanced a couple of inches. 

She gasped, "Ohh fuck, that's big, give me a moment." 

I paused letting her get used to her invader, and then slowly pushed all the way in until my balls nestled against her pussy lips. Simone's tongue swept across my balls. 

"It's ok you can fuck me now," Lise commanded in a shaky tone. 

I started thrusting in and out of her slick rectum. Below us Simone mouth fastened like a limpet on to Lise's clit, and Lise returned the favour. I could sense Simone's fingers as they moved inside Lise, only two layers of flesh between me and her. 

Both women were moaning and groaning. I was panting with the effort as I thrust harder and deeper and there was a meaty slap as my thighs hit the back of her legs. I could feel the pressure building up in my balls signposting the need to release my sperm into the depths of my lover. 

In the end it was Lise's fingers inside Simone, triggering her climax that pushed us all over the edge. Simone's cries and her shudders pushed Lisette past the point of no return. She screamed and arched her back pushing hard back against me. Her muscles tightened and the additional pressure was too much and I came deep inside her. Ropes of my milky cum filling her rectum as I shuddered and falteringly completed my last thrusts. 

As I finally pulled out, cum trickled out of her running down between her legs. I rolled over onto my side, Lise collapsing beside me. Simone sat up and found the wet wipes on the bedside table, and carefully cleaned up my slowly deflating cock. She licked it and smiled at the clean taste. She came and curled up in my arms. 

Lisette moulded herself to my back, her arms around both of us. I let one of my arms drop back and my hand stroked her hip. She whispered, "Thank you; I've never felt as close to you as I did tonight." 

I think I was just about to fall asleep when I heard Lisette ask us. "Can I come to Dubai with you? Not for the whole trip of course, just the weekend. I could fly in on the Friday and join you and leave on the Monday. What do you think?"

Simone said, "I think that sounds fun, we should do it." 

"Yes," I agreed. "Remind me to book the tickets tomorrow, but you need to remember that the main reason we are going over is to ensure that Angie is pregnant."

"I know it's just I don't want to be on my own on my birthday." 

I turned to face her and Simi rose up on her elbows to look at her. "When is it?" I asked and Simone asked, "You'll be twenty?" 

"Saturday and yes I'll be twenty, I was planning to have a party in Paris but then I realised it was the weekend you two were away. I just didn't want to celebrate it without you. I was going to ask you earlier this evening, but ... well you know how that went."

Simone said, "I know; look why don't you get a few friends together on the Tuesday evening for a pre-birthday celebration. That's the night we are staying with you."

"Oh yes please, I'd like that, there are a few of my friends I really want you to meet." 

I rolled onto my back and the two women curled up one on each side. I glanced at the clock and groaned to myself. Three-thirty, only a few hours before the bed was going to get its next set of small invaders. 

Simone looked at me, her head on my shoulder, and her lips seeking mine. She took my hand and drew it down to her ass. I felt the butt plug still secure in her ass. "Am I allowed to remove it Master?" She whispered, "Or am I still being punished? 

Bugger, with everything else I'd almost forgotten she still had hers in-place. "Christ I'm sorry, of course you can take it out, here let me help," I said. 

"No I'm ok," she murmured, "I'll just go to the bathroom and clean up." She slid out of the bed. I watched her walk to the bathroom and heard her turn the water on in the shower. There was something in the way she moved that disturbed me. Lisette was breathing slowly as she dropped off to sleep so I kissed her cheek. I slid out from under her arm and got out of the bed. I pulled the cover over her and tucked them in. 

Simone was standing under the shower letting the water cascade over her. The jewelled butt plug laying by her feet. I don't think she saw me come in the room. She jumped as I opened the shower door and slid in behind her. 

She turned and hugged me tight to her body, her face turned up to mine. The water streamed off her hair and run down her face masking the tears I knew were there. 

She cried softly and said, "I don't understand why he did what he did, why he put the children at risk? Andy, am I such a bad person he wants to kill me?" 

I picked up the sponge and gently washed her body as I spoke. "What happened tonight was started by Bernard years ago. I don't think he could cope when all his plans collapsed around him. He just lashed out at the people he thought caused it, forgetting that he was the one that instigated it all."

"Are you sure?" 

"Of course I am. We wouldn't have had to respond the way we did if he had left us any other choices. There's an old saying, 'He made his bed and now he has to lie in it'. At least I think that's how it goes." 

She looked at me with the hint of a smile before whispering, "Thank you love." 

I finish washing her and I wrapped her in a towel and grabbed one for myself. I went to go back to the bed but she stopped me. Taking my hand she led me to the main cabin, pausing to check on the children. We sat on the sofa, and she curled up on my lap. I could smell the shampoo in her damp hair as she tucked her head under my chin.

"Please hold me and make love to me," she whispered her need evident in the desperation in her voice. 

I unwrapped her towel and opened mine. My cock was just about firm enough and she swung her leg over me and I guided the head between her swollen kitty lips. She moaned as she sank down enveloping my shaft in her wet, warm passage. We sat still and kissed deeply, our tongues caressing. She groaned as she felt my cock growing and filling her. 

She looked into my eyes, "Oh God, I love you, I want to feel you cum inside me." 

We moved in unison, me rising as she fell. My pubis grinding against her clit. My hands were supporting her buttocks, hers were around my neck as we moved as one. 

Simone moaned continuously, "Ohh...ohh...ohh...ohhh." And I panted in counterpoint. I felt her cunt spasm and she cried out as she came, her orgasm washing over her.

The ache in my balls grew signalling my impending orgasm. "I'm going to cum," I gasped. 

"Fuck, fill me."

A last few thrusts and my cum surged through my cock filling her, coating her cervix, triggering her last orgasm of the night. 

We sat still, staying joined, my cock throbbing as she milked the last drop of cum from me. 

We had our arms around each as we came down from our highs. I kissed her nose, and she smiled then kissed me. Sweat trickled down her chest. I licked the salty liquid from her breasts and kissed her nipples. 

"I love you," I told her, and she kissed me and sighed contentedly. "I don't know about you, but I need my bed." 

As I spoke, I thought I saw a shadow at the top of the stairs leading back to where Christine and Kirsten were sleeping. I wondered if one of them or both had somehow heard Simone and me fucking, or had even watched us. After all, we were in public space. I'd have to see if either of them said anything to me tomorrow. The thought of being watched by Christine or even my daughter somehow excited me in a way I'd never felt before. They were part of the 'family' and I wondered if I should consider them fair game the way I did the other females.

Simone eased herself off me, using the towel to wipe up the mess of cum and her juices. We headed back to the bed and crawled in beside the sleeping Lisette. She stirred in her sleep and move against me. Simone curled up on my other side, her leg resting over mine. 

I lay back listening to the sounds of the water lapping against the hull of the boat, and the soft wheezes of my lovers as they drifted off to sleep.

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To be continued.

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Tales of Dirty Old Man Ch. 13



I believe I've achieved my ultimate goal - I am a Dirty Old Man!

This is the thirteenth chapter in this series - I strongly recommend you to read the previous chapters in order before this one, it's not going to make a lot of sense otherwise. All the active sexual participants in these stories are over 18.

For some reason, and for which I apologise this chapter bounces about a bit on the timeline, but I think it works so I'm not going to change it. 

I can't thank Romantic1 enough for the time he spent reviewing and editing this and the previous chapters.

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Simone eased herself off me, using the towel to wipe up the mess of cum and her juices. We headed back to the bed and crawled in beside the sleeping Lisette. She stirred in her sleep and moved against me. Simone curled up on my other side, her leg resting over mine. 

I lay back listening to the sounds of the water lapping against the hull of the boat, and the soft wheezes of my lovers as they drifted off to sleep.

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Sunday started with a crash, waking the three of us up with a start. Literally a bang as the tray of coffee mugs Anna was carrying hit the floor. Anna had tripped over my trousers I'd left in a pile at the bottom of the bed, as she brought our morning coffee to us. Why is it, regardless of the situation women always seem to fold their clothes neatly, and men leave them where they fall?

The problem was none of us could jump out of the bed to help her as the sum of the clothes between us was zero. I somehow managed to snag a tee-shirt from the floor and it was immediately wrenched from my hands by Simone. She performed a shimmy under the covers before standing up, the tee-shirt falling to her mid thighs. She gathered a crying Anna from the floor and hugged her, kissing the tears away. 

Kirsten appeared at the door and she tossed us a pair of towelling robes from the bathroom. Lise beat me to the bathroom and I heard the shower running as I helped my daughter clear up the mess. Simone came in carrying Anna on her hip and Anna held her arms out to me. 

I took her and she whispered, "I'm sorry I broke the cups." 

"It's not your fault darling," I said as I kissed the top of her head. "It was mine, I shouldn't have left my clothes lying on the floor." 

"You're not angry with me?"

"No, of course I'm not. I love you." 

She looked at the dressing on my forearm and asked, "Are you hurt, did my father do this to you last night?" I looked at Simone for guidance in how to answer this thorny question. 

She came to my aid and replied, "We don't know how it happened. It's just a scratch, but the doctor wanted to keep it covered so it doesn't get infected." 

Lise appeared wrapped in a towel, rubbing her hair dry. She sniffed me and said pointedly, "You need a shower; I've left you some hot water." 

Simone said, "Too late it's mine," as she nipped behind me and into the bathroom 

"Fu...dge," I said as I caught myself, remembered Anna in my arms. 

She smiled at me and giggled, "You were going to say a bad word weren't you?" 

I grinned back at her as I put her down. "Maybe, but I'm not going to tell you. Do you want to go and annoy you sister and help her with breakfast while I have a wash and get dressed?"

She smiled at me and nodded and disappeared off to the galley. I went into the bathroom and closed the doors. I slid into the shower behind an unsuspecting Simone and wrapped my arms around her. The hot water streamed over the pair of us.

"Gotcha," I murmured. 

She lent back into my arms pressing back against me and whispered, "You can catch me any time you want my love."

I ran my hands down her slippery body, marvelling at the way the skin felt under my fingertips. I cupped her mons and she sighed and opened her legs, inviting me to slide my fingers between them. 

"I just can't get enough of you," she sighed, and then she moaned as my fingers slid through the fine hair of her landing strip, then along her slit caressing her soft alluring kitty lips. 

I leant back against the shower wall for support and she pushed back on to me. My firming cock nestled in the cleft between her buttocks and my fingers moved inside her seeking and finding her G-spot. My other hand was on the breast, my fingers pulling at her nipple. She moaned and whimpered as my fingers moved forcefully, fucking her, teasing her. 

"Oh fuck, you sneaky bastard," she gasped. 

"Who me?" I murmured innocently as I nuzzled and nibbled the back of her neck. 

"Yes, you bastard. You know just which of my buttons to press so I can't resist you. Ohh fuck, that feels so good." She sagged against me and I had to support her as she came, her cunt spasming around my fingers.

She lay back against me, letting me support her under the shower of water as she enjoyed the warm afterglow of her orgasm. She sighed and turned, her lips seeking mine in confirmation of our love. Her hand dropped down between us and grasped my firm cock, squeezing the shaft and erotically pulling me back and forth. I groaned and picked her up. I needed to sink myself into her, my cock desperate for the warmth and tightness of her cunt.

"Fuck, I need you," I groaned. She responded by squeezing tighter and rubbing my shaft along her wet slit. 

I lifted her up and carried her out of the shower. I sat her down on the vanity pushing the makeup and lotion bottles out of the way. I sucked her nipple into my mouth, my fingers laced under her ass. Simone wrapped her legs around me and took hold of my throbbing hard cock. She teased herself, sliding the purple head back and forth along her swollen kitty lips. Gasping as she rubbed her clit before guiding the engorged head of my cock between her slick kitty lips so it sat at the entrance of her passage. I groaned as the sensations ran along my cock. With a quick thrust I pushed all the way in until our pubic bones ground together. 

"Oh fuck," I gasped, "You're so fucking tight." There was no tenderness to my love making, just hard brutal thrusts. My hands clutched at her ass cheeks pulling her hard against me. For some reason, I knew this was the style of lovemaking we both wanted that morning.

All Simone could do was moan continuously, "Ohh...Ohh...Ohh...Ohh," in rhythm to my movements. She was rolling her hips seeking to meet my thrusts. Her head was back, resting against the mirror behind her. Her eyes were glazed as she concentrated on the sensations radiating out from her vagina and creating explosions of pleasure throughout her body. 

I felt her heels digging into my buttocks as she urged me to move faster and harder. Her anklet scrapped my side but I didn't care. The heavy sensation in my balls grew as I neared my orgasm, thrusting harder, my balls slapping her ass. As I felt the burning start to surge through my cock, my thumb rubbed her hard clit sending her over the edge. I growled as my cum pulsed out, filling her. She cried out as the hot jism coated her cervix, her own orgasm racking her body. 

A last hard thrust and I shuddered to a halt deep inside her, our mouths joined in a long passionate kiss. Her cunt continued to twitch milking the last drops of cum from me, making both of us gasp. 

When I finally pulled out and stepped back, Simone slid of the worktop to her knees and sucked my deflating cock into her mouth. She smiled as she tasted the cocktail of our juices, and licking me clean. She stood up with a grin on her face and I kissed her, tasting us as my tongue invaded her mouth, sharing the last of our juices. 

As I looked at her I watched as a streak of my cum trailed down the inside of her thigh. I ran my finger up collecting the juice and brought it up to our mouths for a last taste. Our tongues met and she sucked it into her mouth. She offered me the last of our cocktail and I claimed it with my tongue. 

"I love you, I can't imagine a life without you" I told her, and she wrapped her body round mine in agreement. 

We jumped back under the shower to quickly clean up. There was no playing this time, just a long kiss. Five minutes later and looking a little sheepish we appeared in the galley. Simone had that wonderful glow that a post coital woman seems to exude. The three adults sitting at the breakfast bar eating toast, all gave us knowing looks. I could hear the children playing on the laptop in the wheel-house. 

Lise grinned at both of us, her face raised for a kiss which she dually received from both of us. 

She said, "I can still taste you. It's a good job the kids couldn't hear the pair of you!" Kirsten and Chrissy smirked at us, and I could feel my face reddening. 

"What are we going to do today," I asked hoping to change the subject. 

Kirsten replied, "George and Rachael said they would drop by this morning to check that the kids were all ok. And I think that the police want to speak to us again this morning about the events at the restaurant last night." 

"So it looks like we are stuck here for the day," I mused, "Any ideas about how we can keep Anna and Michael from getting bored?" 

"I wouldn't worry," Chrissy said, "They are happy for the moment and if they get bored later Kirsty and I will take them out. Anna will like being with her new big sister." 

"Thank you darling," Simone said. 

I heard squeals of 'Grandpapa and Auntie Rachael' coming from the Wheelhouse and knew that George and Rachael had arrived. Moments later George appeared followed by Michael. Rachael entered the cabin a couple of moments later with Anna in her arms. 

George and his daughter hugged and for the next hour or so we all discussed the events of last night while we waited for the police to arrive. 

It was gone eleven o'clock by the time the police arrived. The senior officer from last night, a Capitaine Mioni and his Sargent sat down with us. Lise got us all coffee. We all went through our statements, and then he brought us up to date with the rest of the investigation. The doctors they had asked to evaluate Bernard believed that he had suffered a complete mental break down and most likely would not be fit to stand trial. He'd been transferred to a secure psychiatric hospital for further evaluation. 

Simone looked relived, and then asked the question we'd all been thinking. "Do you think he intended to kill us?"

Capitaine Mioni gave one of those quintessential Gallic shrugs and said, "I don't think we will ever know. But given how he acted we can assume that he wasn't carrying the pistol for self-protection." 

I asked, "Are we free to leave St Raphael, I'd like to move the boat downstream this afternoon if that ok." 

"Yes that's fine; we have all the details we need." 

The two policemen stood and George and I escorted them off Rosie. As the Capitaine was about to get in his car I asked if it would be alright if we wanted to leave the country for a holiday in a week or so. The good news was it would be fine but we would need to let them know where we would be in case they needed to contact us. At least our week in Dubai was still on.

We sat down on a bench on the bank for a few minutes; I think we both needed a few moments reflection.

I said, "I have to go to Dubai for business, I want to take Simone with me. Can you and Rachael look after the children while we are away?" 

"Of course we can, when do you need to go? 

"In ten days' time, we will be there for a week. I need to visit Pete and Angie and deal with some of the family financial issues that have built up while I've been out of touch."

We returned to the boat and I retrieved the laptop and sat down in the wheel-house. I opened the Air France web site and booked the flights for the three of us. To my embarrassment I needed to check with Simone and Lisette what their full names were for the bookings. They both gave me a hard time for that, and they were right for as Simone said 'We're good enough to make love to yet you don't know our names'. Of course I challenged them about mine that was not one of my better ideas. They reeled off my names, and then a bunch of other facts about me - things I didn't know about them. My daughter grinned at my embarrassment and I suspect she was the author of my downfall. 

For future reference Simone is the Contessa Simone Helena Rachael Laurent-Duval and Lise is Lisette Nicole Thierry. 

It's was nice that for once I didn't have to worry about the money so I booked us all first class seats. Simone and I would be flying out on the Wednesday, and because of her classes Lisette would fly out on the Friday to join us for the week-end.

I had a worrying thought that had been bouncing around my head since Saturday night and I picked up my iPhone and called Pete to ask his opinion. 

He answered on the second ring, "Andy mate, it's good that you phoned. I was going to call you later today. You and Simone are still coming over aren't you?" 

"We are, and Lisette's going to join us for the weekend, it's her birthday on the Saturday and we want to do something special for her. I just wanted to let you know our plans. I sorta wanted to know if I'm going to get any free time or is Angie going to be claiming all of it?"

"Well that's why we were going to call; we just got the confirmation today. Angie's pregnant, of course that's not going to stop her wanting you." 

"Shit, that's great news Pete, I'm so happy for both of you." I broke out into a smile a mile wide that I wished Pete and Angie could see.

"I know she wants to talk to you, but I want you to know I'm really grateful for everything you did. Hang on she's picking up the extension." 

Then I heard Angie's voice, she was almost shouting in glee. "We're going to have a baby, thank you, thank you, I love you." You could physically feel the happiness in her voice. 

I grinned down the phone line, "I'm so happy for you two." I just couldn't resist teasing her. "I suppose that means I can cancel our trip as you don't need my little swimmers any more."

This time she did shout down the phone, "Don't you fucking dare! My egg may not need you but I sure as shit do." Then she calmed down a bit and said, "You are joking aren't you, you are still coming. Please tell me you are?"

"Of course we are coming, we'll be there Wednesday week, and I need you to organise a birthday party for Lise for the Saturday." 

"Is she coming too...duh stupid question she must be if you are asking that. What do you want for her?" 

"She can't come for the whole trip, just the weekend. We'd like to make her birthday special, it's her twentieth. She also wanted to get a feel for 'The Family' on this trip, so I'll leave that to your imagination." 

"Hmm, I think I know the perfect place and I'll invite some of our friends. Fiona and Steve are going to be here so we can all get together. I know they want to see you and meet Simone and Lise. I saw Kirsten posted the news about you three on the family page." 

"And...?"

"And nothing doofus, I think it's great news. Do you want to stay with us; we've got lots of room." 

"Hmm, I was thinking that we could book a suite at the Burj and we could all stay there." 

Pete said, "The Burj's not cheap mate." 

"Well, I was thinking that A&R investments could cover the costs for its chairman." 

I could hear Angie laughing in the background as Pete spluttered down the phone. "Shit, I knew you weren't going to let us get away with that." 

Angie said, "Don't worry we will book you a suite." 

"Make sure it's a two bedroom one, remember I said all of us should stay there, and I do mean ALL."

Angie went, "Ohh yes, play time," and Pete just gulped, I laughed at them.

There was still the item I'd called Pete to discuss, "Err Pete, we had a bit of an incident last night. Bernard attacked us at the restaurant; he took a couple of shots at us..."

"What was anyone hurt," he interrupted, and I could hear Angie trying to talk over him. 

"No, we're all fine, a couple of scrapes and bruises. He's been locked up for psychiatric evaluation; I'm just wondering does that make any difference to the divorce proceedings." 

Pete replied, "No, I don't think so, he's already signed the documents so it shouldn't make any difference. Look Angie's going to check right away with our legal department." I could hear her voice in the background shouting questions. I'd forgotten that Sunday was a working day in Dubai.

While we were waiting for the answers, I described the events of last night to Pete. It was a couple of minutes before she got back to us. 

"It's going to be fine," she said. "All the documents have been signed and his solicitors have returned them to us. They just need to go to the courts to be registered and that is a formality that isn't affected by his current situation. Four weeks and the divorce will be final." 

I said with relief coursing through my body, "Shit, that's good news; I had this horrendous thought everything was going to be put on hold." 

I took the phone with me as I went below deck to the main cabin. I announced to everyone, "Angie's pregnant," and I put her on speaker phone so we could all congratulate the pair of them. 

While the others talked to Pete and Angie, Simone put her arm around me and rested her head on my shoulder. She said, "You know you did a good thing don't you. It took me a while to understand how important it was to them that it wasn't an anonymous donor that helped them. It had to be someone that they both loved, and for them that meant it could only be you."

Kirsten brought my phone back to me, and gave me a kiss, "So I'm going to have a half brother or sister." 

"True," I said, "but you know that this is going to be their baby not mine. It's going to be their decision if they ever tell the child the role I played so don't say anything without checking with them." 

"I know and I've promised them I won't say anything, but," and she smiled happily, "They want me to be one of the godparents!" 

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ 

After all the events we'd ended up having to re-evaluate our plans for the week-end. Most of them we decided needed to be put on hold, so we had agreed to stay moored in St Raphael until the Monday morning. It wasn't my first choice, but in the end it was the easiest. The children were due back to school on Monday and George was supposed to be picking them up. Lisette also had to leave in the morning; next week was the start of her second year at the Sorbonne. 

We ended up having a very lazy, getting to know you, Sunday afternoon playing board and card games with the children. For the record Anna is a ruthless Monopoly player, and I'm never going to play cards for money against George or Lisette. 

We wound up the afternoon with a visit to a local pizza restaurant, the children's choice. After we had eaten, Michael and Anna decided, for some reason know only to them, that they wanted to stay with Rachael that night. I suspect they'd worked out that they would get an extra hour in bed in the morning if they stayed at Rachael's. They got their mothers approval, I felt she agreed as it was Lisette's last night and she wanted to make it special. 

We went back to Rosie and packed their school books and bags. We hugged and kissed them. Then we waved them off with George and Rachael, with promises that we would all be there to watch Michael football match on Friday. 

Kirsten and Christine decided they were going to drive down to Nice for a couple of nights to meet some friends. They were going to leave early Tuesday morning. They would be back late Thursday so we could all go to the match on Friday. Reading between the lines I think they had discussed between themselves that Simone and I needed some alone time. I had mixed feeling in that as much as I was going to miss them; I was really looking forward to some time alone with Simone. 




Tales of Dirty Old Man Ch. 13



That evening the five of us sat around talking and drinking. The realisation earlier that I didn't know as much as I should about my fiancé and our girlfriend spurred me to ask questions. I was also aware I really didn't know much about the relationship between my daughter and her lover. My questions had sort of evolved into a truth or dare game between all of us, as it appeared we all had questions. 

I ended learning a lot of interesting facts as well as getting the opportunity to kiss and fondle all of them, including to my deep surprise Kirsten. She sat there watching the others claim my lap and hands as part of a dare. When it was her turn, she insisted on the same rights. She sat on my lap and holding my hand slid it under her top and held it to her naked breast, before kissing me then jumping up and returning to Chrissy with a happy grin. 

Chrissy made a startling announcement, much to my surprise, but no one else's. In the midst of one of her truth moments, she said she intended to make love to me at some point during their stay. The others had laughed at the expression of shock that spread across my face. She'd come over to me and knelt at my feet, running her hand up and down my thighs. Sliding them up the legs of my shorts and grasping my semi hard cock. She told me she had already asked every one's permission so there was nothing I could do about it, just lie back and enjoy my-self. She made herself comfortable by my side for the rest of the evening. 

She whispered, "Not tonight though, that's for you and your lovers, it's your last night for all of you to be together for a couple of weeks." 

Then Chrissy wanted to know the full story of how I'd met her mother, so I told all of them the story of our first meeting in the student bar, and the fun and games we'd done in Saudi before I'd met Ros. 

The evening ended when Lise grabbed my hand and dragged me towards our cabin, shedding her clothes as she did. I was soon in our bed with Simone and Lisette and our evening of debauchery began. 

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ 

I woke early on Monday morning sandwiched between my two lovers. Two different hands were tracing their way over my body, meeting at the junction of my legs and stroking the length of my morning woody. 

I heard a giggle as I twitched under their attention. Simone chuckled, "Good you're awake, and we weren't sure after last night's efforts you'd wake up in time this morning." 

"And good morning to you," I managed to crock out as I sat up in the bed, resting back on my elbows. Lise shuffled down and she ran her tongue along the length of my shaft. A mix of dried cum and pussy juice plastered her groin, that plus her red swollen pussy lips were clear evidence of the extent of last night's antics. She looked up at me and grinned, and then she sucked the purple head of my cock into her mouth. I wasn't the cleanest person either with cum from the three of us still matted in my own pubic hair.

I glanced at Simone's kitty and saw the same evidence. I'd left a couple of hickies on her breasts. I reached out and gently stroked her swollen kitty lips, and she winced. "Sorry," I murmured. 

"Why love, I enjoyed every moment we spent getting like this. Just be gentle to-day please I'm sore." 

"Come up here and let me kiss you better." 

She smiled and rose up on her knees beside my head, and spread her legs inviting me to make good on my offer. I put my arm round her hips pulling her towards me. I ran my tongue slowly up and down her slit and she shivered under my fingers. The nub of her clit reappeared from its resting place and I teased it with the tip of my tongue. 

"Oh god careful, I'm still so sensitive from last night," she moaned. I muttered encouragement from my occupied mouth. I eased a couple of fingers inside her and she moaned louder.

Meanwhile Lisette had decided that little Andy was hard and ready for her. She swung herself over me and guided the head of my cock between her swollen lips and slid down the shaft with a long low groan, until our pubic bones touched and I nestled against her cervix. 

Her eyes opened wide and she said, "Shit I love this feeling, so full, so deep." She sat there not moving, just enjoying the sensations as my cock twitched. Her heart pendent nestled between her sweat coated breasts. She reached out and stroked Simone's back, then reached for her breast, pinching the nipple. 

The combined action of my tongue and fingers and Lise fingers on her nipples was more than Simone's already sensitive body could take. She shuddered in pleasure as an orgasm hit her. She hissed in sensual gratification and it took her long moments for her to come down from her sexual high. She curled up beside me her head on my shoulder, watching as Lisette rose up and down, the shaft of my cock appearing and disappearing between her clutching labial lips. Her own body was still shivering in response to her orgasm. 

Lise kept moving and I rolled my hips to encourage her. She leant forward and kissed Simone. She moaned as the sensations grew deep in her belly, radiating out to her pussy and nipples. Her fingers that were pinching her nipple drifted down to rub her hard clit. Her finger tips were moving so fast I almost couldn't see them. 

Her moans grew louder and more urgent, a repetitive 'Ohhh' until she shuddered to a halt. Her body bent forward, her head resting on my chest. The muscles in her cunt clutching at my cock as she came, her orgasm washing over her body. I came as well but it was a dry orgasm, there was nothing left in me, they had milked me dry the night before.

She stayed where she was, resting on top of me. She just straightened her legs out either side mine for comfort and turned her face to Simone. Simone stretched out on her side resting her head on my shoulder and draped her leg over both of ours and we dozed.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ 

Sunlight streaming through the porthole woke us a second time that morning, and I groaned as I stretched. An urgent need presented itself and I slid out from between the still sleeping Lise and Simone and headed to the bathroom. After using the toilet I turned on the shower. While I waited for the water to warm up I cleaned my teeth and trimmed my beard. I stood in the shower enjoying the sensation of the hot water streaming over me. The door to the shower opened and Simone slipped in beside me. For a few moments we both stood still with our arms around each other, the water restoring us. Our lips joined as we drew our-selves into a long deep sensual kiss. Wash clothes in hand we washed the aches, pains, and dried fluids of last night away. I registered movement from the corner of my eye and saw Lisette sitting on the toilet through the water streaked glass. I stepped out to greet her, wrapping a towelling robe round my body. 

She looked up at me with red rimmed eyes, "I know I'm being silly but I don't want to go, I love both of you so much it physically hurts. I've never felt this way before. I woke up in our empty bed and it scared me."

I pulled her up and wrapped my arms around her. She slid her arms under my robe "You're not being silly, we both love you, and we will miss you. You're just too bright not to finish your education." 

The door of the shower opened and Simone said, "Let me have her. Come here I need to tell you something important." Lise joined her in the shower and I left them to their bonding session. 

I dressed and went to the galley, Lise car wasn't picking her up until two o'clock. Pete had got the Paris office to send us the keys to the flat so she didn't need to leave as early as we'd first thought. She'd proudly presented Simone and me with copies of the keys. Her way of saying we were welcome at any time and she had no secrets from us. 

The coffee was already brewing and Chrissy was sat at the breakfast bar. 

"Where's Kirsten," I asked.

She laughed, "She's your daughter and you don't remember that she's not a morning person. She's still fast asleep; I don't expect we will see her for a couple of hours." 

I sat down beside her and she poured me a cup of the nectar of the gods. I sipped the coffee and we talked about last night. 

Finally I had to ask, "Why do you want to sleep with me, isn't it going to cause problems between you and Kirsten?"

She took my hand. "I grew up knowing that you and my mother have an unusual relationship and my father was fine with it. In fact he was more than happy with it. I asked my mother what it was about you that made her love you the way she does, and she just said I needed to experience you to understand. When I told Kirsten about my plans she just laughed and told me to enjoy myself and welcome to the family." 

"You understand that the relationship I have with your parents isn't something that happened overnight. It took many years to become what it is now, and Ros was just as involved as I was." 

Chrissy looked hard at me, "and I also know my mother would have left dad for you after Ros died but you wouldn't let her, why?"

"Because as much as I love her, I also love your father and I would never do any-thing to jeopardise their relationship. For Christ sake I was there when they first met. It was one of the happiest times of my life watching their relationship grow, as mine had with Ros." 

I sipped the coffee and thought back to those days. "For a brief time, just before she met Mike, the three of us were a proper threesome. She and Ros were lovers until the day she died, they never lost that love. The four of us became the 'family' because we never saw ourselves as two couples, but as one interchangeable group. We did everything together. Mike and me, we rented a villa for the last few years we were in Saudi and the four of us lived there. You and Kirsten and Chris were all conceived in that villa, some of the happiest days of my life."

"Does that mean you could be my father," she asked with a worried expression on her face. 

"No, that was one thing we didn't share and that was the conception of our children, Mike is your father that I can guarantee." 

I felt a pair of arms circle me and soft lips kiss the back of my neck, and a murmured 'I love you'. I turned and Simone stepped in close settling between my open legs and kissed me. 

"There's so much I don't know about you," she said.

"I have no secrets from you love, you just need to ask." 

"I know and when the time is right I'll ask you all about her."

I asked, "Where's Lise by the way?"

"Packing her bags, she'll be along in a few minutes." 

"Is she ok? She sounded a bit down, what did you say to her earlier?" 

"I didn't need to say a lot, she just wanted to be reassured that we would still love her while she was away studying. I just needed to tell her that every time she missed us she just needed to hold her heart pendent to remind herself how much we love her." 

I glanced down, and she saw the direction of my gaze. She raised her ankle and I saw the matching interlinked heart anklet. 

"I know," she whispered, as she kissed me. "This is mine, you put it on me and only my dirty old man can take it off."

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ 

Simone and Lisette stood with their arms around each other, watching as Kirsten and Chrissy helped me carry Lisette's bags to the waiting car and the driver squeezed them in on top of the rest of her stuff. 

We'd spent the past few hours talking and sorting out our plans for the next couple of weeks. I'd printed out Lisette's ticket confirmation and given it to her earlier. She'd hugged me, pressing her lithe body against me, happy with the response that mine had given her. She whispered, "Eight days to Paris, then I'm going to make love to both of you so hard that all you will be able to do on the plane is sleep." My cock twitched against her in anticipation and she'd stroked the bulge in my shorts and smiled happily. We'd confirmed that we would stay with her the night before our flight to Dubai and it was beginning to sound like she had big plans for us. 

The driver stood by the open rear door of the limousine and we knew it was time for her to go. She kissed my daughter and Christina, and then she stood in front of us, holding out her hands

She said in a tight voice trying to hold back the tears, "So much has changed; you found me and made me yours for the rest of my life. I've never loved any one the way I love both of you." She shook her head and held it up, straightening her shoulders. "I'm not going to let you down, I will make you proud of me." 

We told her we loved her, and we could see the tears beginning to well up. She kissed us and then got in the car and it drove away. It had only travelled fifty metres before she was hanging out of the window waving goodbye. She looked so adorable. 

I spent the rest of the afternoon with Simone and Kirsten updating the family website, and finalising a lot of the wedding details. It looked like every family member who could was going to be there. The other guests had all confirmed and I was pleased to see that Marylou asked if she could be there the two weeks. I shot her a quick email letting her know how much I was looking forward to seeing her again.

Kirsten is the site administrator and she had foolishly given me full rights. The problem is I'm a bit of a computer dinosaur and after I'd managed to delete a folder of photos by mistake she banned me from the laptop for the rest of the day while she sorted out my mistake. I admitted defeat and left the pair of them huddled over the screen looking at wedding dresses and went looking for Chris-tine. 

I found her reading a book, sitting at a secluded outside table at the cafe that overlooked the boats' mooring. She was sipping from a glass of red wine and smiled and kissed me as I sat down beside her. I ordered a glass of red wine from the hovering waiter. She was looking beautiful in the late afternoon sun, no wonder the waiter had been standing so close and why he had given me a dirty look when I sat down. She was wearing a light blue dress that came to her mid-thigh. Her full breasts pushed at the fabric of the dress. The shadow of her areoles and the outline of her nipples clearly visible. She so reminded me of her mother at the same age it took my breath away. 

I light heartedly complained, "Your lover has just banned me from my laptop." 

She looked at me in mock horror and put her hand over her mouth, "Oh god what did you do, tell me it wasn't to the site?" I nodded. 

"I managed to delete a folder of photos." 

"And you are still alive?" 

"Barely, I may need mouth to mouth resuscitation in a few minutes." 

She leant close to me and kissed me, a long deep passionate kiss that I responded to and returned with interest. She drew back breathing heavily and looked into my eyes, "I think I'm beginning to understand what it is that mum sees in you." 

She drew her chair closer to mine and rubbed her foot up the back of my leg. I held my hand out to her and she placed it on her thigh covering it with her own. We sat like that for a while as we watched the world go past. 

Finally Chrissy asked, "Do you think Simone will let me sleep with you tonight, or should I wait until we get back from Nice?"

I didn't respond immediately, I just kissed her then I said, "I think that's something you need to discuss with her. Do you want her to be there as well?" 

"I'm not sure, how would you feel if I want Kirsten." 

I hadn't considered that option and if she'd ask me before last night I would have said no. Now I'm not sure what my answer would be. "I don't really know, it would feel a bit odd, but in the end it's your decision." 

I walked my fingers up her thigh and she sighed and let her legs fall open. She slid down the seat slightly so she was hidden from casual view by the table. She drew up the hem of her dress as she did so. My fingertips brushed the damp silky material of her panties between her legs, and she drew her breath in sharply. 

Her phone buzzed and she started. She read the text message out loud, "They want to know where I am and if I've seen you?" Her fingers flew across the key pad as she answered, "I've told them where we are, and that you are seducing me." I couldn't help it, I laughed and pressed my fingers firmly to the crotch of her panties. She gave a loud moan and I saw the waiter watching us, his arousal evident in the bulge in his trousers. 

I could see Kirsten standing in the wheelhouse from where I sat, so I stood and waved attracting her attention. She waved back and a few minutes later I watched as she and Simone walked over to us. They'd both changed into dresses and I kicked myself for not bringing my camera. With the sunlight behind them and their dresses swirling around their thighs, they were absolutely stunning. My mouth was dry and my pulse was racing by the time they sat down beside us. 

I ordered a bottle of wine and some snacks. Simone kissed me as she handed me some printouts of wedding dresses, there was one that stood out and I handed it back to her with a grin and a nod. 

She laughed and turned to Kirsten, "I owe you ten euros, you were right he picked the same one." 

"I told you my dad has good taste, you shouldn't be surprised, he did pick you." 

Simone gasped and then she hugged my daughter. The wine and food arrived and I poured wine into our glasses. The four of us sat back and enjoyed the last of the sunshine. 

Simone said, "The dress shop is in Paris, I've booked an appointment for next Tuesday afternoon for a fitting." 

"What time is the appointment?" I asked

"Three o'clock, we should make it easily if we catch the nine-thirty TGV." 

"Sounds fine, we can drop the bags off at the flat first, I hate lugging suitcases around if I don't need to." 

We sat in silence for a while. I could feel Chrissy tensing beside me as she worked herself up to ask the question to Simone. But I think both of us were surprised when Simone spoke. 

"Your daughter and I are going to have a bonding session tonight, I'm going to sleep in their cabin tonight and you are going to entertain her lover in ours." 

I looked at the contented smirks on her and Kristen's faces. So choosing wedding dresses wasn't the only thing they had discussed. 

Chrissy turned to her lover, "Are you sure, are you both ok with this. Cos if you aren't I won't do it." 

Kirsten smiled at her and drew her into a long kiss that left them both gasping. "Course I'm sure. My mother told me before she died that every woman in the family should get the opportunity to experience my father. He's never pushed himself forward, but every one that did, came back again for more." 

Chrissy looked surprised at this statement, then she asked her with an expression of intrigue, "What about you, have you ever thought about it?" 

The table went quiet as the implications of her question struck all of us. 

Kirsten blushed crimson, "I...Err," she looked at me and then dropped her eyes to her hands clutched in her lap. "Yesss...I've thought about it, but he's my father and I get so many mixed messages from him that I'm not sure what I want to do." She picked up her glass and drained it. 

She finally looked at me and said, "Dad I know it's wrong but some times when I look at you or something you say hits me and the next thing I know I'm wet and I want you. I had a teenage crush on you, other girls had their pop stars, and I had you. I grew up knowing that women wanted to be with you. Mother and you weren't exactly circumspect over your activities." 

I held my arms out to her and she came and sat on my lap just like she did when she was a child. "There's nothing wrong with feeling like this." I told her. "I sup-pose the question is more can we do it without hurting other people, rather than should we? Nothing is going to happen now because there are five people involved and only four are here and all of us would need to agree!"




Tales of Dirty Old Man Ch. 13



I saw Simone and Chrissy nod in agreement, and Simone said, "I don't think anyone would say no darling, I just don't think this is the right time. Something like that need to be so special for both of you, not rushed." 

Kirsten stood and there were tears in her eyes. She went over to Simone and kissed her, "Thank you mum, we have so much to talk about tonight." 

"And there's so much I want you to tell me about your father." 

My ears were burning so to change the subject I asked, "Is anyone hungry as I don't fancy cooking tonight." Every one nodded so the next question was where? 

"Here?" I suggested. 

Simone shook her head, "Not here I think, and the restaurant is closed on Mon-days. There is a little bistro off the main square that I've heard is quite good. Shall we try it?" 

"Sounds nice," I said, "Shall we go then." 

I paid the bill and we walked arm in arm to the main square then down the side street to the bistro. We were shown to secluded table and we enjoyed a very pleasant meal and a couple of bottles of the local red. We sat there for several hours relaxing and enjoying the companionship. I carried on regaling them with stories of my Saudi days. 

Simone wanted to understand how the 'family' had evolved. Kirsten and Chrissy were interested as well and badgered me to tell them. So I agreed to explain what I knew. I just asked them to keep my glass topped up while I was talking. 

"I suppose I need to explain some of the background," I said. "Most of this you already know, but it puts things in context. When I first went to Saudi, Julia came with me. For most of the first couple of years we were an almost couple." 

Chrissy asked, "What do you mean an almost couple?" 

"Yes well as you know, your mother and me, we had a unique type of relationship. It was almost like we loved each other too much. We were fine for a couple of months and then we would burn out and we would need time apart. We never fell out of love we just needed time to recharge the batteries as the say. At one point we had a threesome with Marylou until she left. Interestingly we discovered that with a third person involved, your mother and I could last a lot longer before we burnt out." 

"I'd been there almost two years when I met your mother, Kirsten. It was a bit hit and miss in the beginning, if I'm honest. She didn't know how to take Julia. Finally we fell in love, and we got married. Then Julia joined us, she tried to stay away, to give us the room she thought we needed. It turned out that we all had feelings for each other, so she moved in with us, and that's how we stayed for a year." 

I took a sip of the wine and continued. 

"Your father was the next to arrive Chrissy. We had a mutual friend so he looked me up. He met your mother and well, you know what happened. Three months later they were married. He wasn't very sure about your mother's relationship with us. But slowly he realised that we weren't trying to threaten their marriage, if anything what we offered would strengthen it. That's when we rented the villa for the four of us. Your uncle Pete had been Ros's boyfriend when we first met. We kept bumping in to him and we all liked him so he became the fifth person and moved into the villa with us. I guess it was only three month before he met his first wife Ann, and she moved in almost immediately. Although it was a good year or so before they tied the knot." 

"And there you have it, all the original members of the 'family' in one place. But at that time we just thought of ourselves as three married couples that enjoyed a mutual attraction and had lots of fun - sexual fun included. The early rules and savings accounts all came about because we needed some basic rules to live together and pay the rent and the bills. Pete was the hospital accountant so he took charge of the finances. It was a joint effort between Ros and me that turned the rules into the prototype 'family' rules."

As I spoke the waiter came and we all ordered coffee and a drink.

"We needed to have rules as others came and joined us. Jeff and Gillian were the first; they rented the other villa in our compound. Steve and Fiona moved in with them for their last couple of years. We were all married couples who put our partners first. But we were happy to play around if no one got hurt and everyone agreed. We supported each other, there was never a problem we couldn't solve when we put our minds to it. It just seemed to happen that most of the time they would come to either Ros or me for help and advice. The other thing that happened over time is that everyone fell in love with everyone else. We were an 'intentional' family that just happened to have many people in it rather than a single couple." 

"Kirsten, you were born in eighty-seven, you were our New Year baby and you were the first of the 'family' babies who grew up in the villa. Chrissy you were born six months later. By the time we all left, just after the first Gulf war there were six children who'd lived there." 

"We scattered all over, but we missed each other. So we kept the 'family' alive. We kept the bank accounts going, we all paid a bit into it each month. We used the money to pay for a big holiday get-together each year for all of us and to build an emergency fund anyone could draw from." 

Kirsten interrupted, "Oh god, I remember those reunions." 

"When we were able we would visit each other. Our home became the unofficial headquarters, and it was unusual if we didn't have visitors every couple of months. And of course we became the first port of call when there was an issue. That's it; I suppose, the rest I think you know. We've grown slowly, Pete and Ann got divorced, Pete met Angie, and then Ann met Paul. They're all members now. There are a few more now, and of course we have the older kids joining when they are eighteen. Pete and Angie have been building up our finances and investments, and Ros set down the last of the rules and you created the website."

I gratefully sipped some wine then Simone kissed me.

I said wistfully, "It seemed so simple and fun when we first started out, there's been a lot of heartache as well, but I didn't regret anything we did then and I don't now." My voice tailed off into silence and we all sat there quietly for a few moments.  

Simone said what we were all thinking, "I think it's time we got back to Rosie, I'm tired and the girls are flagging." 

I paid and we left. Simone walked beside me her arm wrapped around my waist. Kirsten and Chrissy walked in front of us holding hands and kissing every few steps. 

"Thank you for that," she said, "There's so much I don't know about you." 

"Are you sure about tonight, it almost feels like I'm kicking you out of our bed?"

"You silly man I wouldn't have suggested it to Kirsten and Chrissy if I wasn't sure, and it's her right as a member of the 'family' to spend at least one night with you." 

"Since when?" I asked. 

"Ever since Ros created the rule, it's in the 'family' charter."

"Where, I've never seen it."

"It's in the women's eyes-only section." 

"So I've got to take your word for it, is that correct?" 

She nodded and smiled at me.

When we got back to Rosie, Simone collected her night things from out cabin. She and Kirsten kissed us good night and left Chrissy and me alone. 

I held my hand out to her and asked, "Are you sure about this? I won't be upset if you don't want to do it." 

She looked at me and took my outstretched hand, "Scared, yes; want to do it, hell yes." She stepped close and kissed me. "Please take me to bed Uncle Andy... God...you don't know how long I've wanted to say that to you." 

"Then it's time for bed, Beautiful," and I led her to the main cabin. 

She stood in front of me at the foot of the bed. She was nibbling at her lips and I held her. She smiled at me gratefully and reaching up she loosened the shoulder straps of her dress.

I gently pulled the top of her dress down exposing her exquisite breasts. She shivered and instinctively crossed her arms in front of them. 

"You are just as beautiful as your mother was when I first met her," I said. 

She smiled back at me and relaxed her arms. "Does that mean you are going to unwrap me too?" 

"Ohh, goody I do get an early birthday present." 

She laughed remembering her mother's comments about our first meeting. She stepped forward wrapping her arms round me. Pressing her breasts and their hard nipples into my chest. Her head turned up to catch my lips with hers. My fingers stroked her bare back before sliding down caressing as they went, until I grasped her ass through the fabric of the dress, pulling her hard into me. She moaned as she ground her pelvis against me, feeling my cock growing between us.

I tugged her dress over her hips and it pooled at her ankles. She stepped out of it and sat on the edge of the bed wearing only her cream coloured panties. I slipped my shirt off and she reached out and unbuttoned the waist of my jeans, and the fly. She slid her fingertips under the waist of my jeans and briefs and eased them over my hips. She gasped as my erect cock sprang out as it was freed from its confines. She leant forward and kissed the crown and licked at the drop of pre-cum. 

I knelt between her silky thighs and pulled her panties down and off her long smooth legs, revealing a smooth clean shaven mons divided by the start of her slit. Beads of pussy juice formed along her plump labial lips and the spicy scent of an aroused woman tickled the back of my nose. I blew across her lips invoking a gasp. I attacked the curves of her pussy with long, raking licks and listened to her contented moans. Her hands curled round the back of my neck pulling me in closer and holding my tongue in place over the top of her clit as it rose out of hiding. 

I teased the hard nub with my tongue and lips and her fingers tightened in my hair. She rolled her hips back and forward pushing herself against me. She gasped and panted out my name in a liturgy of passion.

"Andy...oh fuck Andy, just there; fuuuck harder. Your fingers, fuck me with them pleeeeese." 

I grinned at her need and slid a couple of fingers past her wet lips and into needy cunt. My fingers curled up slightly seeking and finding the slight difference that identified her G-spot. I found it immediately, if I closed my eyes it was just like her mother was writhing under my touch they were so similar. 

Her body froze momentarily and she cried out as I teased her spot. 

"Ohhhh...ohhh, ohhh God." 

My fingers and tongue continued stimulating her. Her hand clutched at the bed covers, her knuckles going white around the bunched up fabric. She was panting incoherently. 

"Ohhh...ohhh...ohhh...ohhh...ohhh fuuuck." 

Her hips shook and she squirted over my face, gasping as she came. She lay there for a few minutes coming back to her senses, while I continued to caress her. She pulled herself up onto her elbows and looked down her body at me. 

"My god, I'm beginning to see what my mother means about you." She paused and said, "Maybe you could teach Kirsty how to do what you just did to me."

She held her arms out to me and I slid up beside her. She reached down and grasped the shaft of my steel hard cock. I discovered how much her breasts were like her mother's as her areole crinkled and her nipples engorged as I kissed and suckled on them. She kissed my face and licked at her pussy juice that matted my beard. 

She grinned at me, "I taste good, don't I." 

"You do a hint of exotic spice amongst the sweetness. Yes, Darling, you taste magnificent." 

"That's interesting; Kirsty says exactly the same thing."

I returned my attention to her body. Kissing my way down to her breasts from the hollow of her neck. The pulse in her neck throbbed under my lips. She worked her way down my body, kissing, licking and nibbling until she reached the crown of my cock. She gave it a couple of licks then she swallowed the head running her tongue around the grove. I gasped and rose up, pushing deeper into her mouth. She choked and grasped my shaft in her hands to control my movements. Her head bobbed sucking the crown while her hands slid up and down the shaft. I moaned deep in the back of my throat and she looked up at me over her hands. 

She crawled up and threw her leg over me. Pausing as she poised above me, then grasping my cock she rubbed the crown along her sodden slit. She sank down slowly engulfing my length in her tight cunt, until her clit ground against my pubic bone and my glands nestled against her cervix. Her head bent forward as she panted, carefully rolling her hips as she grew accustomed to way I filled her. Raising her head she looked deep into my eyes, beads of sweat running between her breasts. 

"Oh god, yes I understand now. God, I love you," she groaned. "Fuck me." 

I grasped her ass and rolled her on to her back while staying deep inside her.

"Fuck, yessss," she whimpered, and wrapped her legs around me. Her lips found mine and we kissed with a passion that bordered on desperation. I was thrusting and she was rolling her up hips to meet me. She was nibbling at my lip and then she gasped and I felt her cunt clutch at me as a second orgasm washed over her, pussy juice trickling down her crack. I wanted to sink as deep into her body as I could until I was lost, and Chrissy wanted me deep inside her until our bodies completely merged into a single amorphous blob of love and passion.

I hesitated for a moment then I started swinging my hips rubbing my glans over her A-spot. Her response was immediate; her heels were pushing into the back of my thighs and her fingers digging into the flesh of my shoulders. 

She was grunting incoherently as I kept moving my cock over her A-spot. My balls began tightening, and I knew I was growing close. I could feel Chrissy tensing, the muscles in her thighs trembling. 

Then she came with a loud cry, "Fuuuuuccck." She shook and her cunt spasmed. The pressure pushing me over the edge, I came with a long grunt. My hot cum jetted out of me in thick ropes coating every interior square millimetre of her cunt. She arched her back, her buttocks completely off the bed before collapsing back down. Her orgasm continued to roll over her, gradually easing. It took several minutes before she opened her eyes, and she took a long sobbing breath. 

I went to roll off her and she held me tight, my shaft still buried inside her. She croaked, "Please don't move, I want to feel you inside me for as long as I can." 

I kissed her and gently rolled us onto our sides so I didn't squash her. She tightened her cunt muscles around me preventing me from sliding out. Her juice and my cum dribbled out of her to mat in my pubic hair and spread across our thighs. We kissed, a long deep kiss, and our hands kept stroking each other as we slowly came down from our mutual high. 

There were tears in her eyes and I looked at her with a worried expression on my face. I kissed them away and she looked at me and smiled. 

She said quietly, "I really didn't believe mum and the others when they told me sleeping with you would change my life. I could never understand how mum could even consider leaving dad for you. I can now!" 

I started to reply but she stopped me with a single finger on my lips. "I know you'd never ask her, it's pretty obvious that you love dad almost as much as you love her. And that's why I could fall in love with you so easily. But I love your daughter too and you have Simone. We can all be happy together ... but I want to be like this with you often. I feel so ... different, and in such a good way." 

I kissed her and she responded by tensing her cunt, my cock twitched and we both gave a little moan. My softening cock began swelling again, expanding to fill her passage made slippery by our combined love juices. 

I pulled out and she groaned in disappointment. But I rolled her so her back was to me, pulling her back against me and raising her leg so I could enter her from behind. She was so wet and slick from before there was no resistance this time. Her groan turned into a moan of pleasure. I began to slowly and gently thrust in-to her. My hands ran up and down her body, hesitating each time they reached her breasts to tease her hard nipples. Her fingers inched down and she languidly rubbed her clit as I continued to move in and out. My cock head rubbing across her G-spot on each pass. I lavished kisses on her from behind, even able to suck on one of her gorgeous nipples as she half-turned towards me.

We moved together for several minutes, twice I felt her tense and softly cry out as she came, but I never stopped moving. Her free hand was round the back of my head pulling my lips close to her exposed neck. I kissed and nuzzled her neck. Her other hand reached between our legs, her fingers cupping and stroking my balls. She must have felt them tightening as she began pushing back to meet my thrusts. My orgasm built slowly from my balls then to the base of my cock be-fore gushing out in a stream of hot cum. I shuddered to a halt deep inside her, with a long harsh groan. She pushed back hard against me, her fingers rubbing hard against her clit. The hot cum and her fingers pushing her over the edge and she cried out as she came with me.

I wrapped my arms round her as I shrank and slid out of her. 

I whispered, "Thank you, you were wonderful, I'll never forget this night." 

She took my hand and kissed my fingers, and then placed it back on her breast. "I understand how my mother can say that she loves you, because I do too. I'm almost jealous of Simone and Lise, but I have our Kirsty." 

I kiss the back of her neck and she moaned softly. 

"Please hold me in your arms as I fall asleep," she asked, turning to face me 

I did so, drawing up the bed covers over us, and listened as her breath slowed and she fell asleep curled up in my arms with my withered cock still snug inside her warmth. 

I must have fallen asleep too, as I woke to a kiss. I looked up to see Simone and Kirsten standing by the bed. Both were just wearing panties and looked absolutely stunning in the light from the doorway. 

Simone whispered, "We came to see if you wanted any company, we both missed our lovers. 

I answered by drawing back the covers and they slipped in to bed with us. Simone curled up behind me and Kirsten behind her girlfriend. 

I shivered as Simone nuzzled the back of my neck and my daughter reached out and caressed the curve of my jaw. 

"Thank you Darling, I love you," I heard Simone whisper, and my daughter mumbled, "I love you dad." 

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To be continued. 

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Tales of Dirty Old Man Ch. 14



I believe I've achieved my ultimate goal - I am a Dirty Old Man!

This is the fourteenth chapter in this series - I strongly recommend you to read the previous chapters in order before this one, it's not going to make a lot of sense otherwise. 

Again for some reason this chapter bounces about a bit on the timeline, but I think it works so I'm not going to change it. 

I can't thank Romantic1 enough for the time he spent reviewing and editing this and the previous chapters.





Tales of Dirty Old Man Ch. 14



Simone passed a knowing look at me; we'd guessed that Lise would want to show us off. We hailed a taxi and headed back towards the apartment. It was a family restaurant and not a tourist trap. Lise seemed to be well known, "It's so convenient for the apartment, I've eaten here several times," she told us.

The young waiter seated us and said to Lise. "Salut Lisette, il est bon de vous revoir. C'est ton père?" 

Lise and Simone laughed and I said, "Non, je ne suis pas son père, je suis son amant."

Simone said, "That's not true, you are my lover as well." The waiter looked at me with an expression of sorrow and pure envy. 

I sort of felt sorry for him, I think he had a crush on her. Well not that sorry; I wasn't going to tease him. Lise had sat down beside me so I stroked her arm and she curled into me for a kiss that left her panting. The waiter noticed the tender kiss.

Simone kicked me under the table, "You can be an evil bastard when you try, and you've just broken that poor boy's heart." 

Lise chuckled, "It's going to take days before he will talk to me again." 

I let Simone order our food, steak, frites and a green salad for all of us. I decided on a beer and the girls stuck to water. While we were waiting Lisette's phone bleeped with a text message. She replied and for a minute or so messag-es bounced back and forth. We could see she was anxious as she was biting her lip. 

She looked up at us and said, "I have a problem, my best friend Naomi wants to bring my ex-boyfriend tonight. Apparently they hooked up over the summer."

I asked, "Do you want her to be there?" She nodded. 

"So, I don't see the problem, we will be there with you. He's no longer of any importance to you. You don't want to spoil your friendship because of this do you?" 

She shook her head and said, "Thank you, I was worried you would be upset." 

Our food arrived and for a while we were quiet as we ate. Both of them were playing footsie with me like little children and giggling at the most inane things. We finished with a coffee for me and tea for the girls.

"My friends will be there at seven-thirty, we want to get ready for them, so can we go please?" 

"Of course," I gave her a kiss and we paid and walked next door. I held Lise's hand, just to show the waiter one last time how possessive I could be.





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She looked deep into my eyes and murmured, "You are all mine, and I love you so much it almost hurts. Fuck me and make me feel better. I rolled my hips and pushed up into her and she gasped and sat upright and rode me in counterpoint. My cock grew even harder as the silky flesh caressed and cocooned me. 

Lise said with a hint of desperation as she knelt above my face, "Please Andy, lick my pussy, make me cum again." 

I grasped her thighs and maneuvered her above my eager tongue. I licked her swollen pussy lips tasting a hint of my pre cum in her honey sweetness. She hissed in pleasure and then gasped as my tongue pushed between her lips and into the entrance of her cunt. 

Simone had one hand on Lise shoulder, supporting herself, as she rose and fell. With her other she reached out and around Lisette to caress her breast. I looked up past the soft curve of Lise belly to watch as Simi rolled and squeezed the nipple. My eyes following a bead of sweat as it slowly ran down her belly and over the glistening tattoo. It rolled over her hairless mons before hesitating on the edge of her clitoral hood. My tongue snaked out to gather it in before returning to run around the hard nub that poked out shyly from the safety of its hiding place. 

Lisette bucked and ground her clit against my mouth. She leaned back slightly and her hand joined Simi's on her breasts. Simi was groaning as she rolled her hips rubbing the crown of my cock against her pleasure spot. 

The sensation of pressure began to grow in my cock and balls and I slowed down wanting it to last for ever. Lisette was panting in pleasure and I slid two fingers inside her to help her over the edge. I located her spot and a few sec-onds later a gush of pussy juice announced the start of her orgasm

"Ohhhh shit, fuck yesssssss," she gasped out and she sank down on my face almost suffocating me. 

The constant stimulation of her A-spot was too much for Simone and she came. The walls of her cunt rippling before squeezing tight against my ridged cock. I relaxed my floodgates and came with her. Jets of hot cum coating the walls of her cunt before mingling with her juice. She was whimpering with the intense pleasure, leaning forward and resting against Lise. 

After a few moments we all curled up together, me in my favourite place between them. Their heads resting on my shoulders, a leg each over one of mine. Their breasts pressing against my chest and their soft breath warm against the few hairs on my chest. The glow we'd laughed about earlier seemed to infuse us with its warmth. 

Lise sighed contentedly. "Does it get any better than this?" she mused. 

Simone said, "I don't think so, I've never felt so loved in all my life." 

Their heads swivelled to look at me. Simone whispered, "Hey old man, are you happy?"

How could I put my feelings into words? "I thought I was going to live out the rest of my life as a lonely old man. Then I met you and everything changed for the better, and then we met Lisette and it got better even more. You both found and filled that empty void in my life." 

I kissed the top of Simone's head and then Lisette's. "And you young one, if it hadn't been for her, I would never have considered you as a lover. You were just too beautiful and young, what would you see in me? She opened my eyes to you and now we feel complete."

Lise smiled and said softly, "Do you know how many women look at us with envy and longing when we are with you. Do you understand what you did to me when I first saw you? I was weak at the knees and I had to wear a pad in my panties I was so wet just thinking about you. I'm surprised you couldn't smell how aroused I was." 

"I could tell," Simone said. "I watched you that first day as you hovered around him. It's what first made me look at him properly and realise that Andy's so much more than a dirty old lecherous man."

"Hey I'll have you know I spent a lot of time and effort to create that persona." 

Simone smiled, "We know, and it's taken us weeks to bury it and make you our sexy, lecherous, dirty old man." Her fingers traced a path around my chest as she spoke. 

I kissed her fingers and she shut her eyes, I heard a whispered "I love you" before her breathing slowed and she drifted off. 

Lisette shifted slightly and she settled down, her hand drifting down and clos-ing around my softening cock. "Mine," she cooed as she also closed her eyes. We both relaxed and were soon asleep. 





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Simone gasped as she came. Her orgasm hit her hard and long, her cunt clamping down on me. That was all I needed to push me over the edge. I grunted as I came, pumping my hot cum into her waiting passage. She collapsed onto the back of the sofa, sliding off me with an audible pop. Our juices mixing and trickling down her legs as it oozed from between her puffy lips. I stood hunched over her,supporting myself on the back of the sofa, seemingly protecting her. 

She recovered enough to push herself upright, turning to sit on the back of the sofa. I slid between her open thighs and wrapped my arms around her and she rested her forehead on my chest. 

I needed a bit of reassurance that I'd not overdone it. "Are you ok?" I almost said 'was that alright for you' but I resisted the temptation. 

She lifted her head off me and looked up at me. She whispered, "That was so intense love, I felt powerless under you. You used me for your pleasure and I loved it." She stretched up putting her arms around my neck. Her mouth connecting with mine, and her tongue penetrating me.

I picked her up and carried her to the bed. I took her boots and stocking off. I climbed in beside her and drew the covers over our entwined bodies. The sticky mess in our groins matting our pubic hair together as we fell asleep. 





Tales of Dirty Old Man Ch. 15



I'm sorry this chapter took on a life of its own and I'm only half way through the Dubai adventures. 

I believe I've achieved my ultimate goal - I am a Dirty Old Man!

This is the 15th chapter in this series - I strongly recommend you to read the previous chapters in order before this one, it's not going to make a lot of sense otherwise. 

I can't thank Romantic1 enough for the time he spent reviewing and editing this and the previous chapters.





Tales of Dirty Old Man Ch. 15



The women wanted to change for dinner so we all headed up to the suite. I'd forgotten how sticky you could feel with the temperature and humidity in the gulf so I headed for the shower. The bathroom featured an oversized walk in rain shower, as well as a huge tub big enough for at least four people. In the corner was a wide leather curved sun bed style chair which had me thinking. I stood in the shower and the sensation of the warm water on my skin was pleasure in its self. 

Simone came up behind me wrapping her arms around my waist. Pressing her breasts with their hard nipples into my back. Her hands slid lower and found my cock firming and rising to meet her. I closed my eyes and lost myself to the gentle touch of her finger tips along my sensitive flesh. Her lips feather kissed the back of my neck. 

I stiffened as I felt a second pair of hands on my body. I turned to see Fiona standing beside us with a hopeful look. 

I asked, "Are you alone or is Steve joining us?" 

She shook her head and said, "Angie invited us to join her and Pete in the other shower. Steve's always had a thing for her so he said yes. I preferred to be with you if you don't mind?" 

Simone answered her question by wrapped her arms around Fiona and drawing her into a three way caress. 

I could picture the scene in the other shower. Angie had once told me that the sensation of hot water thrumming on her back as one cock took her from behind and she sucked on a second was one of her all time fantasy's. Pete and I had played out her fantasy on several memorable occasions. I felt my cock jump and grow even harder at the thought. 

I took a cloth and the shower gel and began the very enjoyable task of washing the two beautiful women with me. My memories of Fiona hadn't failed me. She was still had the slim, trim and toned body that I remember. Her freckles were more pronounced than Angie's. She still had her glorious soft red curls at the junction of her legs. She would trim and keep it tidy but she would never shape it. She use to describe it as her crowning glory.

I let my fingertips toy with her curls and heard her whimper as I grazed her clit in passing. Simone took the cloth from me and started washing my back. 

Fi slid her still soapy body up against me whispering, "It's been a long time since we showered together." She blushed and said, "Do you recall the time in Saudi when we almost got caught by the cleaners after I dragged you into the shower in the changing room. I almost swallowed the cloth I was biting down on so she wouldn't hear me scream as I came. It took me days to get the taste of soap out of my mouth." I smiled at the recollection and nodded. 

Fi sank down onto her knees and looked to Simone for permission. Seeing the smile, she licked the crown of my erect cock, running the tip of her tongue around the groove. Then she swallowed the crown into the silky warmth of her mouth. Her head bobbed as she sucked. Beads of pre-cum formed at the tip and she swallowed them without hesitation. 

Simone ran her fingers down my back and I did the same to her. Caressing the perfect curves of her arse cheeks, made even smoother by the soap suds. My finger slid lower and she sighed and opened her legs to give me better access. I found the entrance to her kitty slick with the water and her own juices. She pushed against my fingers, eager to be penetrated. Two fingers granted her wish and I gave her the bonus of my thumb on her clit.

She gasped and slumped against me. She whimpered, "Please Andy, make me come," as she wrapped her arms around my neck for support. 

Fi looked up and grinned at me around her mouthful. She paused to say, "I love the taste of you in my mouth." 

I groaned, "And I love the feel of your mouth on my cock." I groped for the shower controls and slowed the tropical rainstorm to a light drizzle.

Simone writhed as my fingers moved inside her, stroking her G-spot while my thumb rubbed the hard nub that was her clit. She buried her face into my neck whimpering in pleasure as she nibbled my flesh. I felt her legs shaking and the walls of her cunt shivered as her eagerly sought after orgasm built up in deep inside her. 

After a few minutes Simone came with a final long drawn out cry. Clutching tight against me for support as her knees buckled. I held her up as she regained her composure, I let my own pleasure from Fi's mouth control my actions. Fiona was caressing my shaft as she suck the head deep into her mouth. I rolled my hips eager for her to suck me in deeper and she obliged. She placed her hands on my hips to control my movements. Each time she swallowed more until her face was resting against me. Her throat muscles massage my cock and it was too much for me to resist. 

I gasped, "Fuck I'm going to cum." 

Fi pulled back so my cock crown filled her mouth as my first spurt of milky cum appeared. Simone dropped to her knees beside her and after the second pulse of cum she took Fiona's place and milked the last of my cum from me. 

I leant back against the tiled wall of the shower for support. Fi and Simi stood and they both showed me my frothy cum in their mouths before they kissed and swallowed. When they broke apart I pulled first Fiona then Simone to me and kissed and tasted their mouths. 

For just a few moments we all hugged, then I looked at Fi and said softly, "Your turn I think." 

She looked at us gratefully and said just one word, "Pleeeease."

Simone and I led her to the sun bed in the corner, grabbing towels as we passed the rack. Fi lay down on her back and Simone curled up beside her, kissing her lips and caressing her breasts. Fi let her knees fall apart inviting me to admire the beauty of her pussy lips and the crowning glory of her soft red curls. I leant forward to taste the beads honey juice forming on her lips. I slowly licked up from the pink puckered rose to the hard nub of her clit as it emerged from its hiding place. Her hand stroked my hair as she whimpered. Her other hand pulled Simone's head to her breast and her whimpers grew louder as Simone suckled on her nipples.

I lapped at her pussy lips, letting my tongue dart between them and she wriggled in pleasure. Her whimpers became moans and then a groan as I pushed my fingers into her wet silky passage, finding her G-spot. I sucked and nibbled on her clit and she jumped, pushing herself hard against my mouth. 

"Oh shit," she gasped, "that feels fucking wonderful." 

I kept caressing her G-spot, feeling the walls of her cunt ripple in response. She grew wetter and moved rested her legs on my back. Each time she grew close to coming I'd stop and blow on her clit and she would groan in frustration. 

Simone said, "Stop teasing her, she needs to cum."

I smiled and nodded. I shuffled up the bed until the tip of my erect cock pushed at the entrance to her cunt. With my hands on her hips I pulled her to me sliding deep into her wet, silky passage. 

"Fuck, yessss, fuck me you bastard," Fiona cried out. 

I thrust into her, quickly gaining my rhythm. She rolled her hips meeting my thrusts, moans forced out of her each time I slammed into her. 

"Harder," she gasped shaking her head from side to side. "I'm close." Then she came shuddering on my cock. "Ohh fuck yesssssss."

I wasn't done so I kept plunging in and out while her orgasm kept washing over her. She was having a second orgasm as I felt my balls tightening as the pre cum ache built up. Then I came, hot cum filling her cunt as I pumped into her spilling my seed. She had her head resting on Simone's lap as she came down from her high. Her cunt kept clutching at me, reluctant to let me go, but as I softened I pulled out with an audible pop. Trickles of cum and pussy juice ran down her arse pooling on the leather. 

Fi sat up and wrapped her arms around me, "Christ I missed you." Then she turned to Simone and held her arms out. They hugged and kissed. 

Fiona said to her, "I'm so happy that you came into his life. We were all so worried about him after Ros died." She stood up and smiled as she looked at the mess trickling down the insides of her thighs. "Bugger, I need another shower." 

I looked at sticky mess in my groin and decided to join her. Again we stood and let the water cascade over us. This time we resisted the temptation of the flesh. Simone sat at the vanity unit with a towel wrapped around her waist. She was using a hair dryer to dry her hair and she smiled as she watched us chastely wash each other. I got out first and held a large bath towel out to Fi as she stepped out of the shower. She wrapped it round herself and then headed off to the other bedroom to find her case. She reappeared a couple of minutes later with her makeup case laughing to herself. 

"I would have had to set a bomb off in there to be noticed," she joked. 

"Angie's really going to town. She's got Pete in her arse and my husband fucking her pussy. I'm surprised you can't hear them in here!" 

Simone switched off the hair dryer and sure enough we could hear the cries of passion and pleasure coming from the other room. The sounds rose to a crescendo and then faded away. 

Simone returned to drying her hair and Fi sat down beside her and began applying her makeup. I sat down on the edge of the bath to watch them. I love watching beautiful women. The anticipation you experience as you watch a woman slowly shedding her clothes knowing you are going to experience that perfection is amazing. But that in my opinion is capped by the relaxed enormity, of watching a woman take the blank canvas that is her body and create a work of art. 

Simone smiled at me in the mirror, she knew what I was thinking. She asked, "How formal is the restaurant?"

I replied, "It says semi-formal in the hotel guide, why?" 

"I just wanted to know if I should dress up or down for tonight?"

I laughed, "You don't know how to dress down, and you could make a sack elegant." I stood up and walked over to them. I kissed the back of her neck and she turned her head to receive the next one on her lips. 

She gently tapped me on my arse and said, "Go and get dressed. As much as I love seeing you naked, you are distracting me." 

I paused by Fiona to kissed the back of her neck, running my hands over her shoulders and cupping her breasts.

"Go," she giggled, "you are too distracting."





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I stood and Angie came over to me and hugged me. She said, "Take me to bed please, and make love to me. I need to feel you. I want to sleep with your arms around me." I held her tight against me.

We walked into the bedroom and we helped each other undress. We both need to use the bathroom. I stood at the toilet and went to pee. Angie put her arm around me and grasped my semi erect cock. 

"Can I hold you while you pee?" she asked. I nodded and starting peeing while she aimed me at the bowl. 

"Oh that feels funny," she said, "I can feel it throbbing." When I finished she got a cloth and cleaned me. Then she sat to pee herself, and when she finished I used the cloth to clean her. 

She pulled the bedding back and climbed into the bed, I joined her and pulled the covers back over us. I lay on my back and Angie curled up beside me, she nuzzled my neck and kissed me. I captured her mouth with mine and she whimpered. 

I looked at her and asked, "Are you ok love, you sounded a little upset earlier." 

"I went a bit over board earlier. You know how Pete and Steve can get sometimes. They egged each other on and I got carried away with their enthusiasm. Before I knew it Pete was buried deep in my arse and Steve was fucking my cunt. It wasn't like when you and Pete take me, you take your time and think about me. They were just a tad too enthusiastic for me to really enjoy it." 

"Do you want me to say something to them?" 

"No I had a word earlier with them. Now I just want some nice Andy loving please." 

I gently sucked on her nipple in reply and she hissed in pleasure. I spent the next few minutes letting my fingers and mouth get reacquainted with the curves and bumps of Angie's sensuous body. I had pulled the covers back a bit and in the soft glow of the bedside lamp her skin took on a rosy glow. Angie had been running her fingertips along the shaft of my cock, and by now he was a good ten and pointing skyward. 

When I let my fingers finally slide between her legs, Angie was as wet as I could ever recall. She gasped as my fingers entered her. 

She whispered, "Can I be in charge, I want to do all the work, and ride you long and slowly." 

I kissed her and helped her guide my cock to her entrance as she positioned herself above me. She slowly slid down me, millimetre by millimetre. I didn't time it but it was at least a full minute before our pubic bones touched and my cock crown was touching her cervix. 

"Oh god that's amazing, shit I'm so close," she gasped. 

I rolled my hips a couple of times, letting my cock head rub against her cervix and the area immediate in front of it, and she shuddered in pleasure. 

"Fuck Andy I'm coming," and she looked down at me in shock. 

She paused for a couple of moments to get her breath back. Then she was off, moving slowly and methodically, riding my cock in a long precise motion. Her eyes were closed and her neck and chest stained with a coital blush. She kept the rhythm and didn't vary the pace. I push up slightly at the end of each stroke to meet her. 

Again she came, shuddering in her release, but she didn't stop moving. Her slick velvety passage sliding over the ridged flesh of my cock.

I let my fingertips drift across her breasts, running around her nipples as I whispered. "You are beautiful darling, you feel amazing round my cock. I love you." 

"Do you really?" She asked quietly. 

"I have since the first time I met you and I always will." 

She stopped moving and lay down on me, her lips seeking mine. She kept clenching the muscles in the walls of her passage to hold me in place. 

"Andy, I love Pete, but if I didn't have you as well I'm not sure we'd still be together. You are the one person I can trust will love me the way I need, not the way I want. You give me that spark of purpose, and now I'm carrying our baby." 

"It's going to be his baby." 

"I know it is, it's our baby, his, mine and yours. If we could put two fathers names on the birth certificate we would." 

She rose up on her elbows and looked deep into my eyes. "Now I need you to love me the way I need," and she smiled and stroked my beard. 

I rolled her onto her back and she smiled up at me happily and wrapped her legs around my thighs. I began ploughing her fertile body with long slow deliberate strokes that left her gasping. I felt like I could go on for ever. I enjoyed the feeling of her coming on my hard cock, twice, no three times!

We were both moaning incoherently by the time I reached the point of no return. My orgasm burnt through my cock, spraying her cunt with ropes of my milky cum. She'd been hovering on the edge of another orgasm and my hot jizm pushed her hard over the edge. She cried out as she came, shuddering and whimpering. Her fingers clenched down and her fingernails tried to imitate Oliver's claws on my arse cheeks. 

We rolled onto our sides and I stayed buried inside her. She ran her fingers down my chest and I played my favourite game with her freckles, joining the dots. 

She kept tensing her cunt to hold me in place, but finally I softened too much and I slid out with an accompanying trickle of cum. 

She sighed happily and whispered, "That's why I love you so much. You know instinctively how I need to be fucked every time we make love." 

I kissed her and caressed her back. She pushed me to my back and wrapped herself around and over me. Her head was tucked under my chin and she stifled a yawn. 

I whispered, "Sleep now darling." 

And she replied, "Yes please." 

I felt her body slowly relax and her breathing slowed and I was aware of the moment she fell asleep. I listened to that cute little wheeze she gave at the end of each breath. I had the feeling that there was more to her need to be with me tonight, than she was admitting. Thinking about it I did recalls few occasions in the past when she had turned up unannounced to spend a few days with me and Ros. She would arrive looking a bit down and leave with a spring in her step. 

The room was quiet, the only sound her breath and the faint whirr of the air conditioning. I settled back and let sleep take me. 





Tales of Dirty Old Man Ch. 15



He turned to me and Simone, "Contessa, sir, I'll have your cards brought to you." 

He closed the door behind him and there was a collective sigh as we all let our breath out. 

Fi said, "Holy fuck, I had a Contessa sucking my tits last night," and burst out laughing. 

I grinned and said, "Yep, and she gives great head as well...shit that hurt!" As Simone punched me. 

"It looks like we've finally made it," Pete said as he looked around the room. "We've been in a few of these rooms before but I could never find out how they were allocated. Andy and Simone's...sorry the Contesssa's first time and they offer us the use of one." 

Simone stood in the centre of the room with an upset look on her face. "If anyone here calls me Contessa again, I will...I will..." She looked around at us for inspiration before her gaze settled on me. "I'll make Andy smack you in public."

"You know she means it," I said. 

The room went quiet for a moment then Angie said, "Come on I want a swim and a drink." She pulled her dress up over her head and stood to let us admire her bikini and the slight bulge that portended our baby. 

Fi went to use one of the shower rooms to change, then she gave a little shrug. She undid the buttons at the front of her dress and shrugged it off her shoulders. She let it slide down her body and stepped out of the circle of fabric. Her bra and panties quickly followed. By this time we were all changing but I know I paused to admire her beautiful body and I wasn't the only one. Simone like Angie was already wearing her bikini under her clothes. The three men all had to strip down for our ladies enjoyment. 

We headed out via the other door to the pool, burdened with towels, sunscreen, and the other necessities of sun worship. One of the pool boys met us and led us to an area were six sun beds had been placed by the shade of a large umbrella. A table with cold drinks on it stood in the shade. 

Kevin came over, "Contessa, I hope you will enjoy your stay. If there is anything we can do please let me or any member of the staff know." Simone nodded and he left. 

Angie said, "It's not fair, he can call you Contessa..." 

I grabbed her and gave her a gentle smack on her butt. "I'm damned if I'm going to smack him, you on the other hand." 

She laughed and pulling out of my grip, hurried to the side of the pool and dived in. She surfaced and called out, "You've got to catch me first." 

I dived in after her and after a few moments I managed to corner her. She wrapped her arms around my neck and gave me a kiss. I felt another pair of arms encircle me and I turned to receive a kiss from Simone. 

Pete swam over to us and said, "This isn't the main pool, it looks like Kevin's letting us use one of the private pools." I hadn't noticed before, but now that Pete mentioned it, I realise we were the only ones by this pool. 

I pulled myself out of the water and walked over to the table to get a drink. Fi was sitting on one of the sun beds, she'd taken her top off and was rubbing sun screen on her breasts. 

"Can you do my back please?" She asked, handing me the bottle. I sat down beside her and she turned away. I covered her back generously, recalling that with her fair skin she burnt easily. 

We started talking as she lay down on her front, and I sat on the edge of the next sun bed. I had wondered why she and Steve were here as they lived in Perth, so I asked her. 

"We both have the long vacation option every ten years, so when we heard about the wedding we took up the option. This is our first stop, in a couple of weeks we are going to Italy then on to the UK to meet up with some of Steve's relatives." 

She rolled over onto her back and asked, "Could we come and stay with you before we go to Italy?" I was mesmerised by the beauty of her pert breasts and she had to poke me to get my attention. "Did you hear my question?" 

"Errr, yes." 

She snorted, "Yes you heard me, or yes we can come and stay." 

"Both of course. Do you want to stay on the boat or at the chateau?" 

"The boat would be nice, but I want to see the chateau, of course." 

"Then that's what we will do," I said. She smiled and lifted her face for a kiss. I let the back of my finger caress the soft curve of her breast. I stood up and responded to Simone's calls from the pool and brought her a cold drink over. I sat down on the pools edge and let my feet dangle in the cool water. She tucked her arms over my thighs and I cradled her between my legs.

"This is nice," she said and I caressed her cheek. She sought my finger out and sucked it. We watched as the others got out of the pool and settled down on the sun beds. Angie had taken her bikini top off and when Simone climbed out she handed me hers. We settled down on the two remaining sun beds to top up our suntans.

I intended to read the book I'd started on the plane. But after a few pages the events of the last couple of days caught up with me and I fell asleep. Hunger and the sensation of a finger gently caressing my face woke me up. Simone was asleep on the bed next to mine and Angie had curled up beside me. She was propped up on her elbow looking down at me, and her nipple was tickling my chest. I smiled up at Angie and she gave me a quick kiss. Fiona and Steve had found a hammock on the far side of the pool in the shade of a pair of palm trees and were quietly talking, and Pete seemed to have disappeared.

Angie saw me looking around and said, "He's gone off to play a quick round of golf. He saw a couple of our investors earlier and they needed a fourth, he should be back in a couple of hours or so. Are you hungry?" 

I nodded. "What time is it?" I asked. 

"Two o'clock, they do a nice buffet here if you're interested." I said yes and sat up and stretched. Angie went over to Fiona and Steve while I woke Simone by teasing her nipples 

"Bastard," she muttered as she knocked my hands away. Then she stretched and I bent down and gave her a kiss right on the end of each nip. 

"We are going to get something to eat, do you want to come?" 

She sat up and put her bikini top back on and pulled a wrap out of her bag and tied it around her like a sarong. The others came round to us and Fi slipped a cotton sundress over her bikini bottoms. Angie pulled a tee-shirt and a pair of shorts on. Steve and I just put tee-shirts on over our trunks. 

Angie led the way past the main pool. She stopped briefly to say hi to some friends and quickly introduce us. We followed her onto the long veranda which was dotted with tables and comfy chairs. 

A club steward hurried over when he saw us, and said rather too loudly for comfort, "Contessa, ladies, Gentleman if you would follow me." He turned and led us to a set for six. 

Simone winced and looked at me and the others apologetically as we sat down. "I'm sorry, this is why I don't use my title." 

"Hey, don't knock it. This is the best service I've ever had here," Angie said. 

The steward appeared with a bottle of champagne, "Contessa, with the complements of the club." He opened the bottle and poured us each a glass and we toasted Simone. It was supposed to be a buffet but in our case sampler plates were brought to the table by the staff. 

We'd just about finished when Pete appeared and sat down. 

Angie told him, "You missed all the fun, Kevin's gone overboard. He's completely Contessa struck. He wouldn't let Simone go up to the buffet, he had the food brought to the table instead. Poor Simone is getting upset with all the attention." 

"Damn, then I'm not going to help," Pete said with a smirk. "I mentioned to the investors during the round of golf that Andy was here with his fiancée. They said, insisted really, that they'd like to meet the pair of you. They are about to invest a hundred and fifty million with us, so if you could I'd be very grateful." 

"Damn it Pete, you shouldn't put them on the spot," Angie complained. 

He replied, "I know, but I forgot that when I said Andy was visiting, they already knew he's the chairman. And then I let slip he's here with his fiancée and I'd just found out that she was a Contessa. You know how some Americans like titles. The next thing I know they are insisting we meet for drinks tonight with their wives." 

Simone and I looked at each other and silently groaned, she grimaced but gave me a slight nod. 

"When do they want to meet," I asked Pete. 

"They want to meet for drinks at seven. When I told them you were staying at the Burj, they want to meet us there. I think they are angling for an invite for dinner." 

Simone looked at him, "Drinks only Pete; we've got to meet Lisette's flight and she'll be in by ten." 

Angie looked at Pete and shook her head. "Tell them we will meet them for drinks, then you and I will take them to dinner. You are just going to have to tell them that Andy and Simone need to meet the Paris flight so they won't be able to join us for dinner." 

Fi said, "Is there anything we can do to help?" 

Simone said, "Come and give us moral support when we meet up for the drinks." 

Steve said, "Fi, if you want to go to the airport with them, I can stay with Pete and Angie." 

"How about we all meet up in the bar on the top floor when we get back," I suggested. "We should be back from the airport by eleven." 

Pete looked relived, "That's a plan then, I'll let them know what's going on." He stood up and walked off back into the club. He appeared to be all business.

Angie looked at Simone and me and there were tears in her eyes. "He's been like this a lot recently; he's so wrapped up in the business and he loses himself. Ever since we came back and there was the chance I was pregnant, he's been working all hours of the day and night. It's not like we need the money, he could retire tomorrow and we'd still have more money than we could ever spend." 

I looked at my watch, it was almost four o'clock. "I suggest that we pack up and get the car back to the hotel." Everyone agreed and I saw Kevin by the door and waved him over. 

"Could you call the car for us please, we need to get back to the hotel." 

"Of course, I'll get the gate guards to let the limo in, it will be waiting for you at the front entrance." 

I thanked him and asked him to let Pete know we were leaving. I followed the other back to the changing room. We got changed and as we were about to leave Pete hurried in. He said he'd meet us in the lobby in a couple of minutes. 

Kevin was waiting for us in the lobby. He gave Simone and me our membership cards and then escorted us to the limo. Pete rushed up and we headed back to the hotel. 

Back at the Burj we all hit the bathrooms, Simone discovered the joy of the whirlpool bath and I couldn't resist joining her in the hot bubbling water. As we lay there enjoying the soothing waters Simone said, "I think we know why Angie wants to spend a few days with us." 

"It looks that way," I agreed, "The question is do we let them work it out or should I talk to Pete?" 

"I don't know," she said. "You've known them for so much longer that I have. What do you usually do?" 

"I used to let Ros kick his arse when he was being a pain in the neck. She used to shout at him then take him to bed. It seemed to work every time, he seems to respond to a strong woman." 

"Well that's not going to work with me," Simone said, "I just don't know him well enough!" 

"Crap, the only other person I know who really understands him is Julia; I think I need to give her a call." Then I had another thought, "I'll have a word with Fi as well, I think she understood how Ros handled him." 

"I'm surprised that you aren't keen to talk to him?" 

"Because subconsciously I don't think he's completely forgiven me for, as he sees it, stealing Ros away from him."

She settled back in the bath against me and seemed to be absorbing what I'd said. I wrapped my arms round her and enclosed her breasts with my hands.

"Have I told you I love you," I murmured and nuzzled her neck. She shivered slightly and place her hands on top of mine. 

"All the time," she whispered. 

I repeated, "I love you," ten times or so times, and she asked me what I was doing. 

"I'm banking a few for a rainy day!" She laughed that gorgeous sultry laugh and turned over to face me.

She did the same repeating, "I love you," alternating them with kisses, then she said, "and those are my bankers."

Angie appeared in the doorway in a robe and said, "That looks fun, is there room for me?" 

Simone blew her a kiss and said yes. Angie undid her gown and let it drop to the floor. She was naked underneath it in all her glory and she quickly stepped over and into the bath and settled down beside us in the oversize tub. 

She sighed as the hot water started to turn her skin pink. "Oh this is nice," she moaned, and gasped as I stretched out a hand to caress her breasts.

She said, "I'm really sorry about tonight, Pete can be so thoughtless some times. I so wanted us all to meet Lise at the airport, and now I'm going to have to pretend I'm interested in the investor's conversations." 

Simone suggested, "You can always use the pregnancy trump card, if it gets too much for you." Unconsciously Angie's hand moved protectively over her abdomen. Simone placed hers over Angie's and they both smiled at each other. 

The water sloshed over the edge of the bath as Simone sat up. She looked at the clock and said, "We've still got some time before we need to get ready. What do you want to do, where's Pete?" 

"He's asleep, I said I'd wake him at six-thirty." She looked at us with the tips of her breasts rising from the foamy surface of the bath like tropical islands. "I know what I want to do," she said coyly. "Please take me to bed and hold me, I need to feel loved!" 

We helped each other out of the bath and quickly dried ourselves before sliding under the covers. Angie lay between us and Simone and I cuddled up against her. We both gently caressed her and she sighed in contentment. 

She spoke softly and said to Simone, "I used to love this when I visited Andy and Ros. I'd arrive all upset and they'd take me to bed and hold me between them. They would hold me all night and I would feel so loved it almost hurt." 

She buried her head into my shoulder and whispered sadly, "Andy, I miss her so much, she was my big sister and my lover. I knew her for ten years and you two were more of a family than my own ever were." She kissed me and then Simone before stretching and making cute little whimpers as our hands continued to roam over her body. 

Simone whispered in my ear, "She needs to feel loved, hold her while I make love to her," 

I wrapped my arms around Angie as Simone kissed her way down to her little tuft of red pussy hair. Angie sighed happily, settling back against me and letting her thighs fall open inviting attention from Simone's tongue. I caressed the silky soft skin of her breasts, letting my fingertip trace the puckered circles of her areoles. 

Simone settled between Angie's thighs and ran her tongue in a long slow deliberate sweep from the pink rosette of her anus to the nub of her clit. Angie groaned and her nipples firmed under my fingers. 

I could look down the sweep of her body and see Simone's lips circling Angie's clit as she sucked and teased it with the tip of her tongue. 

Angie tilted her head and looked at me panting as she said, "Oh God, I love both of you." Then she threw her head back and moaned from the back of her throat as Simone slid two and then a third finger inside her. She rolled her hips seeking to match the motion of Simone's fingers 

Her head rolled from side to side as her orgasm drew close. She moaned matching the rhythm of her hips, "Ohhh... Ohhh... Ohhh... Ohhh... Ohhhhh God." And she came, her body shuddering and her fingers digging into my arms. 

Simone crawled up beside me, we kissed and I could taste Angie's spicy honey sweetness on her lips. Angie rolled over to face us, "I do love you," she whispered. "You make me feel so good."

We hugged and then it was time for Angie to wake Pete up. She wrapped her robe around herself and went off to get dressed and rouse Pete. We got out of the bed as well. 

Simone said, "I guess we need to dress up a bit, are you going to wear a jacket?" 

"I think so, what are you thinking of wearing?" 

"I've got that nice red silk cocktail dress I wore when I first met Angie and Pete." I smiled in recollection and agreed it would be a nice choice.

She sat down at the dressing table and I watched as she quickly styled her hair into a French braid. She had a lovely antique silver clip she used stop the end of the braid unravelling. 

She sat on the bed and pulled on a pair of black stockings and smiled at me when I passed her the black lace panties and matching garter belt. She shook her head when I held up the bra. I found a pair of tan chinos and a light blue shirt, and my old comfy linen jacket. 

"Can you do up my zip please," Simone asked as she pulled the dress up and settled it on her shoulders. I zipped her up and kissed the back of her neck. She turned and handed me her collar and smiled happily as I fastened it around her neck. 

"Thank you Master," she whispered. She bent down and refastened her heart anklet, before putting her heels on. 

She gave me a twirl, and I said, "You are beautiful." 

"And you are not bad for all that you are my dirty old man," she joked.

The others were waiting for us in the sitting room and we headed down to the bar in the lobby to meet up with Pete's American investors and their wives. 

We had only just settled down and ordered our first drinks when they arrived. Pete jumped up and performed the introductions. There was an older couple, around my age, Brad and his wife Caitlin. And two other couples in their early 40's. Doug and Jennifer, and Bryan and his girlfriend Diane. I had to smile as I saw the look of confusion that flitted across their faces as Pete finished introducing us. He'd forgotten and introduced Simone as just Simone.

I took pity on them and put them out of their misery by adding. "Simone is the Contessa Simone Helena Rachael Laurent-Duval." Hey I don't care; I am proud of her!

Angie told them that they had a table booked for eight-thirty, so they had plenty of time to relax and have a drink. 

Simone apologised saying, "I'm so sorry that Andy and I can't join you but we have to meet a relative who's arriving on the Paris flight tonight." 

Oh no, we were told, that is fine. We fully understand, family comes first. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Angie smiling to herself and mouthing 'Comes first' at Simone. Simone had to hide her grin by turning to me and giving me a kiss. 

She whispered, "Lise will like that; she has to come first later." Now it was my turn to try and hide my amusement. 

We sat down and while their partners discussed investments and golf with Pete and Steve, the women wanted to know all about Simone and me. For the next hour or so we kept Pete's guests entertained until it was time for them to go to the restaurant. I noticed that Angie and Diane seemed to get on very well and she kept glancing at the rest of us. 

Fiona decided she was coming to the airport with Simone and me, while Steve agreed to joined Pete and Angie and the Americans for dinner. 

The three of us sat down after the others had left. 

Fi let out a sigh and said, "That was hard work. I don't know how Pete does it?" 

Simone asked, "When do we need to go to the airport?" 

I went over and checked with the concierge who said he would check to make sure the flight was on time and would ensure there was a limo for us. 

He came over a few minutes late and told us that the flight was on time and the limousine would be outside in forty-five minutes. 




Tales of Dirty Old Man Ch. 15



"Do you want to get changed?" I asked Fi and Simone. They decided not to, so we ordered another drink and some snacks while we waited. We found a quiet corner of the bar with a sofa and a comfy chair. Simone curled up beside me tucking her feet up under her. Fi sat on the chair and stretched out resting her legs on my lap. Fi and Simone talked about the wedding plans and I just relaxed and enjoyed the company. 

Finally, it was time to go and meet Lisette. The limo drove us to the arrivals entrance. The Burj had its own parking zone and the limo was going to wait for us there. The electronic arrivals board indicated that her flight had landed twenty minutes ago and we waited for her to walk out of the customs hall. Hers wasn't the only flight so there was a constant stream of passengers exiting the hall. 

She appeared after ten minutes pushing a trolley before her, her long golden hair shining like a beacon to our eyes. She looked tired but her face lit up when she saw us. She hurried over and threw herself into my arms and then Simones. 

"Missed you both," she gasped, "Come on, I need you to take me to bed."

Fiona laughed and said, "I can see why you love her, she's amazing ... and horny." 

Lise smiled tentatively at Fi, so I introduced her. She smiled happily and gave Fi a hug and a kiss. 

"I'm sorry I should have recognised you from your photos on the family's web page; Andy said you'd be here." 

We made our way back to the limo and it seemed no time before we were back at the Burj. Lise spent the trip bouncing from one side to the other of the car, peering at the sights while she kept up a running commentary about her flight and life in Paris. 

We checked her in and got her bags sent up to the suite. She stood in the lobby turning round and peering up at the atrium. 

She asked, "What do we do now?"

"Now, we meet the others in the bar," Simone told her. 

She looked down at her jeans and tee-shirt, and said, "I need to get changed first." 

Simone said, "I can take her up, we will meet you in the bar in fifteen minutes." 

I nodded and we all got onto the lift. Simone and Lise got out at our floor while Fi and I carried on to the top floor and the bar. We were the first to arrive and we found a nice spot with a view over the city. The bar wasn't crowded and the waiter came over to take our orders. I don't know why but I felt like having an Irish coffee and Fi decided to have one as well. 

We were sipping them when we saw Pete, Angie and Steve walk in, followed damn it by one of the American couples, Bryan and Diane. Angie hurried over when she saw us.

"I'm sorry, the others were happy to leave after the meal, but these two wanted to stay. They are very interesting though." 

"And how are you going to explain Lise to them? You know she's going to be all over us." 

"I don't think it's going to be an issue; I said they were interesting. It seems that Diane's a member of a polyamorous marriage and Bryan is about to join her pod. She told me in confidence after she picked up on our group dynamics. She asked if me if we were all in a polyamorous relationship. I haven't said much but I think you would like to talk to her." 

This sounded interesting so I said ok, and they came over. Diane sat down beside me and I took the opportunity to find out about her. She was a bit younger than I'd originally thought. She was thirty-seven, a brunette with shoulder length hair, she was about five-nine with a nice trim figure and a soft southern accent. She was a lawyer from New Orleans. I was just about to ask her about her polyamorous marriage when Simone and Lise arrived and I was assaulted by my young lover. 

She bounced onto my lap and wrapped her arms round me pulling my face to hers for a kiss. She'd changed into a LBD that clung to her curves and had every male pulse in the room racing. 

I calmed her down and introduced Diane properly to her. Simone looked intrigued at Diane's revelation and sat down on the other side of her. Lise curled up on my other side and started sipping my Irish coffee. 

"You are in a group marriage, how many are there in the group?" Simone asked.

"There's two husbands and three wives at present, and when Bryan joins us there will be six of us and two children. We've been together for almost ten years. We bought a big old mansion on the outskirts of New Orleans. It was damaged in Katerina and we are slowly renovating it."

She looked at me, "Yours isn't a polyamorous group is it?" 

"No, we call ourselves the family. We are a much looser group than yours sounds like. I suppose the closest analogy I can think of is we are a financial and emotional cooperative. We have our own small close family relationships and a broader group dynamic. Most of us have been part of the family for over twenty-five years since our early days working in Saudi Arabia. Now we even have second generation members, my two children have joined as have Pete's. I suppose the biggest difference is that we live all over the world." 

She took this in and then asked, "So do you all have sex with each other?"

I shook my head, "That's not how we interact. In the very early days I suppose we could have been thought of as a group of married friends who were swingers, but we realised early on that casual sex wasn't enough to keep us together." 

I realised that the rest of the group had settled down around us and were listening to us. 

"Pete, Fi, Steve you were all there in those days, what happened?"

Fi responded, "It's simple, the sex on its own wasn't enough. What we wanted, needed even, was the close relationships and the financial security we were building within the group. Yes, the sex became an integral part of it, but we all set our own relationship boundaries and nobody oversteps them. Steve and I were swingers when we joined, but the family is so much more fulfilling." She looked at Steve and he smiled and nodded in agreement.

Pete added, "We are all equal, but Andy and Ros, his late wife, were always our foundation. When she was ill I know that everyone of us would have taken her place if we could." 

Diane smiled and nodded in Lisette's direction and said, "I'd love to learn more but I think you need to take your young lover to bed." 

I looked down at Lise and realised she'd fallen asleep against me.

Angie said, "You two take her to bed, we can use the other suite tonight. We will all meet up for breakfast at the same time tomorrow if that's ok." 

"Sounds good, see you in the morning," Simone said. 

I gently shook her awake and she looked at me with blurry eyes. 

"Oh, did I fall asleep?" 

"Yes, time for bed young one." 

We said our good nights and got as far as the lift before she demanded I carry her. Simone laughed as I picked Lise up. She wrapped her arms around my neck, tucking her head against my shoulder and smiled up at me happily.

"You are just taking advantage of my good nature aren't you," I said to her. 

She grinned and said yes.

We entered the lift to the amusement of the other guests waiting and Simone pressed the button for our floor. Soon I was standing by the side of the bed and I unceremoniously dropped her on it. 

She screamed and then looked up at me seductively. She said, "I didn't fly all this way just to sleep, I want you to fuck me just like Simi did earlier." 

I looked at Simone who had the good grace to blush, "She was flaunting her bald pussy earlier and I couldn't resist a quick taste," she admitted. 

"And of course one taste wasn't enough!" I guessed. 

"No, she tastes so nice and moans so seductively when you lick her pussy. She had a screaming orgasm, I'm just glad these rooms are soundproofed." 

The person under discussion looked up at us from beside the pile of clothes she'd taken off and asked. "Are you two going to discuss my orgasm or are you going to give me one," she paused dramatically and then batted her eye lashes and said, "Pleeeeese, I need your hard cock."

"Jesus Christ, we've created a monster," I moaned.

We bowed to the inevitable and getting undress we joined our lover on the bed. As soon as I lay down, Lise pounced on my rapidly growing cock, she wrapped her hands around the shaft and sucked the head into her mouth. I groaned as she swirled her tongue around the head. 

"She's getting better," I gasped. I stroked her hair and Simone caressed her body, running her fingers along the expanse of her back and down between curves of her buttocks. Lise whimpered as Simone's fingers trailed across her pussy lips. 

Simi brought her wet fingers up to my mouth and I could taste our young lovers need on her fingers. I pulled her to me, positioning her above my cock. She grasped the shaft and fed me past her guarding lips and into the vault of her velvet soft vagina. Lise cried out in pleasure as I sank my full length into her. My crown touching her cervix and her clit rubbing against the base of my cock. She swayed and used one hand on my chest to support herself. She was rocking back and forth, rolling her hips to maximise the movement of the tip of my cock on her A-spot. Little moans escaping her lips, and her other hand was pressed against her mons, the fingers rubbing her clit. 

Simone looked flushed watching us, her fingers were working on her kitty and clit. I offered my tongue and she smiled in thanks. She knelt above my face and supported herself on the ornate bed head. She sank down until my tongue could lash her wet kitty lips. She groaned as I found her hard clit with my tongue. 

Lise rocked herself to her first orgasm, the walls of her vagina fluttering in sympathy with her release. She paused then started rocking again, this time faster and harder. Her moans equally growing louder and longer. 

Simone rocked her pelvis, rubbing her kitty against my face. I ran a finger around the puckered ring at the entrance of her arse, her juices lubricating my finger. She shuddered and gasped as I pushed my finger past the tight muscular ring, and sucked hard on her clit. 

"Fuck yes," she gasped, "push another finger in." 

A second finger joined the first, moving round, rubbing the soft wall. 

"Oh god... Oh god... I'm coming," she groaned. I sucked harder and she came. A gush of her sweet juice covering my face. She sank down and then rolled to the side. She kissed me, licking her juice from my face. 

Lise was still rocking and I began rolling my hips to meet her movements. She whimpered and looked down at my sticky face. I was groaning trying to concentrate on not coming. Her fingers were still moving on her clit 

"Ohh, Fuck yes, just like that," she said, as I pushed harder into her. I caught hold of her swaying breast and squeezed the nipple. She howled and came, her orgasm exploding in her cunt. She fell forward as I kept rolling my hips to keep my cock moving. Her eyes clenched tight and her mouth opened wide in a silent scream as I kept her orgasm going for several long moments, triggering new spasms every few seconds. 

"Ohh god, enough," she finally gasped, "no more, please no more." And she collapsed on me. 

Simone looked at her in concern, but after a moment Lise eyes fluttered and she took a long breath. She rolled off me and curled up on her side. Simone curled up behind her, hugging her to her. I lay there on my back with my still hard cock standing proud. 

Lise turned to face Simone and panting said, "Is it my imagination or is he getting better. I don't think I've ever cum like that." 

Simone grinned, "He's been practicing on me, and I've been enjoying every moment. And Fi and Angie have been benefiting as well." 

"Ahem," I coughed and pointed at my abandoned cock. "I seem to be missing something." 

"Oh yes, and what's that," Simone asked with a smirk. 

"A nice warm wet place to hide that poor innocent piece of my anatomy in, otherwise he's going to sulk" 

"Well we can't have that, we need to find him a home don't we." 

Simone crawled over to me, then on to me before turning round. She slid down my body until her mouth hovered over my throbbing cock. The glisten lips of her kitty were poised in front my face. The heady aroma of her sex assault my nose. I gasped as she licked the shaft then swallowed the crown of my cock. I licked her kitty lips, savouring the honey spice, then I pushed my tongue past her lips and into her cunt. 

A second mouth joined Simone's as Lise settled between my thighs and sucked my balls gently into her mouth. 

"Ohh, God," I moaned as two tongues licked my cock. They alternated licking and sucking. My cock jumped and twitched. 

I kept licking Simone then I used my fingers and quickly found her G-spot. She gasped and then renewed her efforts, pursing her lips and sucking the crown of my cock. 

I kept moaning as I felt my balls tighten warning me that I was close to losing control. Lise felt the change and warned Simone. She brought her head close to Simone's and wrapped her hands round the base of my cock. 

When she felt the first surge through her fingers she pushed against Simone's face and they both opened their mouths to receive my gift. Jism jetted from my cock and was caught by their mouths. I groaned as they pumped the shaft, milking every last drop from me, to be savoured then swallowed with sighs of pleasure. 

Simone groaned as my fingers kept their pressure on her centre of pleasure, humping her hips to maximise the sensations. As my cock slowly deflated she came, crying and squirting in response to the waves of pleasure that started in the pit of her stomach and spread all over her. 

We all curled up, me in my favourite position between them. Two heads settled down on my chest and legs and arms draped themselves over me. 

I glance at the clock and whispered, "Happy birthday, Darling."





Tales of Dirty Old Man Ch. 16



I believe I've achieved my ultimate goal - I am a Dirty Old Man!

This is the 16th chapter in this series - I strongly recommend you to read the previous chapters in order before this one, it's not going to make a lot of sense otherwise. 

I'm sorry about the long gaps between chapters but it's due to the real world intruding into my writing time. The result of a family crises, plus getting dumped with an ex-colleges project that's 3 months behind schedule.

I can't thank Romantic1 enough for the time he spent reviewing and editing this and the previous chapters.





Tales of Dirty Old Man Ch. 16



I'd seen these notices before, in the early days they would have been in the monthly newsletter that was first mailed then faxed and finally emailed around. They were always the same, a polite note that a couple were trying for a child and until further notice would everyone please observe the no bareback rule. Not once was that request not honoured. I hadn't seen it but I guess that Angie had placed a similar post. As soon as the pregnancy was confirmed a thank you notice would appear, it was our unofficial way of announcing a pregnancy to the family. 

I gave her a kiss and she lay back contentedly. We were surrounded by the sounds of the sea and the boat. The continuous slap of the water against the hulls, the flap and snap of the sail, the creak of the rigging. By the wheel Pete and Angie were quietly talking, they both look happier that I'd seen over the past few days. Pete's no fool, I know he can get fixated on his work; he's done it before. But I think he also knew why Angie would take her little trips to see Ros and me, and I sensed he was happy she was coming back with us. She'd be safe and he could wrap up whatever it was that he was working on.

Angie glanced at me and saw me looking at her, I blew her a kiss and she smiled happily back at me. Steve stepped down into the cockpit, the sweat dripping off him. 

"Shit, it's hot, water anyone?" He asked. I think we all said yes and he grabbed an armful from the cool box and handed them out, draining his before taking the last couple forward to Fi and Lise. A few moments later he reappeared followed by the girls. 

Fi gasped, "Its cooler here, how much longer to the island Pete? I want to go swimming." 

"Another thirty minutes or so." He pointed out a recess by the side of the cockpit. "That's a fresh water shower if you want to cool down?" 

"Oh, God, yes please," and she stood under the shower and let the cool water cascade over her. Her nipples hardening in response to the cool water. Lise pushed her way beside her and stood there with a happy expression on her face. Simone stirred and when they stepped out, she stepped under the water for a few moments. 

Lise sat down beside me, leaning back against me, and pressing her wet body against mine. The wet fabric of the front triangle of her bikini bottoms was almost completely transparent and her tattoo was clearly visible. Pete whistled in appreciation when he saw it. 

"That really nice Lise," he said. 

She grinned at him and said, "It's my gift to the two of them, its proof of my commitment." 

Simone stood by the rear of the cockpit allowing the breeze to dry and cool her. She turned to Fi and asked, "How did you all survive the heat when you were in Saudi, this is nice for a few days, but not for years?" 

Fi said, "It was a dry heat, there was almost no humidity. For some reason you didn't feel the heat as much." 

"It's true," Pete said, he glanced at the thermometer and continued. "It's 34 degrees but the humidity is 98%. We often saw temperatures ten degrees hotter in Riyadh but there was no humidity so it felt a lot cooler." 

Twenty minutes later saw us scurrying around as we lowered the sails and anchored The Lady R about fifty meters off shore. Pete and I lowered the yachts' tender into the water and stowed the food and the rest of gear we'd need. 

Pete and Angie took the tender to the shore. The rest of us dived off the stage at the stern and had a race to the beach. Lise and Steve were the first on shore, closely followed by Fi and myself. Simone took her time as she'd decided to use a face mask and a snorkel. 

By the time she walked out of the sea doing a remarkable impression of Ursula Andress, we had erected the sun shade and were setting up the barbecue. She was like a child as she described the coral and fish she'd seen.

As I'd learnt many years earlier the combination of the direct sunlight in addition to the reflections from the white sand and the sea could be deadly. I noticed that Simone's back looked a touch red. 

I suggested, "I'd wear a tee-shirt if you want to do any more snorkelling, the rest of us will be." Lise came over and I gave her the same warning. 

Fi heard me and agreed then she said, "Do you remember when I ended up in hospital after I fell asleep on an air mattress at the villa?" 

God yes, I'd got back to the villa early for once and seen Fi asleep, floating on her front on a Lillo in the pool. Her back had been bright red and starting to blister, I made her stand under a cold shower until Ros got back. She took one look at her back and we were on the way to staff health. Fi spent the next three days on the burns ward and it was a further two weeks before she could lie on her back. 

"Yes," I said, "you gave us all some sleepless nights over that." 

"I gave myself more than a few," she said. "I've had three pre-cancerous moles removed over the last few years. I have to get routine check-up's every couple of months all because of that day." 

"Fi, why didn't you tell me?" I said, and I held my arms out to her.

She came and folded herself into my arms. "Because I didn't want to worry you," she said, and then just so I could hear, "because of Ros." 

I looked at Steve and he grimaced and said, "I've memorised every part of her body, if I even think there's been a change I make her go to the clinic." 

"Hey it's not as bad as it sounds," Fi said. "I've only ever had pre-cancerous moles, and I'm careful to use a waterproof complete UV sun block when I'm out in the sun."

We sat down in the shade to enjoy the chilled champagne Pete had opened to toast Lisette's birthday. 

The short time we spent on the island encapsulated everything I'd grown to love about the family. We all recognised the freedom that comes from totally trusting the others in the group. We all knew and respected the boundaries we had set. It was an absolute pleasure to lie with my head cocooned in Fi's lap as Simone and Lise teased Pete. They'd ganged up on him after he'd chased them for pouring ice cold water on him. They'd pinned him down, not that he'd struggled that hard. They pulled his trunks down and gave him a 'thank you for the boat trip' blow job, which had left him gasping in pleasure. They had gone to Angie and shared the fruits of their labours with her. 

We don't do orgies in the family, nor sex for the sake of sex, I don't think we ever have. But as the family we have always been happy to share our love both physically and emotionally. Did watching my lovers play with Pete turn me on, hell yes! Did it make me jealous, definitely not! I know Fi was aroused, she watched their game with a grin, her nipples hardened and the heavenly aroma of a sexually aroused woman caressed my nostrils. I saw Angie and Steve share a kiss and a caress as they prepared the food. Sex and physical pleasure was never the goal of our get-togethers, it was a happy by-product. 

Fi wriggled and one hand caressed my face while the fingers of the other slid under her bikini bottom gently rubbing her clit. 

She bent down to kiss me and I raised a hand to her breast, rolling her nipple between my fingers, extracting a gasp of pleasure. 

Pete stood pulling his trunks up and grabbed Lise and tossed her over his shoulder and walked into the sea with her kicking and screaming. He threw her into the water and she disappeared below the surface before reappearing spluttering and vowing unspeakable vengeance. Simone saw Pete moving in her direction and ran over to me and threw herself on to my lap. 

"Save me Master," she begged, kissing me as Pete towered over her. 

"Sorry mate," I said, "She's playing the master-slave card. She knows I'd have to save her, but....." And then I grinned up at him. "That also means she has to accept any punishment I decide upon or who I decide should administer it." Her contented smile suddenly disappeared and she looked at me in mock horror. 

"Please Master, don't let him punish me." 

"What do you think Pete, how many smacks?" He grinned and raised two fingers and I nodded. 

I said, "Sorry darling, off you go to accept your punishment from Pete." 

He sat down on one of the coolers and she smiled and gave me a kiss before going over to Pete and stretched out over his knees. Two sharp cracks and two yelps then she stood up. Pete gave her a hug and she hugged and kissed him back. Then she came over to me and presented her butt for my inspection. Two red hand prints were forming and she gave me her sad-eyed face. I pulled her down beside me and she curled into me, leaning across me to give Fi a kiss. 

Then she sought my lips and whispered, "I love you, Master." Then she smiled and placed my hand on her breast. "I can't believe how much my life has changed and that I would be this happy." I hugged her in reply. 

Angie called out, announcing that the food was ready and we all gathered around for hotdogs and salad. We had chilled watermelon to finish and refresh ourselves. 

After lunch Pete and Steve went back to the boat and returned with an assortment of snorkelling and scuba gear. Of the seven of us only Simone and Lise had not dived before. Pete, Steve, Fi and myself had been diving since our early Saudi days. Julia and I had gone on holiday to the Maldives just to learn to dive. Pete had taught Angie when he first met her. 

Pete and I had both passed our PADI dive master and open water courses. We decided that as the water inside the coral reef was only twenty foot at its deepest, if we each took responsibility for one of our novices it would be safe for all of us to dive. 

We gave Simone and Lise a twenty minute masterclass, while the others kitted up and headed out to the reef. Then Pete took Lise and I took Simone and we carefully followed the others into the water. After a last check we adjusted their buoyancy jackets and we sank below the surface. 

We only went down a couple of feet to start with, and I kept hold of Simone's hand. In front of us Pete was doing the same with Lise. The water was crystal clear and below us the sandy bottom danced with the refracted sun beams. We made our way over to the others who were clustered around a large coral head waiting for us. 

The coral head was teaming with small reef fish and was set in about ten feet of water so I felt safe to let go of Simone's hand and let her explore on her own. 

I remember the magic of my first dives, even the smallest plainest creature was a unique experience. So I could imagine just what Simone and Lise were experiencing. I spotted a large purple tinged anemone with a resident pair of clown fish and brought both of them over to see. It was fun to see the joy in their eyes as the two tiny clown fish would aggressively attack an outstretched finger. Pete reached into a plastic bag and brought out a handful of bread the quickly dispersed into a cloud of small particles. We were immediately surrounded by a school of black and white Damsel fish that darted every each way. 

I checked Simone's air gauge, there was still comfortably enough air for another forty minutes. Pete checked Lise gauge and gave me the sign for forty. I gave him the ok and then pointed in the direction of the reef. At no point was I intending to let the girls go below fifteen feet so a slow gradual accent would cover any risk of decompression issues. We escorted our novices the hundred meters or so out to the edge of the reef

They were like kids in a candy store darting from here to there as something new would catch their eyes. I saw that Steve had his camera with him and I made sure he got a few shots of the girls. All too soon it was time to slowly ascend. We probably didn't need a decompression stop but we did one in any case. It was lucky we did because the girls got to see their first reef shark. It was just a baby, no more than three feet from nose to tail. He circled around us for a minute or so before with a casual flick of his tail he disappeared off along the edge of the reef. We were never at any risk from him, he was only curious as to what had invaded his territory. 

When we reached the surface Lise spat out her regulator and gasped, "Did you see that huge shark, I was so scared, it was this big." And she held her arms outstretched. 

Pete laughed and held his finger and thumb apart and said, "Don't you mean this big, he was tiny." 

I said, "He was only a youngster, he was probably more scared of you than you were of him." 

We swam back to the boat and Pete and I helped the girls to take off their scuba gear. We stowed it on the boat and then we swam to the shore. We spent the rest of the afternoon lazing about until it was time to pack up. We had a table booked for seven that evening and the ladies had already given us poor mortal men strict instructions that they needed to be back at the hotel by no later than five-thirty to give them time to get ready.

So just before four we were hoisting the sails and heading back to the marina. Simone and Lise were checking out the photos that Steve had been taking on the dive. Lise grinned when she saw the close-ups of her and Simone. The tee-shirts they'd worn were transparent in the water as were the bikini bottoms. 

Lise came and jumped on top of me and looked around at every one, "I want to say thank you to all of you for such a wonderful birthday. Thank you for accepting me as part the family." She gave me a kiss and then stood up and gave one to everyone else. 

She came back and pulled Simone and me into a hug. She whispered to us, "Thank you for sharing your love with me." Then she laughed and cried out, "Best birthday ever!"





Tales of Dirty Old Man Ch. 16



After kissing us and murmuring sentiments of love, she said seriously. "I know I play the fool some of the time, but this means the world to me. I have never loved anyone the way I love both of you. I didn't put this ring on because it's a pretty piece of jewellery, it is beautiful by the way! I put it on because I know what it means to both of you and what it symbolises." 

Simone and I hugged her, then we relaxed and opened our little huddle to let the others come in close as they offered their congratulations in a more physical manner. 

Before we left my fiancées had each placed one of my hands on their arse. Simone whispered, "We're not wearing any lingerie tonight. It's our present to our master, and a promise of our love tonight in a very physical way." I caressed their arse cheeks and could only feel the smooth skin under the fabric of the dresses. 

The restaurant Angie had picked was in the same building as the club. We took a couple of hotel limos to the restaurant and the lift to the top floor. We were shown to a dimly lit circular booth off to one side. Simone and Lisette sat on either side of me, but for the fun of it we had decided that we would all change places for every course. Lise kept holding her hand out so the light caught the stone on the ring, and then she would blush self-consciously and try and hide it. 

I let my fingers slide up Lise's thigh and she happily parted them granting me access to the soft skin of her mons and the plump wet lips of her pussy. She groaned and rested her head on my shoulder as I pushed my fingers between her lips and into the silky warmth of her cunt. She slid down the seat slightly, pushing herself against my fingers, pulling her dress up around her waist. Simone must have heard the little gasp and turned from her conversation with Fi. She looked past me at Lise and grinned when she saw what I was doing. 

She reached over and placed Lise's napkin over her lap and whispered in my ear, "Another birthday present is it? Is she being a good slave, Master?" 

"Very good," I replied, "Would my other slave like to join her, I have another hand?" 

She laughed and kissed me, "This slave would prefer to wait until her Master can enjoy her more fully, but the Master should know this slave is desirous, wet and ready for him." 

She slid her hand under her dress then withdrew it with the fingertips glistening with her kitty juices. I grasped her hand and raised her fingers to my mouth so I could taste her unique flavour.

Lisette's eyes were closed and her mouth was open and she softly panted as my fingertips caressed her G-spot. One of her hands was tightly squeezing my leg and the other, the fabric of the beach seat. Pete was sitting on her other side and took her hand in his and her knuckles were white as she squeezed his hand. 

She was gently rocking her hips pushing herself against my fingers, her first course sitting ignored in front of her. 

She moaned, "Ohh....ohh....ohh," and then as she came. She gave a long groan that she muffled with my napkin she snatched from the table. 

"Ohhhhhhhh fuck." And my hand was wet with her juices as her cunt fluttered against my fingers. Simultaneously, the aroma of her sex filled the area around our table.

She sank back in the seat and I eased my finger from her. She grasped my hand and sucked my fingers licking all the evidence of her passion from them. 

She looked up and saw the rest of the table watching her. She smiled through slitted eyes and said, "My master is very kind to his poor unworthy slave; he let her cum, and enjoy the taste of herself." She kissed me and I could taste her on her lips. 

She laughed and we all laughed with her. She used her napkin to clean herself up and then went to the ladies room to complete the job. As usual the rest of the women went with her. It's a mystery to me why women go to the bathroom in groups, and I will probably still not understand when I die.

When they returned I found myself sitting between Fi and Angie, both of them took one of my hands and placed it in their laps. 'We both want what you gave Lise a little later,' they told me; my poor cock firmed up again. I'd just got comfortable after the erection Lise had given me subsided. 

The meal was pleasant, but not spectacular, nothing stood out in any of the three courses. Angie admitted to me during the dessert that she'd picked it more for its convenient location than the food. As the ladies moved around the table the conversation ebbed and flowed until Angie announced it was time to move. 

We paid and took the lift down to the lobby and the entrance to the nightclub. Angie had reserved a whole VIP section for us and the rest of the guests she'd invited. The owner, a grey-haired man in his sixty's came over to us as we arrived. Angie greeted him by name, "Christophe, Mon ami, these are my friends I told you about." 

He turned to look at us and I saw him frown when his gaze passed over Simone, then he said in English with a heavy French accent, "Any friend of this one is a friend of mine. Angela, mon chéri, some of your other guests have arrived, I had them shown to your tables. So who's the birthday girl?"

Lise said shyly, "C'est moi." 

Christophe looked at her and said, "Vous êtes une fille d'anniversaire belle, si seulement j'étais plus jeune." He walked over to her and gave her a kiss on each cheek. 

Lisette blushed and flirted with the older man, "Merci beaucoup, but it's not true, you're not too old." 

As we walked through the club, skirting the already busy dance floor. Angie introduced the rest of us. When she got to Simone he stopped and looked at her closely. 

He shook his head and said sadly, "I knew your mother, she was so beautiful. When I first saw you I thought you reminded me of someone, I couldn't think who right then. We were all devastated when she died so young. Your father, is he still working with his grapes?" 

"He is, this year's crop looks like it's going to be a good vintage." She mused for a moment, "Christophe....Christophe Combes, I remember you. You used to visit when mama was alive." 

"And you were the beautiful young girl who used to sit on my knee, and look at you now; it's just like Helene was standing in front of me again. Later, you must tell me all about George. Let me get you settled down." 

He took us over to the reserved section and shook his head dismissively, "Non," he said, "This is not good enough for fille de la belle Helene. Come follow me." He walked over to another roped off area and ushered us inside. He called over an assistant who'd been hovering nearby. 

"Bring the rest of Madame Angela's guests over here. I want a security guard now and send a couple of our best waitresses over. I want them to look after my guests." 

One had to walk up several steps to enter the area. A large, very plush alcove, that could seat thirty people comfortably, may be forty at a pinch. Groups of comfortable sofas and chairs were set around several low tables. 

While we waited for the other guests to be brought over, Christophe, Simone and Lise were happily talking to each other in French. I stood talking to Angie and Pete as we looked out over the dance floor. The acoustics of the area were superb, the dance music was a pleasant background throb and yet you could carry on a conversation comfortably with having to raise your voice.

Simone waved at me, wanting me to join them. She switched to English as I got there. 

"Christophe, this is Andrew, my fiancée." We greeted each other and he congratulated us both. 

When is the wedding?" 

She replied, "On New Year's Eve in the Maldives, but today is also very special to both of us, as our young lover has agreed to get engaged to both of us." And she gave Lisette a hug. 

Christophe regarded me and said, "You are a very lucky man my friend, two of the most beautiful women in the room and both of them in love with you." 

Angie and Fi had walked over and heard his last comment. 

Angie laughed and said, "No, you're wrong, it's three." And she wrapped her arms around me.

"No, it's four," Fi added as she put her arms around me from my other side. 

He looked at them, and then me. "Are you sure you are not French," he asked. I said no and he shook his head regretfully. 

"I have other guests I must attend to, but with your permission I'd like to join you later if I may?" Please, I told him. 

We settled down and Angie started to introduce us to the people she'd invited. Most of them were either the younger employees from the company and their friends. There were a few of Angie's friends in their late 30's and early 40's. It was a nice friendly crowd and they quickly made us feel welcome, some had even brought small presents for Lisette. The waitresses brought us champagne and canapés courtesy of Christophe and they opened up a small bar to one side of the room. 

Lise pulled me on to the dance floor, where I stood swaying to the music while she bounced around me. She kept wrapping herself around me rubbing her body against mine. Simone came over to us and she joined in and for the next fifteen minutes the three of us danced close together.

Lise shouted over the music, "I love both of you." 

We kissed her back and I pointed in the direction of our seats and gestured that I was going back there. The girls nodded but carried on dancing together. The security guard waved me past and I climbed the steps into an oasis of peace and quiet.

About half of the group were sitting down, the rest were probably on the dance floor with Lise and Simi. One of the waitresses gave me a glass of champagne and I sat down next to Angie. Pete and Steve had their heads together in conversation, and Fi was nowhere to be seen. Angie bent her head to mine and said, "Fi went off dancing, and Steve's trying to convince Pete to employ Pauline." 

"And will he?" I asked. 

"She's family, so of course he will, but he's enjoying making Steve work for it."

The security guard came over and pointed at the top of the steps, "They say they've been invited but they don't have an invitation." Bryan and Diane waved at us and we waved them over. 

"Sorry about that," I said, "but Angie and Simone know the owner and he's somewhat protective of his friends." 

"It's no problem," Bryan said. "This is impressive," he said as he gestured around. The waitress brought them over a glass of champagne each. 

"Where's the birthday girl?" Diane asked. 

I replied, "She's out there somewhere with Simone dancing." 

Diane asked, "Can we have a word with you and Angie please?" 

I nodded, and Angie and I moved over to an empty table and sat down. 

"What did you want to say?" I asked. Bryan gestured to Diane to start. 

Diane said, "I'll come right to the point. Bryan and I were wondering if there was any way we could join the family." That was the last thing I expected them to say, we looked at them in surprise. 

Diane continued, "We are in love, and Bryan was willing to join our extended group in order to be with me. Until we spoke to you and Angie we didn't realise there was an alternative." 

Angie said, "I don't understand I thought you were very happy in your group marriage?" 

"I was, but I've been feeling a bit like the fifth wheel for the past couple of years. I suppose that's why I was happy when Bryan proposed and said he'd be happy to join the pod. It made me feel that I'd have someone special in the group." 

Diane continued, "The trouble is that recently I've got the impression that the others in my marriage wanted to share Bryan more that I felt was necessary." 

Bryan said, "It's Diane I love, I like the rest of them. But it was for Diane that I was willing to join her family." 

I said, "I know that this may sound silly, but why don't you two just get married to each other and live separately from the rest of them?" 

"I've thought about it but I grew up in a polyamorous family and I married into one. I'm used to the companionship and the lifestyle. I just didn't realise that there was an alternative until I spoke to you." 

I commented, "The problem is as far as I am aware there are no family members living in the states at the moment. So if we did this, you'd be on your own and I thought that's not what you wanted?"

Diane said, "Bryan's an investment banker and I practice international commercial law so we can work anywhere in the world. We thought we'd settle down where there were some other family members." 

I sat back to think and look at them. They were a pleasant looking couple, they were both intelligent and to be honest I was pretty sure that they would fit in easily. But we hadn't brought anyone into the family who wasn't a family member or was marrying a family member in ages. Christ, I actually couldn't remember the last time. 

I waved Pete and Steve over, "Can you remember the last time we brought someone into the family who wasn't related to a current member?" I asked them.

Steve said, "Don't you remember, it must be twenty years ago. Tony and Carol Peters, at the time they were friends of Jeff and Gillian." 

"God, yes that's right," Pete said, "I keep forgetting that they weren't in Saudi with us. Why do you want to know?"

I pointed at Diane and Bryan. "These two have just asked to join, that's why!"

They both looked surprised, and Pete said, "Diane you understand that the family is very different from the life you have in your polyamorous marriage. We don't live in one big house all together."

"We understand that, and we believe it's what we want. We want to live as a couple knowing that when we desire the support and companionship, the family would be there to support us. After talking to Angie we don't believe that the love we have as a couple will endure if Bryan marries into the pod." 

Diane took a sip of her drink and looked at me. She said, "I suppose it's only fair to give you some background so you can understand why we are serious about this." 

"That might make our decision easier," I agreed.

"The two couples who started my group marriage, were into the swinging scene. It's where they met, became friends and then lovers. All four of them are bi, and for them buying the house and living together was a logical decision. I met James at a conference where he swept me off my feet and into his bed, and we stayed there for the whole three days. I was a young lawyer working all the hours that God sent and starved of love. James offered me everything that was missing in my life and the fact he wanted me to marry not just him but the whole group was just like being the main character in an erotic novel. The trouble is life doesn't always imitate fiction, and I've always felt like the fifth person in the group -- odd man out, if you will." 

Bryan said, "When I met Diane it was love at first sight. She was on a business trip to my home town and we met in a restaurant. I was invited along to make up the numbers by my sister." 

Diane added, "We started a long distance love affair, but it wasn't until Bryan managed to get himself transferred to my home town that I had to admit to my polyamorous marriage." 

Bryan said, "I must admit I was taken aback a bit, I didn't even realise that those types of marriages existed. But I love her so I was willing to accept the idea of joining the pod to be with her." 

I could see that Simone and Lise were about to return so I needed to wrap this up. 

"Lisette flies back to Paris tomorrow night, and for the rest of the trip we will be staying at Pete and Angie's. I'm going to suggest that you stay there with us so we can discuss this further." 

Pete nodded in agreement and said, "You're welcome to join us. We will all be at the villa Monday afternoon so why don't you come over then. There's a lot we need to explain." 

Diane looked happy and Bryan relieved, and then they greeted Simone and the birthday girl as they came over to us. Lise went over to the bar and Simone sat down next to us.

Simone whispered to me, "What was that all about, I could see you were in a deep discussion with Diane so I kept Lise dancing, not that she needs a lot of persuading." 

I whispered back, "You remember Diane said she's part of a polyamorous marriage?" She nodded. 

"She and Bryan want to get married and Bryan's willing to marry into the pod just to be with her. But they are not convinced their love will survive inside the group marriage. I think Diane's also scared that she won't be happy outside a group scenario, so they've asked us if they could join the family!"

"What did you say?" 

"That we needed to discuss it, we've invited them to stay with us at Pete and Angie's for the rest of the trip." 

She nodded in agreement and curled up against me. Lise came over with a couple of bottles of water and curled up on my other side. She handed one to Simone and drank the other down. I gave her a kiss which she extended into a long deep passionate kiss, her tongue seeking mine. 

We settled down enjoyed ourselves for the rest of the evening. Christophe came back and joined us. He started to tell Simone stories about her mother. They were speaking in French and Lise was happy to listen in. I could only understand a bit of what he was saying, but as Simone seemed so happy to hear new tales about her mother I let them get on with it. 

The music slowed down and Fi dragged me onto the dance floor and wrapped herself around me as we swayed to the music. She lay her head on my shoulder and hummed the tune as we moved around the floor. She ran her hand down my back and I caressed her firm arse cheeks. 

She raised her face and kissed me and said, "You know I have always loved you." 

"I know," I said. 

"We've decided," She said, "Now that Mike and Julia are leaving Australia, we will be the last of the family living there. We are going to move here. Pete's offered Steve a job and I can set up a physio clinic." 

We kept dancing or at least I was swaying to the music. I asked, "What's Pauline going to do?" 

"She's got a job in the Paris office of the company, so she's going to move over there in the New Year." 

It was interesting, that after years of being spread out all over the world it looked like the family was growing closer. England, France and Dubai, Pete and I had even discussed relocating the head office to London in a few years. 

The song ended and we kissed and separated. We walked back towards our seats and met Simone, Steve, Diane and Bryan coming on the floor to join us. 

I went to Simone and she gave me a kiss. "Come and dance with me," I said.

"I will do," she said, "But you need to dance with Diane first." 

I held my hand out to Diane and she took it. The music was slow and sensual and she pressed her body against mine. Beside us Simone was dancing with Bryan. I noticed she was happy for him to have his hand rest on her buttocks. 

I let my hand caress Diane's back and she shivered and pressed herself closer to me. 

She asked quietly, "Does everyone in the family sleep with everyone else?" 

"No, it's a personal preference. It's a decision that each person and couple make. We call them our boundaries, we'll show you all that at the villa because we make it explicit and post our boundaries on our family website. By the way, if we do agree, what are you going to say to your marriage partners?"

As I talked my fingers traced their way down the soft skin of Diane's back before running down the silky waterfall of her dress, softly caressing her ass. Little Andy was doing his best to distract me and as she moved against me she could feel his interest. 

She whimpered softly before answering, "I'm in a civil partnership, I'm not legally married to any of them. That's why Bryan and I can get married. I'm a lawyer, I will get the civil partnership dissolved. I'll keep my 401k and..."




Tales of Dirty Old Man Ch. 16



"What the hell is a 401k?" I asked. 

"It's my pension. For the rest I'll ask for a share of our joint savings and for the equity I've put into the house." 

She moved against me, her fingers clutching my arse cheek as she pushed her belly against my hard cock. "Oh, God, yes," she whispered. 

"Bryan's an investment banker isn't he, so I suspect Pete can offer him a job if he can't transfer with his current bank. And I'm sure we need lawyers." 

She raised her face for a kiss. "Are you really the chairman?" 

I laughed, "Apparently so, although I'm more of a figurehead, it seems I own ten percent of the company." 

She laughed, "Lucky you." Then she said more seriously, "I know I've only known you a couple of days but I completely understand what Angie was telling me about you. Other than Bryan, you are the only other person I've been so comfortable with in years. Are you really the father of her baby; she said you were but I wasn't sure she meant it?"

Over her shoulder I saw Bryan looking at me, I smiled and gestured offering to swap partners. He smiled back and shook his head and pointed at Fi. I heard him say as they moved past, "I've promised the next one to Fi." 

Diane looked at me expectantly, "I agreed to help them conceive a baby," I said. "They asked and I couldn't say no." 

"Please, God, I hope you say yes to us," she said. "I really want to be part of this amazing group. The way you all think is so much what I've been looking for and exactly the way I think."

"I think the pair of you will fit in with us," I said. "But for now, let's just enjoy ourselves and we can talk more at the villa. There's more you should know." 

She smiled happily and again reached up to kiss me, only this time I met her lips and sucked her in to a deep sensual kiss that had her panting when we parted. 

I felt a tap on my shoulder and pulled away from Diane slightly to see who it was. Lise burrowed her way into our pairing and wrapped her arms around both of us. 

Lise said, "It's my best birthday party ever, thank you, thank you for bringing me." Then she turned to Diane and said, "The birthday girl, that's me, would like a kiss please." She opened her mouth and they kissed. Lise raised her hand and caressed Diane's breast and I felt Diane stiffen at the sudden move, but then relax into the kiss. I caresses Diane's other breast and could feel her hard nipple through the single layer of fabric. A quiet moan escaped her lips. 

The music morphed into another slow tune and Diane stepped back, Lise slid into her place. Bryan wrapped Diane into his arms and they moved slowly to the music. 

Lise pressed her lithe body tight against me and groaned when she felt the bulge in my pants press against her abdomen. 

"Fuck, do you know how wet feeling that bulge makes me?" She deftly slid a finger under her dress and brought the glistening finger up to my face. I sucked it into my mouth, again tasting that sweet honey spice that was Lisette. We moulded our bodies together until the music faded away. She murmured, "I love the two of you." 

"Where is our lover," I asked. 

"She was dancing with Christophe a little while ago." She looked around the dance floor. "There she is," and she pointed at the steps. Simone was standing next to Angie watching us and she smiled when she saw us looking. 

She walked over to us and said, "The others are ready to leave, they're going back to the villa for the night. We are all to meet up in the afternoon at the beach club." I looked at my watch and realised it was gone two in the morning. 

"What about you two?" I asked. 

They looked at each other and Lise said, "We want to take our Master to bed and please him until he makes us beg for mercy." 

I laughed and then smiled as they both undid their silver chain belts and hooked them to their collars. They handed me the leads and stood demurely by my side. 

"In that case, it's time to go I think!" I said. 

We said our goodbyes, the collars and leads resulted in a few raised eyebrows. 

As we kissed good night Diane whispered to me, "Do we all get one of those?" 

"Would you like one?" 

She hesitated then said in a shy tone, "I think I might." 

The drive back was memorable for the sight of Lise gently sucking on Simone's nipples. She'd peeled Simi's dress down to her waist and had licked her breasts and then nuzzled at her nipples. Simone had relaxed back against me and had taken my hand and placed it on her unoccupied breast.

"I saw you two caressing Diane's breasts," she whispered. "Were they nice?" 

"They felt very nice," I said as I kissed the back of her neck.

She asked, "Do you want to sleep with her?"

I mused, "I'm not sure, I think we need to get to know them a bit better before we make any decisions. She's very attractive, but the family rules apply. Before any of us sleep with either of them we would all need to agree?"

Lise raised her head from Simi's breast, "I like them and I'm sure they are going to become part of the family. I'm happy for both of you to sleep with them. I think you need to welcome her to the family and I'm pretty sure Fi's interested in welcoming Bryan." 

Simone smiled and said, "Yes I saw the two of them re-enacting that scene from dirty dancing. I like the two of them and I'd be happy to share you with her. I might like to be shared with Bryan too; I thought he was nice." 

The limo driver buzzed from behind the privacy screen to warn us that we were about to pull up in front of the hotel lobby. Simone straightened her dress as we pulled up to a halt. 

The walk across the lobby was interesting as the girls insisted I lead them by their leashes and collars to the lift. They strutted across the lobby past the last customers in the lobby bar. They stared at us, me holding the girls leashes and them following me a couple of pace behind me. We attracted a fair degree of interest and by the time the doors closed both of them were flushed and from the aroma that wafting from them both highly aroused. 

Lise slumped against the rear of the elevator car and gasped, "That was so intense, I'm dripping." She raised the hem of her dress and we could see the sheen of pussy juice on the inside of her thighs. 

"And you?" I asked Simone. She nodded and pulled her dress up to show us the same evidence of her arousal running down her thighs. The ding of the elevators doors opening on our floor caused us all to start. 

I closed the door to our suite behind us and tugged them into me. 

"Stand still," I commanded. They froze looking at me, I unzipped their dresses and told them to take them off. They complied, letting them slide to the floor. I unclipped their leads and they relaxed. They pushed close to me and gasped in concert as I cupped both of their hot mons and slid a finger into each of their wet channels

"What was it you said to me, oh yes, 'We want to take our Master to bed and please him until he makes us beg for mercy'; that's right, isn't it?" 

They both shuddered as my fingers twitched emphasising my words then they smirked at me. They held my hands against themselves and my naked goddesses led me to the bedroom. They had my clothes off my body in seconds and moments later we pulled the covers off the bed and I was the jam in a girl sandwich. 

My cock was throbbing in anticipation and stood hard and upright as they pushed me onto my back. My cock head was enveloped by Simi's warm soft mouth causing me to raise up off the bed and gasp in pleasure. She sucked the head, then she licked down the shaft and sucked my balls into her mouth. Lise straddled my head and her wet succulent pussy hovered tantalisingly above my lips. I pulled her down and lashed my tongue along her plump pussy lips. She groaned and wriggled as my tongue swept back and forth across her lips, pushing between them and tasting her inner delight from the source. 

I groaned, "I need to be inside of one of you, pleeeese!" 

Simone lifted her head, "Is that your command master?" 

"God yes."

She laughed and rose up and straddled my hips. She grasped my cock and rubbed the head along her slit. She moaned and then gave a long groan as she lowered herself down the throbbing length of my cock. Her wet velvet soft passage tightened around my manhood as she tensed her pelvic muscles making me groan. "Fuck that feels good." 

I heard her laugh and then she started to ride the cock horse to Banbury cross. She would roll her hips each time I reached full penetration to flick tip of my cock across the pleasure zone by her cervix. She was panting and quietly moaning. 

Lise was pushing against my face with a greater degree of urgency. Her blood engorged labial lips quivered as I alternated running my tongue and then blowing over them. Her clit had had risen from the protection of its bed and I used a fingertip to rock it from side to side. 

Her response was immediate, "Mon Dieu, mon Dieu, yessss." And my face was slippery with the flood of juice as she came. She began to relax and then gasped and straightened as my fingers entered her and found her G-spot. She moaned and rolled her pelvis to ride my fingers. It didn't take her long to reach her second orgasm, this time she came with a long low guttural cry. Her channel clamped down on my invading fingers and she squirted on my face. The sweet juice drips into my mouth and the taste was sublime 

She was still shaking as she curled up next to my head. She lifted my head up and placed it on her thigh right next to her vagina. She stroked my matted hair and we both watched Simone as she rode my cock. 

Simone had her eyes closed and her mouth open as she sucked air into her lungs. I was rising up to meet her as she sank down. I'd felt her shudder as her body betrayed her with small orgasms, but she was striving for the big one. She looked as though it was close and I was struggling not to come. Simone's sweat-streaked breasts swayed as she moved up and down. I stretched out and caught her moving breast and pinched and rolled her nipple between my fingers. She cried out and then screamed as Lise's fingers found her clit, pushing her hard over the edge into a massive A-spot orgasm. She shook and jumped as her orgasm expanded from her clit to her cunt and on to encompass her whole body. She squirted, her juices spreading over my belly. 

I'd reached my own tipping point and I pumped hot jism into her welcoming channel. "Ohh fuck, Ohh fuck," I groaned as she whimpered incoherently, before collapsing semi-conscious onto my chest. 

Lise stroked my head before she pulled Simone's hair off her face and caressed her cheek. She reached down and pulled the covers over us as she curled up at my side and lay her head on my shoulder. She whispered, "I love you," and stretched up her face to kiss me and then Simone. 

Simone kept shuddering as the aftershocks of her intense orgasm washed over her, causing my still hard cock to twitch inside her. She opened her eyes and gave out a long sigh. Her eyes focused on mine and she whispered, "My God that was fun; told you we'd get you to beg for mercy." 

"You did, I surrender!" I said weakly.

"I accept your surrender," she whispered. Her eyes closed and her breathing slowed as she fell asleep on top of me still impaled on my cock. 

Lisette wriggled, getting herself comfortable. Her fingers traced their way down the arm I'd wrapped around her. She took my hand and placed it on her breast with her own hand on top of mine. We both relaxed and were soon asleep. 





Tales of Dirty Old Man Ch. 17



I'm sorry that there has been a long wait for this chapter. I lost my mother recently after a short illness. It's taken me a while to feel like writing again, and I'm not really up to speed yet.

This is the 17th chapter in this series - I strongly recommend you to read the previous chapters in order before this one, it's not going to make a lot of sense otherwise. 

I can't thank Romantic1 enough for the time he spent reviewing and editing this and the previous chapters.





Tales of Dirty Old Man Ch. 17



He asked, "Contessa, Mr. Kevin wanted to know if you needed anything else, and wondered if he should reserve a table for lunch for you?" 

"What do you think, Andy?" Simone asked.

I spotted a clock on the wall and realised it was still only eleven-thirty. "I'll give Angie a call and see what time they were thinking joining us." 

As I pulled out my phone the steward said he would be back in a few minutes. 

Angie picked up after a few seconds. 

"Hi love," I said, "we decided to go up to the club early. Do you want to join us for lunch?" 

I listened to her response and said, "Yep, that sounds good, we'll see you then." 

The steward saw that I was off the phone and came over. I said, "Can you tell Kevin that we will need a table for seven at one-thirty please."

He acknowledged my request and walked off. 

I stripped off my shirt and said, "I don't know about you two but I'm going swimming." 

I dove into the pool and enjoyed the sensation of the cool water on my body. I surfaced and lay back floating. The cool water contrasting with the sun on my face and chest. There was a squeal and Lise jumped into the pool beside me. A second splash and Simone surfaced beside us. For almost an hour we fooled around before getting out and returning to our things.

There was another couple in their mid-thirties on a sun bed close to us and the man greeted us.

"Hi I'm Neil and this is my wife Cindy." 

I introduced myself and Lise and Simone.

He said, "You're new here aren't you? I don't think that we've seen you before." 

"We're fairly new, this is only our second visit to the club, and we're only here for a week." 

He looked surprised, "Oh, I wasn't aware the club gave out guest memberships."

"They don't, we have a company membership, A & R financial services." 

Cindy perked up and said, "Oh, Peter and Angie's company," then she looked at me closely. "You're Andy, Angie's spoken about you in the past." 

"It was a lie, it was never me," I joked. 

She laughed and Neil asked, "What's your role with the company?" 

Simone said with a giggle in her voice, "He's supposed to be the chairman of the board."

I was saved from further character assassination by the arrival of Angela and Fi. We greeted them and it was hugs and kisses all round. 

"The guys will be along in a bit, Pete needed to pick up some paperwork from the office and Steve went with him," Angie told us. 

She went over and greeted Neil and Cindy while Fi came and sat down on the sun bed beside me. 

Fi rested her head on my shoulder and said, "Pete's completed my lovely husbands contract and Steve's happy with it. That's the paperwork they're collecting, they want you to sign it." 

"When does he start?" 

"In a couple of months, we are going to stay with Angie until we find a place of our own."

I smiled at her, "Sounds a bit like old time doesn't it." 

"Well we all get to re-live our happy youth for the next few days," she replied. She was right those were happy days when we all lived in the villas in Saudi. 

She looked at me and said, "We should have a pool party do you remember those?" 

I don't think I'd ever be able to forget them, they were where the genesis of the family occurred. "Let's see if we can get Pete and Angie to organise something before we fly back on Wednesday night," I suggested. 

I watched as Lise and Simone lay rocking on the hammock. Lise had her head resting on Simone's shoulder. The stones in Lise's heart pendent sparking in the sunlight as Simone twisted it between her fingers. Her own heart anklet glistening as she moved her leg. 

I lay back on the sun bed with Fi at my side listening to the murmurs from my lovers overlaying Angie's conversation with her friends. Fi held my hand loosely as she dozed in the midday sun. 

Steve and Peter arrived just as we were informed that our table was ready. We covered up our swimwear and made our way to the restaurant veranda and sat down at the table we were shown to. 

The meal was an enjoyable experience, tinged with a hint of sadness as Lise was flying back that evening. But as she told all of us, it had been her best birthday ever. We lingered at the table sipping from glasses of chilled wine until mid-afternoon. Pete gave me Steve's contract to counter sign and I commented that it felt a little odd to do so as I'd never signed one either. 

A shocked expression passed between Pete and Angie. Pete said, "Shit, we never got you to sign one did we? We had a contract with Ros and she nominated you as her proxy. You need to come into the office tomorrow and we can deal with this."

I looked at Steve's contract lying on the table, "Is the fact I don't have a contract going to make this an issue?" 

Steve shook his head, "No, yours is only a counter signature, I've signed as well."

Simone and Lise were sitting with their heads close together, deep in discussion as the waiters poured our coffees. 

Lise sat up and cleared her throat, "Simone and I are going to steal our man away from you in a few minutes. Before we do I want to thank all my friends and family for such a wonderful birthday. Thank you for the wonderful presents." She stood up and worked her way around the table giving everyone a hug and a kiss. 

Simone whispered to me, "She wants us to go back to the hotel and spend the rest of the time she has left in bed with us. We both think we all need to confirm our commitment to each other before she flies tonight." 

And I realised they were right; our walk earlier had redefined the structure of our relationship. Unconsciously, I think that we both had seen Lise as our girlfriend and not a full partner in the relationship. I suspect that Lise felt the same. Her wish for us to ask her again for her commitment to our partnership had changed the way we all felt. 

I said, "Guys, we are going to head back to the hotel. Pete can you pick us up tomorrow morning when Simone and I check out?" 

"Sure, then we can swing past the office on our way over to the villa and deal with everything."

We said our goodbyes and headed back to the room to get changed. By the time we got down to the reception the hotel limousine was waiting for us. We piled into the back and the driver raised the privacy screen. I sat in the middle and I had a lover on either side. They both curled up against me. 

Lise whispered, "I've only got you for a few more hours, I'm not wasting any of them." She reached across and unzipped my shorts, sliding them down over my hips. My turgid cock sprang up as it was freed from its fabric prison. Lise slid off the seat and knelt between my legs and her warm mouth enveloped my cock crown.

"Fuck," I gasped. I pulled Simone close to me and crushed her lips with mine as Lise stroked my shaft. I twisted the fingers of one hand into Lise hair and she sucked and licked the head of my cock. I unbuttoned Simone's shorts and eased my other hand down between her legs. She gasped as my fingertip pressed the hard nub of her clit. 

"Ohhhhhh," she whimpered, "Make me come Master, please let me come." 

She raised her butt and pushed her shorts down her legs. She spread her thighs, inviting my fingers to play. I let my fingertips run gently over the flower of her kitty lips, feeling the moisture gathering on them. She pushed up against my fingers and I responded by rolling her clit under my thumb. She shuddered and moaned slightly as I invaded her sweet passage with two then three fingers. She was rocking her hips to push against my invading fingers. 

Lisette stopped sucking and I saw her watching my fingers move inside Simone with a look of lust and need. I grasped her hand and pulled her back up onto the seat beside me. 

I whispered in her ear, "You can play with me later. Help me with Simone please darling." She swallowed and then nodded. 

I pulled Simone across both of our laps and Lise pulled Simone's halter top up allowing us both to gaze at her delectable breasts. Simone raised her hand and ran her fingers down Lise face then mine. 

She said wistfully, "I love you both so much it actually hurts." 

Lise covered her mouth with her own in a long Sapphic kiss, and she let her fingertips trace Simone's crinkled areole and hard nipples. Then she raised her head to kiss me, her tongue darting into my mouth and she nibbled my lower lip

I pulled my fingers out and tasted Simi's sweet nectar. I offered my fingers to my lovers and they both eagerly sucked at them. 

Simone begged in her little girls' voice, "Andy, please don't leave me like this, I need to come sooooo badly." She grabbed at my hand and pulled it back down to her kitty. 

With my thumb on her clit and three fingers assaulting her sweet patch. She writhed on my lap gasping as waves of pleasure grew and spread out from her core. 

"Ohh god, yessss, fuck yes," she cried out. Then she screamed and orgasmed as Lise squeezed and pulled on her nipples. The walls of her silky wet cunt clamped down on my fingers and she pushed her butt off my lap arching her back. Her juices coated my hand as she relaxed. 

"Hell, that was fun to watch," Lise said. Simone whimpered as she felt my fingers leave her. 

I glanced out of the tinted windows and realised that we were only ten minutes from the hotel. Between us we got Simone cleaned up and dressed as she slowly came down from her endorphin high. 

Lise wrapped her arm around Simone when we got out of the limo. They headed on up to our room while I tipped the driver. I confirmed the limo to take us to the airport this evening with reception. Then I headed up to the room. 





Tales of Dirty Old Man Ch. 17



We met up with Angie, Fi and Steve at a sea front restaurant for lunch before heading to Pete and Angie's villa. During the meal we came to a decision over Diane and Bryan. 

It didn't take us long to get settled in their guest bedroom. We changed into our swimwear and joined the others by the pool. Both Angie and Fi were sunbathing naked by the side of the pool. 

Simone said, "I feel a bit overdressed," and she grinned at me as she unclasped the bikini top and slid out of the bottoms. She dove into the pool and swam the length before climbing out up the steps. Her body glistening in the sunlight like Aphrodite rising from the sea and my cock stiffened in worship. 

I dove in to cool down, swimming a couple of fast lengths, and then I joined the rest of my family in their sun worshipping. Soft music came from concealed speakers and the choice of music drew me back to the happy times we had spent lazing around the pool in Saudi. I settled down beside Simone and accepted her help rubbing in the sun cream. 

"Good choice of music," I murmured as the unmistakable sound of 'Dexy's Midnight Runners' rose from the speakers. 

"Thought you'd like it," Steve said as he handed me a beer. 

I sighed as I took a sip, "So many good memories." I gave Simone a kiss and her tongue teased mine. 

I raised my bottle, "To absent friends," I said. "To old memories and new ones." 

There was a murmur of agreement and the chink of glass from around me.

We lazed around the pool, Simone and Angie were discussing the plans for Paris and the shops they intended to visit. 

"We are going to stay at the flat aren't we?" Simone questioned. 

"I hadn't planned on staying anywhere else," I replied. 

"We should be able to sort everything out by Saturday," she said. "We can take the train home Sunday. I'd like to see the children, I've missed them." 

I smiled and gave her a kiss and she caressed the side of my face with the back of her finger. At four o'clock we heard the doorbell ring and the girls slipped on tee-shirts while Pete and I answered the door. As expected it was Diane and Bryan with a couple of suitcases. They both looked a little nervous so I drew them into a quick hug. 

"Welcome to the villa," I said. "Come on in and relax, we've got a lot to talk about, but I think you are going to like what you hear." 

I could see Diane relax and I let Pete show them to their room and invited them to join us by the pool for drinks. 

"We are very casual," he told them. "Just come down when you are ready, we'll be waiting for you." 

The girls had striped off their tee-shirts but had replaced their bikini bottoms. Diane and Bryan appeared ten minutes later. They were both wearing shorts and a tee-shirt. Diane's shorts barely covered her arse and showed off her long legs nicely.

She looked around at us and said, "I feel a bit overdressed, you look comfortable ladies, I think I'll join you." She pulled her top and shorts off before hesitating for a few seconds. She shrugged and said, "Well, we are all friends here!" and removed her bikini top. 

Fi smiled and rose to greet her with a hug and a kiss, they were of a similar height and their breasts squashed together. 

Pete gave Diane and Bryan a drink and they sat down together on the edge of a lounger and looked at us hopefully. The rest of the group deferred to me to put them out of their misery. 

"I'm sorry we weren't able to give you a quick answer," I told them. "But we needed to talk to a few of the founder members of the family before we could make a decision. The answer is a conditional yes, and before you both worry the condition is a simple one." 

They hugged each other and then looked at me to continue. "As far as the family's concerned we want to welcome both of you. Pete wants to offer you positions with A&R. Like all of our new hires there is a three-month review. We are going to link both. Pass the review and your family membership is final."

I paused and gave a dramatic look at my watch, "and the good news is that your three months start now, so there's no waiting for you to relocate." 

There was a babble of congratulations from around the poolside. 

Pete raised his voice above the noise and said, "You are not tied to the positions once the probation period is completed. If you find something else that suits you, take it and it won't affect your standing in the family. But I do think you will enjoy the posts we have got for you. Both of the posts are based here in Dubai. Diane we want you work with our legal team, although you will spend one week in four in Paris. Bryan, we have a vacancy in our international banking group." 

Angie opened a bottle of champagne and we all toasted our new friends. The girls disappeared indoors with Diane. Steve and Pete started a discussion with Bryan. I could hear a lot of banker talk going on so I dove into the pool and swam a few lengths. When I felt my muscles start to burn, I got out and lay down on a lounger in a quiet corner and fell asleep listening to the sounds of 80's music from the speakers. 

I woke as someone sat down beside me and gently kissed my lips with the barest of pressure. 

"You look so relaxed and happy," said a voice. I opened one eye and saw Diane's smiling face hovering above mine. 

I smiled back at her and shifted over on the lounger to let her lie down beside me. She'd covered her naked breasts with her tee-shirt and had left her bikini bottoms on. Her hard nipples pushed against the soft cotton. 

"So how do you and Bryan feel now?" I asked.

"I feel that a weight has been taken off me, and I haven't seen Bryan so animated in a long time. I don't think either of us realised how much pressure the pod was putting on us." 

"Have you told them yet?" I queried.

There was a little quiver to her voice as she answered. "I called them last night. I'd forgotten the time difference, and they were all going out for Sunday brunch after church." 

I put my arm around her and she snuggled closer seeking comfort. I asked, "What did you say to them?" 

"The truth, well most of it. I told them that Bryan and I had been re-evaluating our future and we didn't see Bryan marrying into the pod as our best option. That I loved him and as he was probably taking a job abroad I was going with him." 

"And how did they take it?"

"Better than I'd hoped," she said. "There were a few tears. James was upset but said he sensed I'd been drawing away from them. We've all agreed to sit down and work out the legal details when we get back. Then we want to get married as soon as we can." 

She rose up on her elbow to look down at me. "We would love it if you all could come, but there's an issue. We have to hold it in Bryan's hometown. His mother is too ill to travel."

"Where is Bryan from?"

"A place called Concord in New Hampshire; it's north of Boston." 

"Well, I don't know about the others, but I don't see why we can't be there. When do you think it will be?" 

"Hopefully in a months' time; we will post an invite on the family pages," she said with a happy look. 

"Oh good you've got access to the site then." 

She smiled again, "Angie called your daughter and got her to give Bryan and me access. She sounds so nice, you must be very proud of her?" 

"I am, she and her brother are both great kids." 

I sat up and looked around the pool. Bryan was still talking to Pete, and Angie had joined them. Steve had wandered over to Simone and his wife and they were having a conversation sitting on the side of the pool. Fi and Simone had stripped down again and were dangling their legs in the water. Steve was in the water floating by their legs. 

I turned back to Diane, "You once asked what the family is all about." I gestured at the others, "This to me is the essence of the family , good friends who are completely relaxed in each other's company. There are no hidden agendas, no jealousy. We grew into this, Pete, Steve, Fiona and me, we've been together for more than thirty years." 

"What about Angie and Simone?" 

"Oh, they are both family members. Angie's Pete's second wife. Ann his first is still a member as is her husband Paul. And Simone, we've been together for..." I had to pause to work it out. Good god was it only ten weeks, it seemed like it was forever. "We met over the summer and it was love at first sight." 

I looked over at Simone as she laughed with Fi at something Steve said. She must have sensed me looking as her head turned. She gave me a happy smile and blew me a kiss. 

Diane saw what I was looking at and smiled. She said, "And that's the big difference between you and my other family. We were always so intense that I think we lost touch with who we are. Money and status; that's what seemed to have become our goal. This..."and she gestured around the pool. "This is so relaxed in comparison. I can sense the love that exists between all of you." 

"Oh we're not perfect," I said. "We've all had our fights and arguments, trust me."

"Fi was telling me that you saved her marriage to Steve." 

"That's a bit of an exaggeration. Steve was just a bit unthinking, but that was before we really defined the family , then we were just friends." 

"That may be so, but it's not how Fi sees it." 

She looked a bit nervous before she asked the next question. "Can you tell me about your wife, every one mentions her, but they keep telling me I need to ask you." 

I stood up and said, "I think I'm going to need a drink and find somewhere a bit more comfortable first." I took her hand and we raided the fridge for a glass of wine and a beer. 

We sat down on the sofa and I asked her, "How much do you understand about the family and how it started?" 

"Most of the basics I think, Angie's told me some of the history, but she was reticent to discuss Ros." 

"That doesn't surprise me, Ros was such a big part of the family, but they don't like discussing her without my permission. I've no idea why that is; it doesn't worry me if they do."

"I suppose first I need to explain some of our background," I said. "When I first went to Saudi, my best friend came with me. Her name is Julia and we've been friends and lovers ever since. For most of the first couple of years we were an almost couple."  

Diane said, "That an odd way of putting it, what do you mean by an almost couple?" 

"We had a unique type of relationship. It was almost like we loved each other too much. We were fine for a couple of months and then we would burn out and we would need time apart. We never fell out of love we just needed time to recharge the batteries as they say. At one point we had a threesome with an American nurse until she left. Interestingly we discovered that with a third person involved, she and I could last a lot longer before we would burnt out." 

"I'd been there almost two years when I met Ros. We were interested in each other, but it was a bit hit-and-miss in the beginning. She wasn't sure how to take Julia. Plus at the time she and Pete were an item." 

Diane looked surprised and asked, "You mean Angie's Pete?"

"Yes, well finally we fell in love, and we got married. Then Julia joined us, she tried to stay away, to give us the room she thought we needed. It turned out that we all had feelings for each other, so she moved in with us, and that's how we stayed for a year." 

"What happened between Ros and Pete?" she asked. 

"Oh they stayed friends and after a while became occasional lovers." 

I took a sip of my beer and continued. 

"So after a year of the three of us living together, Mike appeared. He and I had a mutual friend so he looked me up. He met Julia and the sparks flew. Three months later they were married. At first he wasn't very sure about Julia's relationship with Ros and me. But slowly he realised that we weren't trying to threaten their marriage, if anything what we offered would strengthened it. That's when we rented the villa for the four of us. We'd kept bumping into Pete socially and we all liked him so he became the fifth person and moved into the villa with us. I guess it was only three month before he met his first wife Ann, and she moved in almost immediately. Although it was a good year or so before they tied the knot." 

We both sipped from our drinks and Diane put her arm around me in a gesture of understanding. She urged me to continue.

"And there you have it, all the original members of the family in one place at the same time. But then we just thought of ourselves as three married couples who enjoyed a mutual attraction and had lots of fun. The early rules and savings accounts all came about because we needed some basic rules to live together and pay the rent and the bills. Pete was the hospital accountant so he took charge of the finances. It was a joint effort between Ros and me that turned the rules into the prototype family rules."

"We needed to have rules as others came and joined us. Jeff and Gillian were the first; they rented the other villa in our compound. Steve and Fiona moved in with them for their last couple of years. All of them bought into our open, but not open style of marriage. We were all married couples who put our partners first. But we were happy to play around if no one got hurt and everyone agreed. We supported each other, there was never a problem we couldn't solve when we put our minds to it. It just seemed to happen that most of the time they would come to either Ros or me for help and advice." 

"After Saudi we scattered all over, but we missed each other. So we kept the concept of the family alive. We kept the bank accounts going, we all paid a bit into it each month. We used the money to pay for a big holiday get-together each year for all of us, and what was left Pete invested." 

"We had a very good marriage. When we were able we would visit each other. Our home became the unofficial headquarters, and Ros and I the unofficial leaders. Usually we would have visitors every month or so. And of course we became the first port of call when there was an issue. There was many a night that either Ros or I, often both of us would spend resolving issues from family members who appeared at our doorstep."

"We've grown slowly, Pete and Ann got divorced, Pete met Angie, and then Ann met Paul. They're all members now, and everyone's on good terms. There are a few more now, and of course now we have the older kids joining when they are over eighteen. Pete and Angie have been building up our finances, and Ros set down the last of the rules, and my daughter created the website."

"A little less than four years ago Ros was diagnosed with a very aggressive form of cancer. She only lasted a couple of months and her death ripped my world apart. I lost myself to the children and for three years. I abandoned the family . It's only been the past few months that I've returned to the fold so to speak."

"It took meeting Simone and a visit from Mike and Julia to get my head back on the ground." I smiled as I recollected Julia's stated intention to fuck me out of my funk.

"For almost eighteen years Ros was the centre of my life, my family and of the family . She held us all together, and we are all better people for knowing her." 

I had tears in my eyes and my voice was catching in my throat as I finished speaking. 

"She sounds a wonderful woman," Diane said. She wrapped her arms around me and kissed the tears away. 

"She was," came Pete's voice. 

I looked up and he and Angie were standing with their arms around each other by the door, with Fi and Steve behind them. 

"She loved all of us and we loved her," Angie said softly. "Both of you looked after the rest of us." 

Fi walked over to me and sat at my side. She took my hand in hers and said, "I told you many years ago that I owe my happiness and my marriage to you. I will never be able to repay both of you for everything you and Ros did for us." 

I felt a pair of hands caress my shoulders. Simone whispered, "I love you," as she leant over the back of the sofa. 

I sat back and found her waiting lips with my own. We kissed and she wiped away the last of my tears. I looked around the room and said, "Enough of this, we are supposed to be welcoming our new friends and family members. Not reminiscing about the past." 

Angie grinned at me and clapped her hands together. "He's right. Pete go and fire up the barbecue and let's get fresh drinks. We've got steaks and lobsters that need to be grilled." 

Angie gave us our orders and the room emptied. As I began collecting the empty glasses and bottles, Diane paused by Simone. Bryan joined them. She and Simone hugged and spoke and I saw Diane nod and smile. Bryan laughed and said something to them and the two women giggled, then kissed him. 

Simone called me over and said, "Darling, I've invited them to our bed tonight if they would like to enjoy the fun side of the family . But apparently Fi has already staked a claim on Bryan." And she smiled at him. 

He blushed and Diane rubbed his head playfully. "You have your fun tonight while I'm with these two. But I want to wake up with you in the morning so come back to our room afterwards please." 

He grinned at her and said, "I can't think of anyone I'd rather wake up with than you." 

They hugged but we were all interrupted by Angie calling for some help in the kitchen.





Tales of Dirty Old Man Ch. 17



I reached out and caressed Diane's breast with the tip of my finger. Rolling the nipple between my fingers caused her to gasp. 

Simone shivered and grimaced, "There's a chill to the night," she complained. "Can we take this back to our room so we can enjoy ourselves in comfort." 

She was right the temperature had dropped and dew was beginning to settle. We picked up our things, Diane pulled her top back on and we headed indoors. Angie and Pete were relaxing in the lounge listening to some soothing jazz. We bid them goodnight and headed up the stairs to our room. 

There was a moment of uncertainty as we closed the door and we took stock of the situation. The moment was broken by Simone pulling back the covers to our king-sized bed and dimmed the lights She shed her top and skirt and sat on the bed clad only in her black silky panties. 

"It's rather lonely, all by myself on this big bed," she said coyly, and she patted the empty space beside her. 

"May I," I asked Diane as I reached out and took hold of her top. 

She nodded, and for a second time that evening I gazed on her breasts as I removed her top. I sucked a nipple into my mouth and again she gasped. I let my fingers trace their way down her body until they reached her shorts. I eased them down over her hips and she stepped out of them as they pooled on the floor. Her sex was covered by an ivory silk thong that moulded to her shaven mons. She sat down on the side of the bed and Simone wriggled behind her and urged her to rest back into her lap. 

Diane paused for a moment and said, "We were hoping something like this would happen so if you need them I've got mine and Bryan's latest medical papers in our bags and we've only been with each other since the tests." 

Simone replied, "Thank you, we're all tested regularly as well, it's a family thing. I was hoping Andy wouldn't need to wear a condom, it wouldn't be as much fun for you." 

Simone cupped Diane's breasts and kissed the side of her neck. I knelt in front of Diane. She opened her legs in an act of surrender, and I brushed my lips across the fabric. Pulling down a woman's panties is an extremely erotic act. It opens her up to be taken sexually, and by agreeing to remove them, she agrees implicitly to have her inner self penetrated. It is a promise of pleasures shared. So it must be done slowly, teasingly, and relished and anticipated by all involved.

My fingers traced her thong and my lips brushed the skin above the elastic waistband, working down to the covered cleft. A heady aroma of aroused woman assailed my senses. Her hips rose and I slowly drew her panties down her thighs. I blew gently across her sex lips. Diane moaned and relaxed back into Simone's arms. Diane kicked off her thong and spread her legs, resting them on my shoulders. The pink flower of her sex glistened, inches from my face, beaded with drops of her juice. 

I licked up from her rosy bud to her emerging clit. Savouring the taste of an aroused woman I hadn't known before that night. Each woman is unique. She moaned and grasped my head, guiding my mouth to her engorging clit as it rose from its protective hood. 

Murmurs of encouragement came from Diane as Simone continued to caress her breasts, lightly pinching and twisting to provide pure sexual stimulation. 

"Please...just like that, Ohh god yes just there." 

She pushed her hips up, rising to meet my mouth. I pulled back momentarily and removed my top. I moved back burying my mouth between her thighs. I licked and sucked, letting my tongue penetrate between her plump labial lips. She gasped and moaned.

Diane turned her head, and she and Simone kissed. She reached behind her back and slid her fingers under Simone's panties and began rubbing her clit. I used my lips and teeth to tease Diane's clit. I slid two fingers into her soft warm silky passage, and she groaned and bucked at the intrusion. I curled my fingers and found her sensitive spot. Her groans became continuous pants of pleasure as she lost herself to the sensations our hands and mouths were devoting to her. 

She shook and cried out as her first orgasm of the evening crashed into her. A gush of juice covered my hand and I licked the sweet spicy girl cum and moved up the bed to offer my mouth and a taste of Diane to both of them. Diane's head was resting on Simone's breasts with her eyes closed as she let the aftershocks wash over her. Her blue eyes snapped open as my mouth closed over hers and she tasted herself on my tongue. 

I gave them my coated finger to suck and Diane sat up and turned to Simone so they could both lick and suck them at the same time. 

Diane whispered, "Angie said I would enjoy myself tonight and she wasn't exaggerating, that was amazing! To be held safely in your arms while he sucked and finger-fucked me. I just can't describe the sensual feelings I got." 

Simone giggled playfully, "He does that to you, just wait until he slides that gorgeous cock of his into you. Then you will know what real love is all about." She looked at me as I stood up. "You know that you are too overdressed for this party," she pointed out. "We need to see that beautiful cock of yours. Diane needs to see her welcoming present." 

I agreed and removed my shorts. My straining cock finally released from his prison jutted out from my groin. Diane murmured her approval and licked her lips in anticipation. Simone came over and planted a kiss on my crown that had him twitching in anticipation. I ran my fingers down her body and she gave a contented sigh. Her panties were soaking wet and I pulled them off. She lay down and let her legs fall apart. 

She looked up with a sultry smile at me and said, "Kitty wants a kiss, master."

I gave her a quizzical look and she blushed. 

"Sorry master, kitty begs for a kiss after master has spanked her for being too forward." 

We both laughed as we saw Diane's shocked expression. 

"It's just a game, that both of us play," I reassured her. 

"Ok," said Diane hesitantly. 

Simone jumped up and rummaged through her bag. She returned with her collar, which she held out to me. 

"That's what we let him think," she said. "Personally I love the feeling I get when I wear my collar." She showed it to Diane.

Diane said, "It's beautiful, I saw you and Lisette wearing them at the club. It made me wonder a bit." She saw the lock and asked Simone, "Can you take it off once it's locked on?"

Simone shook her head, "No, Andy's the only one with the key." And she pointed out the small key on the gold chain around my neck. I knew that wasn't strictly true, there was a secret safety release on both of the collars. 

Simone took her collar back and fastened it around her neck. She shivered and knelt at my feet. She looked up at me and her eyes glowed with love and need.

"Master, command me." 

I lay down on the bed beside Diane and pointed at my rampant cock. Simone gave a happy cry and crawled up beside us and swallowed the purple head of my cock. I gasped as she sucked and licked. Diane grasped the shaft and cupped my balls. Simone moved so her kitty was poised above my mouth. She sank down and I sucked her clit between my lips. She growled around her mouthful. 

My hand inched its way down Diane's body until it slipped between her thighs and cupped her wet sex. She hissed in pleasure and then moaned as my fingers slid back inside her. She looked at me beseechingly and I knew what she wanted. I whispered to Simone and she saw Diane's need. She took Diane's hand and pulled her up and posed her above my eager throbbing cock.

Simone grasped the rigid shaft and guided the crown to the entrance of Diane's silky passage. We both gasped as the head of my cock slid between her blood engorged labial lips. Her eyes locked on mine as she slid all the way down my shaft, sending shockwaves through me. Her mouth opened in a silent moan as I filled her slick sensual passage. 

Simone straddled my head, filling my senses with her delectable kitty. I licked along her womanhood from her clit to the fluted rose. She groaned and lent forward to kiss Diane. "I told you he'd feel amazing inside you didn't I," she said to her. 

"Uh huh," came Diane's barely audible reply as she started rocking her hips. She moved with me pushing down to meet my thrusts. The girls held each other kissing and using their hands to caress the others breasts. I had a hand on Diane's inner thigh, the thumb pressing against her engorged clit. She was giving little cries. 

"Ohh fuck...Ohh fuck...that feels soooo good. Ohh fuck I'm coming." Her slick passage tightened around my cock and the muscles in the thigh shivered under my hand. I carried on thrusting into her and after a few moments she again continued to move with me. 

My tongue kept licking back and forth along Simi's slit while I rubbed my other thumb around the rim of her arse. 

"Pleeeese push it in;fuck my arse," she gasped. 

I complied, pushing my thumb in to her arse and rolling it around. I sucked and licked at her clit and she cried out wordlessly.

"Huhh...huhh...huhhh...ohhhhhhh." 

She came with a shudder and a gush of kitty juice that trickled down my face. She rolled to the side and curled up, her body shaking with the aftershocks of her orgasm. 

Diane was still sliding up and down the length of my shaft. I grasped her hips and holding her in place flipped her onto her back and pulled her legs over my shoulders. She moaned as I thrust into her, my cock sliding deep inside her velvety soft cunt. She grasped my arse cheeks pulling me to her in an effort to force me deeper. The angle was perfect, my cock rubbing across her G-spot on each stroke.

Her head rolled from side to side. Her eyes barely focused as she cried out endearments in counterpoint to my growing moans as I thrust harder and deeper into her. 

"Fuck me Andy, Ohh fuck...Ohh fuck I'm gonna cum again." 

This time, as I felt her body surrender to the pleasure I joined her in a glorious release. Cum spraying from my cock to coat her passage walls. My thrusts shuddered to a halt. I could feel my cock pulsating as she flexed the muscles of her cunt to milk the last drops of cum from me. 

We relaxed and she lowered her legs and I rolled to one side sliding out. Simone stretched out an arm and caressed us. She kissed Diane who met her kiss with one of her own. 

"Welcome to the family," Simone whispered to her and the two women curled up in each other's arms. I spooned into Simone and for twenty minutes or so we relaxed in each other's company. 

We quietly talked about Diane's wedding plans and we made sure that that she and Bryan would join us over the New Year for our wedding. 

Diane stirred and sat up, "I'm going to clean up. I so want to wake up in Bryan's arms in the morning. I just hope he's had as much fun as I have." She laughed, "And I really want to go and fuck his brains out." 

She headed over to the bathroom and we heard her pee and use the bidet to wash herself. She picked up her scattered clothes and paused at the bedside to kiss us goodnight. She closed the door behind her and I thought I heard the skip in her steps as she walked to her lovers' arms.

In the quiet that remained Simone hugged me and said, "Now it's my turn to enjoy your cock." 

I stroked the soft skin of her back. "You never need to ask, I'm always here for you." 

I spooned up behind her and my rampant cock slid between her legs. She guided the head between her kitty lips and with a gentle push I was where she wanted me. 

Sex with Simone when we were both in this mood was long, sensual and languid. A chance to reconnect at every level. The orgasms at the end were intense and drawn out, leaving us both worn out. 

We both fell asleep with my cock still nestled in his second home.





Tales of Dirty Old Man Ch. 17



"Sold," blurted out Simone. That just left me to find the money before we flew because I was sure Simone didn't want to be parted from her mother again.

I called Pete and explained that I needed $75,000 and that I needed it right away.

"Christ," he spluttered down the phone, "I thought you were just picking up a couple of toys for the kids." 

"We've found something Simone has to get." 

"Ok, it'll take half an hour, where are you?" 

I told him and he promised to be there as soon as he could. 

John looked surprised at my call. I explained that we were flying back to France tonight and we wanted to take the painting with us. 

He said, "I only know her as Helene, what is her full name?" 

Simone replied, "She was the Contessa Helene Simone Rachael Laurent." 

"Was?" John said softly. 

"I was ten when she died. I only really remember her from photos and the painting, that's why having this is so important to me" 

We sat drinking coffee while we waited for Peter. John got his assistant to prepare packing for the painting to prevent damage during the flight.

Pete and Angie arrived eager to see what I'd just paid $75,000 for. 

Angie looked back and forth from Simone to the painting, "It's you, well it's a young you. When was it painted?"

"It's not me, it's my mother. Well I suppose I am in the painting, I think she was three months pregnant with me at the time." 

John said, "That explains why she always looks like she was glowing, she was!"

Pete passed over an envelope with the money and John finished the sale while the painting was safely packed away. 

John gave us the bill of sale and the letters of provenience. He carefully packaged the painting for travel, and we headed back to the villa to finish packing.

Our last evening of the trip was emotional and it seemed no time at all before we were loading the SUV with our luggage. We were quiet on the drive to the airport. When we pulled up I managed grab a porter to help me take the bags to the Air France check in desk. 

I checked the three of us in. We gave Pete and Angie a last few minutes together before we were escorted through passport control and security and shown to the first class lounge. 

The flight was called on time and we were able to settle in to our seats. I accepted a glass of champagne from the pretty stewardess and began to relax. We had managed to get three seats in a row, I was seated by the window and the girls the two centre seats. No one else was seated in the first class cabin by the time the cabin doors were closed. 

Take-off was smooth and I reclined my seat and I fell asleep to the drone of the engines and the quiet murmur of Simone and Angie talking. 





Tales of Dirty Old Man Ch. 18



I need to apologize to you for the long wait for this chapter. So much has been happening over the past few months that unfortunately writing had to take a distant second place. 

This is the 18th chapter in this series - I strongly recommend you to read the previous chapters in order, before this one, it's not going to make a lot of sense otherwise.

I can't thank Romantic1 enough for the time he spent reviewing and editing this and the previous chapters. Any remaining mistakes are all mine.





Tales of Dirty Old Man Ch. 18



"Damn," I said. 

"Don't worry, hotel security will keep them away from you." 

"No, I'm more worried that Bernard will know that we are back and where we are. Is everything arraigned for tomorrow?" 

Philippe nodded, "The car will be here at nine, Robert and I will be with you. A second team is already on its way to the chateau." He looked at me with a concerned expression. "It's a big place to properly secure. Are you sure that's where you want to go to?" 

"We've just renovated a house on the grounds that should be a lot easier to secure. We can stay there and there are two guest cottages that your team could use," I said. 

Philippe looked relieved at my suggestion. "I'll get the advance team to check it out. Is there anyone else there?" 

"Gaston and Sarah should still be at the chateau as far as I know," Simone said. 

"Can you let them know about the security, but ask them to keep it quiet."

Simone agreed and I asked her, "Do you know if the police have contacted Lisette's family?" 

She looked worried, "I don't know, I didn't think to ask. Let me check her address book for their numbers." 

Angie and I left Simone talking on the phone as we walked back to the other suite. 

We sat down on a sofa and Angie curled into me. She gave a little sigh as I stroked her hair. 

"This is all so fucked up," she murmured. "What's wrong with the guy. It's all his own fault. If he hadn't treated Simone so badly we wouldn't have responded the way we did. And all we did was get justice for her. Do you think he's going to hurt her?"

"Christ, I don't know, I hope not." 

Simone joined us from the other room, "The police have spoken to her family, and it's all over the local news." 

Angie was exhausted and lay down on the bed. She looked at me and asked me to hold her. I lay down behind her and wrapped an arm around her. Simone curled up behind me and we dosed until Madam Blanche and her assistant arrived.

While Angie and Simone were with Madam Blanche, I was expelled to the other suite and banned from seeing the dresses. I took the opportunity to call my daughter and let her know the latest news. She and Chrissy were on their way back to the UK from Rome. They both had jobs they needed to get back to, but she said that they would come back if we needed them. 

"I've put out a message on the family pages," she added. "So they all know the facts not what the press are speculating." 

"Thanks love." 

Next, I called Pete and gave him an update and let him know where we would be and thanked him for him the security. 

"Do you think we should offer a reward for information leading to her return?" 

I thought for a moment, "Possibly, but if Bernard hears about it, he may hurt her just to spite us. At the moment he knows the police are looking for him because of his escape. He's not sure we know he's got Lisette so maybe he's keeping her as a bargaining chip."

"What makes you think that?"

"Simone got a court order following the attack in the restaurant preventing him from seeing them. So I suppose it could be to get access to the children." 

"Keep me updated mate." 

"I will," and I disconnected. 

I checked with Philippe to see if we could use the hotel restaurant. I couldn't see why not but I thought I better check. I know we could eat in the rooms, but I sensed that we all needed a bit of normality to end a bad day. 

"No that's fine, I'll book a table for you, what time will suit you?" 

I checked the time and suggested eight o'clock. "Can you let Simone and Angie know please, I'm not allowed to see them in their wedding finery." 

He laughed and disappeared on his mission. 

The restaurant required formal wear so I had a wash and dressed in a dark grey suit paired with a blue shirt and tie. I heard Madame Blanche leave and opened a bottle of wine and poured three glasses. I sat in an armchair by the window gazing at the view across the rooftops towards the Eiffel Tower and sipped my wine. I sat there pondering the events of the day. I was worried that Bernard would hurt Lise just because he could and thought it would damage our relationship. I have to admit I had a deep sense of foreboding, frustration and fear. I loved Lise and it hurt that there was nothing I could do to help her.

My musing was interrupted by the arrival of Simone and Angie. Both wore elegant knee-length dresses. Simone came and stood by me and she ran her fingers through my hair. I slid my fingers up her stocking clad leg until I reached the soft skin at the top of her leg. Her flesh shivered under my fingertips. She sat down on my lap and picked up her glass. Angie pulled up a chair next to mine and sat down. She reached across and stroked my leg.

"Thanks for this," Angie murmured, "I'm glad we're not going to hide in these rooms all evening."

I smiled at her and she leant over and gave me a kiss. "How's the dress fitting going? I asked. 

"She's a genius," Angie replied. "She had these false bumps I had to wear that mimic how big I will be at the wedding so she could get a correct fit."

Simone laughed, "She looked so cute." 

"I can't wait to see how beautiful she will look with when she has the real bumps," I said. 

Angie grinned and said, "Andy will you do me a big favour, I want you to document my progress in pictures." 

"Of course he will," Simone said. 

"So how many weeks are you now?"

"Almost eight weeks," and she unconsciously placed her hand protectively on her abdomen. 

"Can you stand up please," I asked her and she got to her feet and stood next to me. I've known Angie intimately for over ten years so when I placed my hand on her abdomen, I was convinced that there was the faintest of bumps. "You know," I said to her, "I think I can feel it." 

"You can? Oh, cool let's take the first one now." And she reached behind herself and pulled down the zip on the dress and shrugged it off her shoulders and let it pool at the feet. Simone got off my lap and headed for the bedroom, she returned with my camera case. 

Angie stood still in a dark blue bra and pantie set, her legs were encased in sheer black thigh highs. Her hand was gently caressing her unborn child. 

"Who's going to see these?" I asked her.

"Why?"

"Well, do you want them with or without your underwear?" 

She understood my question and replied by removing her bra and panties. "Can I keep my stockings on, they make me feel so decadent."

"I like decadent, my love," I whispered. 

I sat her on the dressing table stool and turned her sidewise. The perfect shoot firmed up in my mind and I moved so that I was able to see all of her and three reflections of her upper body in the trifold mirror on the dressing table. I took twenty or so images using different lighting, focus and depth of field before I was satisfied I'd done my subject justice. 

I gave her a big kiss and Simone helped her get back into her clothes. I showed her the results on the display on the camera and promised to give them a final polish after I'd transferred them to my laptop.

I escorted my two ladies to the lift and we went down to the restaurant. We ate in reasonable silence. We realised life went on, but it didn't seem quite right to ignore the elephant in the room. I think Simone summed it up when she insisted that the waiters did not remove the fourth place setting from the table. She poured a splash of the wine in the spare glass and offered up a toast to our absent friend and lover.

"Lisette," we all said.

No one felt like lingering over the meal and we were back in our suite by ten. Angie and Simone decided to share a bath in the large claw footed tub in our bathroom. I ducked into the shower in the other room before slipping into bed. I was half asleep by the time two warm, damp bodies slid under the cover, one on either side of me. 

I think there was a mutual decision that while sex wasn't on the menu for the evening, mutual comfort and reassurance most definitely was.

I lay on my back and the two of them curled into me as tightly as possible. Any closer and our skin would need to fuse. Both heads nestled against my shoulders and their hands stretched across me to grasp the others. They both draped a leg over one of mine and my rebellious cock gave a twitch but then settled down. 

After a few minutes, I sensed first Angie then Simone drift off to sleep. The tensions of the day finally easing from their bodies. I lay there for a bit longer reveling in the sensations of love, and need that emanated from my lovers. But there was a void that wasn't filled and wouldn't be until we got her back safely. 





Tales of Dirty Old Man Ch. 18



George and Gaston leant forward. Gaston said, "There's no way that he's going to be able to hide out locally without help. He's got a couple of no good cousins that live on a farm outside of Aimes." 

I nodded, Aimes was a small village twenty kilometres to the west. 

"We've got people watching them. Hopefully, they'll lead us to them," he said.

George cursed, "I blame myself if I hadn't been so gullible. I convinced myself he was right for my daughter and the business." He started pacing back and forth as he worked himself up. "I can't forgive myself, he turned me against my own daughter." 

I walked him across the bridge and into the gardens. "George, it's not your fault, and we'll find him and get Lisette back." 

"God I hope so but remember I know the bastard. He was always a determined little shit. If he's got a plan, he's going to see it through to the end." 

We walked back to the others. Sarah had brought a basket of food, and she and Angie had laid out a selection of local cheeses, cold cuts and her famous duck pate. There was warm bread and fresh butter. 

We sat and picked at the food while we waited for Simone and the children to appear. It must have been a good hour later when we heard the car pulling up outside. We hurried round the side of the house to greet them. Philippe was opening the door and Simone was stepping out. Michael and Anna pushed past her and ran over to their grandfather. He knelt and hugged them and I could hear him murmuring to them. 

Simone came over to me and hugged me; there were tears in her eyes. "I tried to tell the children about their father, but I don't think they believed me." 

George and Sarah were talking to them and after a few moments they came over to us. We all walked around to the terrace and sat down. 

Michael said quietly, "Has daddy taken Lisette away?"

"I'm afraid so," I said. 

"But why would he want to take Aunt Lisette, Mummy?"

"He's very upset with me and he's trying to hurt us." 

Anna was forcing back her tears, "Doesn't he love us anymore?" 

Simone wrapped her in her arms. "Of course he loves you and Michael and he knows that you love him. But he just doesn't understand that I don't love him anymore and he's upset. We think he took Lisette because he thought it would hurt me and Andy."

Anna stood considering her mother's words. "But he's hurting me because I love Aunt Lise as well." 

"I don't think he realises that darling. He's all confused." 

Michael looked so confused. He'd been the closest of the children to Bernard and while he had accepted his father moving out he'd been the one who'd wanted to keep in contact with his father. Now it looked like his world was disintegrating in front of his eyes. 

"Daddy won't hurt her," he said, more as a plea than a question. He looked at me pleadingly.

"I'm sure he won't," I tried to reassure him. 





Tales of Dirty Old Man Ch. 18



"Not a good idea," Philippe said. "My colleague and I are trained for this, and having a police officer with us makes it an official search." He handed me his radio, "You'll be able to follow us with this." 

In the distance, we heard the throb of the helicopter and we went out to watch it land. It settled down on the lawn behind the chateau. Half an hour later it was back in the air. It circled the chateau once and them struck off in the direction of the canal. They were going to follow the route of the river and would be checking out any possible mooring sites they passed over. 

The pilot reckoned it would take at least an hour to cover the two banks of the river as far as the locks at Aix. Then he wanted to refuel before starting on the branch canal. 

"I don't want to be low on fuel if we see anything, it limits our options," he commented. 

The radio crackled to life seventy minutes later.

"We've checked both banks as far as the locks and we've seen nothing." 

I acknowledged the message. 

"We are heading for the local airport and we should be back in the air in an hour." 

Again I acknowledged the message and he signed off. 

I looked at Simone and said, "I can't stand around here any longer; I need to be there!" 

"We both need to be there," she said. 

One of the security guards insisted that he drive us. We took the road that ran along the river. It wound through small villages and followed the twists and turns of the river. It was slow going, and we were still twenty kilometres away from the canal when the helicopter passed overhead. 

We drove to the bridge that makes the furthest point that Rosie could travel to. There was no point trying to drive any further. So we waited in silence, hoping for the call over the radio that would announce they'd found the boat. 

Every now and again we would hear the helicopter in the distance. At last in the late afternoon the radio crackled and Philippe had a conversation with our security guard. 

He made a mark on the map he'd spread out over the hood of the car. 

He said, "They think they've found it. There's a track we can use and it'll get us within a couple of hundred metres of the place. There's a police patrol already heading there." 

We had driven off down the road for about ten kilometres before we turned onto a dirt track. The track skirted a few fields of corn that still stood tall before ending at a locked gate. Across the field in front of us, we could see a line of trees and shrubs that defined the route of the canal. 

Through the trees, I could see the shrouded outline of a boat and as we got closer, I could see it was Rosie. We hurried across the field. At a first glance, Rosie looked fine. Then as we drew nearer, I saw the blackened paint and the scorch marks around the portholes of the rear cabin. There were two police officers and Philippe standing on the bank. As we hurried over, Philippe came over and stopped us. 

His face was white and he had to swallow several times before he spoke. "You can't go on board! They ... they have found a body in the burnt out cabin."

Simone screamed and staggered against me. I held her tight and my world collapsed around me.





Tales of Dirty Old Man Ch. 19



All characters engaging in sexual relationships or activities are 18 years old or older.

©Andyhm 2015 

This is the 19th and penultimate chapter in this series - I strongly recommend you to read the previous chapters in order, before this one, it's not going to make a lot of sense otherwise.

There's been a lot going on in my life that has seriously cut into the free time I have to write. I'm committed to finish the last chapter by the end of the year. 

I can't thank Romantic1 enough for the time he spent reviewing and editing this and the previous chapters. Any remaining mistakes are all mine.





Tales of Dirty Old Man Ch. 19



Simone gave a little whimper and sat down on an axe chewed stump beside her. 

"I loved you when I first met you, and I thought you loved me." 

His maniacal laugh echoed around the clearing, and I could see the police officers stirring. But he settled down and leant against the wall of the cottage. "So how many guns are they pointing at me, wife?" He stressed the word, wife. 

"Enough I guess," she replied. 

Capitaine Mioni whispered in my ear, "Don't worry she is doing fine if he makes a move towards her we can stop him." 

"What about Lisette?" I whispered.

"We have a camera zoomed in on the door and we saw a glimpse of her tied to a chair and gagged before he pulled the door partially closed. She looks a bit knocked about but otherwise fine." 

Bernard was speaking again, it sounded like he was proud of his accomplishments. "Everything was working out perfectly. I managed to alienate you, then you fell for that idiot I set you up with, he was worth every euro I spent on him. Your father and children thought you were a slut. He was so broken he couldn't wait for me to take over the company. You signed the proxy documents not knowing what they were." 

I could see that she was getting upset, and she asked, "I've done what you've asked. I'm here so you need to let Lisette go. She did nothing to you." 

He looked at her blankly and ignoring her words, he continued. 

"Just when everything was falling into place he came along and he took everything away from me. My business, my position, my children and my wife." 

"Andy never took me away," Simone snapped back. "He met me after you'd already thrown me away. The winery was never yours and it was your behaviour that lost you your position and the children." 

"Fuck you bitch, you've taken what's mine away from me, so I've done the same to you. Did you like the fact that his precious boats' all burnt out? And are you missing your girlfriend?"

"And you," Simone said forcefully and she stood up and took a step forward. "Are you going to enjoy rotting in prison for the rest of you life, because I know I will."

He growled and pushed himself closer to her. 

Simone put her hand up and said, "Any closer and the police will shoot you down like the rabid animal you are."

He collected himself and looked around the clearing before moving slowly closer to the doorway. 

"Bernard, regardless of what you think of me ... of us, Lisette's never done anything against you. She's a young girl with her life ahead of her. Don't do anything stupid; just let her go."

He looked at her for a long time before saying, "Why should I? What's in it for me? I'm not exactly in a position of power am I, she's my only bargaining tool."

"Look around you, you fool, you're not getting out of this. If you let her go free then at least that's one good point for you."

His eyes darted from side to side, and I watched as I think that was when the full realisation of his situation finally crystallised. He turned around and rushed back through the half open door and slammed it shut after him. 

Simone looked around her for instruction and the two officers by the woodpile motioned her back to them. 

As he watched Simone making her back to us, Capitaine Mioni said, "Well that could have gone a bit better. Now we just wait and see what his next move will be." 

The words were barely out of his mouth when a shot sounded out from the cottage. There was a flurry of activity around me. The police officer escorting Simone dragged her undercover. 

A voice started calling out through a loudhailer. 

"Bernard, ce qui est arrivé. Êtes-vous tous deux bien?"

There was no reply, the officer called out again and again but still there was no reply.

There was a hurried discussion, and we were escorted back to the group of police cars. As we moved back behind us, we saw the first pair of riot-gear clad police officers moving forward.

Philippe was waiting for us, and the three of us stood still amongst the flurries of activities surrounding us. There was radio chatter and then the ambulance moved forward. Simone and I went to follow it, but Philippe prevented us.

I had Simone wrapped in my arms with her head resting on my chest. 

"Do you think he's shot her? It was something I said that made him do it, wasn't it?" She was crying softly into my chest as she spoke. 

I tried to reassure her. "Whatever's happened is not your fault, and I'm sure she's okay. He probably just fired a shot to make the police keep their distance." 

"Why the ambulance, and why didn't he respond?" 

"Because he's probably enjoying screwing with your mind. All he wanted to do was spout off at you."

For long minutes, we all stared in the direction of the cottage, but it was Philippe who first saw her being escorted down the track towards us. He tapped me on the shoulder and pointed through the trees, and we saw Lisette.

She must have seen us at the same time because all three of us broke into a run. We met in a flurry of hugs and kisses at the halfway point. She looked battered and bruised and was limping slightly. 

"He shot himself right in front of me," she sobbed out as she clung to both of us, her body shaking. 

"Christ," I exclaimed, "Is he dead?" 

"There was so much blood," she whispered, "He must be." 

Philippe said, "I'll go and see what I can find out." He walked off down the track back towards the cottage. He paused by the police officers who'd been escorting Lisette. I watched him closely as Lisette and Simone clung to me.

He spoke to them for several minutes and then he turned and looked at me and gave me a quick shake of the head. I walked over and he spoke. 

"He's not dead but it's very unlikely he will survive the day. They want to talk to Lisette, but I've convinced them that we need to get a doctor to check her over and we can do that at the chateau. They'll want to talk to her later but we can go. Capitaine Mioni has said he will come to the house to take her formal interview later today." 

"Good and a doctor is a good idea. Can you get the car?" 

He nodded and walked down the track. I returned to the girls and told them what I knew. 

Lisette was quiet but very clingy on the drive back to the house. She insisted on curling up on me and she held on tightly to Simone's hand for the whole journey. I could sense Simone desperately wanted to ask Lise questions about her time with Bernard. So did I, but I knew this wasn't the right time.

Philippe had called ahead and when we arrived there were Sarah and a female doctor waiting for us. Lisette and Simone were bundled off leaving Philippe and l standing in the mid-morning sun. 

"I don't mind admitting that I wasn't sure we'd ever get her back alive," he said. 

I gave him a quizzical look and he added. "Usually when we don't get any demands the outcome isn't very promising, and he never got in touch," he pointed out. 

"We are in the process of wrapping up the assignment. We should all be gone by the end of the day." 

"Who's picking up the bill?" I wondered. 

"We're on a retainer to A&R financial, so I guess they pay." 

I reminded myself to get Pete to arrange for bonuses for all the security staff. I held out my hand and we shook. He headed over to the cottage that the security team were using. I entered the house. The kitchen and lounge were empty, I could hear voices from our master bedroom. 

I waited for quite a while before deciding to join them. I don't know why I did it but I knocked on the door rather than just walking in. Simone half opened the door and slipped out. She was wearing a fluffy white towelling robe and was running her fingers through her wet hair. She pulled me away from the door. 

"If I hated Bernard before, now I loathe and despise him. If he doesn't die I'm going to kill him myself," she snarled at me as soon as we were out of earshot. She looked at my startled face. 

"Sorry love," she murmured, "I didn't mean to take it out on you." 

"What the fuck did he do to her?" 

"It's not good Andy. He and his cousin knocked her around quite a bit. He tried to rape her but he couldn't get it up, she laughed at him and he punched and kicked her." 

"Shit," and I punched the wall in frustration. "Fuck that hurt," I moaned and clutched my hand.

"That's not the worse part, his cousin has connections in the sex trade in Marseille. They were never going to let her go. They were always going to sell her to the bastards who control the sex trade down there. He admitted it had been his goal to sell me when all his plans had worked and I was at rock bottom. When that fell through, he decided that selling Lisette was a better alternative. She was younger and they could get a better price, and it would hurt us." 

She gave me a scared look. "They'd finally reached an agreement with someone. They sold her for a hundred and fifty thousand euros and told her she was going to be collected today. If the police hadn't found him and he hadn't been so greedy, we would have lost her forever." 

"Wait," I said anxiously, "If those bastards have already paid for her. They may believe that's she's now their property and still try to get her. Did she know who he'd sold her to?"

Simone as now looking as worried as I was feeling. 

She said, "She thought she heard his cousin talking about an Albanian." 

Then with a sinking realisation I recalled that the security team was pulling out. 

"Wait here," I told Simone. "Lock the house up after me and call the police. Tell them everything. I'm going to go and get Philippe."

I heard the door locking behind me as I sprinted across the garden towards the cottages the security team had been using. The team were in the process of packing their gear into the back of a van. They stopped and looked up as I skidded around the corner of the building. 

"Where's Philippe?" I called out. One guy pointed at one of the cottage doors and I headed inside calling out his name. He appeared from the back looking surprised. 

"We may have a serious situation," I said. "It sounds like Bernard and his cousin have sold Lise to an Albanian from Marseille for the sex trade. She was supposed to be delivered today." 

"Are you sure it was an Albanian?" 

"That's what Lisette said she overheard them saying." 

"Merde, that's not good news, if it was an Albanian then he will be connected to the Albanian mafia. They run most of the brothels and sex clubs in Marseille." 

He stopped talking for a moment, thinking hard. "Of course that explains why the cousin wanted to make a deal with the police. There wasn't that much evidence against him. He wanted the deal in place when we found out about this. Does she know if they got any of the money yet?" 

"No idea." 

"Let's hope it was cash on delivery," he said. "If money has changed hands then they may feel they own her."

He started shouting out orders to his team. They began pulling gear back out of the van. Two of them hurried off in the direction of the house. 

Philippe pulled his phone out, "You need to get to get back to them. I'm going to call my contact in the police. Then I'm going to see if I can find out who she was sold to." 

He started dialling as I made my way back to the house and used my key to let myself in. 

Simone was talking to the doctor in the hallway. The doctor said goodbye and walked the doctor to her car. I locked the door up after she returned. 

I said, "Philippe and his team are staying," and she looked relieved. "How's she doing?" I asked. 

"She wants to see you, she's battered, bruised and scared, they kept telling her what was going to happen to her when she got to Marseille. She feels dirty and tainted and she'll want you to make her feel clean and loved.

She shrugged and again ran her fingers through her long damp hair. "I had to wash her before she would even talk to Sofia, the doctor. Don't be surprised if she wants you to bathe her again."

She stood on her toes and kissed me, "Go do what you do best; love her for both of us." 

I hesitated at the door of the bedroom and tapped softly before entering. The drapes were closed and a single bedside lamp cast a soft pool of light over Lisette on the bed. She was on her side, curled up and wrapped in a fluffy white bath towel. Her blue eyes tracked me as I moved across the room and sat down on the bed beside her. She'd seemed to have shrunk into herself and I knew that I needed to let her set the pace. 

I sat quietly on the edge of the bed for what seemed to me to be a long time but was probably only a few minutes, until her hand slowly reached out to me. 

She grasped my hand and pulled me down beside her. Her face was streaked with tears and she spoke in a soft trembling voice. 

"I'm so sorry, Andy."

I gently ran a finger along the curve of her neck, "For what my love, you did nothing wrong." 

"I was stupid enough to believe him when he came to flat. I went like a lamb to the slaughter." 

"But I still don't understand, why did you go with him?" 

"I honestly didn't recognise him. I mean he looked vaguely familiar but that was all. He knocked on the door a couple of hours after I got back from the airport. He said the family had been trying to contact me. My sister had been in an accident, and I was needed at the hospital. I didn't think, I just followed him. As soon as he got me into the car he pulled a knife on me." 

She shuddered and I wrapped an arm around her. 

She sobbed and whispered, "They were going to sell me, Andy. I was going to be locked in a room and men were going to fuck me and I wouldn't have been able to stop them. I fought him and his slimy cousin off but sooner or later I was going to give in." 

She sobbed and buried her face into my chest. Her body heaved as she wept uncontrollably. 

"I...feel...so...dirty," she sobbed, her voice muffled by my shirt. 

I remembered what Simone had said and I picked Lise up and cradling her in my arms carried her into the bathroom. Her arm snaked around my neck and I murmured into her ear, "Nothing's changed Lise, I will always love you."

I sat her down on the edge of the Jacuzzi bath and ran the water into the large tub. She followed all my movements with her blue eyes. She pointed at a bottle of scented bubble bath and I poured a generous splash into the steaming water which turned the rising water blue and foamy. She stood, dropping the towel on the floor and eased herself into the water. With a long sigh, she sank lower until only her nose and mouth were visible. 

I watched closely as she took a breath and sank below the water. I counted ten slowly and was just about to grasp her when her face reappeared. Using a flannel, I wiped the foam from her face and she opened her eyes. 

"Hold me please," she said. 

I slipped off my clothes and slid in behind her. She scooted back between my legs and lay back against me with a contented sigh. I pressed the control and the water jets began pulsing, massaging our aching muscles. The water rose until it threatened to overflow. Lise sat up and closed the taps and rolled over and lay on me as I settled down. I took a sponge and began soaping her back. She slid along me, enjoying the touch of my body and hands on hers. I could feel the tension ease from her back. She stretched up to kiss me and the water sloshed over the rim of the bath. 

"Well," she said looking at the wet floor, "I suppose we will have to deal with that when we have to. But now I want you to possess me. My pussy needs to be filled by that hard thing that's been poking me ever since I lay back on you." 

And she was right, my cock had been firm and standing proud ever since she'd dropped the towel. 

"Hey you can't blame me, he's worshiping the naked beauty who's lying on him." 

She sat up and looked down at me, she looked scared but determined. I let her set the pace, she needed to be in control. She rose up slowly and positioned herself above my proud cock, two-thirds of which broke the surface of the water like a periscope. The sensations rippled through me as she gradually lowered herself down, encasing me in the soft silky wet flesh of her vagina. Her muscles clutched at me in protest as I filled her, the crown of my cock caressing the entrance of her womb. 

She raised her bowed head to look at me, "Ohh God, I love you," she whispered. Then groaned as she started rocking. I rolled my hips to meet her every move. Water rose and fell, splashing over the brim. Her eyes were unfocused and her mouth open as she grunted rhythmically in tune with our movements. I whispered words of encouragement and love and she reacted, her movements becoming more aggressive grinding her pelvis against mine. 

Her needs were animalistic and urgent, she was trying to purge her soul. We came within seconds of each other, her first, followed by me pumping my sperm inside her, as her slick tight passage sucking me dry. She collapsed onto my chest regaining her breath. Then her lips sought mine in a long passionate kiss.

The water pulsed against us as we relaxed. My still hard cock twitched and she gripped me with the walls of her vagina. She grinned at me and started to ride me again. This time, her movements were slow and deliberate. Sliding up until just the tip of my cock nestled between her engorged lips, before reversing and reabsorbing my throbbing length. We moved slowly together, I was rolling my hips in counterpoint to Lise's motions. She rested her elbows on my chest, her hands on either side of my face. 

She did not rise and fall, but rubbed her mound and, therefore, her clitoris against me, falling forward and rubbing her tits against my chest, then rising vertically again and rotating her hips. It was fun, relaxed and loving.

And we talked as we reaffirmed our love for each other. She told me about her time with Bernard and his cousin. The attempted rape and the aftermath. The threats. About the flash of hope when the dog walker appeared, and the sickening realisation that Bernard had killed her. The hurried move to the forest hideout. The joy in hearing Simone's voice and the moment she thought he was going to kill her only to turn the gun on himself. 

She purged her soul and as she finished she sighed contentedly and stopped moving. Neither of us had come; she was content and so was I. We stayed like that for a while, and then I moved a little and she immediately rolled off me, sensing that there were things to do. 

She shivered and I realised that the water had grown cold. We climbed out and I wrapped her in a large fluffy white towel and hugged her to me. She looked up at me with her elfin features moulded into such an expression of love that it physically struck me with its intensity. 

I scooped her up and carried her into the bedroom. The blinds were pulled creating a haven of shadows. The covers on the bed were pulled over a sleeping body. As I placed Lisette on the bed, Simone stirred and rolled over to face us. She motioned for both of us to join her under the covers. I unrolled Lise from the towel like Cleopatra at the feet of Caesar. And she giggled as she rolled into Simone's open arms. 

"I left some cold snacks in the kitchen," Simone said. "Could you be a dear and fetch them?"

"Pleeeese, I'm starving," Lise pleaded and batted her eyes at me. 

I agreed and slipped a towelling robe on and headed to the kitchen. I found bread, cheese and pate on the table. A bottle of red wine, three plates, and wine glasses joined the food on a tray and I carried it back to the bedroom. The pair of them were sitting propped up in the bed, the sheet pulled up to their waist. 

Picnics in bed are fun, so long as you don't mind tossing the bed sheets in the bin afterwards. We ate and then like the big kids we were, we began playing with our food. Pate smeared breasts are very tasty and leave interesting outlines on the sheets. Simone dribbled wine into my belly button and she and Lise lapped at it. Simone continued licking as she worked down my body towards my growing cock. Lise moved in the opposite direction, nibbling at my nipples before drawing me into a long sensual kiss. 




Tales of Dirty Old Man Ch. 19



Outside the wind rustled the leaves on the trees. Inside we were cocooned in our own world of sensual pleasure. A world of giving and taking that led to cries of fulfilment and satisfaction 





Tales of Dirty Old Man Ch. 19



I teased the hard nub with my tongue and lips and her fingers tightened in my hair. She rolled her hips back and forward pushing herself against me. She gasped and panted out my name in a liturgy of passion and need.

"Andy...oh fuck Andy, just there; fuuuck harder. Your fingers, fuck me with them pleeeeese." 

I grinned at her need and slid a couple of fingers past her wet lips and into needy cunt. My fingers curled up slightly seeking and finding the slight difference that identified her G-spot. I found it immediately, and her response was just as quick. 

Her body froze momentarily and she cried out as I teased her spot. 

"Merde, Oh God, yesses. Fuck, just there you bastard...ohhh, ohhh mother of God that is so good." 

My fingers and tongue continued stimulating her. Her hand clutched at the bed covers, her knuckles going white around the bunched up fabric. She was panting incoherently. 

"Ohhh...ohhh...ohhh...ohhh...ohhh fuuuck." 

Her hips shook and she squirted over my face, gasping as she came. She lay there for a few minutes coming back to her senses while I continued to caress her. She pulled herself up onto her elbows and looked down her body at me. 

She held her arms out to me and I slid up beside her. She reached down and grasped the shaft of my steel hard cock. I loved how her breasts reacted to me. Her areola crinkled and her nipples engorged as I kissed and sucked on them. She bent down and kissed my face and licked at her pussy juice that matted my beard. 

She grinned at me, "I taste good, don't I?" 

"You always do, it's a hint of exotic spice amongst the all the sweetness. You taste magnificent." 

I returned my attention to the rest of her body. Kissing my way down to her breasts from the hollow of her neck. The pulse in her neck throbbed under my lips. She put a hand on my chest holding me in place as she worked her way down my body, kissing, licking and nibbling until she reached the crown of my cock. She gave it a couple of licks then she swallowed the head running her tongue around the grove. I gasped and rose up, pushing deeper into her mouth. She choked and grasped my shaft in her hands to control my movements. Her head bobbed sucking the crown while her hands slid up and down the shaft. I moaned deep in the back of my throat and she looked up at me over her hands. 

She crawled up and threw her leg over me. Pausing as she poised above me, then grasping my cock she rubbed the crown along her wet slit. She sank down slowly engulfing my length in her tight silky cunt until her clit ground against my pubic bone and my glans nestled against her cervix. Her head bent forward as she panted. Raising her head, she looked deep into my eyes, beads of sweat running between her breasts. 

"Oh God, I love you," she groaned. "Love me." 

I grasped her ass and rolled her onto her back while staying deep inside her.

"Oh God, yessss," she whimpered and wrapped her legs around me. Her lips found mine and we kissed with a passion that bordered on desperation. I was thrusting and she was rolling her up hips to meet me. She was nibbling on my lip and then she gasped and I felt her cunt clutch at me as a second orgasm washed over her, pussy juice trickling down her crack. I wanted to sink as deep into her body as I could until I was lost, and Lise wanted me deep inside her until our bodies completely merged into a single amorphous blob of love 

She was grunting incoherently as I kept thrusting into her. My balls began tightening, and I knew I was growing close. I could feel her tensing, the muscles in her thighs trembling. 

Then she came with a loud cry, "Andeeee." She shook and her cunt spasmed. The pressure pushing me over the edge, I came with a long cry. My hot cum jetted out of me in thick streams, coating every interior square millimetre of her cunt. She arched her back, her arse completely off the bed before collapsing back down. Her orgasm continued to roll over her, gradually easing. It took several minutes before she opened her eyes, and she took a long sobbing breath. 

I went to roll off her and she held me tight, my shaft still buried inside her. She croaked, "Please don't move, I want to feel you inside me for as long as I can." 

I kissed her and gently rolled us onto our sides so I didn't squash her. She tightened her muscles around me preventing me from sliding out. Her juice and my cum dribbled out of her to mat in my pubic hair and spread across our thighs. We kissed, a long deep kiss, and our hands kept stroking each other as we slowly came down from our mutual high. Before long her breathing settled and she slipped off into a deep sleep. 





Tales of Dirty Old Man Ch. 19



Koçi appeared to ponder Philippe's words, nodded firmly in agreement and turned back to the car. I took that to mean the end of the threat. I stooped and picked up the bundle of euros and tossed it underhand to the driver. He snagged it out of the air with one hand. The Albanians got into their cars, turned around and sped off down the drive. 

I let a deep breath out, not realising I'd been holding it in. 

"Do you think that's the end of it?" I asked Philippe. 

"I believe so," he said. "The reality is he is a businessman and we've given him a way out in several ways. He can use the police raid to justify to his contacts his inability to produce the merchandise, and, of course, the cousin is going to suffer to save his face." 

"I'm not going to shed any tears over that," I said. "But why would he have been worried about his contacts?" 

"He was the middleman in the deal; he was selling her on to the Algerians in North Africa for their sex trade. She would have been shipped to North Africa and even I wouldn't have been able to find her there." 

"Fuck!"

"We'll hang around for a couple of days but I think it's all over. I'll talk to the head office and suggest we leave a couple of guys here for the next week or so just to be sure. We'll keep Lisette guarded on a round-the-clock basis even longer, hopefully without her knowing about it." 

"Good," I replied and turned to go back inside. 

In the doorway stood Simone and Lisette. Simone had her arm around a white faced Lisette. 

"So, this is what you were worried about, and why Philippe is still here," Lisette said. 

I nodded.

"You should have told me." 

"So much had happened and we had no idea if the risk was real or imagined. It just seemed simpler to keep the security around for a few extra days. We didn't want to worry you after all that you had been through." 

"Is she safe?" Simone asked. 

"Looks like it." I laughed softly, "I just turned down a lot of money for you young lady." I reached out and gave a friendly poke into her soft tummy to keep some lightness in the moment.

"Ohh, so how much am I worth?" Lise said with an inquisitive tone to her voice. 

"From the looks of it, I'd say a couple of hundred thousand euros." 

"So am I going to have to work off your lost income," she said with a grin. 

I took Simone's hand; "I think we will find a way Young One for you to pay us back." I teased.

Lisette smiled at the thought and ran back into the house with us following closely behind.