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  Lust Affairs in Provence

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  Lust Affairs in Provence Copyright © 2017 by Cyril Norbay - Published at Kindle

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  Cecile de Vendome slowly closed her notebook and looked through the large windows.

  In the south of France, it was the early days of summer, marking the end of the school season. It was also the beginning of six straight weeks of vacations and she was so looking forward to it.

  Cecile was born in Paris. Her parents raised her in a pretty conservative way with strict family values.

  After studying at La Sorbonne, she hardly found a part-time job as a French teacher in Paris. She took her job very seriously and decided to make it a career.

  She was a shy, quite nerdy twenty nine year old young lady while her younger sister Maud, twenty four, was almost the opposite of her personality. Cecile loved enjoying a long walk in the park and reading books at night. Maud had an upbeat personality and was more into clubbing and socializing.

  Maud is a 5'10 tall short hair brunette, green eyes with a generous double D cups. She made a point to always wearing make up, her perfect read lips made her young face looking so gorgeous and always attractive. She has had several boyfriends, but didn't want to commit with any for now. She was kind of going with the flow.

  Cecile is 5'11 tall, light blue eyes with an impressive double G cups and long blonde hair that she pony tailed almost all the time. She was still a virgin and didn't seem in a hurry to meet anyone. Sometimes, Maud was wondering if her sister was not into girls.

  Mother Nature gave both sisters a voluptuous body with a thin waist that contrasts with their perfect huge heavy natural breasts.

  Cecile was always dressing conservatively. On winter time, she would wear jeans with fluffy sweaters making her an average looking and almost no one would ever notice her breasts were bigger than her sister's.

  Maud loved to dress fashionably classy which made her one of the hottest girls one would want to meet. [1]

  That summer, despite a reluctant Cecile, Maud finally convinced her sister to spend their holidays in the French Riviera where their parents own a townhouse in the charming city of St-Raphael in the beautiful Provence region. The two sisters would be on their own as their parents were traveling abroad.

  In Maud suitcase, many sexy summer outfits. In Cecile's many books.

  On the first four days, lounging by the swimming pool and reading books all day long was all Cecile did. She enjoyed herself fueling her mind in reading as much authors books as she could that she would ultimately share with her students. Maud had already hit several clubs, made many new friends and most of the time, she landed home at dawn to finally get some sleep.

  One the fifth day, Maud asked her sister.

  ''Can't you be anything more boring? Are you going to read books all summer? Seriously.”

  'I'm fine. I want to finish that book. So fascinating!' said Cecile, barely looking at her sister.

  'Ok, I need your help. I need you to come out tonight with me. I have to meet some new friends who know the owner of the hottest club by the beach and I want to be introduced so I could get there free all summer.'

  'I'm not into clubbing, you know that' said Cecile, almost closing her book. 'And why would you need me?'

  'Well, I'd like to look more serious if I show up with my sister. Please, I'm begging you' said Maud. 'Just tonight and I won't ask you again. I promise you!'

  'Ok since you insist, however, I won't stay more than an hour. You can stay there all night if you wish.' [2]

  'Deal! said Maud, already excited. We leave in two hours, get glammed up and dress sexy!

  'Dress sexy? I don't think I packed any outfits to go out. I might just borrow some of yours, if you don't mind”

  Two hours later, the two sisters were ready to head out. Maud didn't bother wearing a bra under a tiny sexy black little dress. Each move making her taunt natural big boobs dangling. Cecile opted for a white long skirt. Though her heavy natural breasts were hiding in a conservative black bra, her nipples were still sticking out through her tight white top. Both had opted for some sexy open toe high heels stilettos.

  Maud had insisted that her sister applied some makeup and after some resistance, Cecile finally accepted.

  Both look just like two tall bombshells and got stared several times until they jumped on a taxi.

  When they arrived at the club, Maud went straight to the bouncer and asked for Laurent as she was recommended. The tall and large black bouncer looked at the two girls from head to toe then asked them to hold.

  A few minutes later, a white, tall, athletic brown hair young man appeared. He was on his mid-thirty's with a pretty handsome look. [3][4]

  As a night life connoisseur, in a short steal look, he had noticed immediately the upper side of the young women bodies, anticipating all the potentials.

  “I'm Laurent. The owner of the club.'

  'I'm Maud and this is my sister, Cecile.” He smiled at both though his eyes glued on Cecile's. Blondes have always had his preferences.

  'Oh, I heard about you. Welcome ladies! I'm a little bit busy at the moment, I will see you at the VIP bar. Get whatever you want, it's on me' he added.

  Excited, Maud was already forecasting the next following nights in her mind. Cecile followed her, knowing she will be out in less than an hour anyway. That loud house beats atmosphere was just not for her.

  They both found two bar stools at the VIP bar side which made Cecile more comfortable as the traffic was lower in this area. [5][6]

  Without asking her sister, Maud ordered two Martinis. Cecile was not used to drinking and before she could even protest, Maud said [7]

  'Ok, girl, tonight is my night! I'm taking care of you. Just drink this and stop thinking too much,' she added, laughing. 'I'm going to hit the dance floor. You join me?'

  'Maybe later' responded Cecile. She had taken a couple of sips and she started to feel a little bit tipsy.

  An hour later, Laurent joined Cecile at the bar.

  “Let me treat you', he said ordering a bottle of Champagne.

  'Oh no thanks, that's so nice of you Laurent, but I already had two drinks and it's more than I take in a year' she said, laughing.

  'You won't refuse a glass of champagne, just one, would you'? said Laurent calmly with a smile. She smiled back and accepted.

  Cecile had never dated any men until then. She had devoted her time studying and had always refused any going out parties while at school. She had met a nerd friend, Nathalie and both had spent most of their University years exchanging books.

  They have been talking for a while now. Laurent was a perfect gentleman, making her feeling comfortable. At some point, Maud joined them. As he was taking a phone call, she told her sister.

  'You need to loosen up a bit more, get that hair down.' Without waiting for her sister's answer, she pulled the string off her sister's ponytail, freeing he
r magnificent long blonde hair that spread out on her bare shoulders. [8][9][10]

  When Laurent got back, he stared at the young lady, letting out a 'Wow! Drop dead gorgeous!' Not only the blonde hair cascade had brought more attractiveness, a humid aureola had now spread out on her tight top revealing two insolent nipples pointing out through the bra. Drink mixes helping, she loosened up and eventually danced with Laurent.

  Exhausted, she left an hour later.

  It all started that night.

  Laurent had offered to meet the next day.

  Then, they met again. And again. And again.

  They made love. And again. And again.

  She fell in love with him.

  Unique son of rich parents and over fifteen years in the nightlife industry had made Laurent pretty successful. He had purchased a large property and could even afford a full-time handyman/gardener, Mouloud, who lived in a small room by their pool. [11]

  Powering his network of relations in the beautiful city of St-Raphael, he found easily a full-time teaching job for Cecile. She was now a French teacher at one of the most renowned private high school in the area and she soon proved to be one of the best teachers they ever hired. [12][13][14][15][16][17][18]

  The bombshell soon moved with Laurent.

  One year later, they got married.

  Maud eventually met a native Moroccan guy. She accidentally got pregnant and they decided to keep the child. The family grew and she soon became a mother of three children. They moved to Spain and a year later, her husband became an alcoholic addicted, beating up his wife almost every day. She kept silence about this and Cecile never knew this side of her sister's life.

  Sex had been fantastic with Laurent, the former nerdy girl was no longer shy and her sexiness had literally bloomed. She was now a confident, gorgeous, good-looking and sophisticated young woman, always doing her best to look attractive to her husband. She loved him with all her heart and even better, he was also a great performer in bed. She rarely went to the club, preferring enjoying the tranquility of their home, located in an upper-class neighborhood. She loved feeling him penetrating her soak pussy in the middle of her sleep when he came home from work. She became sex addicted, her incredible body all devoted to her husband. [19][20][21]

  She felt like in heaven.

  Happy wife. Happy life.

  Then, things changed.

  Laurent started to come home later than usual. In the beginning, she didn't notice as most of the time, she was deep asleep.

  One day, she woke up and hit the bathroom. Half awake, she looked at the clock. Almost 6 am. Laurent was still not home. Cecile was not a drama kind of woman, so she went back to bed and didn't say anything. He didn't say anything neither.

  The following night, the same thing. 7am. Still not back home.When he finally showed up, he looked surprised to see her awake. She asked him why he was coming home so late. [22]

  “We are in full season on summer time, you should know that. We are very busy and I have to go through the closing paper work an hour later. I'm so exhausted.”

  He took a quick shower and said a quick 'I love you' as he fell asleep.

  'I love you too', she replied as her husband was already snoring.

  When she woke up, she felt horny. They haven't had sex for two weeks now which had never happened before. She wanted to feel his hard dick in her and decided to surprise him. 'With this strategy, I doubt he would run away,' pussy throbbing. As he was taking a shower, she put high heeled platforms shoes on and grabbed one of her sexiest lingerie outfits. Legs wide open, she closed her eyes ready to abandon herself to the love of her life. She couldn't wait any longer. She would fuck him if necessary. She was just so horny. [23]

  Beep. Beep.

  In the right night stand top, her husband cell phone signaled upcoming messages.

  Beep. Beep.

  Cecile was not a suspicious kind of woman, she totally trusted Laurent, and she had never checked her husband cell phone when it was ringing or beeping.

  Beep. Beep.

  'Sounds like something urgent', she said, grabbing the small device.

  Her eyes looked in shock and in horror at the screen.

  Brigitte, the sender had texted :

  'Let's fuck again tonight, my love, I can't wait to have you between my legs. Last night was so amazing!'

  Cecile's finger scrolled up quickly and found out previous conversations.

  'I love you" had texted Laurent. 'I'm leaving work around 11 pm. Please, get ready for total sex. I want you to be my sex slave tonight.'

  'I will be, my love, Count on me. I'm already wet.' texted back, Brigitte. [24]

  She kept scrolling up and found out that both illicit lovers didn't meet past Sunday. He had texted Brigitte he would stay with his wife.

  'Wait, Cecile thought. Sunday? Laurent is never here on Sundays. I wish he came with me at the Church service.”

  She pressed 'other conversations' on the phone and looked up past Sunday conversations.

  Ophelie had texted him.

  'My love, I can't wait to see you. I need you. I need to feel your hard dick deep in my cunt and in my ass. Remember, I am your Sunday slut!'

  He had texted back.

  'You are not only my slut, you are my whore. Can't wait to fuck you hard, my loving bitch! See you in a little bit.'

  Beep beep.

  Another text had just come up. [25][26]

  She looked up the sender.

  Marjorie.

  'Hey love, when are we fucking again? It was so good the other day. I miss you. I think I love you. Please get back to me asap.'

  At this point, it was more than Cecile needed to learn. Frozen, she put the phone back on the nightstand top, hearing the sliding glass door as Laurent was stepping out the shower.

  'Love, he said, I have a surprise for you.'

  'Oh really?' she said still in the state of shock. [27]

  He stepped into the room, totally naked. His muscular body still half wet, stroking his thick dick in one hand. As he walked towards the bed, he saw his wife legs open, ready for sex. The poor young wife didn't realize she hasn't changed her position and it was now too late. Her husband had already jumped on the bed. Kneeling between her legs he had penetrated her. [28][29]

  'Aaaahh noooooooo', mewled Cecile

  'Yeah right, just tell me that's not what you want, bitch', Laurent said starting pounding her wet pussy vigorously while grabbing and squeezing her magnificent breasts.

  After what she had just found out on his phone, she wanted to jump off the bed, tell him fuck off and leave for goods.

  Unfortunately, her body didn't match her soul. Her body had the other plan, specifically other needs. [30][31]

  She started moaning under the serious hamming he was giving to her pussy. Her body was now responding to his thrusts. Having been neglected for two weeks, she needed this more than anything else and she couldn't refuse and be giving up on the pleasure she[32][33] has been craving for. Her long sexy legs wrapped her husband back before resting on his shoulders for a moment. She needed to be nailed. Very hard.[34][35]

  'Ah!!Ah! Yes, Yes, Fuck me, Fuck me hard with your hard dick! 'Oh my God, I'm about to come!' as a frustrated and long-awaited orgasm was already rising. [36]

  She opened up her legs wider, her husband keeping thrusting into her soaked pussy.

  'Fuck me, Laurent! Fuck me hard! Yeessss!! Cuuuuuuummmmiiiing!!' Aaaarrghh!!

  'You like being fucked just like a fucking whore? tell me, fucking dumb bitch!” say it or 'I stop fucking you,' he yelled.

  Laurent loved dominating his wife and dirty talking during sex had soon become part of their sex life. [37][38]

  Cecile identified dirty talking as an immersion into the experience of having great sex, where playing roles with her sex partner help out to reach this stage. As acting freely the way they want to act without guilt or shame becoming an open conduit for unlimited lust and desires. Mouths start moving as brains stop thi
nking, dirty talking is simply pushing the limits of what they feel comfortable doing. This unashamed attitude and absence of inhibition making perfect sex partners and outstanding fornication.

  She knew her husband loved that and turned him on. Most importantly, she enjoyed being dominated, humiliated, each degrading word making her pussy soaked if not orgasming.

  'Yes, I do'! she said.

  'Say it, scream it, slut!'

  'Ah! Ah!! Yes!' feeling another orgasm approaching.

  He suddenly stopped in a mid-stroke, pulling his dick out of her dripping pussy. She moaned of frustration. She had already come and he had stopped just as another orgasm was about to explode. [39][40][41]

  'Oh noooo'... What are you doing?'