La Suite by M. P. Franck Read Free Book Online

enough for a dark load, so I looked at
the jeans I was wearing and decided they could go in, too. So, I
was just in my knickers and as I reached across the machine to get
the basket, the corner of the machine was just at the right height,
if you know what I mean?” Odile looked up. Gaëlle nodded.
    “I was just
getting into it, when suddenly I heard a voice behind me. It was
Paul, back to collect some tools for work. He said I think those
knickers need to go in the wash . He whipped them off me, and
took me from behind, both of us jammed up against the corner of the
vibrating washing machine. It was lovely, until a little voice said Daddy, why are you pushing Mummy into the washer ? Cécile had
decided that she’d played long enough on her own and had come
looking for me. I was too deep into the fucking to think of a
reasonable response, but Paul said, quick as a flash, ‘The washing
machine needed to be pushed back against the wall. I’m helping
Mummy to do it, because it’s heavy.’ Cécile said Afterwards,
will you come and play with me? and wandered off, leaving us to
finish as best we could.”
    “It must have
been awkward,” Gaëlle said. “I can see that.”
    “The funny
thing is,” Odile went on, “years later, when Cécile must have been
about sixteen, I happened to catch a glimpse of her doing the exact
same thing! She thought she had the house to herself and she was
just reaching her climax when I passed by the utility room door. I
have to admit she looked very sexy, even if she is my daughter, so
I watched for a moment. Then I sneaked back out, and came noisily
into the house a few minutes later, to give her time to organise
herself. I shouted hello, got the things I’d come for and was about
to leave again when she came out of the utility room, fully
dressed. As I went out of the door, I said, “If the washing machine
needs to be pushed back, it’s best to do it when you’re sure
there’s nobody else around.” She went bright pink and we both burst
out laughing. I’d been going through a difficult patch with her,
but that incident turned us from spitting cats into best
friends.”
    “What a lovely
story,” Gaëlle said, smiling. “I’m sorry I never met your Paul, he
sounds fun.”
    Odile started
to laugh, then choked. “I was about to say exactly the same thing
about your Jérôme,” she declared, mopping her eyes. “Now, do you
want me to finish telling what I started last time?”
    “If you want to
tell, I’m happy to listen,” Gaëlle said. Odile recounted some of
her experiences. It seemed that, while the sex was often good, the
men involved were a mixed bag of idiots, fortune hunters and
crooks.
    Odile
concluded, “So, as I told you, I just wanted to feel well-fucked,
but I became dissatisfied with how I achieved that. I took Barbara
into my confidence and explained the problem to her. It was either
that or start to go further onto the wild side, sex clubs and group
sex, and I don’t think that’s for me. I was amazed to discover that
she was in complete sympathy. She’d had similar reactions when her
divorce came through. You only have to look at this house to
understand why she’d be a honeypot for a fortune hunter.”
    “So what
happened next?” Gaëlle asked.
    “Barbara and I
came to the conclusion that we could have fun without men,” Odile
explained. “Not that we are lesbians,” she went on hurriedly. “We
just try things out in each other’s company.”
    “What sort of
things?”
    “Oh, vibrators,
all sorts of toys. We trust each other and it’s interesting to see
how someone else reacts to certain experiences.”
    “Such as?”
    Odile
smiled.
    “Don’t tell me
you didn’t notice Barbara’s nipples last time!”
    “I could hardly
miss them,” Gaëlle admitted.
    “The first time
she showed me her little pump, I was very unsure. But she persuaded
me to try it, and wow!”
    Gaëlle could
feel her heart beating faster as she asked, “How does it