I parked the car outside the Palace bar. Heat clung to the night air, but chills raced down my spine as I cracked the door. Two hundred meters to the entrance. Two hundred meters to bail, drive home, cling to my safe, boring life as the proper wife. My pulse hammered. Husband away in Zurich….
The old courtyard gravel crunched under tires in my memory. Heart slamming. First time like this. Anne chained to the wrought iron fence. Our nipples linked by that thin chain. Every twitch pulled, sent fire through my tits. Hypersensitive. Delicious ache. I couldn’t kiss her yet. Handcuffed myself to her fate. Nervous sweat. Excitement buzzing….
Our living room couch. That’s where it started. Luc had just left, eyes wide from all the teasing. Julie and Catherine sat there, legs crossed but skirts hiked, grinning like they shared a secret. My heart hammered. I’d spied on Catherine for weeks through my telescope. Now she was here, real, her black mini dress…
That old countryside house near Nuits-sur-Armançon. November 1971. Toussaint break. My car broke down. Sergeant Paul rescued me. No hotels open. He housed me here. Fireplace crackling. Alone at first. Then his mates arrive with Rose, the busty farm girl. Lunch ends. I slip to my room, peek through the keyhole. Four young soldiers, cocks…