but jacking off. She worried that Laurent
would somehow be jealous, even though he was the one fucking Sam. So she would
just keep that thrill to herself. And it was a thrill. Knowing the effect she
had on a complete stranger. Well, the effect she and Laurent had on him. She
had no desire to be with anyone other than Laurent, he more than satisfied her.
So it wasn’t that she was unfulfilled or looking for a threesome, it was just
the thrill of the act. Plus, she knew she was safe with Laurent there. She knew
that, even though this guy was watching them, she wasn’t putting herself in
danger. So she was free to be a naughty, naughty girl.
Once they got in the car and started
driving away, Sam reached over and unzipped Laurent’s pants.
“Samantha?” he growled.
“Laurent, you know I’m all
about parity in our relationship. And, you didn’t get to, um, you know.”
“No, tell me, Samantha.”
Sam rolled her eyes. “You didn’t get
to come in there. I just want to return the favor.” She said as she pulled his
cock out, still mostly hard.
“Is that what you call it, a
favor?” he laughed and shook his head.
“I can’t talk if my mouth is
full. Now, shut up and drive.” Sam said as she leaned over and took his cock
into her mouth.
CHAPTER 11
Sunday morning, before Sam left
Laurent’s, they Skyped with Mme. Román. Sam’s inclusion in these Sunday morning
chats was becoming a more and more regular affair. Mme. Román was continuing to
get better, surprisingly following doctor’s orders by doing her exercises and
taking all of her medications. Laurent confirmed this weekly with Marie to make
sure that it wasn’t just Mme. Román’s version of the truth.
Some days, like this one, Mme. Román
would tell, not ask, Laurent to leave so that she and Sam could talk, “just
us women.” Laurent would feign being hurt by this, and huff as he left the
screen, winking to Sam from off camera. Truthfully, he was never out of earshot
and heard the entire conversation, which Sam realized was just typical Laurent.
But it was more than because of his controlling nature. She knew that he also
enjoyed watching the relationship between these two women grow, which brought
him both joy and peace.
This Sunday, Mme. Román wanted to
talk about her favorite subject, romance novels. Ever since they brought her
those books while she was in the hospital, Sam had been sending a new book each
week. It was “their little secret” although Laurent knew full well, though he
never let on to his mother.
“Oh, mon dieu, can you believe
that cad Stephen! He’s awful! How he treats poor Julie! And she just takes his
emotional abuse! She has to leave him for that sweet farmer down the road
Nicholas. Poor thing, a widower at such a young age!” Mme. Roman could go on and on discussing
the characters like they were real. Sam always bought two copies of the books
so that she could keep one and discuss the merits of the various characters and
twists and turns with Mme. Roman. Sometimes, Sam would read Laurent passages to
which he would laugh and roll his eyes, accusing Sam of “contributing to the
delinquency of my mother.”
Laurent would give them about 10
minutes before “coming back into the room” and finish up the call, otherwise,
he knew that his mother could keep Sam on for hours.
“You know, I think she thinks
the characters are real the way she talks about them!” he said as he stood
behind Sam’s chair, rubbing her shoulders. Sam leaned her head all the way back
to see him smiling down at her.
“I think, being so isolated
where she is, it’s good for her. And, it gives us something we can share.”
Laurent walked around to the front
of her chair and knelt, “Oh, Samantha, I love that you two have this special
bond. Seeing her so animated and excited talking about the books,” he grinned,
“it’s adorable. Merci, Cheri .”
“ De rien , Laurent, but
I enjoy it too. Your mother has such
would somehow be jealous, even though he was the one fucking Sam. So she would
just keep that thrill to herself. And it was a thrill. Knowing the effect she
had on a complete stranger. Well, the effect she and Laurent had on him. She
had no desire to be with anyone other than Laurent, he more than satisfied her.
So it wasn’t that she was unfulfilled or looking for a threesome, it was just
the thrill of the act. Plus, she knew she was safe with Laurent there. She knew
that, even though this guy was watching them, she wasn’t putting herself in
danger. So she was free to be a naughty, naughty girl.
Once they got in the car and started
driving away, Sam reached over and unzipped Laurent’s pants.
“Samantha?” he growled.
“Laurent, you know I’m all
about parity in our relationship. And, you didn’t get to, um, you know.”
“No, tell me, Samantha.”
Sam rolled her eyes. “You didn’t get
to come in there. I just want to return the favor.” She said as she pulled his
cock out, still mostly hard.
“Is that what you call it, a
favor?” he laughed and shook his head.
“I can’t talk if my mouth is
full. Now, shut up and drive.” Sam said as she leaned over and took his cock
into her mouth.
CHAPTER 11
Sunday morning, before Sam left
Laurent’s, they Skyped with Mme. Román. Sam’s inclusion in these Sunday morning
chats was becoming a more and more regular affair. Mme. Román was continuing to
get better, surprisingly following doctor’s orders by doing her exercises and
taking all of her medications. Laurent confirmed this weekly with Marie to make
sure that it wasn’t just Mme. Román’s version of the truth.
Some days, like this one, Mme. Román
would tell, not ask, Laurent to leave so that she and Sam could talk, “just
us women.” Laurent would feign being hurt by this, and huff as he left the
screen, winking to Sam from off camera. Truthfully, he was never out of earshot
and heard the entire conversation, which Sam realized was just typical Laurent.
But it was more than because of his controlling nature. She knew that he also
enjoyed watching the relationship between these two women grow, which brought
him both joy and peace.
This Sunday, Mme. Román wanted to
talk about her favorite subject, romance novels. Ever since they brought her
those books while she was in the hospital, Sam had been sending a new book each
week. It was “their little secret” although Laurent knew full well, though he
never let on to his mother.
“Oh, mon dieu, can you believe
that cad Stephen! He’s awful! How he treats poor Julie! And she just takes his
emotional abuse! She has to leave him for that sweet farmer down the road
Nicholas. Poor thing, a widower at such a young age!” Mme. Roman could go on and on discussing
the characters like they were real. Sam always bought two copies of the books
so that she could keep one and discuss the merits of the various characters and
twists and turns with Mme. Roman. Sometimes, Sam would read Laurent passages to
which he would laugh and roll his eyes, accusing Sam of “contributing to the
delinquency of my mother.”
Laurent would give them about 10
minutes before “coming back into the room” and finish up the call, otherwise,
he knew that his mother could keep Sam on for hours.
“You know, I think she thinks
the characters are real the way she talks about them!” he said as he stood
behind Sam’s chair, rubbing her shoulders. Sam leaned her head all the way back
to see him smiling down at her.
“I think, being so isolated
where she is, it’s good for her. And, it gives us something we can share.”
Laurent walked around to the front
of her chair and knelt, “Oh, Samantha, I love that you two have this special
bond. Seeing her so animated and excited talking about the books,” he grinned,
“it’s adorable. Merci, Cheri .”
“ De rien , Laurent, but
I enjoy it too. Your mother has such
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