Sex

I was married for 30 years, but my dear wife had died two years before after a short illness. Of course, I grieved, but for many years I had availed myself of the bodies of nubile young escorts, and saw no reason to stop now.

Over the last few years I had become deeply attached to a young 24 year-old Polish girl, Juliya, who not only gave me tremendous sexual pleasure, but who now that I was unattached, was only too happy to spend weekends away with me on holiday. She was also rampantly bi-sexual, and her list of ‘Likes’ was unlimited.

It was mid-June, and I had booked a gite in Provence, ten miles inland from Nice, in the grounds of large olive groves. There were two cottages there, about 100 yards apart, but other than sharing a swimming pool, they were entirely separate. The properties had been magnificently restored and were fitted out to the highest standard.

Juliya and I had flown to Nice and we picked up a hire car and arrived at the cottage around 3pm. The owner, Therese, came