La Suite (21 page)

“Michel!”
Gaëlle cried. “And Claire!” She hadn’t seen them since the night at
the Blue Parrot, when she’d danced topless for the first time in
public. They chatted while Michel demolished the plate of cakes,
with very little assistance from the others.

“Do you
remember the Blue Parrot?” he asked. “What a night! Are you
planning to do another show for us some time, Gaëlle?”

Claire thumped
him. “Michel! Behave properly! He is irremediable,” she declared.
“I’m afraid you provided him with the highlight of his life so far,
Gaëlle. I was afraid he wouldn’t resist bringing it up. I hope he
hasn’t embarrassed you?”

“Not at all,”
Gaëlle said, and laughed. “I’m just glad he remembers me as I used
to be.”

“I don’t think
any of us will forget,” David commented, as he came in. “It was
quite a highlight for us, too.”

“It’s a
snowman!” Michel declared. David still had on his outdoor clothes,
and his hat and shoulders were covered in a thick layer of
white.

“Out!” Dani
cried, with simulated rage and pointing to the door. “I’m not
having you dripping on my parquet floor!”

David went off
to change and Claire and Michel looked at each other. “The snow’s
getting thicker,” Claire said. “We’ll have to go if we aren’t going
to be stranded.” They said their goodbyes and left, leaving Gaëlle
feeling a little as she did when Gabi visited her. So much nervous
energy was exhausting.

After dinner,
Gaëlle helped Dani and David to clear up before they went back to
the sitting room for coffee and liqueurs. They listened to music
for a while, then Dani said, “Since you’ve missed meeting Gaël and
Amélie, would you like to see some photos of them?”

“That would be
lovely.”

“Come through
into the television room, then. David stores the holiday pictures
on disk and it’s set up so I can do a slide show.”

Gaëlle followed
Dani and David through into a room where there was a roaring log
fire. The television occupied a significant part of the wall on
which it hung. “I inherited one like it when I bought my apartment,
even though I almost never watch television.” Gaëlle commented, as
Dani drew the curtains, took out a DVD and slotted it in.

“One metre
forty wide, and the picture quality is superb isn’t it?” David
said, as the first pictures came up, showing his son on holiday in
Mauritius.

“Gaël will be a
handsome man,” Gaëlle commented.

“Just like his
father,” David interjected.

“Whoever that
was,” Dani teased. Gaëlle smiled, enjoying the couple’s playful
relationship. She was feeling at ease with them.

“When you get
to see Amélie you’ll be glad there’s no sound. She takes after her
mother,” David said.

“David. Go
away. Make more coffee, while I change the disk. You know it makes
me nervous when I play with your toy,” Dani instructed him. David
gave an exaggerated bow and left the room. Dani turned to Gaëlle.
“I’m still learning how to make this thing work, so you’ll have to
forgive me if I show you architect’s plans or mountain scenery,”
she said.

However, Gaëlle
was happy to look at a series of photos of Amélie. Dani clicked the
remote again. The photo of Amélie on a bicycle that was on the
screen disappeared. The naked woman in the new picture was clearly
Dani. She was handcuffed to a bed, with her legs spread wide. A
thick vibrator protruded from her vagina. Gaëlle caught only a
glimpse of the photo, as Dani immediately hit the button on the
remote, evidently hoping that Gaëlle hadn’t noticed.

“Look, there’s
Amélie with her grandmother. Don’t they look alike?” Dani asked,
desperately, as a new image came up.

“It’s no good,
Dani. I saw you,” Gaëlle said. “Do I assume that’s part of the not
really exploring that you mentioned?”

“I don’t know
why that photo came up at all!” Dani declared.

“Can I see it
again, properly this time?” Gaëlle asked.

Dani blushed
almost crimson.

“You mustn’t
think…” she began. Gaëlle stopped her.

“Just show me
the photo, Dani.”

Dani pressed
the reverse button. The huge television screen meant that the image
was almost life size and the detail was crystal-clear.

“You look
fabulous,” Gaëlle said. “I can see your juices glistening. You must
have been wonderfully turned on. Better I should see it than
Amélie’s grandmother, don’t you think?”

“That doesn’t
bear thinking about.”

“Here’s the
coff….” David began, then stopped dead. His face was a perfect
blend of surprise and embarrassment.

“Relax, David,”
Dani said, regaining her composure. “It’s too late now. We’d better
tell Gaëlle everything. I’m sure she isn’t judging us. But can you
delete that, so we don’t shock your mother?” David deleted the
photo, then sat down and poured coffee. He looked at his wife,
waiting for her to speak.

“David knows
about our afternoon together,” Dani said. “I couldn’t keep it a
secret.”

“When Dani came
back that evening, she was so clearly buzzing that I knew something
special had happened,” David explained. “She refused to tell me
anything, until I discovered a way to persuade her.”

“Ah? How did
you do that?” Gaëlle asked.

“Dani’s very
ticklish. That night in bed, I grabbed her and I tickled her. That
almost always works, but I couldn’t keep hold of her for long
enough to get what I wanted,” David said.

“So you tied
her down?”

“Exactly. I had
to use our pyjamas to tie her to the bed that first time. She
struggled, but not very convincingly, it has to be said.”

“I didn’t want
you to hurt me,” Dani protested.

“Excuses,
excuses!” David declared. “Anyway, since our nightwear was
otherwise in use, it seemed a pity to waste the opportunity,
especially when I noticed that my dear wife was very, very wet.
Once I’d heard what she had to say, we had great fun, with Dani
still tied up.”

“It’s true. It
did something to me, to be so helpless,” Dani said. “And as I
couldn’t defend myself, David only had to threaten to tickle me for
me to tell him everything.”

“So, the
following night, we were getting ready for bed, and…”

“I asked David
to tie me up.” Dani completed the story.

“I see from the
photo that you’ve moved on from pyjamas,” Gaëlle commented.

“We soon found
that if we had proper ropes and handcuffs, it turned Dani on even
more,” David said. “Then we got more toys and so on.”

“You take a lot
of photos?” Gaëlle asked.

“Yes, he does,”
Dani said. “Sometimes he forgets my needs, in his enthusiasm for
taking pictures.”

Gaëlle smiled.
“I can see the temptation,” she said. “You do look rather
delicious. So, do I get to see these photos, then?”

David stood up
and went out, returning a few minutes later with a pen drive.

“The television
is wired to the computer,” he said. “There are hundreds of images
on here”

“Ah, the
wonders of technology,” Gaëlle commented.

Now that her
secret was out, Dani seemed as keen as her husband to let Gaëlle
have a peep into their sex life. David plugged in the pen drive and
the slideshow began.

“You really
have lost weight,” Gaëlle commented as the first photo appeared,
showing Dani naked, standing by the bed.

“I’m lucky it
didn’t all come off my breasts,” Dani said. “I’d got my waist back
by the time this was taken.”

The series of
photos showed Dani with her hands tied behind her back and kneeling
on the floor. The angle of the camera suggested that David was the
photographer. Dani had his penis in her mouth on the next shot, and
the one after that showed her with sperm splattered all over her
face. Her pleasure was quite obvious. The next series had her
attached to the bed, face down. Red finger marks on her buttocks
showed where she had been smacked.

“Don’t worry,
David would never hurt me,” Dani said, noticing the concern on
Gaëlle’s face. “He just makes me tingle.”

Gaëlle was
feeling too warm by now—the fire was making the room stuffy. The
sight of Dani’s nude body being used was giving her tingles, too.
The problem was that she had nothing she could take off to cool
down. She fanned herself with her hand, which made no difference at
all. The pictures continued, with Dani constrained in a variety of
ways and positions. The variety was also evident in the range of
toys and dildos that David was using on her. Gaëlle recognized some
of them, from her own little collection or from the array in
Barbara’s sex-room.

“You were
saying earlier that it was a good job there was no sound with the
photos, but I’d love to hear what you were both saying as these
were taken,” Gaëlle said. She was looking at a series in which Dani
was hanging by her wrists from a frame, while some sort of machine
was thrusting a dildo into her sex.

“We got that
machine because it’s hard to take good photos while you’re trying
to give your wife as much penetration as possible,” David said.
“Actually—”

“David!” Dani
interrupted him.

“It’s all
right, I can guess,” Gaëlle said. “There are also videos, aren’t
there?”

“There are, but
I’m not sure I want to share them,” Dani said.

“Your
decision,” Gaëlle responded. “But listen, I’m far too hot. Either
you’re going to open a window, or I’m going to take my dress
off.”

“Feel free,”
David said

Gaëlle stood up
and reached behind her back for the zip. She opened it and shrugged
the black dress off her shoulders, leaving her naked to the waist.
She stepped out of it, and sat down again, wearing just thigh-highs
and white cotton knickers.

“You’ve hardly
changed at all,” David commented. “You’re just as I remembered you,
and just as sexy!”

“That’s a
relief,” Gaëlle said. “Now, what about this video?”

“I’ve a better
idea,” David said. “Dani, are you on to give Gaëlle a live
performance? After all, she danced live for us.”

“I don’t know,”
Dani said. She started to chew on her lip. “It’s all very well for
you to suggest that, David. It isn’t you who’s going to be on show,
tied up and naked and squealing for more, is it?” Her voice was
trembling, but Gaëlle could see that temptation was triumphing over
apprehension.

After a
moment’s thought, Dani nodded. “Come on, then,” she said. “Let’s do
it.” She led the way upstairs and down a corridor to a room, which
she unlocked. “Officially, this is our gym,” she said. “That’s as
far as the kids are concerned. But really, it’s our
playground.”

Inside, the
room certainly looked like a gym, with weights and wall bars. Dani
unlocked a cupboard, revealing a selection of ropes, manacles and
other restraints. She stood aside for David to pick up something
that looked like a part of a construction set.

“Dani has to
choose which dildo,” he said to Gaëlle. “So, wife? Medium, large or
extra-large?”

“Medium,
please, David. Later on, we’ll see how I feel.”

As Dani
stripped off completely, Gaëlle examined her body. Dani’s breasts
were not quite as impressive as she remembered, but were still
substantially bigger than her own, as was Dani’s bottom. The weight
Dani had lost had come off her belly and waist. She went to stand
by the bars of a climbing frame fixed to the wall. David took a
length of white cordage from the cupboard.

“It’s sailing
stuff,” he explained to Gaëlle. “It’s very strong, but it’s quite
soft and doesn’t leave marks.”

Dani held her
hands out in front of her, wrists crossed. David looped the rope
round the wrists and tied a complicated knot, then passed the end
of the rope over the top bar and pulled. Dani’s arms rose above her
head, her eyes opening wider as the strain began to pull on her
shoulders. She took a step back and balanced on the lowest bar
while David tied off the rope. When she stepped down again, she
could only reach the floor by standing on tiptoe. The position
thrust her breasts forwards. Gaëlle could see Dani was breathing
quite hard. Gaëlle was breathing heavily, herself. David wheeled
the machine over. Now, Gaëlle could see how it would work. An arm
attached the dildo to the motor. David switched it on to test it.
There was a hum, as the arm began to rise and fall. He adjusted the
range of movement, then shunted it so it was between Dani’s feet.
He raised the arm so it was almost touching Dani’s labia and
tightened a bolt.

“Ready?” he
asked his wife.

“Can I have the
blindfold?” Dani asked. “It makes me feel even less in control.
Besides, it will remind me of our afternoon together,” she said,
looking at Gaëlle. David tied a silk scarf over Dani’s eyes. The
machine started, emitting a low hum. David stopped it.

“If you’re
having the blindfold, you should have the ear plugs, too,” he said.
Dani seemed less enthusiastic about that, but David fitted the
earmuffs over her head anyway.

“Now we’re
ready,” he said to Gaëlle, and started the motor again. She watched
as the arm rose, bringing the dildo head up towards Dani’s sex. At
first, it was barely touching her, just nudging the soft outer
labia. Dani grunted when it made contact. She was clearly used to
the machine, but because she could neither see not hear it, she
couldn’t tell when the next thrust was going to happen. She tried
to lower herself towards it, but the rope held her in place. The
machine continued to bump gently against her. She whimpered.
“Please, David. Open me up.”

David turned to
Gaëlle, who was standing beside him. She caught a glimpse of the
tableau in the wall mirror. David, in shirt and trousers, herself
topless, wearing only stockings and knickers and Dani, stripped
naked, tied up and helplessly available. Gaëlle’s nipples were
starting to harden. She took a step forwards and stroked Dani’s
labia with her hand. To Gaëlle’s surprise, her fingers came away
dripping. Dani was clearly very excited, even though as yet, almost
nothing had happened. Gaëlle parted Dani’s outer labia, allowing
the dildo to touch just inside.