About fifteen years ago my wife, Mandy, and I were in France looking at buying a chateau. It had twenty-eight bedrooms to give you some idea of the size. It was in pretty poor condition as it probably hadn’t been lived in for at least ten years. I was looking at it as a possible investment and to turning it into a hotel. Although the vineyards which were originally part of the chateau had been sold off separately it, it still boasted well over twenty acres of land, which were now feral and needed a lot of work.
I had my solicitor investigate what planning permissions were needed to turn it into a hotel. Basically, the corrupt French system required the mayor and his committee be given a payment and it would go through on the nod. Mandy loved it and could see us keeping a room vacant and making use of it ourselves when we could get away. The sale and paperwork where positively a pain and we had to return to France four times before everything was finalized. The day that I went to the solicitors to sign the last papers a rather beautiful and elegant woman was just leaving. I was later to discover that she was the previous owner.
I was put in touch with the original grounds man, and I took him and another man on to bring the grounds back together. I was recommended a team of builders that had done several chateau conversions and they were set to work. My wife decided that whilst the work was taking place, she would have an RV on site so we could see some of the work being done.
On one such visit there was some sort of conflab going on between several of the builders. I eventually got to hear, in English, that they couldn’t find where the boilers for the heating system were. I must admit that during the two visits I made to the site I had also not seen a boiler or boiler room. After a lot of beautiful oak floorboards were taken up, something I hadn’t wanted if it could be helped, we could see that it was in the far west corner of the chateau in the basemen, and it was about a quarter of the floor space.
In the basement there was no evidence of a door into that area, but by square footage there had to be. The builders had gone off for the night and Mandy and I spent several hours tapping walls to eventually find a door that was painted over with a mural. It was well camouflaged and had a small cupboard in front of it. The good news was we had found it the bad news was it was locked. I had a big ring of keys and spent the next two hours trying various keys. Not one fitted.
The next day I told the builder in charge that I had found the room, but it was locked. He informed me that he knew a locksmith that could open it without damaging what looked like a pretty solid oak door. The lock smith arrived just as the builders were leaving. To my surprise he was a cockney lad that had moved to France quite a while back. It took him just fifteen minutes to fashion a key that worked. After paying him he left us to it.
Mandy and I spent the next fifteen minutes trying to find where to turn the lights on. When we eventually got the lights on, we could see that it was some a boiler room, but that was only a small part of the area. There was a door to a much bigger room and fortunately it had the key still in the door. Through that door we discovered some sort of sex playroom. The floor wall and even the ceiling were carpeted, except for one wall that was plastered in photos. Mandy and I had taken part in some pretty wild parties in our time, but nothing quite like we were seeing in the pictures. There were plenty of sexy young girls in various sex acts, but the majority of the photos showed the woman I had seen in the solicitors. She looked quite a bit younger in the photos. She also looked less sophisticated, but far sexier.
Eventually after looking at the photos Mandy opened two cabinets to find a huge amount of sex toys and gadgets. I was looking at the benches and racking along with securing rings and ropes. There were also several toys one being a Symbian that required power. There was also two double beds and a couch and two chairs. They had all had some form of adaptations done to them. There was also a heavy set of stocks, and I got hard thinking about young ladies in the stocks being used by the men that attended these parties. Then last but not least, there was a large combination safe. The cabinets that Mandy was looking in, had a ranged of vibrators, dildos and whips and paddles. The other side of the room was three more cabinets and inside was a huge range of clothes. I picked out a maid’s outfit and joked that Mandy should put it on, and I would tie her to a bench and use a paddle on her arse before giving her a good fucking. Or better still put her in the stocks.
Eventually we locked the room up and left the area for the boiler open for the builders. That night in bed I gave Mandy a damn good seeing to. Afterwards we talked about what we had found and what we should do with it. On the papers I had signed was the name of the woman that sold it to us, and we agreed that we would give her the right to remove anything she wanted that could embarrass her. The next morning, I rang my solicitor for the woman’s address. He seemed confused as to why I wanted it, and I had to evade his questions and tell him a white lie as to why I needed it.
The following day, Mandy had planned a day out and wanted the car, so I got her to drop me into town and I hired a car for the day and drove the twenty odd miles to the house that the woman now owned. She seemed surprised when she opened the door to me. I had wondered if it was going to be a waste of time as I speak only a small amount of French. To my surprise she had an American accent and spoke rather posh English. I started to tell her that we had found the basement boiler room. She immediately went bright red.
She invited me in, and I think initially she was thinking that I was there to blackmail her. I explained that we had seen everything in the room and thought she might like to remove anything that might embarrass her. She seemed much more concerned for some of the people in the photos. Over a cup of tea, she said that before anyone else went in the room she would like to remove most of the photos and some of the other stuff. I asked would her husband like to come with her to collect whatever she wanted.
Veronique burst into tears. I wondered what I had said to upset her so much. Her husband from what I gathered over the next few hours was a French/Canadian man who had inherited the chateau from his father. He was some type of businessman and from the sounds of it more than a little bit on the shady side. They had married when she was quite young (eighteen or nineteen) and she was soon being used by him and his mates. It sounded like he would loan her out as some part of a deal he might strike. It didn’t sound like she objected very much if at all.
One of his passions, besides the trollops that he brought home and shagged was photography. Veronique was soon featured in many of his photo shoots with friends and clients. As she was telling me this, I was getting a bit excited and uncomfortable in the trouser department. When I asked where her husband was now, it caused her to burst into floods of tears. I managed to move and get myself a bit more comfortable as I hugged her to console her.
Veronique smelt good enough to eat, which did nothing for my trouser problems, as I hugged her. When she finally quietened down, she told me that he had gone to Paris on business with a mate and whilst he was there, he had been killed. After telling her how sorry I was to hear that, she told me that the police either suspected it was to do with his business dealings or just a random robbery that went wrong. He had been stabbed in the thigh and then in the heart and his friend had his throat cut. I didn’t say anything to her, but it sounded either mob related or perhaps something to do with their lifestyle to me.
Eventually we arranged for her to come a few nights later, under darkness, to remove anything from the room that she either wanted to destroy or keep for herself. That night I told Mandy all about my visit to Veronique and what was said. Mandy was more interested in what she was like and if I found her sexy having seen her naked and in many compromising positions. I had to tell Mandy that I did find her sexy. I also told Mandy that the woman was now in her late forties or early fifties and we were in out mid-forties.
Two nights later Veronique arrived in her car, and I went down to the room with Veronique and Mandy. She had several black bags and started to pull some of the photos off the wall. Then she suddenly sighed as she looked at one photo. The guy did have a fair-sized cock on him, and Mandy pointed that out. Veronique asked if we knew who he was. We had to say no. Veronique told us he was a prominent member of the current French government. Then she pointed out someone who was an actor. The next one she picked I immediately recognized. The wall was a who’s who of socialites.
Veronique removed three quarters of the photos and then went to the cupboards. She selected a double ended dildo and put it in a separate black bag. I had seen that dildo in some of the photos with someone on top of Veronique. There wasn’t a lot of the dildo to see as most of it was either in Veronique’s pussy or the other girl’s pussy. She also selected a couple of butt plugs a strap on dildo and some nipple clamps. Then she went to the clothes cabinets and amongst the clothes she selected was the maid’s outfit that I had joked with Mandy over.
Mandy told Veronique that I had picked that one out and it had got me excited. She selected a few more outfits and a massage table and then said we could do what we pleased with the rest. I asked if she would like a drink and after putting the bags and table in the car the three of us went into the RV where I poured us large glasses of Brandy.
I was surprised just how well Mandy seemed to be getting on with Veronique. She asked what we would do with the room. I told her that we might keep it and make use of it. Mandy told Veronique about our swinging, swapping and parties. I asked Veronique about the safe and she told me she had no idea what was in it or the combination.
Veronique asked if there were any other photos I particularly liked and I told her that there was one where she was in a red bra and panties set getting a rather good fucking from behind by the looks of things. I told her that I found red sexy as well as the fact that the panties were crotchless and the bra was a peephole bra.
With that Veronique stood up and raised her skirt to show me that she was in fact wearing the same crotchless panties. As she showed me, she raised her foot and put it on the arm of my chair giving me a much clearer view of her pussy through the split. It seemed strange, dirty and sexy that such a sophisticated woman was showing herself off to me. I immediately reached out and stroked her pussy with my fingers. Veronique groaned at my touch. Not to be missed out Mandy was off her chair and knelt on the floor watching me finger Veronique’s pussy.
Veronique groaned again and said that it was some time since any man had touched her like that. I told both women that I had a good idea and took them both back down to the games room. I told them that they had ten minutes to get themselves ready. I left them to it and went back to the RV for some more drinks for us. On my return Mandy was tied firmly to one of the benches and Veronique was behind her fucking her with a strap on cock. They were both in some of the sexy clothing and both wearing crotchless panties. I was rock hard in seconds and stripped off and got behind Veronique and eased my cock into her pussy. I was fucking Veronique whilst she fucked Mandy. It was so erotic that I didn’t last long and pumped a good load of cum I Veronique’s pussy.
I staggered to one of the other benches once finished in Veronique and just sat watching her fucking Mandy who from her groans was very close to her orgasm. Then Mandy was groaning out her pleasure as she came. It was a while before Veronique released Mandy. Mandy quickly reversed the positions and Veronique was ties to the bench and was swiftly introduced to the strap on. The sight of my wife fucking this woman with a rubber cock had me raising to the occasion again. This time it was Mandy’s turn to receive my cock as she fucked Veronique. Although I lasted a bit longer this time I was again coming in a hot pussy, only my wife’s this time.
Like Veronique had, Mandy fucked her to a good orgasm before they had finished. Shortly afterwards we dressed and locked the room up and returned to the RV. Veronique informed us that since her husband’s death she had refrained from sex but seeing the room and the equipment and photos had her excited. Having told us how lonely she was now living on her own we invited her to stay the night with us. Veronique was quick to take us up on our offer and I was treated to cuddling up to two very sexy women.
The next morning, I was woken to the two women in the sixty-nine position. It wasn’t something that I had seen Mandy do before, but later discovered that she had on several occasions at parties where I was otherwise engaged. I took advantage that Veronique was on top and slid my cock back into her tight pussy and fucked her to a strong orgasm from her moans and shaking. Afterwards we had barely dressed before the builders arrived. We told Veronique not to be a stranger and anytime she was lonely to give us a call or just come on over.
Seven months later when enough of the hotel was completed and we could move in, Veronique moved in with us. As per our plans we did return to the UK, and we do return to the hotel as often as we can. There is an additional bonus to our trips as Veronique now runs the hotel for us and is always there and ready and willing to spend time with us in the games room. I am happy to say that I have been treated to using all the equipment with both Mandy and Veronique.
