Richard and Franco 04
Third six months in France
Bisex-MMF
My name is Richard. I'm 25 years old and I junior CPA at a small accounting firm in Perpignan, France.
I grew up and went to college, with an accounting major, in the United States.
I spent 18 months in Haiti before coming to France, where I've now lived for a year and a half.
It was in Haiti where I met my partner Franco.
My first year in France I worked in a hotel kitchen, as I did in Haiti. By the time that year had passed I had studied and passed an exam to be a CPA in the EU. I also have an international driver's license and an old Citroen.
Six months ago, in the first half of June, Franco and I went to my home town for the wedding of Betty and Bill.
Betty and Bill had been my playmates, and to hear Dad tell it, acted as siblings so that I'd learn social skills and not grow up spoiled.
As teenagers the three of us had become lovers and somewhere in that time they had my heart by every definition of love.
When I learned that they were engaged, I called them and before I could say a word I was assured that they still wanted to have sex with me, which was a bit comical but of course my first fear at their engagement was that our sex play was over.
Franco slept for much of the time on the Airbus; I drifted off a few times but I have trouble sleeping on jets for some reason.
We went through customs and boarded the 737 that would take us to my home state, and there my parents met us.
A boyfriend is naturally nervous meeting their lover's parents for the first time.
It had been nearly four years since I'd been home. When we saw my parents, Dad hugged and kissed me and Mom did the same to Franco, then they swapped. My first thought was that I might've just been walking next to any other random passenger, then I realized that Mom had seen at least one snapshot of us as a couple in a cafe.
After dealing with the luggage carousel, a lot of questions got asked. Since Franco and I had been living together for over two years and in two different countries, these seemed to be the questions I would expect. Franco took it all with grace.
We went to a good Mexican place for dinner. Franco said that some of the menu items were obscene in his dialect of Spanish, which was amusing.
I was emberrassed by how small and sparse my bed and room were, and made a note to myself to rent a car and a hotel room for our next trip.
After we got home I called Bill, who told me to meet at his parents at 8AM the next morning. We needed to get suits fitted. "Oh, by the way, you're the best man!".
I had been wondering who he'd found if it wasn't me, and now I got the answer. A little late, but still.
I had to set my old alarm clock, because the flight had left Franco and myself ready for record-setting sleep, which was not to be.
Franco and I were up, showered, dressed and at Bill's at 7:59 the next morning. That's not to say that we were entirely awake. Betty and Bill met us on the front walk.
Bill's parents weren't up yet, and anyway Bill and Betty had an apartment now. That seemed to mean that we'd never hang out naked by Bill's parent's pool anymore, which was a bit sad but we hadn't gathered there in four years. There were hugs and kisses all around; they took my endorsement of Franco as golden, and Franco knew 90% of what I ever did with Betty and Bill, so there were no doubts as to character.
Betty and Bill showed us their apartment; two bedrooms, part of a complex with a pool. They had learned to wear swimsuits but other than that had no complaints. Franco noted that Americans have yards that were unthinkable in most of the world. Ann, who I hadn't seen in nearly eight years, showed up in a Jetta and whisked Ann off for makeup, dress pickup and whatever else girls do before a wedding. Bill took Franco and I to a tuxedo shop, where I got measured and then sat down while I waited. I was ready to fall asleep on the bench when Franco appeared; I didn't know that he'd wandered off. He'd got two Cafe Americano's from a Starbucks next door. I told him that he was my lifesaver, in Hatian Creole.
We looked at the venue, talked to the DJ about the playlist, paid the preacher at the church, and got a quick lunch at a food court surrounded by box stores. All three of us guys were done eating. Bill, like any groom the day before his wedding, was talking faster than I've ever heard him, but he finally looked at us and came to a stop. The silence made my eyes pop open.
"Jet lag?", Bill asked.
"After 26 hours on airplanes,a little sleep and then we got up at six to meet you at eight", I explained.
Bill took us back to their apartment, put us in his bedroom and closed the door. Franco and I were asleep in ten minutes.
We woke up with the noise of Betty and Ann coming back from their errands, excited as a bride is expected to be the day before the event. I rubbed my eyes and came out of the bedroom. Bill was trying to shush Betty. Ann was leaving to catch up with Monty; they were still a couple all these years later. I quietly told Bill that the nap had me feeling a lot better.
I saw the dress in it's plastic bag, and learned that the cake was done and in a refrigerator at the bakery. A minute later, Franco came out and stood behind me with his arms around me, his chin on my shoulder. Franco's English is excellent, but Betty and Bill were talking very fast today.
I had a scenario in mind and I suggested it to Bill and Betty, confident that Franco would go along.
I was setting up Franco with Bill and Betty with myself.
Betty agreed on the grounds that next time we came to the states she got to play with Franco, and that we wouldn't wait so long.
Franco and I agreed to her terms.
We went to the bedroom, and Betty and Bill got out condoms and lube. Boxes of tissues were already on the headboard.
When all four of us were undressed, Betty and I started making out and feeling each other's bodies up. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Bill starting the same thing with Franco. Franco was finding out how I first learned to make love to a person. Betty and I were a bit rougher with each other than we had been in the past. We weren't teenagers anymore, we were making up for lost time, and the years had taught us more about what we liked and responded to.
I don't know how long we made out for but when I felt ready, I picked up Betty and put her on the closest side of the bed. Her eyes got real big; I'd never picked her up before, but I'd been working out for maybe seven years now, so it was easy. Bill wasn't going to pick Franco up, but Bill moved to the bed, laying next to his fiance. Bill wisely took a second to kiss Betty.
I started French kissing Betty before moving down to her boobs. My hands were caressing her butt cheeks while I worked her nipples. She let out a gasp, echoed by Bill. I saw Franco working on Bill's nips now. I moved quickly to Betty's pussy and started performing oral sex on her. I held on to her butt cheeks and worked around the labia wings while I heard the pace of her breathing pick up. I could tell that she was close when she barked the word, "Now!" which I hadn't heard in years. With that sound, I put everything I had to work directly on her clit, and she had a really loud orgasm. I backed off, then moved up to cuddle her as she came back down to earth. She grabbed my dick and held it tightly while her breathing returned to normal.
Franco was back on his haunches. Bill and Franco were both hard. Franco looked at me, and I pointed to the lube and condoms on his side of the bed. Franco put on a condom and got lube going.
I got another condom from the other side of the bed, and soon had it on. Back on my knees on between Betty's legs, I gave her a questioning look. She just grinned and nodded, and I started pressing my dick into her pussy.
Bill made a noise as Franco started pushing his big dick into Bill's ass. I didn't know how often Bill was getting it this way while I was away; they might swing with Monty and Ann, and Betty has a dildo harness, but I didn't know how active that part of their lives was. I was certain that Franco was the biggest thing Bill's ass had taken, and glad that Franco had the grace to go slow on Bill.
It took me nearly no time to be completely inside Betty, and we shared a good solid kiss. I started getting a rhythm going. After a couple of minutes I sensed that I was going too fast, probably because of the gentlemen fucking next to me on the same bed. I stopped myself and let my mouth go play on Betty's nipples for a minute, which she didn't mind one bit, before slowly picking up the pace again.
Eventually I was distracted from my careful pacing by a squeal from Bill, who was coming on his own chest. The whole bed shook, or rather stopped shaking, when Franco stopped moving and unloaded himself into his condom.
My self-control was gone at that point and I was driving myself hard and fast into Betty's pussy, feeling that I was past the point of no return. Yet again I thought that I saw a woman climax from fucking, which the books say doesn't happen, and once again the girl had gotten off prior to the sex that got her off again. I think that a woman's orgasms come in pairs.
As we untangled and started moving about to clean up, I felt that I needed to say something.
"Franco, the people you've met have used you for sex. From now on they're going to learn to know you and they're going to really love you".
Franco grinned at that and came over to kiss me.
"Not yet!, Betty said. "Next trip I still want to use Franco for sex once!"
All four of us laughed at that.
We got dressed and headed to the wedding rehearsal, and then the rehearsal dinner.
At one point I turned to Bill and asked, "Kids?". Bill grinned and said, "Ask me again in a week."
After the dinner I had Bill stop by a drug store. I ran in and got a legal pad and mechanical pencil.
"What's that for?", Bill asked.
"Best Man's speech", I answered.
"Fair enough".
The wedding happened. I cried, all our parents cried.
Franco didn't let go of my hand.
I gave my speech at the reception and described Bill's wisdom and patience, and Betty's trusting faith and creativity, without mentioning that I saw all of these things with respect to underage sex when we were teenagers.
2/3rds of the way through the reception I heard an old pop song start with a rhythm that I knew would work for something Franco and I learned in a class nearly a year before. I yelled one word to him in Catalan, and he knew what I meant, so Franco and I performed a gypsy dance that nobody else in the room had ever seen before.
For me, that was the best part of the whole trip.
We sent Bill and Betty away on their honeymoon, and a day later we got on a plane heading back to France.
Franco and I unpacked, slept, made love, and went back to our Perpignan routine.
A week after we returned, I applied with five or six local accounting offices. I had three interviews in the next couple of weeks, and four weeks after we had returned to France I had left the hotel kitchen, and had become a Junior CPA, finally wearing those italian clothes I'd bought in Sorrento.
Remembering some houses we'd seen in northern Italy, Franco and I started studying Italian.
Since it was like our fifth or sixth language, it didn't seem hard.