Chapter Sixty-One - The Last Couple of Days in France

Although it was nice going from port to port, visiting another hot spot along the French Riviera every day, after Monte Carlo, it would be nice to spend at least a few days in each of the locations. It was nice to see each of the popular destinations, but we weren't there long enough to really experience the unique qualities and character of each one. I knew our next visit would be spent at a couple of those ports for a more lengthy taste of each. I was getting anxious to get back to the villa in Marseille, and maybe we could do a few more things there before we departed on Sunday. Lawrence seemed to have things well under control back at the company, so Marshall could relax more.

That last hour in Saint-Tropez flew by, and we were heading out of the harbor toward Marseille, getting a good view of the many areas that comprised the protected sanctuary of Calanques National Park throughout the coast around Marseille. The natural beauty and pristine waters didn't allow anything to disturb the entire ecosystem, including the sea grass and kelp beds, which were home to countless marine creatures. It was something I really wanted to experience, but maybe not on this trip. After all, we could do lots of snorkeling in Fiji, even though it was an entirely different environment, with a lot warmer ocean temperature.

Although we saw parts of the Calanques National Park, which is centered around Marseille, and it was the perfect focus for relaxation for the rest of this visit in France. I also wanted to see more of the local sights we hadn't experienced yet, Celeste and Antoine would be busy getting ready to leave for Fiji with us, so it provided some alone time with me and Marshall (and maybe Marie). Pretty much everywhere Marshall had homes, I had grown attached to some of the staff, especially Bernice at the US estate, Marie here in France, Litia in Fiji (to a lesser degree, because I had Bernice with me), along with Makoa in Hawaii and Penaia in Fiji.

Marshall and I talked with Celeste and Antoine, about our plans before we departed, Antoine was the one who expressed a desire to take care of some things at his place before we left, and his new bride, Celeste, would be with him. Her affairs were already in good shape, before she left on her holiday trip to Marseille. They both left for some alone time in their VIP suite, before we departed Saint-Tropez, and I asked Marshall how he felt about including Marie in our outings for the next couple of days, because they she would be leaving here with us for a long time, and as a local, she could assist us with things during that time. Marshall smiled and agreed.

Giving Marshall a big kiss, I jumped up to tell him I was going to share the plans with Marie, and he said he would speak with Bill for our flight plans, Jean-Pierre for food planning, and Míchel, as head of household for the Marseille villa. I caught Marie in the kitchen assisting Jean-Pierre, asking him if it was okay that I take her away from him, he graciously acquiesced with a smile, and I gave him a kiss on the cheek. I grabbed Marie's hand, leading her to the master stateroom, knowing Marshall would be busy for a while, so I wanted the two of us to spend a few moments together planning things and having fun. We were like two happy school girls heading off for an adventure.

Once we were in the stateroom, I embraced Marie, and asked her if she knew how much I cared for her, then I corrected myself to say I loved her. Marie smiled coyly and told me in French that she loved me too, and we kissed passionately. I explained that I had spoke with Marshall, asking him to release her from any duties until we left, so she could accompany me and Marshall for the last two days in Marseille. When I said it, I could see her eyes welling up, because she would be leaving her only home she'd ever known in a couple of days, and she became emotional. I hugged her, telling her that me, Bernice, and everyone else would help her feel at home in Fiji.

I stepped back, holding Marie's hands in mine, and I asked if she was sure that she was still okay with moving away with me and everyone else in Fiji. She stared at me intently, for nearly twenty seconds, seeing that she was thinking about everything before she responded, then she smiled and said she was sure. We embraced again, and I pulled her toward the bed, playfully. I jumped onto the bed, lying on my back, spreading my arms and legs for Marie, and she jumped up to get into a nice soixante-neuf oral position with me. My legs were over Marie's shoulders as her head bobbed up and down on my cock, while I fingered both her holes, sucking and licking her clitty.

The yacht felt like it shifted, not realizing how long Marie and I had been going at it, when Marshall entered the stateroom to tell us we were underway back to Marseille. As soon as he saw us, I looked over to see a devious grin appear on his face, as his cock began to rise into a full erection, pulsing, throbbing and growing with each hearbeat. Marie looked over to observe this, resulting in her becoming more excited in her oral efforts on my cock. I switched to three fingers inside Marie's tight butt, to make it ready for Marshall's cock, while I continued to concentrate on her clitoris, but now sucking on her pussy lips top.

Marshall assumed his position behind Marie, so I pounded my fingers furiously a few times to make her rosebud begin, then I withdrew them to invite Marshall's huge cock to take their place. Marshall's balls hung and swung above my head before he penetrated Marie's sweet ass, but as he pushed himself in, they dragged across my forehead and my eyes, which is where they remained as he began his thrusting. Marie's sucking got so much more intense, and she began wriggling a couple of wet fingers into my hole with carnal urgency. Marshall was quickly pounding away inside of Marie's back door, balls deep, and she was taking it like a pro, loving every second of it.

We had something like two hours until we had to disembark in Marseille, there were things we could see or do along the way, but this was far more exciting at this moment. Marshall fucked Marie deep, hard and fast, making her have an anal orgasm in about fifteen minutes, but he didn't cum yet. He pounded her all the way through her climax, to make it even more intense, squirting into my mouth and all over my face. Marie stopped sucking my cock during her apex of her orgasm, and I slid out from underneath her to get near my daddy. Once he was done with pleasing Marie, it was my turn, so I got on all fours, arched my back, and pushed up my butt for him to plunge into.

Not missing a beat, Marshall pulled his cock out of Marie's butt, leaving it gaping open next to me, and he shoved his slickened cock right into me nearly the whole way in the first push. A couple more and he was balls deep, I adjusted to it and used my hands to guide Marie so I could access her gaping hole. I began licking and probing it with my tongue and fingers, before coning them up for some fisting action on her adorable ass. Both Marie and Bernice were such petite cuties, I don't know who aroused me more, and I couldn't hardly wait to have both of them together. It was almost like Marie and Bernice were like sisters to me, best friends and sexual partners.

Getting so turned on my playing with Marie's pussy and ass, while Marshall fucked me the way I liked best, I was cumming hard on his huge cock in about twenty minutes. My sphincter pulses milked Marshall's cum from his balls, bathing the interior walls of my fuck tunnel with his warm goo. I think my favorite feeling in the world was feeling a big throbbing cock cumming deeply within me, with a slight preference for my bussy over my throat, but both at the same time during a spitroasting was the best. We had a little over half an hour until we reached the Old Port of Marseille, and the three of us hopped into the shower for a quick body wash and some mutual groping.

After drying off, we headed up to the main deck, where we were met by Míchel and François, who offered to get us something to drink and snack on. We all went for some Perrier with citrus slices of orange, lemon and lime, while Jean-Pierre whipped up a platter of sliced bread, veggies, a few tapenades and some grand aioli. It was perfect for something somewhat healthy to regain some of the energy we'd expended during sex, with Bill and Richard joining us from where they were hanging out on the bow of the yacht. About ten minutes later, Antoine and Celeste emerged from the VIP stateroom, so they could enjoy some of Jean-Pierre's impromptu spread.

Míchel had already contacted the hotel near where we moored, where the vehicles had been parked during our quick dual 'honeymoon' cruise, so the vehicles would be waiting for us when we arrived back in the Old Port. Marshall pointed out the nearby Îles du Frioul archipelago as we approached Marseille, comprised of four islands: Pomègue, Ratonneau, Tiboulen, and If, which were almost directly off the coast where the villa was located. We could see them from the home, which I was able to spot as we passed between the islands and mainland. I enjoyed our cruise, but I was relieved to be getting back to Marseille, and anxious to get on our way back to Fiji on Sunday.

It was slightly overcast today, so Marshall suggested we visit some indoor sights and locations in and around Marseille with Marie, having lunch in town, to give the staff a break after the yachting trip. Antoine and Celeste were heading directly to his place, probably not seeing them again until either tomorrow night or Sunday morning, just before departing France on Marshall's jet. After we polished off the snacks Jean-Pierre made, we were heading toward the Old Port, so we all retreated to our rooms on board to get dressed before we got to the dock. When we arrived, the Peugeot and Bentley were waiting for us near the mooring, with two attendants from the hotel.

Tomorrow's weather forecast for Saturday called for lots of sun and unseasonal warmth, so we decided to plan on visiting the local islands off the Marseille coast. Marshall had permission from the local Marseille designer, Ora Ito, who purchased and owned the private beach of Calanque de la Courale, or Morgeret Cove, on Île Ratonneau. It was easily accessible by a ten minute walk from the Port du Frioul, less than five miles from the Old Port in Marseille that could be quickly reached by Marshall's tender. Because it wasn't accessible to the public, it gave us extra privacy for our visit, so we could visit and snorkel without bathing suits, if we wanted to.

As was typical, Jean-Pierre was the first person off the yacht after the first mate tied us off with another crew member, carrying his knife bag to the Peugeot, followed by Míchel and François. Marshall and I said our farewells to the captain, saying we'd see them one last time tomorrow, before the yacht could be returned to its normal mooring location in Toulon. We wouldn't be leaving the port in the yacht, just launching the Frauscher-Porsche for the day trip to Île Ratonneau, cruising along the way by the five hundred year old castle, Château d’If, which was where the Count of Monte Cristo had been famously held, after it became a prison.

The three staff members left for the villa, to arrive there before the rest of us, and Míchel already summoned a taxi to take Bill and Richard back to their condo near the airport. We said goodbye to the two of them, knowing we'd see them in a couple of days, and they appeared to have had a great time on our little Côte d'Azur cruise on the yacht. Once they left, the five of us piled into the Bentley, with Marshall driving us back to his villa. Taking just a few minutes, François opened the gate so we could pull right in, and he had positioned Antoine's vintage Citroën in the driveway, for their departure.

We said goodbye to Antoine and Celeste, then headed in to change our clothes after they left, so we could take Marie with us to go back out to explore Marseille for the rest of the day. Marshall drove us in the Aston Martin DBX707 to the La Plaine and Noailles neighborhoods, strolling through Noailles first, a chaotic street market that looked like it could be from North Africa or the Middle East, with flatbreads baking and kebabs sizzling. We grabbed some snacks from some of the street vendors, then proceeded a few streets east to the trendier La Plaine neighborhood market, around Place Jean Jaurès, filled with lovely boutiques and exclusive stores around the area.

For lunch, Marshall selected Bistro Le Pénard at the north end of La Plaine, where we were able to dine at a streetside table. After a sumptuous meal, I felt like walking around, so we drove a few minutes west toward the Old Port, to visit the le Musée d’Histoire de Marseille. Beyond the exhibitions that showcased the 2,600 year history of the area, admiring the priceless sculptures and paintings were a nice way for the three of us to walk off our lunch, before heading back to the villa. We had invited Antoine and Celeste to come by for dinner tonight, as well as tomorrow's boat trip to Calanque de la Courale on Île Ratonneau, but weren't sure if they would join us.

I really enjoyed having Marie along, because there were times that Marshall was checking things on his phone, to follow up with messages and decisions to be made in California, Hawaii and Fiji. Marshall also was confirming all travel arrangements for our flight plans, the stay on Fogo Island on the way back home, and the new bures being built at the Fijian property. Charles had relayed the progress was going well on the Zetros customization in Germany, which was due to be transported to Fiji about a week after we got back there, and he wanted to be there when it arrived, so he could familiarize himself with it and ask any questions he might have.

Dinner was served indoors, due to it being a cool evening, but the sunset was especially beautiful with the colors reflecting off the clouds over the Mediterranean. Antoine and Celeste were spending the night at his place, and they might join us on our little boat trip the next day, if they got up and arrived early enough, because we were leaving right after breakfast. We had only one more night in France after this, then we were flying off to Fiji, via Newfoundland, California, and Hawaii, taking Antoine, Celeste and Marie with us on all four flights. Marshall indicated we might stay two nights in Hawaii, depending on the weather conditions there and in Fiji.

Marie ended up playing with me and Marshall in the playroom, having a nice ménage à trois for almost two hours, but Marie wanted to work on deciding what to leave, get rid of, or take with to Fiji. I told her we could always ship things over, if she wanted to take more than could fit easily on the jet. Marshall and I were quite tired, falling asleep pretty quickly. Saturday morning, Antoine called to make sure we waited for them, because he and Celeste chose to go with us to the private beach of Calanque de la Courale on Île Ratonneau, which was a rare opportunity not to be missed. It was a good thing he called, because we were planning on leaving in twenty minutes.

We didn't really eat much, enjoying un petit-déjeuner and coffee, with a picnic basket full of food to take with us that Jean-Pierre had prepared for us, along with a couple of bottles of wine from the cellar, and some Perrier. The picnic lunch consisted of such things as dried pork tenderloin, basterma, soujouk, magret de canard, numerous local cheeses, fresh fruit, cut up veggies, socca, tapenade, aïoli, foccacia and a few other types of French breads. The five of us piled into Marshall's DBX707 after Antoine and Celeste arrived, and he drove us to the Old Port, where the first mate already had the 850 Fantom in the water, for us to board at the dock.

The weather was unseasonably warm for this time of year, with very little wind expected, so it was a perfect day for visiting the private beach, where we'd all get to skinny dip in the ocean, just like the homes in Hawaii and Fiji. Marie, Celeste and I sat in the back seat, while Antoine sat up with Marshall in front, and in ten minutes we were already at the yacht. Marie struggled with all the items for the picnic, so Antoine grabbed the heavier wine box and food basket, while she got the sun umbrella, blanket and towels for everyone. We all boarded the Frauscher-Porsche, we were pushed away from the dock, and then we were off to Port du Frioul on Île Ratonneau.

Sailboats and other small craft were allowed in the protected areas of Calanques National Park, even though this wasn't part of the largest part of it along the mainland coast. Making quick time across the water, we slowed down when going between the islands, taking a little time to check out the stately Château d’If fortress from the boat, along the way. Marshall arranged to borrow Ora Ito's personal Citroën Ë-Spacetourer that was stored near Port du Frioul, because normally motorized vehicles aren't allowed, and it was awaiting our arrival when we tied off at the marina. This time, Marshall and Antoine gathered the picnic items, putting them in the Citroën along with some snorkeling gear that was in the tender.

Once I saw the underwater scooters, masks and fins the first mate had put on the tender, I was glad we weren't carrying them with the picnic and other beach gear, even though it was only a five minute walk to the somewhat private Plage de Morgiret. When we pulled up near it, there were a few small boats roughly a hundred yards from the beach, and a couple was walking nearby, surprised to see us drive up. In addition to the umbrella, there was also a decent sized portable instant pop up beach shade and small table, for serving the food. The guys set up everything, placing the food in the shade, then we all stripped down to go into the cooler autumnal ocean water.

Celeste, Marie and I thought we might go snorkeling, so we stripped off our clothes, leaving on our water shoes due to all the pebbles on the beach. Because it was so warm outside, we forgot the sea water began cooling off a little, but still bearable for some. As soon as I touched it, I was out, although Antoine and Marshall ended up going out later for about twenty or thirty minutes after a snack. Marie and I pulled out some of the food, amazed at what there was, and laid some of it out to snack on, while we spread out our towels to lie down on. All of us had something, but the guys only grabbed a little before heading into the water. The rest of us ate our lunch.

A light breeze was slightly cool, but was perfect when sitting in the sun, preventing me from getting hot or sweaty, which was perfect because I had no intention of dunking myself in the water. It was still 66F degrees, but it was in the low 70s outside, making it a but too chilly for my taste, especially after experiencing the Hawaiian and Fijian Southern Pacific Ocean temperatures. Marie, Celeste and I cuddled together inside the shade structure after the guys were gone for a few minutes snorkeling. Celeste wanted to suck my cock, while I ate out and played with Marie's sweet pussy, and she did the same for Celeste, the three of us in an erotic triangle on our sides.

That was the view the guys got when they began emerging from their underwater adventures, and they were eager to join us, from the look of their rising cocks. I'm sure anyone else that was near us got a nice view of them, and I think someone recognized Antoine. Oh well, Antoine went to Celeste's ass and Marshall to me, with Marie and Celeste prepping us with tongues and fingers before they got to us under the beach canopy. It was covered with screens on three sides, so the only clear view of us was from the water, unless anyone had excellent eyesight or binoculars out on the boats. Those were a good hundred yards away from us, at least.

Marie's pussy got extra wet when I did the same for her butt, licking and probing it before returning my oral attention to her sweet slit, and Antoine and Marshall began to penetrate Celeste and me. This was the type of beach outing I enjoyed most, with the five of us were going at it, and Celeste was grinding her juicy cunt into Marie's face while Antoine fucked her ass deep and hard. Marshall was doing the same to me, while Celeste stared at Marshall's cock sliding in and out of me so close to her face. I was thrusting two fingers inside Marie's little tushy as I eagerly lapped up all I could from the other side, and she was watching Antoine's massive cock plow into Celeste's derriere right there.

Yeah, this was a great way to spend our last day in France, before leaving on our long way home to Fiji, through a series of four flights to Newfoundland, California, and Hawaii along the way. It was likely that Charles, Louise and Darla might also join us for the last two flights back through Hawaii to Fiji, but that maxed us out at nine passengers, counting Jean-Pierre and Marie, in addition to Bill and Richard. All the flights averaged five hours in duration, by choice, normally trying not to push the G700 even to forty percent of its range unless it was necessary.

Chapter 60 - Arriving in Saint-Tropez | Chapter 62 - On the Way Home via Newfoundland