Chapter 9

I don’t mind telling you I was glad to be home from Argentina. Agnes was thrilled to know that we had met Eva Parone before she became rich and famous. While I was a partner to some outstanding sex, my part was that of ‘supporting staff.’ Those two women went after each other like tigers. Admittedly, I don’t mind being a voyeur. Watching two beautiful women filled with lust is anything but boring.

We had been home for about two weeks when Agnes came in my study to inquire about what I had been reading for such a long time.

“I’ve been reading European history,” I told her. “Our trips to Europe to meet two beautiful queens has stirred my interest in the continent.”

“You mean, you’re looking for another queen to take to bed,” Agnes said.

“Not really,” I told her, putting down my book. “I was honestly reading European history. I was intrigued by all of the daughters that were married off to royals in different countries in an attempt to form some kind of alliance that would keep everyone safe and free of wars. But it seems that more often than not, the brides hated the grooms. Then there were the brides that were too young to give her husband satisfying sex, and the husband became a rounder. It reminded me of the old saying about doing the same thing over and over again while expecting different results.”

“So you’re telling me that you didn’t find some woman in history that you want to bed?”

Grinning, I answered her, “It wasn’t my primary objective, but I do believe I’ve found someone that might be interesting to visit.”

Nodding her head as if she’d figured out my game, Agnes asked, “And who have you found that needs your attention?”

“Napoleon Bonaparte’s youngest sister.”

“Napoleon’s sister?” Agnes asked in surprise. “When was that? The early 1800’s?”

“Paulina Bonaparte was born in Corsica in 1780,” I answered as I reopened my book. “Her father was the Corsican representative to the court of Louie XVI. It appears the father was instrumental in getting Napoleon into the French Army. But by the time that Paulina came of age, the family had come onto hard times. She had no formal education but knew that she liked the lifestyle of the rich and famous.”

“When would you want to meet her?”

“I think we’d want to be there around 1802. Paulina’s first husband died toward the end of his tour at Saint Dominque. He had been a general in the French Army and was sent to be governor of a French holding in the West Indies. He died from some kind of fever and his wife returned home with their son.”

Agnes sat on my lap and began unbuttoning my shirt. “And I suppose you want to get to her before she remarries. How old was she in 1802?”

As I moved my hand up the inside of Agnes’ thigh, I told her, “Paulina would have been twenty-two. What made her interesting was that her brother wanted her to keep the appropriate time of mourning for her husband and then be married off to someone of his choosing. Once she was home, Paulina said ‘screw you’ to her older brother and bought a hotel with her dead husband’s money.”

“You’d have to be pretty brave to tell Napoleon to go pound sand,” Agnes laughed.

“That’s what got me interested in her,” I told Agnes just as I found she wasn’t wearing panties. Her legs magically opened and one of my fingers found its way to a warm, wet surrounding.

Agnes tipped her head back and softly groaned as my digit pushed in deeply. “So now you want to go fuck someone with spunk?”

“You have plenty of spunk, my love,” I whispered as my finger began to move. “I think I’ll wind you up before we make any plans for a trip.”

“I was hoping you would,” she moaned.

Standing up, I held out my hand. “Come along. Let’s get in bed.”

“Couldn’t you just take me right here?”

“I could,” I told her, “But I want to see you riding me, and the light in the bedroom gives me the best view of your wonderful body.”

“I love it when you talk dirty,” Agnes told me as she pulled me toward the door.

The next morning I was back at my desk studying all I could find about Paulina Bonaparte and Paris in the early 1800’s. Agnes came into the room with a fresh cup of coffee for me. She kneeled beside my chair and run her hand up my thigh.

“You were amazingly good last night,” she said with a sweet smile. “I must have had forty orgasms.”

“You are prone to exaggeration,” I laughed. “It appears that the more we practice, the more multi-orgasmic you become. And to be honest, it does boost my ego to have you gasping for breath while I’m pounding into you.”

“The more you pound me, the more I want,” she whispered as her hand rubbed across the front of my trousers. “And I’ll be honest too. I get extremely excited watching you have sex with another woman. That’s why I’m always so eager to take these little trips.”

By this time, Agnes had worked my pants down and was stroking my stiff cock. She ran her tongue around the tip and smiled up at me. “You are going to let me watch you fuck Napoleon’s sister aren’t you?”

“Are you going to prepare our time period clothes?” I asked.

“Don’t I always?” Agnes replied as she took half of my cock into her mouth.

I put my head on the back of my chair and closed my eyes. Agnes was the best at oral sex that I had ever found, and our trips had given me plenty to compare. “You love sucking cock, don’t you, baby?”

“I love sucking your cock,” she smiled and stroked my stiffness. “I love the way you taste and the way you seem to explode in my mouth.”

“You are a sexy woman, Agnes. Every man should be blessed to have a witch like you.” I said as I stroked her hair. “Once you’ve satisfied yourself with that toy in your hand, I want you to gather up some toys we can take on this next trip.”

Still smiling and stroking my cock, she asked, “You mean like my vibrators?”

“No,” I answered as I pushed my member back in her mouth, “If we took something that operated on batteries we’d be hung as heretics. I’d like to take a couple of butt plugs and dildos. Maybe one made of glass and shaped like a cock. Plastic hadn’t been invented in 1802, so you’ll have to be careful what you choose.”

Looking up at me with a grin, Agnes said, “As soon as you cum for me I’ll get started with your project.” She swallowed half of my cock again and began massaging my testicles. The woman knows exactly how to get me off.

Late the next afternoon I reviewed the things that Agnes had gathered for our trip. The clothes she had laid out would make us appear to be wealthy and obviously not Parisians. The toys she had selected were ideal. Agnes had found a perfectly formed glass penis and insisted on showing me how it worked. Her demonstration delayed out departure by several hours.

Once we had arrived in the city of Paris in 1802, Agnes hired a carriage to take us to the Hotel de Charost on the outskirts of town. We enjoyed the ride and found the sites interesting as compared to the Paris we had seen just a few months ago when we were there to meet Josephine Baker in 1925.

“It’s hard to believe our last trip here was over one hundred years in the future,” I told Agnes as the horses trotted along.

“What makes you think Paulina will want to meet us?” Agnes asked. “On other trips, we’ve had a cover story to interest our targets into meeting us.”

“I’m betting that she’ll see us and be inquisitive,” I answered. “Paulina has an affection for wealth. Her family spent a lot of time in the King’s court before they were forced out of Corsica. They spent some time being poor and doing commoners work. After that she married an Army General named Leclerc who was made the governor of an island in the West Indies. She wasn’t wealthy there, but she was the governor’s wife and shared his power. I’m betting that her desire for wealth will make her want to meet us.”

“And what makes you think you can bed her?”

“I’ve studied her life in history,” I told Agnes. “She was prone toward promiscuity. Paulina would get there without us, but we’ll usher her into a new world of sexual joy.”

Putting her hand on the inside of my thigh, Agnes gave me an evil grin. “And who better to teach a woman the joy of sexual congress than the rich visitor for England, Sir John Wilson?”

“And his secretary and sexual partner, Agnes,” I added.

I could see the hotel coming into view. “I doubt that Paulina would speak English, so I’ll want you to translate. I will act as though I don’t speak a word of French.”

“Got it,” Agnes grinned as our carriage pulled up to the main door of the hotel.

It was almost an hour before we were settled in our suite. I felt confident that the delay was due to the management of the hotel being impressed with the cash we displayed and our almost royal bearing. I guessed that the hotel management quickly changed the rooms we had reserved for something more fitting.

Agnes and I spent another hour going over our plan while we enjoyed an elegant bottle of wine sent up by the manager as a welcoming gift. I told Agnes that our arrival had made the right impression as I was sure that the people running the hotel would make Paulina aware that special guests had arrived.

We changed out of our traveling clothes and into something more appropriate for the lounge in the early evening. Of course, there was a short delay because Agnes insisted on getting naked before she dressed. Any time that woman becomes naked my little head takes over my ability to think. Agnes was quickly bent over the bed and introduced to my seemingly constant need for her charms.

We eventually made it to the hotel dining room. The room wasn’t overly large, but very lovely and spread out enough to allow people to hold conversations without being overheard. The wine I ordered had just arrived when a beautiful woman stopped at our table. Noticing her stop, I quickly stood and introduced myself. “Madam, I am Sir John Wilson from England.” Then pointing to Agnes, I said, “And this is my secretary, Agnes Manchester.”

The woman was relatively short, standing no more than five feet, two inches. Her hair was light brown and in a bun, which was the fashion at the time. Her dress exposed an ample bosom but hid the remainder of her shape. “Sir John,” the woman said in clear English. “The staff told me of your arrival, and I wanted to meet you as soon as possible. I am the hotel owner, Paulina Bonaparte Leclerc. Have you found your room satisfactory?”

“The suite is lovely,” I said pulling out a chair for her to sit. “Won’t you have a glass of wine with us?”

She surprised me again by accepting my offer and taking a seat. As I finished pouring wine for us and adding a glass for Paulina, I had a chance to study this young woman. While she was short like her older brother, she did not inherit his looks. The woman was nothing short of eye candy. I could only imagine what she would look like in a bikini on a California beach.

“Where did you learn to speak English so well?” I asked.

“My late husband was Governor of Saint Dominque for several years. I learned from the English traders who came to the capital city regularly. Also, I had a handmaiden who spoke English. I preferred to speak her language so that no one understood what we were saying.”

“Yes indeed,” I thought to myself, “This woman has a lot of spunk.”

“We don’t get many English guests,” she said to me, seeming to ignore Agnes. “We are a bit far out of Paris to get much attention.”

“Your hotel came highly recommended,” Agnes offered. I could see that Paulina’s ignoring her had ruffled Agnes’ feathers.

Turning to Agnes as if she had just realized my witch was sitting there, Paulina nodded. “This is always gratifying to hear.” Then turning back to me, her twinkling blue eyes looked into mine. “And what brings you here, Sir John?”

“To tell the truth, I would simply say curiosity,” I told her. “I’ve never been to Paris. In fact, I’ve only been to France twice before and then only on very short trips for my government.”

“So then, you work for the English King?” she asked.

“Not at the moment,” I said with a smile. “Right now Agnes and I are enjoying the sights and sounds of another country.”

“Agnes is not your wife?”

“No, Madam Leclerc. Agnes is my secretary, and we always travel together. There is no Lady Wilson.”

“How can I believe that?” Paulina said with a mischievous look on her face. “A man so handsome has no wife? Perhaps you prefer the company of boys?”

“No madam,” I answered with a bow. “I am all man and prefer to spend my intimate time with a lady.”

Agnes leaned forward. “I assure you, Madam Leclerc. Sir John is indeed all man.” She winked at Paulina as she sat back.

“Are you suggesting that you’ve had carnal knowledge of your secretary?” Paulina asked me in a hushed voice.

“Oh, we would both freely admit it,” I responded with a smile. “We live in a small community near Exeter, England. Our town has guidelines for living that are not widely accepted. We do not believe in marriage. Rather we consider all men and women as equals and free to select the person or persons to be their companions. Agnes is my secretary. She has also been my lover for many years.”

Then turning to Agnes, I asked, “How many other lovers do you have, dear?”

Agnes looked up as if thinking, then smiling at me she answered, “Five.”

“C’est Magnifique!” Paulina said loudly as she slipped by into French. “You say openly that you have five lovers?”

“Why yes, Madam Leclerc. In our community, we are quite open about it. We practice sex openly and lovingly. We have no rules or restrictions. We believe in loving everyone.”

The hotel owner sat quite still with her eyes wide as she considered what we had said. Then leaning forward she spoke to Agnes, “You must call me Paulina.” Then whispering she asked, “Do you also have intimacies with other women?”

“Oh yes,” Agnes reported with a bright smile. “We love all men and women. In our little town, there is no shame of same-sex relations.”

Then turning to me she asked, “And you, Sir John. You have relations with men and boys?”

“I do not,” I answered quickly. “I much prefer the softness of a woman’s body. I love the sounds they make and the beauty of their curves.”

“And how many lovers do you have?”

“Far too many to count,” I admitted.

As her hand flew to her mouth, Paulina gasped, “Oh la vache!”

“But I spend most of my time with Agnes,” I assure the woman. “Sexual relations are a regular part of our daily routine.”

“This is true?” the hotel owner asked Agnes.

“Oh yes,” Agnes replied totally straight-faced. “In fact, we enjoyed ourselves just before coming down here this evening. I think that was the second time today.” Then looking at me, Agnes squinted her eyes and asked, “Or was it three?”

“It was just twice,” I said with a laugh. “But the night is young.”

Seeing that Paulina was a bit shocked I offered, “Why don’t you join us for dinner. Then you can ask all of the questions you want, and afterward, we’ll go back to our suite and give you a demonstration.”

Now Paulina was shocked. “Mon Dieu!”

“As you wish,” I told her acting as though we didn’t care if she joined us. “Should you change your mind you know where to find us.”

Paulina rose and spoke softly. “I hope you’ll enjoy yourselves while you are here. We are very pleased to have you as guests. I hope you’ll call on me if you need anything.” She nodded her head, turned, and walked away.

“That didn’t go too well,” Agnes whispered after Paulina was out of sight.

“I think it went exceptionally well,” I replied. “I’ve been studying Paulina Bonaparte Leclerc Borghese for some time now, and I know the path of her future. She very much wants to be an open spirit, and she’ll be unable to refuse our offer. It might not be tonight, but she’ll join us. Of that, I am certain.”

On our second evening at the Hotel de Charost, we again went into the dining room to order a bottle of wine. Halfway through our first glass, I spied Paulina walking through the doorway making a straight line for us. On her arrival, she smiled brightly and asked, “May I join you?”

“Of course, Paulina,” I said as I stood to hold her chair. “We are delighted to see you again. Will you join us in a glass of wine?”

“Thank you,” she said without looking into my eyes. Accepting the glass, she held it out for a toast. “To new friends,” she said as we touched glasses. After taking a sip from her glass, Paulina glanced around the room before whispering to me, “I’ve been unable to think of anything other than what you told me last night about your community. This afternoon I walked past your room and heard sounds coming from your Agnes that made me break out in a sweat of passion. May we discuss the matter a little more?”

I looked at Agnes who gave me a knowing nod. During the afternoon I had begun to open the door to our suite when I saw Paulina coming in our direction. I had quietly closed the door and pushed my hand under Agnes’ dress. I instructed Agnes to make the noises of hot sex and whispered that Paulina was coming down the hallway.