Memoirs of a Swinger Ep. 33

After the set, Clemens came to our table and introduced himself. He must have known he was auditioning for Julie I guess.

"That was beautiful," Lesley told him.

"It was," Julie agreed. "I think we could work together, if you're interested."

"Sure, I'd like that," said the laid back musician. "Hit me up when you're ready."

The manager of the club came over, sensing a meeting of musical minds and not wanting to miss an opportunity.

"Miss Picardie. I don't suppose we could tempt you onto the stage?"

What I came to know later was that it didn't take much to tempt Julie to perform, she was a natural and she was happy to do it whether you paid her or not.

"I'll only do it if I can use my own pianist," she stipulated. Then she looked at Lesley.

"Oh no. I can't," Lesley replied. I could see she was nervous.

"Sure you can."

Lesley looked at me for help.

"You know you're good enough," I told her. "I think you'll regret it if you don't do this."

Lesley swallowed hard and said, "Ok."

"Clemens do you want to join us?" Julie offered.

"Sure thing."

Julie spoke with the manager in French for a while then the he walked away.

"We're on," said Julie as the manager approached the microphone.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, we have a treat for you this evening. Please welcome to the stage Miss Julie Picardie."

I guess most people had known that Julie and Alain were in the bar and perhaps they were hoping that she'd get up and sing a number or two. There were whoops and hollers as she, Lesley and Clemens walked onto the stage.

Julie spoke briefly to the leader of the house band then to Clemens and finally to Lesley. I could see that Lesley was nervous and my heart went out to her. Then Julie stepped up to the microphone and there were a few more whoops.

"Thank you," she began. "We'd like to do something from Mr. Billy Joel for you this evening. I hope that you like it."

Julie nodded and Lesley began the first few bars of 'She's Always a Woman'. From that point on there was no looking back for Lesley. Her delicate playing style and soft backing vocals accompanied Julie's stunning voice. I looked at Alain and he smiled at me.

At the end of the song there were whoops and hollers again from the audience but this time they were much louder. Julie went over to Lesley and the two girls hugged, had a quick conversation, then Julie spoke with Clemens before returning to the microphone.

"This one's called Piano Man," she said.

There were no nerves now and Lesley launched into the jazz intro with gusto. Rather than the usual harmonica accompaniment Clemens added his saxophone to the mix. When the waltz rhythm began, the base player joined in while the guitarist played almost imperceptibly in the background. Julie began each verse calmly but built up when she sang about the desperation of each of the songs' subjects then her voice fell away again for the next verse.

When it came to Clemens' solo, it was much longer than the Billy Joel's harmonica version and I was amazed how everyone coped with the improvisation. Lesley watched Clemens like a hawk, waiting for the queues and then Julie picked up the song seamlessly when he'd finished.

There were more whoops and hollers and this time, without waiting, they segued into 'Only the Good Die Young'. This was a feel-good song. No sadness, no angst, just fun. Julie belted out the Lyrics while Lesley banged out the tune on the keyboard.

When they'd finished, Julie waited for the applause to subside before speaking.

"Thank you very much. We're going to do one more number, but before we do, I want to express my gratitude to a few people. Firstly, to the house band. You guys are amazing, thank you so much for letting me sing with you. Secondly, to Mr Clemens Grond on Saxophone. I hope that we'll all be hearing a lot more from Clemens in the future."

Julie paused to allow for applause then continued.

"Finally, I want to thank a very special lady," she said looking at Lesley. "Lesley, come up here for a moment."

Lesley got up from the piano and walked up to the front of the stage. She wasn't nervous and I could see that she was entirely 'in the moment'. Julie reached out for her hand and held it.

"Lesley has never played in front of an audience before. She doesn't need to. She has her own life in London with that handsome man over there," Julie said pointing at me. "Now Lesley gave me some advice in the restroom of a restaurant earlier this evening. I'm not going to tell you what it was but it was what I needed to hear."

Julie grabbed Lesley's hand with both of hers and the two girls stood close to each other.

"Lesley, these people need to hear more of your piano playing. But I need you as a friend."

The two girls embraced and I could see that they were talking to each other. Afterwards, Julie announced, "Ladies and Gentlemen, Lesley Carter."

Lesley took a small bow before then returned to the piano. Julie took a couple of deep breaths and prepared herself for the last number, then stopped.

"Oh, by the way," she added, toying with the crowd. "Some of you might have recognised my date for the evening. Please stand up Mr. Besson."

Alain stood up for just a moment and nodded. The crowd clapped and a few of the women whooped.

"I just wanted to advise the ladies in the audience tonight that Mr. Besson is now permanently off the market. I love you Alain."

The crowd cheered and when the applause died away, Julie nodded to Lesley who began to play 'Scenes from an Italian Restaurant'. If you're of a certain age you'll remember it, if not then look it up, it's worth it. Billy Joel's version is about seven minutes long but that evening they must have easily played for nine or ten minutes. Lesley and Clemens improvised between themselves and at one point during Clemens' saxophone solo Julie left the stage, plonked herself in Alain's lap and proceeded to kiss him in front of everyone. It was pure theatre but she was made her point.

The song ended to wild applause. There were cries of 'encore' but Julie knew that it was always best to leave a crowd wanting more. After handshakes with the house band and hugs for Clemens, Lesley and Julie came back to our table. Lesley was buzzing and she threw herself at me.

"You were unbelievable," I told her.

"You were amazing," Julie told Lesley. "To get up and do what you did is something special."

"Thank you," Lesley said, nestling her head against me. "I think I'll remember this evening for the rest of my life."

There had been a few pictures taken during the set and as calm descended on the club again a local reporter, who'd been sent to review Clemens for his paper, approached Julie.

"Miss Picardie, would you have a few minutes for an interview and perhaps a couple of photos?"

Julie agreed and gave the reporter far more than he could have expected, but when it came to the photos she insisted that the four of us and Clemens were in them. With the interview finished, Julie suggested that it was time to leave and leave Clemens to play his second set of the evening. I think Lesley could have stayed all night but Julie explained that everyone would want autographs now. So we quietly slipped away.

"Come back for a nightcap," Julie suggested to Lesley and I. "We can't let the night end so soon."

The taxi took us back to the one of the swanky apartment buildings on the promenade where we'd jogged earlier. Alain and Julie's apartment was tastefully furnished and I'd have guessed this was Alain's doing. Once inside, Julie demanded that Alain open a bottle of champagne and, after he'd poured everyone a glass, she proposed a toast.

"To Lesley," she said. "Honestly, I never thought you were going to be as good as you were."

We all raised our glasses to Lesley who blushed.

"Now I've got another proposal," Julie continued. Addressing Lesley, she held up the champagne bottle and suggested cheekily, "Why don't we take this bottle into the bedroom and let the boys do to us what they did to your friend Carole."

Lesley glanced at me and when she saw no sign of disapproval she agreed.

"Does this mean that I get to fuck a film star?" Lesley asked, teasing Alain.

"Yes, but only a French one," Alain joked.

"You get to do what most of the female population of France dreams about," Julie responded, laughing.

"Well, what are we waiting for then?" Lesley replied.

Lesley was on fire. She virtually pinned Alain to the bed, climbed on top of him and tore his clothes from his body. Compared to Lesley I think I must have appeared very reserved.

"Are you ok with this?" Julie whispered to me, concerned that I might not be.

"I'm sorry," I chuckled. "I've not seen my wife this enthusiastic before."

"It's the high you get after performing that's making her like that. Does it bother you?"

"No."

"Good, because I need satisfying too."

"Then we'd better see to that."

Lesley and Julie really did want to be fucked the same way we'd fucked Carole. Whatever we did to one girl, Alain and I then had to repeat with the other, but that wasn't exactly a hardship. It started off with a 'spit roasting' and Lesley made sure it was her who was done first. She positioned herself on all fours then Alain took her from behind and I fucked her mouth, while Julie lay underneath and mouthing both Lesley's pussy and Alain's cock. When Lesley had orgasmed, Alain and I swapped ends, the two girls swapped places, and we started over again.

"I want both of you in my pussy," Lesley demanded next.

Alain lay back on the bed, Lesley straddled his cock and sank herself down on it then lay on top of him with her bottom angled up.

"I think some lubricant might help," Julie chuckled.

She disappeared into the bathroom, returning with a tube of jelly. Julie massaged some onto my cock then I pushed into Lesley and felt myself slip in alongside Alain's member.

"Now, fuck me hard," came the instruction. So that's what we did, or at least what we tried to do.

Lesley squirmed on both of our cocks as we did our best to establish a rhythm. It was Alain's cock she wanted the most so I tried to hang in there and let him set the pace. It was working until Alain grunted then froze. I could feel his cock twitch against mine as he delivered his load into her.

"I couldn't hold on," he apologised.

Lesley couldn't care less. She pressed her mouth against his and the pair kissed passionately. I pulled out of her and looked at Julie who lay back and opened her legs for me. I climbed on top and sunk myself into her.

Julie wrapped her legs around mine as I began to fuck her. I felt her fingernails dig into my back.

"Cum inside me," she whispered repeatedly.

I desperately wanted to do just that and her encouragement was all I needed to get there. I grunted my way to an orgasm then felt a huge release as I emptied myself into her. Julie sighed in acknowledgement.

"Thank you baby," she said then she lay back and let me kiss her.

We were still kissing when Lesley and Alain started giggling. Lesley had begun to lift herself off Alain but his cum had dribbled out of her and landed on Alain's stomach.

"I'm a very messy girl," Lesley said coyly as she lay down next to him

"I can't really blame you for that," he chuckled, wiping the sticky mess away with a tissue.

I uncoupled myself from Julie who then lay on her side, facing Alain and Lesley. I spooned her from behind and she grabbed my hand placing it on her oozing pussy, so I gently massaged it.

"This evening has been incredible," Lesley said dreamily.

"It has," Julie agreed, turning her head around to kiss me.

"Thank you, both of you," Alain added. "I think we needed that."

"It's safe to say we all enjoyed ourselves," I concurred.

"Would you like to spend the night with my boyfriend?" Julie asked Lesley bluntly.

"Would you mind?" Lesley asked me. I could see she wanted to.

"I'm not getting thrown out am I?" I joked.

"Oh no. I've got plans for you," Julie laughed.

"Then there's no objections here," I told them. "But I should phone the hotel and leave a message for the others."

"The phone's in the lounge," Julie suggested. "Let's leave these two lovebirds to it. We can take the guest room."

After saying our goodnights to Alain and Lesley, I called the hotel and left a message for Daniel and Kate at the front desk, telling them that we'd meet them at the hospital in the morning. Julie went off to freshen up and after I'd done the same we took another glass of champagne to bed with us.

We chatted for a while but it was clear that Julie wanted more sex and so it wasn't long before we were at it again. Julie was the sort of girl who knew what she'd got to offer and knew how to make the most of it. We must have fucked for about twenty minutes. It was real physical sex. When I got closer to finishing, she let me take her standing up, bent over the end of the sleigh style bed. I took a moment to enjoy the view before penetrating her. Her long, slender legs, ending in that perfectly formed ass.

Knowing that I was admiring her, Julie wiggled her bottom for me.

"Do you like what you see?" she asked cheekily.

"You know I do," I told her.

Deciding that I'd waited long enough, I grabbed Julie's hips with both hands then fucked her hard against the end of the wooden bedstead, not stopping until I'd cum.

Afterwards, as we lay on the bed, Julie wanted to be held. We spooned again and I wrapped my arms round her then toyed with her nipples. Lesley enjoyed that and it seemed to work with Julie too. Through the walls of the apartment we could hear Lesley orgasming and the sound of a bed banging against the wall. Then there was silence.

"Alain likes her doesn't he?" she said.

"Does that bother you?" I asked.

"A little," she replied honestly. "It's stupid isn't it, after all the men I've slept with?"

"I think it shows that you care about him."

"Do you ever get jealous?"

"I used to a little. But I got used to the fact that for some inexplicable reason, it's me that Lesley loves."

"You're lucky," she said. "Lesley's the sort of girl you take home to meet your parents. I'm the sort you sleep with then go back to your wife and kids."

I laughed.

"Have you ever met Alain's parents?"

"Oh god no."

"When I first brought Lesley home to meet my mine, my mum thought I must have got her pregnant and my dad said to me 'I can see what you see in her son. But what does she see in you?'"

"Did they accept her?" Julie laughed.

"They didn't have much choice. Two days later we got engaged. But no, they didn't really accept her until I got stabbed."

"Is that where the scar comes from?"

"Yes. It happened not long after we got engaged. In Marseille. I was trying to protect someone in a mugging and I got stabbed in the process. I got hospitalised and it was a few days before I could get back to the UK. But when I did, Lesley made it clear to my parents that I was her man now and her responsibility to look after. My parents respected that, my mum especially. When they saw her carry through on her promise, that was it, she could do no wrong in their eyes."

"Are you suggesting I should arrange for Alain to be injured so that I can nurse him back to health?" Julie joked.

"No," I laughed. "I'm suggesting that most parents just want to know that their son or daughter has found someone who cares for them."

"After what I've done. That's not going to be easy."

Although I was lying behind her and couldn't see her face, I knew that Julie had started to weep.

"It's alright," I said trying to sound reassuring.

"I've no family, Steven. Not a single friend in the world apart from Alain, and look at the way I've treated him."

"Well you've got us now."

Julie turned around so that she was facing me. Her mascara had run and her face looked like a panda's but I tried not to laugh.

"Do you mean that?"

"Of course. If you hadn't noticed, you made my wife one of the happiest people in the world tonight."

"Alain might have played a bit of a part later on," Julie joked, perking up.

"You're probably right," I conceded. "But I think you've got a friend for life now in Lesley."

"And you?"

"What do you mean?"

"Are you my friend too?"

"If you want me to be."

"I do."

"Then I am."

Julie put her arms around me and kissed me passionately.

"Thank you."

It was getting late and with our carnal desires satisfied we began to drift off to sleep. I took my arm from around Julie to give her some space but in her half comatose state she pulled it back over her and pushed herself tightly against me. I gave her a tender squeeze and she mumbled my name and something in French then fell back to sleep...

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"Wake up, we're going to be late," was the first thing I heard on Sunday morning.

It was Lesley and she was standing by the side of the bed in a dressing gown.

"What time is it?" I asked.

"Ten o'clock. I'm sorry Julie," Lesley said apologetically, "but we really should be getting to the hospital."

Julie sat up against the end of the bed, naked and rubbed her eyes. Lesley, realising that she might have been a bit pushy, perched herself on the side of the bed and the two girls embraced.

"I'm sorry," Lesley laughed. "I'm just keen to see Poppy."

"It's ok. We could come with you if you like," Julie offered. "You said Poppy liked my music."

"Poppy would love that. And we would too," Lesley confirmed.

"Then what are we hanging around for. You tell Alain and we'll get a shower."

On the pretext of saving time, Julie and I showered together. I wanted to fuck her again but, just like in the jazz club the previous evening, Julie knew it was good to leave the crowd wanting more. Plus we didn't really have time.

I only had the clothes I'd worn the previous night while Julie searched through a closet brimming with outfits for the right one for her. She decided on a skin tight pair of leather trousers, short leather booties and a 'New Romantic' style frilly shirt.

"How do I look?" she asked giving me a twirl.

"Stunning," I told her.

"It sounds silly but if I wear jeans and a tee shirt Poppy probably wouldn't recognise me."

"Well, in that case on behalf of the male population of Geneva I would like to thank you for making the effort. We appreciate it."

Julie giggled then walked over to me.

"Thank you, and thank you for last night," she said giving me a hug.

"It's me that should be thanking you," I told her.

"You meant what you said about being friends?" she asked awkwardly.

"Of course I did."

Julie gave me a longer hug this time. I put my arms around her and held her tightly...

The taxi took about twenty minutes to get to the hospital on a quiet Sunday morning. Lesley spent the time filling Alain and Julie in on the rest of our gang. You could tell she was excited to be going to see Poppy.

When we got to the hospital we found Daniel, Kate, Uwe and Suzy sitting in a reception areas not far from Poppy's room.

"You absolute bastards," was Kate's greeting.

"Why is everyone out here?" I asked ignoring Kate's comment.

"It's ok," Daniel said reassuringly. "They're just changing Poppy's dressing and the surgeon is checking on progress."

"Ah, I see."

"Everyone," Lesley said by way of introduction, "this is Alain and Julie."

"It's pretty bloody hard not to know who they are, given the fact that the four of you are pasted all over today's paper," Kate said handing Lesley a copy.

At the bottom of the front page was a photograph of Julie, Lesley and Clemens on stage at the club. The photo must have been taken mid-song and all three of them looked like they were having the time of their lives.

"Julie Picardie Takes Geneva by Storm (more on page 3)," Alain said translating headline.