The honeymoon spent in the lush countryside proved to be an idyllic time for the new bride. And since her wedding night was so tender and exquisitely fulfilling, she experienced none of the pouting and fearful attitudes which many virgin brides exhibit in trying to conceal their ignorance of sexual sharing plus their dread of losing themselves-their own egotistic and narcissistic personalities, as it were through the conquest of the male.
Each day, the young lovers wandered through the woods and by the creek, carrying picnic lunches. Jacques would read poetry to his beloved Lisette, and then in a sylvan glade, as naturally as breathing, Lisette would find herself responding to her virile husband. Secluded behind a grassy knoll near a wide oak tree, she would cover her face with her hands to hide her blushes as Jacques expertly and lovingly stripped her and mounted her, kissing and caressing her into the first passive acceptance of his conjugal rights and then, as the fires of passion surged through her healthy, eager young body, she would join him in the culmination of their passion. In the cottony double bed where she had slept as a child, she now welcomed him. And in the darkness, she was even bolder than she had been in the glade by the oak tree. She told herself that she was legally his, that she belonged to him and therefore restraint or prudish blushes were unnecessary. Every day brought a new proof of his devotion, and Lisette's sentimental nature was overwhelmed by his touching kindnesses. Even though she remembered how her four Lesbian tutors warned her of the coarseness and cruelty of men, she found no proof of those twisted tenets in Jacques' behavior.
Thus love expanded and grew more imaginative. By the end of the two-week honeymoon, she actually dared to grasp his penis and to fondle it, staring at it admiringly, wondering by what miracle this object of flesh and cartilage became a tuning fork to the most hidden and passionate of all her girlish longings. Moreover, his tongue and lips enlivened and awakened all the sensitive nooks and crannies of her fair body. Many nights, for example, he lingered over her creamy breasts, gently sucking the nipples, nibbling at them till they grew hard and dark with yearning. His fingers caressed her inner thighs, till she exploded in furious waves of lust. And when he consummated their union, it was never brusquely or selfishly done; a master of love, young Jacques Duverneuil always saw to it that Lisette rose to climax with him.
Thus, in two weeks, the girl once haunted by recollections of Lesbian pleasures discovered a joyous abandon with her adored new husband-the abandon possible between a man and woman when they have nothing to hide from one another and when the body is free from the inhibition of guilt or shame. If she remembered the games she had played with Janine, Suzanne, Madeleine, and Paulette, it was only because Jacques took pleasure in fingering and kissing her sensitive pussy. And since these amorous probings (which she had not at all expected from a man) were, in essence, the staples of Sapphic wooing, Lisette recalled from time to time while in her husband's arms those clandestine hours in the nearby mansion. Steadfastly she banished such spectres from her thoughts and fantasies, and told herself that since Jacques awakened her and claimed her as his wife, he should be the only one to know all her secrets and her ardors. To tell him of her Lesbian friends, though, was unthinkable. Instead, she promised herself to learn all she could of what pleased him and to provide him the greatest of pleasures such as he could derive from an entire harem, thereby endearing herself as a wife and also as a lover.
When the happy couple returned from Normandy, Jacques' father offered them a wedding gift of a lavish two-story house on the Rue de la Priegarde, in a quiet and exclusive neighborhood in southern Paris. There was a garden, and from the attic one could catch a distant view of the Seine, and Lisette's father-in-law slyly intimated when presenting his handsome son with the key at the front door, "There are plenty of rooms for entertaining your guests, my boy, and also rooms for all the grandchildren you are going to give me!" To the delight of Madame Odette Sancercy, Jacques engaged her as housekeeper for the new domicile.
Taking the mature woman aside, the ardent husband explained, "My father has the utmost confidence in you, Madame Sancercy, and I have also. My lovely wife is still very young and likely to make mistakes unless she has around her people of wisdom. When I am in court or travelling to question witnesses for my father's firm, I shall rely implicitly on your acumen to save her from committing follies. I do not mean I am distrustful of her, for she is so good and transparent that I know she would care for no other man. I trust you understand, Madame."
And the housekeeper, secure in her post and handsomely rewarded by Jacques' father as well (for the old attorney slyly urged Madame Sancercy to encourage Lisette to produce a child very quickly), promised to dedicate herself to the harmonious wellbeing of this little household.
In early October the leaves on the trees along the Bois de Boulogne were beginning to turn brown and the weather grew crisp and clear. At this time, Jacques Duverneuil made plans to travel to Bordeaux where he needed to record the testimony of a vintner who was filing a civil suit against a bottling company. He would be gone a week, he told Lisette, as he kissed her tenderly on the forehead and told her to occupy herself in the kitchen learning to prepare some of the dishes he especially liked. Meanwhile, Janine Ericourt kept apprised of the young couple's whereabouts. She engaged a private detective to trace Lisette and Jacques first to Normandy and then to the new abode in Southern Paris. Finally, she had commanded Lucette, who could affect a man's resonant voice, to telephone Jacques' law firm to ascertain the young attorney's schedule. Thus, Lucette learned from the switchboard operator that Monsieur Duverneuil had just departed Paris and would not return for a week.
Once again the svelte brunette called a council of her friends. She then took a vote: Should they descend upon Lisette in force and abduct her back to the infamous basement punishment room where she would be re- indoctrinated to the joys of woman-love? Or should they, by some ruse, lure her to pay them a visit? By a narrow vote of three to two, the conspirators decided on the latter method. And so Lucette donned her chauffeur's uniform that afternoon and drove the limousine to the charming house in southern Paris. She was received at the door by Madame Sancercy and introduced herself as "Lucien," chauffeur for Madame Maurice Ericourt.
Lisette came out of the kitchen into the salon to receive the supposed "Lucien." The eyes of the boyish chauffeur blazed with a sudden avid desire. She was smitten at once by those innocent blue eyes and the tremulous red lips as well as by the ripeness of Lisette's haunches and bosom.
"I apologize for intruding upon you thus, Madame Duverneuil," Lucette suavely began in a husky, masculine voice, "But my employer has sent me to beckon you. She is ill and longs to see you. I come from Madame Maurice Ericourt, whom you knew as Janine back in Normandy." Lisette was both thunderstruck and furiously embarrassed. The housekeeper lingered near the back of the salon, and Lisette was terrified lest she overheard this dialogue. She therefore approached the chauffeur and whispered, "Oh please, say no more! Of course I'll visit Janine! Do you wish me to come with you now?"
Lucette graciously nodded and murmured, "I shall wait for you in the limousine, dear Madame Duverneuil. I assure you she is longing to see you after all this time."
With this, Lucette took her leave. Lisette, before turning back to the housekeeper, tried to compose herself so that the story she was about to concoct would not sound strange or fabricated to the ears of Madame Sancercy.
At last, believing herself to be once again in full composure, she stammered, "Dear Madame Sancercy, I will have to put off my cooking lesson for a little while. You see, that driver is employed by someone whom I knew back in Normandy. She is quite ill and I must go see her."
"Of course you must, my dear child," the housekeeper agreed. "We can always resume our cooking. We've all week to practice, after all, since dear M'sieu Jacques won't be home till Sunday evening. Take all the time you wish. I'll prepare a cold supper for you if you should come home late. It's lovely of you to be so concerned about an old friend, it shows good character!"
These words gave Lisette new courage. She told herself she was not doing anything wrong and certainly not betraying her beloved Jacques. After all, it would only be a formal visit to inquire after the health of Janine. But if she were psychic, she might have envisioned the alluring dishabille in which her four "friends" awaited her. She might have imagined the insidious "recreation chamber" and she would have thought twice before accepting the apparently innocuous invitation to visit. She grabbed her cape, put on her chic blue turban and, after hastily reassuring Madame Sancercy that she would return before suppertime, hurried down the steps to enter the dark limousine waiting at the curb. A moment later, the powerful motor purred and the limousine sped off towards the edge of Paris, carrying the unsuspecting Lisette to her reunion with the four women who had initiated her into the rituals of love and passion. And it would be a warm reunion, indeed!
