Venus Forever: Book 3 of 3

By Madeleine O'Hagan

The 3rd book in a trilogy of novels following the lives of Claire and Madeleine. Romance and comedy continue to follow the girls into new adventures in Spain and ultimately France. Follow their personal, sex filled lives across three countries, interspersed with sadness and grief and their final departure from UK for a new lofe in Southern France.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Madeleine O'Hagan
• Release date: Jul 30, 2019
• ISBN: 9781393268819

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Chapter One

Resumption of Our Holiday

Buenos Tardes Senoritas, welcome back You remember us? asks Claire. Si Senorita, you are off to your villa in Castañetas, you were here just after Christmas. Great memory Senor, and yes we had planned to stay for a couple of weeks but unfortunately a close friend of ours was killed in an accident so we had to return to England. No understand, I have a little English only. Parlez vous Francais? asks Claire Mais oiu Mdame, trez bien. With that they are both jabbering away in French and finally, two passports in hand, Claire turns to me and says. All sorted, let’s go. Once in the car I ask her about her conversation with the Customs guy. Very nice, polite gentleman, and you won’t believe it but most of the conversation was about you. Me? Yes, and apparently when he saw us in December he was really taken with you and was thrilled when we turned up today. So what where you both jabbering about? Well Maddie, he asked me if you were spoken for and when I told him you were he was somewhat disappointed, as he was going to ask you out to dinner. He asked who the lucky guy was and when I told him we were a married couple, all he say was ‘what a waste of two beautiful woman’ and wished us all the very best. How sweet, and had I known I would have told him how flattered I was. Anyway he obviously took it well, so let’s pick up the rental car and get to the Hacienda and start our holiday in earnest. We stop at the shopping centre to grab the essentials, lots of wine, cheese and crackers, some Black Pudding (scarce as hen’s teeth) and of course milk. The drive seems quite quick this time around and before I realise it Claire swings the rental into the driveway and parks in front of the veranda, where Maria is waiting for us with her usual cheerful smile and wave. Hi Maria, how are you? we call out Well, thank you and you two look excited to be here, and how is you Sister and Brother in law to be? she enquires. Doreen has recovered well from her injuries and is now home with Mum, recuperating. Sadly her Fiancée didn’t make it and passed away during emergency surgery. She comes over and gives me a big hug, I’m so sorry Madeleine, but hopefully you can move on, and especially enjoy your holiday. I’ve left the usual bits and pieces in the pantry and fridge, and I’ll see you on Friday for the cleaning. Don’t bother this coming Friday, says Claire We will have only been here for a couple of nights so hardly worth a trip from the village. Thank you both, but if you need anything at all, please call my mobile. We will, I promise, and with that she gets on her bike and heads home.

We put our bags in the bedroom and I was just heading towards the kitchen, to pour us a wine when Claire pulled me towards her and gives me the most wonderful, passionate kiss. I love you, Madeleine O’Hagan and I’m so looking forward to the next three weeks alone with you and if I have any say in proceedings you won’t want to return to England. Well, Claire O’Hagan my thoughts are identical, so slip into more comfortable attire and join me on the patio where I will be waiting with a couple of glasses and a bottle of wine. As I headed down the hall I slipped off my blouse and skirt and tossed them on the sofa and there I was just bra, panties, suspender belt and stockings, sitting back sipping my wine. Wow! You look fabulous Maddie, remarks Claire and I look up to see her in just her panties, her firm breasts glistening in the fading rays of the sun. You too, my darling I reply, come over here and let me nibble on your nipples. Only if you ask me nicely, Madeleine. OK then, so get those gorgeous tits into my hot lips and let the holiday begin. Claire didn’t need telling twice and it wasn’t long before she started uttering sensuous moans as my teeth gently nibble away on her already erect nipples. Things certainly got intense when my fingers slipped inside her panties and started massaging her clit. It was all too much for her, as she gently pulls her nipples away and immediately starts to give me a passionate French kiss, and also gently pushing her fingers into my vagina. Within a few minutes of this intense, passionate attention to each other’s body, we both start moaning louder and louder, culminating in a screaming crescendo at which point we both explode simultaneously. We literally flop back into our chairs, Claire being the first to speak. That was quite something Maddie, and to think that I was expecting a quiet night, a couple of wines with cheese and nibbles, and early to bed, ready for the start of a new day tomorrow. That was what I intended also, you gorgeous woman, but seeing those tits of yours glistening in the sun I was determined they wouldn’t go to waste. So what you’re saying is that whenever I pose in just my panties, I can expect a similar result? I couldn’t help noticing her cheeky grin. Let’s see what happens during the holiday, as I’m hoping that it will not only be sex and sun, Claire What’s wrong with that? she asks. Absolutely nothing at all, but I was hoping to see a bit more of Spain this time, especially as we have 3 full weeks. However, there is no way I will turn down any of your lustful advances, unless of course it is in a public place. We laugh out loud. Fat chance of that happening publically. Maddie, I intend to have you all to myself. I’ll drink to that. We spend another hour or so discussing our plans, but it started getting cooler so we went inside. The best we could come up with for the next few days, is relaxing around the pool, pure unadulterated sex and dining out a couple of times. We finally crawl into bed around 9.30 and quickly fall asleep.

Thursday morning is a beautiful, warm, sunny day and after breakfast we both head to the pool with a book, sun tan oil and a bottle of water each. True to our plans of the previous evening, this is the way we spend Friday and Saturday, and dining out Thursday and Friday evenings. Sun bathing and eating is interspersed with giving each other sensuous massages, usually followed by superb sex, so it is no wonder that we are sleeping so well, probably the best sleeps I’ve had for quite a while. For a change we decide to have Pizza at home on Saturday night and over the meal and a few wines I bring up the topic of plans for the next few days. Have you ever been to Madrid, or the Costa Del Sol, Claire? To be honest honey, Castañetas and Malaga are all I’ve seen. Why do you ask? I was thinking that I’d certainly like to see Madrid, but it’s a 5 hour drive from here, so we couldn’t do it as a day trip. Alternatively we could drive to the coast and spend a day in Marbella or Fuengirola. Or we could do both Maddie. There is nothing to stop us driving to Madrid, spending a couple of days there, come back here for a few nights and then later in the week we could explore the East Coast tourist spots. Would you really be happy doing that, Claire? I’m sure your intentions for this holiday were to relax and enjoy each other’s company, complete R & R. Maddie my love, I think it’s a great idea to see a bit more of Spain. Maybe, just maybe, we might find a bit of paradise and buy our own Spanish villa. Holy shit! I exclaim. Where did that fascinating thought come from? Don’t get me wrong, I absolutely adore Castañetas, but if we have our own villa somewhere, we could pop over any week to enjoy sun and solitude, especially as we are working weekends only. Wow, I’m really excited about the prospect it’s a fantastic idea, Claire so let me throw you a curved ball, and suggest Southern France as an alternative location, not necessarily the Mediterranean Coast. You speak fluent French, which immediately removes the language barrier, and I could improve my French by going to night school. Well it’s my turn to be surprised Maddie, and to be brutally frank with you the thought of a country house close to the French Riviera is actually more appealing than here in Spain." We are like a couple of excited schoolgirls and spend a few hours and a few more wines exploring our possibilities. Around 11.20 our plan is basically formulated so we head off to bed and in the morning we will explore the internet for possible locations and houses.

Immediately after breakfast we are both on our lap tops and just before I start exploring Claire taps me on my shoulder. Maddie, I have a confession to make and please don’t be cross with me. If at all possible I would like us to concentrate on a region around Nice. I spent several holidays at a place called Chateauneuf or something like that, with my step father during my mid-teens and I thought it was paradise. It’s very peaceful countryside away from the hustle and bustle, and tourist spots, but only about a 20 minute drive from Nice. How do you spell it, it sounds a bit like Castañetas, and well worth a look. With that we spend over two hours exploring the region and writing down properties that we may want to explore further. Fancy a coffee, Claire? My head’s spinning with possibilities, AND excitement and I need a break. Yes please Maddie, and my brain’s also in ‘information overload’. As we sit back to enjoy our coffee and some local cheeses Claire asks. How do you feel about the area, Maddie? I could definitely get to like the place, but my only reservation is how to get there. Is there an airport there? Nice airport is about a 20 minute drive away and the flight from Heathrow is just over 2 hours. No difference, really, than flying to Malaga. It’s sounding better by the minute and I’ve picked out a property in Chateauneuf-Villevieille that has it all, peace, seclusion and a swimming pool, a bit pricey though. Here have a look. Claire leans over and has a look at the property. Oh my God! she exclaims On my last holiday in the South of France we rented the property two doors down from this one and me and Dad were shown through it by the owners when it was about 4 months off completion. I was totally taken by the house even thinking at the time that I’d like to own the place. I want, I want it Claire says excitedly. Sorry to bring you down to earth Claire but can we afford it? The asking price is in the high €700,000’s. I was think about costs last night and this seems a good time as any to raise the matter, so Maddie how would you feel if we sold the Brighton Apartment, it will probably fetch over £600,000 which almost covers the cost of the villa.  Claire the apartment is yours so if that’s what you want to do then it’s fine with me. Madeleine O’Hagan, let me remind you that you have a half share in all our possessions and any decisions about selling any of them is a joint decision. So once again, how do you feel if we sold the Brighton Apartment? I think for a moment, many fond memories flashing through my mind. Claire my darling, I have cherished memories of the apartment, it was where I, sorry, we, started out on our adventure that has taken us to where we are today. Having said that, we seem to be using it less and less, so if you are happy to sell it then so am I. Not that I ever need reminding, but that is one of the many reasons I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you. Thank you. She leans over and gives me a hug and a kiss. Now for another important decision, which we can discuss over lunch in the village. As I see it we can continue with our holiday here, then follow up when we are back home, or we can contact the agent immediately and arrange an appointment to view on Thursday, look at a few other houses also, and if we decide on a property then we will make a cash offer subject to advice from our lawyer, and a check of the local council records. We could fly to Nice, stay there a couple of nights and pick up a rental car and drive out to the village, and of course let Maria know we will be away for a few days. Obviously if we take the second option then Madrid will have to go on hold until a later in holiday. So think about that, and feel free to suggest other alternatives, but right now let’s slip into some street clothes and head off to lunch."

10 minutes later we are on the road to the village. You’re very quiet Maddie, are you having second thoughts? asks Claire. On the contrary Honey, my head is still spinning, not about what we are contemplating, but at the sheer speed of the decision making process. Part of me says ‘fantastic’ let’s do it right away’, but my practical side is saying ‘are we acting in haste and be repenting at leisure in Southern France. So which side is winning the battle my love? Claire asks. I hesitate for about 20 or 30 seconds and then just come out with it. Fuck the practical side, let’s do it! We haven’t made any mistakes with the decisions we have made in the past, so there is no reason to suggest that we are making a wrong one now. Claire just lets out a scream of sheer delight, it was loud enough for a passer-by to turn her head and look at us. We just burst into laughter, with Claire putting in a loud scream or two, ’Vive le France, et Nice, nous viola’ So what did you just shout out? I ask Literal translation is ‘long live France, and Nice here we come. I agree but right now I’m ready for food. Well we’ve arrived and believe it or not your favourite café is open. Our sole conversation over lunch is all about the house in France and how we approach it with frequent interruptions about how delicious lunch is, and finally we come up with a plan. We decide to move on the property now and as soon as business is open in UK Claire will be phoning our Lawyer, Tony, for advice on what to do next. Once we have his input we will book flights to Nice and meet up with the Sales Agent to arrange a viewing, and then take it from there. Well Maddie, that about sums everything up so there’s nothing further we can do until I speak with Tony tomorrow, I’ll call him around 9.30am our time as he’s usually in the office by then. I guess we can head back to the villa for sun bathing, a dip in the pool and then I will ravish your body. Laughingly I say, So why are we still sitting here, let’s get going, my body is yearning to be ravished. Claire immediately heads to the counter and settles the bill and we hold hands and head to the car, for the short drive back to the villa.

True to her word Claire gives my body a thorough work over, we decided to skip the sun tan and swim. Claire’s deft fingers soon had my clothes off and in a heap on the grass and then she sets to work on my vagina, with her lips sucking and squeezing my nipples. It wasn’t long before I orgasmed and then without time for a rest I turned my attention to Claire’s body, but this time it was my lips and tongue that did the talking, so to speak. Passionate kisses to her lips, then her pulsing breasts and slowly I kissed my way down to the top of Claire’s thighs. My tongue is flicking in and out of her Vagina while one hand is gently squeezing her right nipple, the more sensitive one. As Claire’s ecstatic moans grow louder my tongue rhythm becomes faster and the nipple squeezing firmer, and with one almighty scream Claire has a fantastic orgasm, her love juices flowing freely. I lapped up every last drop and my moist lips met hers in one final passionate kiss. As we lay there, savouring the moment Claire says, You’ve never given me Cunnilingus before Maddie, what made you do it this time? I just decided on the spur of the moment and I’m glad I did. Your loves juices were so sweet and all in all I hope you enjoyed the experience as much as I did. Probably better my dear, that orgasm was intense and probably the best I’ve ever experienced, and has certainly got me looking forward to the next time. Oh sorry, Honey, but that was a one off, just to see what it was like. I reply. Claire sits bolt upright. You’re kidding aren’t you? Please, please, tell me you’re teasing me. I sit up look her in the eye, and say, with a dead pan face, I’m teasing you Claire, and now that I know how sweet you taste, my fingers may never enter your fanny again, and my tongue will take over. Thank god for that, I want to experience that feeling again, and I also enjoyed the taste of my juices, that last kiss was a lovely touch.  We lay there, soaking up the afternoon sun for a little while, with a small interruption while I went and got a couple of glasses of wine, and we started to jot down the things we had to do, once Tony gets back to us. I am amazed at the size of the list, book flights, hotel, and rental car, notify Maria, and contact the Estate Agent.  We even jot down the need to arrange for a local Lawyer to handle all the legal side, should we proceed with the purchase. Just looking at this list, Claire, tomorrow is going to disappear before our eyes. I was thinking the exact same thing Maddie, but I’m hopeful that Tony will have some contacts in France, he certainly knew a few people 10 or 12 years ago, but, from memory they were in Paris. Anyway we’ll wait and see, fingers crossed.  Excuse the pun, Claire, but the rest of today is probably going to be an anti-climax. Ha, ha, very good Maddie, and talking of climaxes we could always head off to bed early. You’ve a one track mind, Claire O’Hagan. It’s all you fault, or should I say you tongues fault, I’m still salivating over the experience, Madeleine. Let’s get tomorrow over and done with Claire, and once everything on the list is ticked off then maybe, just maybe, I could consider ticking a few things off that body of yours. I’ll hold you to that you sexy thing.

We spend the evening checking over our ‘to do’ list, over a glass of wine or two, and its Pizza for dinner again. We have a nice early night, in bed by 10.30 and awake on Monday morning around 7.40, the sun streaming through the blinds. Another beautiful day in paradise, Maddie, so let’s shower and get dressed, have some breakfast and then I’ll  phone Tony, and we can take it from there. Sounds like a plan Honey, so while you are having your shower I will cook us breakfast and I’ll have my shower while you are talking to Tony, as I have a feeling it won’t be a short conversation. Sounds good Maddie, see you in about 20 minutes. I slipped on a wrap, headed to the kitchen and started cooking bacon, eggs, hash browns and some local mushrooms. Mmmmm, brekky smells good. Is it 20 minutes already, Claire?  Sure is Maddie and I am starving. I thought you might be Claire so there’s extra bacon and hash browns, so let’s eat. After breakfast we had a relaxing coffee and then Claire looks at her watch. 8.50, and I’m certain Tony will be at work, so I’ll clear away the breakfast things and call him, so off into the shower and I’ll see you around 9.15 when I should be off the phone. I stand up, kiss her cheek, Good luck, Claire, see you later, and I head for the bathroom. When I return to the lounge Claire is sitting on the sofa looking like the cat who got the cream. You look very pleased and contented Claire, I’m guessing that your chat with Tony was very productive. Better than I thought, Maddie. After explaining what we were thinking of doing he tells me that he can assist in many ways, firstly a big client of his in London owns one of the top 4 Estate Agencies in UK and they have a strong commercial partnership with a similar sized agency in France, with a branch in Nice. The really amazing thing is that one of Tony’s original Partners left his firm just over 6 years ago and has established a very successful law practice in Nice. He has agreed to give them a call and will ask them to phone me later this morning, and he also pointed out that his legal friend, Alec McDonald, can also help us set up a bank account, if we want one, as it can be a bit tricky in France if you are not familiar with the process.. That’s really great news Claire so I guess its coffee time and sit around waiting for the phone to ring so I’ll put the kettle in".

I am just returning with the coffees and Claire’s phone rings. Hello, Claire O’Hagan speaking, mais oui and off she goes chatting away in French. When she puts the phone down she takes a sip of coffee. That was a nice gentleman called Jacques Brousselot, an Estate Agent in Nice, and apparently the property we are keen on is listed with a colleague of his, so no problems viewing it. Not only did he mention that the owners are really keen to sell but he will meet us at the Airport and be our personal Chauffeur for the time we are in Nice. He will also pick out 2 or 3 other comparable properties in and around the area so that we can make an informed decision.