Saddled 1
It all started with a chance meeting. One of those times where your life can continue to the good or bad. If you had asked me before that meeting I would have surely answered that it would all be bad; but, as I stand here today, I suppose that I could consider that it went well.
At the time of the meeting I was with a few mates in Paris, to see the last day of the Tour de France. We had cycled over from England with our backpacks on and, in my case, a full pair of leather pannier bags. I had made these, along with the rack support, in High School as part of my final years in the craft classes and I was quite proud of them. I had finished school now, my ‘A’ levels behind me. I had done well enough to be happy but not well enough to enter university so was now having a couple of months off to find my place in the world. I had saved up quite a bit of money by having worked summer jobs for some years and being very frugal with my pocket money so I had a little leeway, as long as I did not go silly.
We were camped in one of the small camping areas that spring up around Paris on those few crazy days at the end of the Tour. Our food was all cheap street food from various vendors and our drink was tap water in bottles that we had brought with us. Now, I have to say I was not a fan of road racing but it was a desire to be part of the excitement that took me there. My own bike was a fat-tyre mountain bike with lots of gears that I had found in an op-shop and had to repair. As I said, I used my limited skills to add a frame for the pannier bags and that had enhanced my load carrying ability by over a hundred percent. I had already done a couple of camping trips on it and was now sure that a couple of weeks touring France after my mates had left would not be a problem.
After the race had finished and the drinking began, I left my mates to imbibe and wandered slowly back to the campsite where our bikes were chained to a tree. As I approached I saw a blonde girl standing next to mine and looking intently at it. Suspecting that she was about to steal it I stood beside her and said, in my school-boy French, “See something you like?” She turned to me and said “Oui, un bon maroquinerie”. This stumped me as I had not heard maroquinerie, the French word for leatherworker before and she laughed and said “How you English say, worker of cowhide?” I told her that it was my work on my bike and we continued the conversation in a mixture of Franglish and charades.
I will not say we hit it off instantly but I found that she was easy to talk with, much easier than the girls I had gone out with from school, and I didn’t mind looking like an idiot trying to get my meaning across. She told me that her father had been a leatherworker but she thought my work was as good as his. I told her that I was thinking of spending a couple of weeks just cycling in France and she told me that she was going to be cycling home herself, to a small village just outside the city of Tours. When I looked on the map it would be perfect if I could go with her as I could then loop back through Le Mans to Le Havre to get a ferry or even carry on north to Calais.
The chance of riding along with a pretty girl was a wish that came true when she said that I would be welcome to ride with her and that she would come here in the morning at six, so we could get out of the city early and get some breakfast on the southern outskirts at a little café she knew. When she walked away I realised that we had not even exchanged names so I called to her. “Pardon” I called “J’appele Anthony.” She looked back and smiled, saying “J’appele Louisa.”
I wrote a note for my family to say that I would be in touch but was going south down to the Loire Valley and, when my mates staggered back to the camp site, asked one to give it to my parents when he got home. I set an alarm for the very early hours and next morning excitedly packed away my small tent and my, now deflated, air bed. I tried to make myself presentable and was ready when she cycled up on a road bike. My mates were still snoring when we set off and I was finding it hard to believe that I was cycling into rural France with a pretty girl by my side.
We made our way out of the city and stopped at a little bakery which you could smell as we approached. When we chained our bikes to a lamp-post and went inside, the lady behind the counter called out “Louisa, so lovely to see you. Do you have a boyfriend now?” Louisa laughed and told her that we were just cycling in the same general direction and the lady looked at me and winked. We sat at a table and Louisa explained that the lady was an aunt and that there was another three aunts, all who were brilliant bakers. “Just like my sister Giselle, there must be a gene that runs in the family.”
I said that my three sisters were all gifted cooks and that two of them were brilliant mothers, alas though, living without the fathers of their babies. She asked me if I had held the babies and I told her that I had been pulled into baby-sitting when my sisters wanted to go out so I was quite well versed in looking after little ones. As we went to leave, her aunt brought out a couple of bags of goodies for us to help us get through the day. I put them into one of my pannier bags and she remarked that they were very well made and Louisa told her that they were my own work. “Better and better” the aunt said as she winked at me again.
Once out of the city the pace was gentler and we had time to chat. We were avoiding the
major highway and riding along country roads a little to the west of it. I asked her about her father and she said that he had been killed when his little Citroen van came off second best in an argument with a large truck between Tours and Orleans. She said that he had been a very good leatherworker and there was a workshop at home where he used to turn out items for the tourists and that it had not been touched since that day. When I asked where these items were sold she told me that there was an historic church and connected castle at Saint Aignan and that there was a gift shop where her mother, Odette, still worked.
We rode slowly but steadily, stopping at the villages we went through to stretch our legs. At Limours she took my hand while we strolled and at Malassis we kissed for the first time. By the time we reached Bonelles, a little over forty miles from Paris, I felt that I had known her all my life. At Bonelles we found a little camping spot away from the road and I set about getting my tent up. When it was ready I turned to see her sitting on her towel with a smile on her face. She then admitted that she and her friends had taken the TGV from Tours to Paris and were only using the cycles to get around the city. Her friends had gone back on the TGV and would be sitting down to their dinner by now.
This meant that she did not have a tent and that we would have to be very friendly to share mine. When I made that observation she said that she was willing to try being that friendly and my heart almost stopped. I helped her up and we kissed, holding each other closely. This became more and more passionate and we helped each other undress. Naked we crawled into my tent and onto my, now inflated, airbed. I kissed her lips, eyes, neck and then worked down to her magnificent breasts.
She put a hand under my chin and made me look straight into her eyes, saying “Anthony, What we do tonight will be the thing that keeps us together for life. If you trust me, would you do some things I ask?” I whispered that I would do anything she wanted and her first request was that I use my tongue on her for as long as she wanted. This was easy; however she did need to guide me in my endeavours as it was a first for me. I did catch on and she orgasmed with a huge shudder and wrapped her legs around my head. I drank her sweet nectar and held my breath until she let me go. We then kissed and cuddled and she rolled me on my back and straddled me with her head touching the tent roof. She rubbed her breasts on my chest and kissed me as she impaled herself on my member.
She did not bounce on me as I expected but squeezed me with her muscles until I could stand it no more and came harder and longer than any time I could remember. After that we lay kissing until she told me she wanted my tongue again. Once there I realised that I was licking some of my own cum but followed through with the request until she had a series of rolling orgasms that nearly pushed me out of the tent. I looked at her from my lower vantage point and she told me that she wanted me in her again but to do it the missionary way. I was well aroused again by this time but it was nearly ten minutes of plunging into her before we both came again, in unison.
Marianne G 2021
Saddled 2
It was a good thing that it was not a cold night because we slept where we lay, cuddled on a single airbed. Around two in the morning I woke needing to pee and I worked my way out of the tent and went over to a bush to relieve myself. As I was finishing she came out of the tent and stood beside me and kissed me before squatting and relieving herself, with me holding her steady.
It was such a sexy sight I immediately got hard and, when she finished her pee she just went down on all fours and told me to take her again. This I did doggy-fashion with great gusto and we both came again in unison. She then just took my hand and pulled me back into the tent where we both went off to sleep again. At six we repeated the performance; however, by this time I was finding it hard to perform to her standard. As the sun rose it did so on a day where my virginity had been well and truly taken from me.
We got some water from a nearby stream and gave each other a flannel wash and dried each other before getting dressed. I packed up the campsite and stowed everything in its proper place and we rode into the village for breakfast. Then we rode south again, through Dourdan and Toury, where we stopped for lunch. After that we rode to Orleans, just forty miles or so south of Bonelles but a whole lifetime away from where I had been before. There we booked into a little hotel and only came out of our room to eat in the next thirty-six hours. The waitress in the dining room gave us a knowing wink as we ate the breakfast on the second day. When we checked out they gave us a pink rattle, something that they said they gave to all newly-weds.
Louisa seemed in a hurry this morning as we headed south again. At least she stopped at intersections to allow me to catch up, the mountain bike being no match for her road bike. At one time I was riding down a long straight to where she was waiting and I could see that she was on her phone. She had finished her call before I got there and she said “Maman is expecting us for dinner.” This last leg was about fifty or sixty miles and we eventually crossed the River Cher to enter Saint Aignan, immediately going right and finally entering Rue de Four A Chaux. It made me smile as I really could not see anyone living in ‘Oven Street in Lime’ in the UK and then realised that there are Lime Kiln Lanes all over the place.
You could not fault the area, though. It was a mixture of open fields and small-holdings and quaint cottages. She rode through a gate and I followed her into what used to be a farm house complex, by the look of it. There was the main house with smoke coming out of the chimney; an obvious workshop with a large door, an open fronted shed with four vehicles parked in it, and a building that must have been a barn which looked a lot like those ‘holiday lets’ that you see on TV programs. We pulled up outside one and she opened the door for us. Inside there was a good sized lounge, a kitchen/diner, a laundry / utility room and downstairs bathroom. We then we went upstairs to a huge bedroom with an enormous bed and a door to the walk-in robe and bathroom. She told me to put my back-pack on the floor as we needed to go to the main house to let Maman know we were here.
When we went outside she pointed out that her sister Claudette lived in the other half of the barn and that Maman and Giselle shared the main house. I was a bit worried that I would be grilled as soon as I entered, having been carnally ravishing one of the daughters for the last three days. I needn’t have worried as we were greeted with hugs and kisses all round when we went in. I met Giselle, the older sister and the baker of the house. She was just as beautiful and blonde as Louisa and she gave me a passionate kiss on the lips as she hugged me, something I did not expect.
Next was Claudette, the oldest sister and, by the look of her clothing, a doctor or something. She was also a blonde but wore her hair short, as befitting her white smock and black pants. She worked, I was told, in a local pharmacie and, in true tomboy fashion, just gave me a small hug. Maman told me to call her Odette and was in her forties but still a beautiful and lively looking woman. She also surprised me by giving me a hug and a kiss.
We had a simple meal and the discussion was centred on the weekend in Paris with just a mention of where we stopped on the way home. Orleans was described as a day seeing the sights and I did not contradict that. I was finding that my French was getting more fluent as we spoke and I could hold my own in the conversation. After the meal we all helped in tidying up and then Odette told me that she was going to open up her husbands’ workshop for me to see. She took a big key from a hook and we went outside. She first wanted to see my panniers and she said “I can see what Louisa meant, Antoine, you do good work. It is time to open up the workshop as I think you will be good for us. I have not been in there since the day my poor Henri died but you being here is giving me the strength.”
She unlocked the big door and I swung it open with a little difficulty. Inside was very gloomy until I put on the lights and a wondrous sight was in front of me. Everything was covered in dust and cobwebs but I saw the big layout table and a good sized work-bench with a vice. There was a rack with all the tools and hammers one would need and even a small powered guillotine which could be used for cutting leather or sheet metal in dead straight lines. The wonder of wonders, though, was the hides that were hanging along the back wall. There was a very dark one which she told me was Camargue, a lighter one which I found out was Charolais; and then there was an absolutely wonderful pied red which she told me came from a dairy cow called the Pie Rouge des Plaines. There were at least two or three of each hide as well as a number of small hides which I took to be from goats.
On one side of the workshop was a rack for finished product and I saw belts, key tags, pouches, pencil bags, handbags and even a few jackets. Odette said that Henri had stocked up the gift shop and was going to Orleans with some samples to expand his sales before he died. She pointed at a couple of plastic garbage bags in the corner that contained the contents of his van that the police had delivered back to her. I could see that she was getting upset so I got her back outside, turned the lights off and closed the door. I then had to hold her as she cried on my shoulder for a while. She finally got over it and then asked me if I would stay a while and do some of my own work there as the workshop seemed to cry out for an artisan to be there again. When I said I would love it she gave me a big kiss and thanked me.
It was now Thursday evening and I now had a lover and somewhere to work, along with a family of blonde women to cater for my every need. I was in heaven. Louisa and I went off to bed early; to knowing looks from the other three and we put our stuff away before we made passionate love. I was really tired and we both slept like logs until the early hours when we both needed to pee. Before we went back to sleep she wanted me to use my tongue on her again and I did so, bringing her to a rolling orgasm. We then slept until breakfast time.
When we went to the main house I could smell the wonderful aroma of good baking. I was told that Giselle started at just after four in the morning and baked for a couple of local cafes. The product was picked up about half past six and then she went back to bed for an hour or so. There were a few samples of the morning output on the table and I was told to try one. It melted in my mouth and was delicious. Giselle came down while we were there and I asked her about the ingredients she used in the fruit slices and I had to admit that having three sisters of my own, I had been brought up being taught to bake. She smiled and told me that I must help her out the next morning as Saturday was her biggest bake. Louisa told me that I should help and that she would put an alarm clock next to my side of the bed.
I spent the day in the workshop, just cleaning it up and oiling up the tools. I emptied one of the garbage bags onto the layout table and used it to collect all of the dust and dead spiders. By the time I finished it looked workable again and I was ready for dinner when Louisa came in and pulled me out of there. I closed the door and she pulled me into the house where Odette had cooked up another wonderful meal. Claudette was running late tonight as the pharmacie stayed open later.
Louisa took me back to bed a little earlier than usual as she told me I would need my strength for my hard work in the morning. The alarm went off before the birds were awake and I slipped out of bed and had a shower before dressing in track pants and a tee shirt. In the big house the kitchen light was on and Giselle was preparing to start baking. The first thing I saw was that she was stark naked under an apron and she saw my shocked look. “It is so it is easier to wash myself every day and not have to wash lots of clothes” she explained, “take off those clothes and put this apron on”. I was embarrassed but saw the logic so did what she said and, together, we produced a huge amount of cakes, slices and pastries. When we finished she took my hand and led me upstairs where she pulled me into the shower with her and we washed each other. We then made love standing under the running water and she was totally unabashed, her arms around my neck and her legs wrapped around my waist as we rutted.
When we dried and came out of the bathroom we found Louisa sitting on the bed, filing her nails. She said “I told you he was good, didn’t I?”
Marianne G 2021
Saddled 3
She handed me my pants and tee and said that I should get dressed as we would be going into Tours today as she needed to check in with her work before she started back on Monday. Giselle just started getting things out her drawers and dressing as if it was just a normal day.
Louisa took me back to the barn where I was directed to put on something suitable for the city. I did not have a big choice as I still had just the things I could fit into the panniers but managed to find something she deemed suitable. She said that we could shop for some more things today. We then went down for breakfast. Claudette said that I was looking a little peaky and that she had some pills that would help me regain my energy. She went out and brought back an unmarked bottle of pills and told me to take one, three times a day, starting now.
Louisa drove us into Tours in her little Renault and we parked in the business quarter. We went into an office building where they welcomed her by name and she introduced me as “Antoine, who is taking on the workshop my father left behind.” “Yes”, I thought “As well as taking on the daughters he left behind as well.”
She sat with one of the other girls and apparently was brought up to speed before getting up and taking my hand to walk outside again. We left the car where it was and walked into the shops where I bought some new tops and a pair of nice jeans that she picked out for me. They were all a bit more colourful than I would normally get but I thought that as Antoine with a small harem I should fit the mould. We had a light lunch in Tours and walked around with her pointing out the sights. Nothing was said about this morning.
When we went back to Saint Aignan we went into the village and parked outside the church. We said hello to Odette and I was shown the church and the castle before coming back to the gift shop. There were a few bits of leather products left on the racks and I promised I would sort some out to bring in the next week. Back at the house I opened up and started getting stock ready to take, now having seen where it fitted. The leather jackets I kept back for the winter period and made a list of things I needed buy to make the line look better. Henri had just left the key tags with a leather loop and I thought they would be better if I put metal rings on them.
After dinner I was told that there was no baking on Sunday morning so I could sleep in. We would all be going to church, though. Claudette made sure I was taking the tablets and I said that they were starting to help. Louisa said that it was a good thing as she had planned something special for me tonight. We went up to the bedroom and kissed and cuddled for a while and then she said she wanted my tongue. She had me on my back and she straddled my chest with her legs holding my arms down. She then lowered herself on my face and I began to work on her sex.
I could tell when she was getting ready to blow and then felt the bed shift as if someone else had got on it. Louisa was moaning loudly as I felt another woman lower herself onto my rigid member. I could not move, weighed down by two women with my tongue in one and the other impaled on me. I kept up with bringing Louisa to her orgasm while the other bounced on me. I was drinking in one lot of sweet nectar as I shot my load into the other orifice. After a few minutes Louisa lifted her body off me and Odette lifted hers off my member and took her place at my head. I was still hard and felt wonderful; those pills must be really working.
I proceeded to bring Odette to her second orgasm by using my tongue and drinking quite a bit of my own sperm with her juices. Louisa sat herself on my member and started to rock up and down. They kept up their working on me until I came again, even bigger than before and Odette was now in her third orgasm. After they had taken themselves off of me they lay down, one each side and proceeded to kiss and caress me until I went off to sleep. When I woke again it was after dawn and I felt fantastic. Odette kissed me deeply and said that she would go and start breakfast. Louisa told me that I should have a quick shower and put on her towelling robe as Giselle will surely be waiting.
She was right! Giselle was sitting up in bed with a very sexy nighty on when I knocked on her door. She told me to lose the robe and get into bed with her. The pills may have lost a bit of their energy as it took me a good twenty minutes of intercourse before we came. I collapsed beside her and she kissed me and told me I was a wonderful lover and that she was already looking forward to Monday after we had finished baking. “Perhaps you can put a bun in my oven” she whispered.
When I could lift my body off the bed I put the towelling robe on again and went back to Louisa, who was asleep and snuffling prettily. I had a shower and made sure that every bit of me was clean. I washed my hair and conditioned it as I had been ordered to. Louisa had thrown out my usual products and I had to use hers. It was sure making a difference to my hair, which had got softer and shinier. I was just coming out of the bathroom as she was coming in and we kissed in the doorway.
Today I wore my new jeans and one of the tops. I waited until Louisa was dressed in a bright summer dress and we went over to the main house for breakfast. At Claudettes’ insistence I took my morning pill and she gave me another bottle, telling me that I should only take one a day, after dinner. After we had tidied up, we got into Odettes’ car, the biggest one here, and went to the church. I felt on top of the world, being here with my own special family. I met a lot of the locals and they all knew that I would be carrying on the good work that Henri had left behind. Little did they know that I was now also carrying on with his wife and daughters.
Sunday afternoon was a rest time and I took the opportunity to ring my parents. I told them I was perfectly all right and staying with a lovely family near Tours. My mother said “If you have a girl there, put her on!” I told Louisa that my mother wanted to talk to her but it all fell apart when Louisa would only speak French and my mother didn’t speak a word of it. They gave up quickly and the phone was passed back to me. My mother asked me what she was like and I said “Blonde, beautiful and very good to me” while three women smiled at me and blew kisses in my direction. I told my mother that I was taking up a leather business which had been allowed to go dormant and that I may be here for quite a while.
After dinner I was told to take my two pills and we watched TV for a while. Then Odette said “If you don’t mind, girls, I think I would like to find out how good those pills are” and pulled me out of my chair and upstairs to her bedroom. I can tell you that whatever they had in them it certainly worked well. She wanted my tongue first to bring her to her first orgasm and then it was purely missionary sex with me coming three times and her at least six before I was too tired to carry on. When she allowed me to get out of bed I was putting my pants back on and looking at the photos on her dresser. There was a nice family one with Odette and Henri with smiles on their faces and three children in front of them. What caught my eye was that there were two girls and a larger boy. She saw me looking and said “You are not seeing things. That is Claude when he was young and not Claudette then.”
The following week and the next followed a familiar pattern. I baked in the morning and looked after Giselle afterwards, then had breakfast and worked in the workshop while Louisa, Odette and Claudette were at work. Some days Giselle would bring me out a sandwich and others she would call me into the house. Either way we ended up making love. After dinner it would be either Louisa or Odette taking me to bed and sometimes it was both. Very occasionally it was all three but that was usually left for Saturday night when we didn’t have to get up early to bake.
Then there was a couple of weeks when Louisa did not participate, saying that she was having ‘womens problems’. The next Saturday night we were four in Odettes’ bed when Louisa said “I missed my period. It felt like it was happening but nothing did. I think I must be pregnant.” I was stunned but the others both squealed and hugged her and them kissed me and told me that I was magnificent before we fell into a session of unbridled lust.
On that Monday I sat in the workshop and contemplated my situation. Here I was, a visitor in their house, and I had put the youngest sister up the duff. What would happen now? I was afraid that I would be charged with some law I must have broken and end up in a French prison. It worried me until I thought that all the girls were so happy about it. Even Claudette was getting more at ease with me now she knew that I wasn’t here to rape her. I had guessed that, having started out as a boy, she may still be more into girls.
Two weeks later I had filled the racks at the gift shop with saleable items, made a jig for holding the pannier bag frame while I soldered it, made templates for the bags themselves, ordered the steel tubing and some lengths of flat bar to make the holding brackets and bought a small brazing set with a gas bottle. Odette and Giselle both announced that they had missed their period so we had a small party and then a lot of sex.
Marianne G 2021
Saddled 4
I was now getting out and about a lot more. The locals had all taken to me as the saviour of the legend of Henri and word started to get about that I was some kind of magic stud, being able to get Odette pregnant in her mid-forties. I just smiled and tried to look enigmatic.
A local bike shop was now showing an example of my rack and pannier bags and I was slowly getting more orders in, some with custom treatment. One day I got a message from a chap who ran horse trekking holidays along the Loire Valley and he wanted me to make some custom saddle bags for him. When I met him and drew up the design, he said he would pay whatever it took to make the first but would then order twenty at a discount if it worked well. He did like the first and the order gave me some steady work into the autumn and winter when the gift shop business slowed down.
I had helped Odette in the gift shop at times, especially when she had word of a bus tour stopping. I was especially good with the Brits and, on more than one occasion, had to tell someone that they didn’t have to shout at me or talk like a baby because I did actually understand them. We did start getting a few more Brit Busses visiting and I was given a crash course in showing the visitors around the castle. I had done languages at High School and was even able to get by in simple German or Italian as well.
As winter closed in I had a call from the local dress shop to see if I had any of the old leather coats on the racks and if I could make some more. I explained that I had no knowledge about putting the linings in and was told that Henri didn’t do that bit either. This allowed me to make up the outer portion of the coat and deliver them to a dressmaker who finished them off.
Louisa was getting upset that I was waking her up every morning for the baking and she suggested that I move into a spare room that Claudette had. When the barn was converted, one side had the huge bedroom and the other had two smaller ones with a connected ensuite. So we made up the double bed and I moved my, now larger, wardrobe across and I found myself sleeping alone again. With the cooler mornings it was not so good baking naked and the girls all chipped in to get me outfits that they called jumpsuits, in cotton. These were warmer in the open air and were easily rinsed out when covered in flour, drying quickly on a line in the kitchen. My only concern was that they were pink, lime green and a powder blue.
Just before Christmas the horse guy asked if I had made saddles and I told him that if he could lend me one I would see if it was within my scope. He wanted me to fit a special pocket so that he could put a GPS unit on every saddle to track where his customers were going.
As my ‘wives’ got into the second trimester they lowered their demands for my services, something I was secretly happy with. I did need to make sure I had all my energy for the leather working. Claudette decided that I didn’t need the energy pills so much and took away the one at night, replacing it with one morning and night to keep me calm. I could still perform as required but it was more tongue work these days. At Christmas I was able to buy all of the girls a present and even sent my family a parcel of leather items from my stock. The business was now making serious money and this would be very helpful as the girls gave birth towards the start of next summer. I was given a set of driving lessons and passed my test with the local inspector and we got another van so I could do deliveries. All in all my life was very pleasant.
In the first part of the year I spent a lot of time in the workshop building stock levels for the gift shop and making a number of standard pannier bags. I was taking my new pills religiously and finding that I had become less stressed but more emotional, sometimes joining in with the girls shedding tears at the end of a sad movie. Claudette was the first to call me Marie after we had all had a cry. I asked her why and she said that I was more Antoinette than Antoine these days and Marie was just a natural progression. Before long they were all calling me Marie at home.
By this time, however, I was not able to raise an erection very often and did not really worry too much about it. It wasn’t called on lately and I thought that it would come back when required. Claudette was helping me with this and had suggested that I needed to shave my entire body as the extra sensitivity may help me react correctly. She helped me do this, something I found a beautiful sacrifice on her part, considering she was not interested in boys. Actually, after she had rubbed a soothing cream on me she kissed me for the first time and I then tasted her own juices for the first time. At this point she started me on a whole new regime of pills that she told me would give me the strength to face my future life as a carer for my three babies.
Spring was a beautiful season in the Loire and Cher Valleys. We had not had a particularly cold winter but it had been very wet and everywhere you looked there was new growth. In our little enclave it was very noticeable, with three very pregnant women getting close to the birth days. . One very funny thing about this period was that we were attending a birthing group and all three of them had written that there was no husband but that I was the father of the child. As such, my ‘stud’ reputation took wings and flew; many girls in the village inviting me to dinner and fluttering their eyes at me. Needless to say I refused all offers.
I was happy that I had made lots of stock in the workshop as I was now doing all of the baking. The village has a small, local, festival to welcome spring, with a small parade and stalls in the town square on the Sunday morning. The family decided that we would have a stall selling baked goods and they said that it should be called ‘Baked Marie’ as it was now all my work. In order to look the part they dressed me up in one of Odettes’ old dresses and did some work on my hair and face so I was Marie all day, chatting with my customers. When we had cleared our shelves we walked about and Claudette took my hand in hers as we strolled. Back at the house Odette said I should keep the dress as I looked so good in it and Claudette gave me some nighties to wear as she said she would never sleep with someone wearing pyjamas. When I looked quizzical, she said, “Put one of these on tonight and then you can come and cuddle me.” I was starting to feel a bit lonely and it was only a walk through the bathroom so I did as requested and we had a lovely night cuddling and I brought her to an orgasm more than once.
It was Louisa that took maternity leave first and came home one night with a big bunch of flowers, a signed card and a few small gifts for the babies. Oh, yes, I did say babies. We had found that she was having twins and they were both girls. Odette did a deal with a baby goods supplier for a bulk order and one day a truck delivering four cots and all of the other paraphernalia that babies need arrived. It was all stored in the workshop for the moment. Everything was pink as all of the mothers-to-be were expecting girls. When Louisa started getting the spasms I took her to the local hospital and sat with her while she delivered two beautiful daughters. She had called me just after I had stacked my baking for pick-up and the fact that I was wearing a pink jumpsuit did not bother anyone. One of the nurses did say that I was a wonderful sister to be so caring.
A week later she brought them home and we set up her bedroom with cots and a changing table. We were also making room in the lounge for a very large playpen that I had constructed out of three standard ones. A few days after that Odette called me, again as I was stacking the baked goods, and I took her into the hospital. The nurse commented that I had impeccable taste in jumpsuits (today being the powder blue); and that I was also a dutiful daughter. Again I sat with Odette as she produced her new daughter, no doubt the last she would have. Claudette and Louisa moved Odettes’ bedroom around to fit her cot and changing table and then did Giselles’. It was not before time as Giselle gave birth a few days later. The nurse commented that I should be given my own parking space at the hospital if this was to keep happening.
As summer came around it was a wonderful time for us. All four little girls were very good and it was strange sitting in the lounge in the evening watching TV with three women having babies attached to a teat, Louisa having one on each. What was more mazing was that I had developed small buds on my own chest and asked Claudette what was wrong when one of them started leaking a milky substance.
Marianne G 2021
Saddled 5
I can hear you all now, “Is the lad stupid that he didn’t know what was happening to him?” I agree that it may be somewhat obvious that I had been changed by whatever chemicals that Claudette was giving me. They must have had some other ingredients as I really didn’t mind. By the time I realised that I was no longer the Anthony I used to be it was way too late.
The other factor that played into things was that I was a respected artisan and member of the community; a successful businessperson as well as a proficient baker. Adding both husband, father and sometime mother was all icing on the cake. I felt fulfilled in so many ways it was almost euphoric. The fact that I was up in the early hours and working much of the day was not a problem. Even less of a problem was that I was now doing it all wearing dresses and trying to take care of my nails. One evening when I was given a baby to nurse and she latched on to my own breast was such a beautiful time I just sat there crying.
One of the by-products of this time was that there was so much milk being produced by three mothers with breast pumps. We had a bulk supply of storage bottles and bought a small bar fridge to keep it in. Mindful of hygiene we kept stickers on the bottle with the date they were expressed. Anything more than three days old was added to the normal milk that I made custard with for the custard tarts. I baked a custard filled tube with it that I called ‘Mothers’ Kisses’ and they became a best seller.
I received a phone call from my mother that summer, to tell me that my parents had booked a bus tour of France and that they would be visiting the church and castle at Saint Aignan and wondered if I could meet them there. I made arrangements with Odette to be in the gift shop with her when they came through and that I may bring them to the house for a meal. Giselle was now at home during the day and back to helping with the baking so she could look after the little ones while I was out.
That day I dressed in my nicest blouse and skirt, now having quite a range to choose from, and drove Odettes’ car to the church. She had taken my van earlier. When the tour bus arrived, they all went up to the castle and I guided the tour. My parents were there but did not recognise me. At the end of the tour we were all back in the gift shop when my mother asked me if I knew Anthony as he was supposed to be there to see them and I said “You just don’t recognise me now, do you Mum? I have changed a bit.”
They both had to sit down to get their senses back and I took the time to find out where the tour was going. I was told that it would be heading for Tours next for an overnight stop. I found out the name of the hotel and said that I would be taking my mother and father home with me and would take them to the hotel tonight. The tour guide expressed amazement that such a typical English couple had a pretty French girl as a daughter.
When the group left I introduced them to Odette, the owner of the house I was living in and mother of the other girls that lived there. I then took them out to the car and drove them home. On the way my mother commented on the fact that I would not now produce any grandchildren for her and that she would have to be content with the four that my sisters had produced. I told her to wait until we got to the house before she took it to heart.
At the house they were amazed at the size of the property. I first took them into the workshop and showed them where the products in the gift shop came from and pointed out the bigger items I made. Then, on the way to the main house, I pointed out the two halves of the barn. I said that Louisa lived in one half and I shared the other half with Claudette. In the main house they were greeted by Giselle and the four girls in their playpen, all having a sleep on blankets. My mother was enchanted and asked what their names were.
Giselle pointed to one and said “That one is Nicolette and is mine.” My mother asked about the father and Giselle pointed to me. Again my mother had to sit down to take it in. “So you did give me another grand-daughter before you changed.” Giselle then pointed out the twins and said that they were Louisas’ twins, Antoinette and Bernadette; Antoinette named in honour of her father. This caused my mother to hyperventilate for a while. Giselle then pointed out little Henrietta, named in honour of Odettes’ long dead husband and the reason that I was considered a miracle maker among the more superstitious folk of the village, seeing that her mother was well over the normal child-bearing age.
My mother stood up and enveloped me in a hug, saying that she was very happy that I was happy here and that having her tally of grand-children doubled in one hit was a shock, but a lovely one. My father shook my hand first and then hugged me and told me that he now had a good tale to tell down the pub. He said that my still-single mates would never believe that I was living with four women and had put three of them in the family way; a mother and two of her daughters, no less. He then asked why not the fourth and I told him it was because she could not have children or else there may have been another baby here today.
A couple of the babies had woken up by this time and Giselle and I made lunch while my mother and father cradled one each. After we had eaten it was time for another feed and they gave two of them bottles while Giselle and I breast fed the other two, to looks of total amazement. I think my father was actually checking out Giselles’ ample bosom.
In the afternoon I took them on a guided tour of the area, going to places the tourist busses don’t visit. My father was a bit of a history buff and was very happy to see the little historic cottages. We went back to the church and I took charge of the gift shop while Odette showed them all the places we kept shut while the tourists were about. When they came back she was arm in arm with my mother and they both smiled as they saw me. I then took them to one of the bakeries we supplied and they greeted me as Marie and my mother thought that my baking had vastly improved since my earlier days. She said that it was far better now than any of my sisters.
When we got back to the house Odette had got home and was starting to prepare dinner. My folks played with the babies and I introduced Louisa and Claudette when they got home. My father looked at the bevy of blonde beauties and gave me another hug, whispering “You are a total legend, now.” After dinner we had a photo session and there was one taken of me standing with my folks, with the three mothers sitting in front and the four babies on the ground in front of them. This is one that I had framed and sits on my dresser.
I then drove them into Tours and dropped them at the hotel. I had a couple of protracted hugs and a kiss on the cheek from my mother, who whispered “I am so proud of you, my daughter Marie. We will be back to see you again.” My father also held me close and just whispered "Bloody Legend!” On the drive home I had to smile and sang to the world as I went along. It had been a happy day and one that turned out so much better than I had expected.
That night, in bed with Claudette, she told me she loved me and had done since Louisa had brought me home. I asked if that was why she had given me all of the pills and she nodded while a tear formed. I was sure she expected me to storm out of the room and out of her life but I just said “Thank you, my darling” and kissed her. I had realised, during the drive home, that I was happy to now be Marie. It wasn’t something that I would have planned, or even thought about; but it was something that turned out to be fulfilling and magical. I was now well used to all of the maintenance needed to keep this womans body in good shape and appearance and the range of clothes I could wear was wonderful. All that was needed now was to get proper documentation and a proper body and Claudette, who else, had all the contacts from when she made her own transition.
In the autumn my two unmarried sisters brought their four children to France on a road trip. Odette arrange for them to stay in a local hotel and they were enchanted with the family and accepted me as their sister, telling me that I was even more girly than our other sister. When Odette remarked that my two sisters were not very choosy about their life I had to agree. But it was a lovely visit and helped me firm up my intention to become totally Marie. Back into the off-season I spent a lot of time in the workshop and stocked up on the gift shop lines again, as well as building my stock of pannier and saddle bags. I also designed baby seats that could go onto cycles and we took Giselles old bike and my mountain bike to a local shop, coming out with two ladies bikes that were sturdy enough to take a rack front and rear. I made up the racks and fitted the baby seats so that, with the coming summer, Giselle and I could take the babies out on the bikes.
And so we moved towards another Christmas, this one totally different as we had a tree, decorations and four children to buy for. I think we all got a little carried away and I got passionate kisses from all of the others when I gave them my presents. I returned the kisses when I got mine and we all felt that we had got through a very interesting and different year. Then the four of us had to sit down and feed the babies. It was certainly a different Christmas to any I had experienced before.
Marianne G 2021
Saddled 6
As the babies were all now six months old we needed to get them baptised and it was arranged for the last Sunday in January. The church was quite full of friends and family as all four of the aunts had come along. The one that I had met on the first day with Louisa gave me a hug and a kiss on the cheek, saying “I knew you would be a keeper.”
The first up was Odette and her married surname was Bardot. So it was Henrietta Bardot as the first to be christened and I stood beside Odette as the ceremony happened. I then stayed in place when Nicolette Bardot was brought forward by Giselle to be named and there was a bit of a rustle from the parishioners as I stayed in place as Louisa came forward with Antoinette and Bernadette. I held one while the other was baptised. When they were named the priest turned to me and asked “Have you been baptised in your new name, Marie?” and when I said no, he smiled and said “I can do you now, if you like.” I nodded my head and so Marie Bardot came into existence on the parish records.
A couple of weeks later we had the van sign-written with ‘Patisserie Bardot’ and got another magnetic sign to go over it each side with ‘Marie Bardot Produits en Cuir’ for when I was on leatherwork business. Winter finally became spring again and it was time for the local festival. This time we had a stall with a proper banner over the top and we had baked about twice as much as we had the previous year. We still managed to sell the lot by mid-afternoon. Louisa met a chap she worked with and they spent some time together with her wheeling the twins in a double baby carriage. Giselle and I had the other two with us at the stall all day and then strolled around with our two in their prams. Odette was busy in the gift shop and Claudette was manning a stall for the Pharmacie, mainly selling perfumes and cosmetics.
Three weeks later Louisa went to work on the Friday with a small bag and we didn’t see her again until Monday evening. When stared at that night by four pairs of eyes she admitted that she had spent the weekend with Phillipe, the guy she had met at the festival. She told us that they liked each other and that he was unable to father children so an unmarried mother with two of her own already was not a problem. As we moved towards summer she was away a lot more and it was no surprise when she brought him home to meet her family. We were introduced as the Bardot family and named as her mother and sisters.
It was a summer wedding at the church and my whole family came over to see it. Louisa had insisted that she wanted me to be her Maid of Honour and she asked my father to walk her down the aisle. My other sister arrived a week early, on the back of a motorcycle. The rider was her same-sex husband, Bill, formally Willamina. Bill was a bit unsure of us but brightened considerably when she realised that I used to be Anthony and Claudette let on that she used to be Claude. My sister Janine fitted right in and it was a far better visit than my other two sisters. They both loved the babies and I could see Janine getting a little clucky.
The church was packed for the wedding and it all went well, the happy couple heading off in his car for a couple of weeks in Spain, leaving the twins with us. My mother spent a lot of time with me and the babies as I was sure that she considered them to be her true grand-children, rather than the poor sods my sisters had been given. My father said that the picture of us taken at the last visit was pinned to the notice board in the pub and that all of my mates had said that I was a lucky guy, until I was no longer a guy.
When the happy couple came back we took the twins and all of Louisas’ belongings around to her new house in Tours. Claudette and I moved into the big bedroom which left the side with two bedrooms free for us to do holiday lets or bed and breakfast if we wanted to. The two babies were in the big house and we had a discussion one evening about it. Claudette surprised me by saying that she would give up her job and run the let. She had figured out that we could get almost as much in fees as she earned in the year and it would allow her to stay at home and help with the other parts of our business. I had to admit that, if it wasn’t that I worked through winter to stock up; the leather side would be full time in summer. Both Giselle and I thought that our output now was at its maximum and we would need to either invest in a new kitchen or else find a dedicated bakery to buy.
Oddly enough, the chap that picked up our product in the mornings came by a couple of weeks later and told us that our biggest customer was thinking of closing down due to old age. Giselle and I went to see them and we talked about buying them out. The shop was a good size, with eat-in possibilities but the back was something else again. They had stopped baking their own some years previously and the ovens were old but useful. There was a big storeroom as well. We looked at it and thought that if we made the storeroom smaller we could put in new ovens and we could, in our conservative estimate, double our output as well as selling a good proportion of it directly to the customer, thus increasing our margin.
We did the numbers and spoke to the bank and ‘Patisserie Bardot’ became an actual place. With the wall changed and our new ovens we were off and running. We hired a couple of local girls to serve at the counter and installed a coffee machine and some tables and chairs. By the end of our first month it had become a very popular place for the locals and visitors alike and Giselle could handle the day business in the off-season to allow me time to produce the leather stocks. I made our own place mats out of leather with the name branded on them and these were so accepted I had to make some we could sell, along with branded keyrings and pencil bags.
We worked it so Nicolette was looked after by Odette until I got home after the baking, so allowing her to go to the gift shop while I looked after the two babies. Claudette had spoken to the tourist agents in the village and they assured us that we would get the business. We cleaned the place thoroughly and had our first customers before the end of summer as well as advance bookings for next spring. Claudette would stop her full-time job in spring and her boss had asked if she could be on-call for the times things got too busy. We let my family know that we had two double bedrooms available over the winter months if they wanted to visit.
And so we had a future now mapped out. Giselle and I had a Patisserie to run that was also a base to bake the stock we still supplied to our other customers. This left the house kitchen free to cook meals for tourists if they wanted to pay extra. I still supplied the gift shop with product but would only accept custom orders for the saddle bags which dropped my time in the workshop. Claudette had also spoken to her other contacts and we made an appointment for my surgery at the beginning of winter.
There I was, then, stretched out in a hospital bed waiting to be prepped and Odette was sitting beside me with the two babies in a double stroller. She held my hand and softly said “I sat here some years ago, when Claude wanted to become Claudette. I was afraid that he had taken the wrong path and worried that, as a she, he would find that things were not as he thought they would be. Henri was not happy about it and I am sure that it contributed to his inattention the day he was killed.”
“I am now sitting here with you, a person who my daughter brought home as a stud for her desire to be a mother, something both she and Giselle were fixated on but too lazy to do the hard work finding the right man. As Anthony you would have been a wonderful son-in-law for me but then you were such good fun and so virile we all became intoxicated with the sex. I have no worries about your future as you are more Marie than Claude was Claudette. She is, I am sure you have noticed, becoming far more feminine and I am certain that it is loving the very girly you that lets her explore the true side of her.”
“By you being part of our family you have changed it completely. We now run three businesses; you have taken my husbands’ craft passion to new heights; I have three beautiful grand-daughters and a new daughter of my own who I love completely. As a family we have a future and you have a future as part of our family. I know that you had no idea that we would be here, waiting for you to be made Marie, yet here we are. I sit beside the father of my new baby, yet see the girl who makes my Claudette happy. I sit beside the man who managed to knock us all up and now realise that you didn’t do any of it maliciously. I know what Claudette was giving you and, in my stupidity, condoned it. Yet, all in all, it has worked out very well for all of us and I will greet you as my new daughter when you wake up.”
I pulled her hand to my mouth and kissed it, then replied “Thank you, Maman. When I met Louisa I fell totally in love and would have done anything she asked. In fact, I did do everything she asked. I did make lust at first but it became true love for all of you. I would have happily become your second husband in any other circumstance, just as I would have married all three of your daughters if I could. The one thing that I never saw coming, other than the opportunity to be in love with four different women; was the sheer joy that I now get from my babies. I will be their mother, father, aunt or whatever but I will be there for them as they grow into fine young ladies, just like their grand-mother.”
Just then the nurse came by with the needle poised and Odette bent and kissed me on the lips and said, as she stood, “That is from all eight of us.”
The next Christmas was, once again, very different from all the ones that went before. This time I was Marie in both mind and body. They may have brought Anthony home as some kind of stallion but I am now a mare and they were saddled with me now.
Marianne G 2021