Rochelle's Page.

My Letters Story.

A true story by Rochelle.

Hi, Rochelle here.

           Recently (Oct 2016) we moved from France to New Zealand as my husband is taking a job at a winery here. We will be living here on Anne’s farm until our container arrives from France and a house becomes available on Shandra’s farm next door. I will eventually be taking a part-time job working for Anne as a Dairy Hand.

          I am pregnant at the moment with our second child due any day. I can’t work yet so we have decided I should tell the story of how I became involved with this blog Letters and with the group who write it. This is like the other true stories on this blog. I do not intend to get deep into the sex, although there will be a lot on this page. 

          The story will be divided into a series of separate sections, much the way Brian and Julie wrote “Brian’s Page, new sections will be added as I complete them, navigation links will be provided eventually too. 

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1.     Meeting Allan Online.
2.     We Begin to Cam.
3.     Going the Whole Way.
4.     Our Partners Find Out About Us.
5.     Our First Holiday in New Zealand.
6.     Back to New Zealand for the Wedding.
7.     Side Trip to Australia.
8.     Moving to Live in New Zealand.

Part A - Meeting Allan Online.

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          It was 2002, I was around 18 at the time and didn’t have a boyfriend. It was suggested by a friend that I try online. Being unsure where to start I stumbled onto a sexy chat site by mistake. It was a bit of a shock really. Most of the men I met only wanted me to get my clothes off and cam naked which of course, I wasn’t into doing. Being French attracted a lot of unwanted attention too.

          I was almost ready to give up on that site when I met Allan, this farmer from New Zealand. He was very nice, willing to chat without any pressure to do anything sexy. It seems he had been placed on a farm by himself and his evenings were a bit lonely so he was happy for the company. That suited me too as I was feeling much the same. I had a job in a café so started work late which meant mornings were great for me too.

          So regularly we would meet, open a private room and chat for a few hours. At first, it was only written chat which worked well for both of us. Of course, I’d still got hit on by all these creepy men whenever I went to the site so we decided to look for a better place. It was then we found Yahoo Messenger which was just what we wanted. We moved to there and dropped that other site. Today I can’t remember its name or even if it’s still there.

          Now Yahoo Messenger meant we could chat using writing with software that worked much better. We could swap photos with ease and also chat on cam was available too. We began by written chat and swapping photos. We had seen each other via our profiles on that old site but now it was easy to upload a photo and talk about it too. There were a few photos of us but also lots of where we lived and what we did. 

         One day I was feeling, a tiny bit naughtier, so decided to send him one of me in a bikini. Oh, he liked that and soon one had appeared beside mine of him in a swimsuit too. I liked that too.

         I know this is not much but it needs to be mentioned here because it became a turning point in our relationship. A first step down the road to the sexual side of our relationship.  

        I must admit at this stage I was becoming attracted to him. Not having a boyfriend, in many ways he became my boyfriend and our sessions together became special. I believe he was feeling the same way but as you will see in the next section below things never developed in that direction.

Part B - We Begin to Cam.

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       Not long after we moved to Yahoo Messenger we got the idea to try a cam chat. I think the idea was there long before that but it was then we decided to try it. It took us a few weeks as my computer didn’t have a webcam fitted to it. I had to buy one.

       One day we were ready to try. I was a bit nervous as I turned my cam on. I was not sure he would like me. It worked well. I could see Allan sitting there while in return, he could see me. The sound was more of a problem but between us, we got that sorted too.

           It was actually quite exciting being able to see him and talk with him like normal people. Our only problem was language. My English accent was very poor and I also couldn’t understand some of the strange words he used (New Zealand slang). But it was better than writing so we continued. In time we got to understand each other better too.

         I didn’t think of it at that time but beginning to webcam took us one more step in the sexual development of our relationship. I was also using my cam in my bedroom which made things a little bit more intimate although I actually did it so my parents wouldn’t see.

        One day I posted a few more photos of me in that bikini. He just loved them and I found myself offering to wear it on cam for him. Yes, he had seen my photos but this was more daring than that. Anyway, I had committed myself so I knew I would do it.

       Next time we went on cam he found me wearing only my bikini. I was nervous, I knew he was looking at me but I tried to act normal and carry on a normal conversation. I think it sort of worked, that is until he began unbuttoning his shirt. I lost what I was saying, just stopping to watch him.

      He began to laugh. “Are you getting horny on me?” he asked.

      “No! Of course not!” I denied.

     While I tried saying ‘no’ I was still interested. Why not? He was a good-looking man, nice body and a hairy chest. I think I was kind of in love with him too.

        We cammed a few more time with me in a bikini. Each time he asked me to stand up and turn around for him. It was sexy, him looking at me like that. It was also sexy with him wearing small tight underpants. Yes, I noticed his shape in front too. What normal girl wouldn’t?

       One day he asked, “Is that your bedroom?”

      It was kind of obvious. He must have known it ever since we began to cam.

     “Yes,” I replied.

     “What do you wear to bed?” he asked.

     Oh, this was very sexy. It was like he was with me in my private room. I was happy to show him a couple of things but I wasn’t about to tell him that mostly I slept nude. I was holding up a sexier blue nightie against myself. He asked if he could see me wearing it.

       “It’s a bit see-through,” I said.

      “That’s ok. We’re good friends.”

      “Ok for you!”

      He laughed at that.

      “Well, am I going to see it on?”

       Suddenly, I agreed to wear it.

       “Can I watch you change?” he asked.

      “No way!”

       But the fact that he asked me was a bit sexy. I stood just out of the cam view and as I removed my clothes I threw them onto the bed where he could see them. I also heard the comments of appreciation as I did. That was so sexy as he would have seen my underwear and known I’d stripped completely. 

       “Oh wow!” he said. "Are you naked?"
       "What do you think?"
       "I think you are."
       I quickly finished and now I stepped into view wearing just the blue nightie with matching panties.
       "Rochelle! That is so hot!"

       I was surprised at his reaction and covered my breasts for a few moments. I could see that he obviously liked it so I dropped my hands again. I could see myself in the small cam view of me. Yes, it was sexy and see-through. The curved round under my breasts could be seen as well as the darkness of my nipples. I turned around to show him the back, even lifting the nightie a bit to show my bum through the see-through panties. Then quickly I grabbed something to cover up.

       “Don’t cover-up,” he said.

        But I did anyway.

        (I’m sure this story must have a ring of familiarity about it to regular readers of this blog. With my permission, of course, it has been used with variations in a number of stories. You could say this was the first time I had helped in writing here. Just recently, after I wrote this here, Shandra has taken up the theme of stripping on cam for a story due to be published in a few weeks time.)

       We talked about going further and I was giggling at the idea of getting naked. There were also a few jokes about pussy or cock flashing too, but they were all just jokes, never taken seriously. I’d heard of nude camming, even seen a couple of guys doing it, but had never dared to do it myself. We talked about it, joked about it and laughed, but I wasn’t willing to try. Allan, always the gentleman, never pushed me but I knew he wanted to.    

Part C - Going the Whole Way.

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       I bought a sexier bikini for him and one day I wore it on cam. He was happy to see it wanting me to stand-up and pose for him. Of course, this was all about showing myself so I was happy to stand-up and show him views from all sides.

        “Do you like it?” I asked.  

        “I love it!” he replied.

        I was happy with that. It made it easier to wear such a tiny bikini while he was looking. But then he said something that changed everything, pushing us over the next step.

       “I think it would look sexier lying on the bed.”

       “Do you want me to pose on the bed?”

       “No, not you…., just the bikini. You standing there.”

       Suddenly I realised what he was asking. “Do you want me to take it off?” I asked him. It was fairly clear what he wanted but I was stalling for time. “Do you want to see me nude?”

       “Yes, I’d love that.”

       “What about you?”

       “Sure, I’ll join you too.”

       “You mean we both get naked on cam?”

       “Yes, both of us.”

       Suddenly I decided. “Ok,” I said. “But you go first.”

       It was at that point that I actually committed myself to a nude cam.

       “You won’t chicken out on me?”

       “No chicken. If you do, I will too.”

       “Ok then.”

       He stood up and began to undress. I watched of course. I was happy to see him nude, a bit interested to see what he would look like. Anyway, he was probably going to chicken out and not get it all off. But he didn’t stop. He stripped everything and stood before me nude. You know where my eyes went and I discovered he was hard.

        “You are hard!” I said.

        “Of course. Thinking about you getting naked.”

        “You want me now?”

        “Yes,” he replied. “You agreed.”

        “Ok,” I said, standing up.

       Then as I was reaching around to undo my bikini top, he said something that surprised me.

      “You don’t have to if you don’t want to, Rochelle.”

      That was very good of him, giving me a way out like that.

      “No, I promised so I will.”

       It was a bit sexy seeing him going naked and I had decided to be the same. So I did it too. First, off came my bikini top, baring my nipples for him. Then I bend down pulling my bikini bottoms so they dropped to the floor and I stepped out of them. I was left facing him nude, my breasts and pussy on show for him. I stood like that for a short while before turning to show him the back. After that, I sat down and we talked for a while. As we were about to finish, we both stood up to give another show of our nude bodies once again and the cam chat was ended.

        After that, our camming became a lot sexier. Sometimes we would stay in our clothes, sometimes a bikini or sexy undies, often completely nude. Often he would get very hard and one day I asked him about it. He told me how he ‘got rid of it’ once we had finished chatting. That made me giggle thinking about that but to be honest, I had made myself cum more than a few times after a sexy chat.

        “You can do it now if you want.”

        “What?”

        “Make yourself cum now.”

        “So you can watch.”

        “Yes,” I replied. “Do you want me to watch?”

        “Well yes, but I want you to join me.”

        I wanted to, talking like this had me horny too, but I said I didn’t want to this time which hinted that I might next time. He said it was ok but I had to do some sexy poses for him.

       “Poses? Like what?”

       “Show me your pussy.”

       “You see my pussy all that time.”

       “No better poses. Sexier this time.”

       I realised what he wanted so while he wanked off, I posed nude for him. Playing with my little breasts and rubbing my hard nipples. Opening my legs to show my pussy, even pulling open my lips for him. Turning around and bending over to show him the full view from behind.

      Oh did he cum! I watched him, heard him moan, saw his face. I saw the cum burst from his cock and going everywhere. Then I laughed as he struggled to clean up the mess.

       Later, once we finished, I lay on my bed and gave myself a good time. It had been sexy watching him and I was thinking about doing it with him. That thought was just so hot. I gave myself a great cum almost immediately. Yes, next time, I knew I would join him.

      I did too. I’d tried poses in front of my cam to work out which would be the best way to show him. Even that was sexy too and I gave myself a few orgasms as I tried it. When we cammed again I knew just what to do and gave him a great show. With my legs wide open I played with my pussy. First stroking over the outside, down along my swollen lips, then pulling them open and pressing my fingers in. It ended with me doing that sexy thing where I was thrusting fingers inside me with one hand while the other hand rubbed my clitty. All the time my eyes never left him, watching him until the pleasure became too much and I closed my eyes.

       He did it for me too, working on his cock while he watched me. It was sexy to watch him and easy to play myself while I did. Not much after my cum, he did too, but I noticed he kept control of the mess this time. He had tissues handy to catch most of it.

       So now this was added to our cam sessions. Not every time but more times than I’d like to admit.

Part D - Our Partners Find Out About Us.

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      One day a customer from the café where I worked asked me out on a date. He had been visiting for a few weeks and I knew he was interested in me. Now that presented a problem as I had always thought somehow Allan and I were going to be together. I talked with him on our chat and it became the most serious conversation we’d had. The outcome was, we decided it was too difficult to go further with our relationship. We decided to still chat but just be friends.

       I was upset with this. Yes, on my side there were some tears because I had my heart for him but I must say, I was in full agreement with our decision.

       Now, this left me free, open to a relationship with this handsome winemaker while in New Zealand, Allan became interested in a Japanese girl. A few days later, I had my first date with Marceau, the man who would eventually become my husband.

       Meanwhile, Allan and I still continued to chat. At first, we had dropped back to just chat but before long temptation got the better of us and soon we were nude chatting with cyber-sex again.  Doing it all in front of each other.

       I had told Marceau about Allan, my online friend but I didn’t tell him the full extent of what went on between us. I had presented the idea of him being like an online pen friend. Allan’s partner, Anne, also knew about our friendship but I’m not sure how much he told her either. Yes, by then Anne had moved in to live with him on their farm.    

        Marceau and I became engaged and I moved to live with him. It became more difficult to chat as we had been so one day I proposed we introduce our partners online. Allan agreed and one weekend a chat was set up.

       Anne was a pretty girl and very friendly too. I was attracted by her Asian eyes. There was a small hurt in my heart when I looked at her but I quickly got over this as I reached out to hold the hand of the man sitting next to me. I soon noticed Anne was holding Allan’s hand. I was happy for him as I knew he wanted a woman and Anne seemed to be a good woman. I know Allan was happy for me too.  

        Towards the end of our chat, something happened that was a big (how do you say) the game changer for us.

        Marceau said while we were still online, “You two have been doing more than just chat.”

        I looked at him in surprise.

       “You do more than just cam?” he repeated.   

       “Why?” I asked. “Why do you say that?”

       “I just think you do.”

       This was a surprise. There was tension in the air as I didn’t know where this would go. It was silent for some moments and then Anne entered into the conversation too.

      “What do you guys really do online?” she asked.

      I looked at Allan and he nodded his head. “Tell them, Rochelle,” he said.

      So I explained to them that sometimes our chats became sexier, we got naked in front of each other. Anne laughed at that and told us that were we naughty. I was worried what Marceau’s reaction would be. But he was laughing too.

       “Maybe we need to watch them, Anne,” he said.

       “So do you guys just get naked or do more?” she asked.

       “Sometimes a bit more,” Allan replied.

       “I bet a lot more. I bet you cyber together,” Anne said.

       It was not a question. She was telling us she knew, she had guessed us. We had been sprung. But both Marceau and Anne seemed ok with it the way they were laughing and making jokes at us. Calling us like naughty sexy maniacs and things.

       Marceau encouraged me to continue with Allan. Often he would watch out of camera view. Then afterwards would give me the really good fucking. “For being a naughty girl,” he said. Not that I saw it in any way as a punishment. We also knew Anne was watching sometimes on their side too.

       One day, Marceau said, “He would like to see Anne naked.”

       I put the idea to Allan and she appeared in the cam with him. It seemed Anne was open to the idea but she said she wanted all four of us to get naked together. She apparently said she especially wanted to see Marceau without his gear on too. Marceau, who was also watching outside the view responded he was open for this too. The idea became they would do a joint strip for us while we did so for them. 

       (This idea of a joint strip was later used in this blog in Story 92. Written by Kim and Ayaka in 2009. They had not seen the cam but had heard the story, so they guessed how it might have gone in their story where two couples stripped each other in front of a mirror. In 2016 as I was writing this Shandra saw my draft and asked about using the same idea in her Story 191 Part One published 15th December 2016.)

         So a few days later we got on cam with our partners. All four of us knew where this was going and in full agreement with it. There would be no surprises for anyone.

        I’d worn something very sexy for this occasion and I let Marceau decide what I would wear under it. I wore a tight fitting blue dress that was almost backless with a plunging deep cut in front going down between my breasts. Under it I wore matching bra and panties, the bra was half-cut, almost baring my nipples while the pantie was of the G-string design. To set it all off I wore the slightly old fashioned suspenders and stockings, both also in black, the suspenders matching and being part of the bra and panties set. It was hot and I felt sexy wearing it too.

         I noticed Allan had made an effort too, getting away from his usual work shirt and jeans. Now he wore tan coloured trousers and a brown striped shirt. The jacket he wore matched the trousers. He even went to the trouble of wearing a tie too. Very nice, very handsome, in fact.

         Marceau was dressed in much the same way. I knew they were going to dress up for this so I had encouraged him to do likewise. He asked why considering it was all going to quickly come off. I asked him if he wanted to look hot for Anne. He just smiled and nodded “Yes” as he reached for the clothes I’d laid out on the bed for him.

         Anne looked great too. She’d chosen to wear that typical modern Asian style of a very short skirt with black tights underneath showing off some great legs. Her blouse looked almost see-through but it was hard for us to be sure. It was partly covered with an open sleeveless jacket. Underneath there were some sexy undies waiting to be seen by us too.

         There was a quick discussion on how we were going to do this before Marceau suggested that we each take an item off, slowly working towards getting totally undressed. Allan modified this to us each taking an item from our partner, effectively stripping our partner in front of the camera. An order was established of Allan losing an item first to be followed by my turn next. I think it was us first since we were supposed to be the experts at this. Next, Anne would have an item removed from her before I took one of Marceau. Then we started around for the second item and so on until everyone got naked. With some of us wearing more or less clothing the schedule was adjusted so we all ended up becoming totally naked in the same last round.

          I know I’ve been naked on cam so many times but it was funny how this time it was different than before. Almost like I was doing it for the first time which in a way was sort of right too. Now it was my husband stripping me so my naked body could be viewed by this couple from New Zealand. It was also my stripping him so he could be viewed naked too. On cam, we were watching another couple doing the same. Later, Anne told me it was one of the sexiest things she had ever done and I could agree with her. But it wasn’t only us girls feeling sexy and getting sexually excited. When we reached the end it was clearly seen that both men had strong erections too when we got them naked. I kind of liked that reaction we got from both of them too.

         So we got to see Anne naked too. She had a sexy body with small breasts and a full pussy bush. I am a bit the same in breast size which is interesting but I often have my pussy bush removed with shaving. So it was an interesting contrast. It was also good for Anne and me to see both boys naked and compare their bodies too. When I looked and saw them both hard I suddenly had the idea that maybe one day I might get to compare them in bed too. But that was just an inside dreaming of me at that time. Late I was to learn that I wasn’t the only one to think about swapping partners that day. In fact, if the truth was known, all four of us thought about trying it.

         Not much more happened in that session. Once naked, we viewed each other and signed off soon after. What I wasn’t to discover until a few years later was that two others watched the show that day. Both were girls from New Zealand, an Indian girl called Shandra and an Australian girl called Susan. They had watched but remained hidden from the webcam view.

         The sex afterwards with Marceau was very active and exciting. We were both turned on by showing our bodies and now urgent to relieve the sexual build up. I hear it was the same in New Zealand there where the sex between Anne and Allan was good too.

Part E - Our First Holiday in New Zealand.

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          It was now 2011 and the Rugby World Cup was going to be held in New Zealand. Marceau had won an award for a wine he created so the winery gave him a large bonus. We decided to use it on a trip to New Zealand to see the World Cup and visit our friends there.

          There was a long journey; a two-hour drive in our car, a high-speed train to Paris, a short flight to Germany and then the long flight to Malaysia. After a two-day stop-over came the last flight from Kuala Lumpur to Auckland in New Zealand.

          We were met by Anne and of course Allan. After so much travel it was good to be there and good to see them. It was also good to give him a hug, the first I had even given him. I noticed Marceau and Anne weren’t shy to hug either until I came to hug her too. Now we discovered our journey was not yet complete as there was still more than an hour by the small truck they were driving. Anne took the driving seat and Marceau was invited to take the seat beside her. I got into the back with Allan. First, there was some sightseeing where they took us to the top of a small mountain they call One Tree Hill, except now there was no longer a tree but still an amazing view. We crossed a harbour bridge taking beautiful views of the city before being on our way to their farm. In the truck, the talking was nice as we got to know them better. They asked of our journey and we asked how they were. From time to time Anne pointed out something to see outside. It was a beautiful day but still a bit cool. The countryside was beautiful too. Sheep, cows, even a deer farm along the way. Everywhere so lush and green, no wonder this land was famous for its farming.

         After taking a narrow country road we arrived at their farm. Cows calmly grazing on the flat land as we passed up the long driveway and sheep on the hillside above, it was lovely. So amazing, better than any photos had told me. Now Anne turned off onto another driveway that twisted up a small hill to the main farmhouse where they lived.

         They had a dinner of lamb ready for us soon after we arrived. The girls who had been milking cows joined us as well. Two other women also lived there on this farm, an Indian woman called Shandra and an Australian woman called Susan. I have heard Allan talk about them so was happy to meet with them.

         We were only on the farm for a few days, enjoying their hospitality and even helping with their farm work. Then it was time for us to leave to watch France playing their first games in the Rugby World Cup. Well, history will tell you that France and New Zealand faced each other in the final at Auckland’s Eden Park. We could not afford tickets for this so we were back at the farm to watch the game there.

        Here were all the New Zealanders, well Asian New Zealanders and only the two of us from France. Marceau dared me to wear the colours of France and here they were all with their black T-shirts on. We got teased over that but I just told them we were ready for when France would win the cup. It was a close game, well fought on both sides. Towards the end, France was narrowly in the lead and Marceau leant over to me to say, “If France wins get ready to run.” LOL Others heard and laughed at his joke too. At the very last few moments, New Zealand jumped in front and took the game, along with the Cup. Sneaky New Zealanders, stealing the cup like that!

         That night there was a lot of celebrations and a lot of wine. We joined in too, even if we had been cheering the losing team. Later in the evening, actually early morning, we were having a last glass with Allan & Anne. The others had gone to their bed.

        Suddenly Anne asked Marceau, “Have you ever tried an Asian pussy?”

        “No,” Marceau said. “Are they different?”

        That was cheeky of him but also of her for asking him.

        “Oh much hotter,” she came back at him.

        “How much hotter?”

        “Very,” she laughed. “Do you want to try?”

        Oh wow! She was actually offering him sex, in front of Allan and I too. He looked over at me, not sure how to answer.

        “Don’t worry about them…… We both know they want to be together,” Anne said. “Let’s give them the chance and have fun ourselves.”

        Marceau looked over at me again. I think the wine might have been helping but suddenly I wanted this too. I nodded ‘ok’ to him.

         This night was a turning point in our marriage. Before this, there had been no sex outside our marriage. Of course, there was the playing I did with Allan but it was just online. Some might say this was sex which it probably was but we didn’t see it like that. What my online activities with Allan did do was open our eyes to the possibility of having sex with other partners so when the opportunity presented itself like that, it was easy for him to say yes and for me to accept it.

        I stood and watched Marceau take Anne away. I saw his hand go for her bum as he said something to her and heard her giggle. Why do men like doing that? Like touching the bum of us girls.

       “Those two are hitting it off well,” he laughed.

       “Yes, it surprised me,” I replied.

       “Me too,” he agreed.

       “But it opens things for us now, Allan.”

       “Yes, Rochelle. I’ve wanted this for a long time.”

       “Have you?”

       “Yes, of course. Haven’t you?”

       “Well….. yes I have.”

       “Then what’s the problem honey?”

       “It’s just this is different.”

       I was suddenly nervous. I don’t know why. After all the things I had done with him online. He stepped up to me, putting his arms around me and pulling me close to him. I felt the strength of his arms holding me, gentle but strong. I felt our bodies against each other and soon was responding to him.

       I reached up and kissed him. Yes, a kiss on the mouth. It was short and just lips to lips but it was a kiss. He leant down to me and we kissed again. This time it became deeper as I felt his tongue press into me and I opened to allow him.

       When we broke from the kiss he just gently said, “Come on honey, let’s go to bed.”

      It was just like that. nothing else said. He had his arm around me and I walked with him. I knew I was going with him, going to bed with him, going to make love with him. In the bedroom I allowed him to undress me. For some reason, it didn’t occur to me to undress him too until I discovered myself wearing only panties. He had stopped to explore my tiny breasts and was soon sucking my nipples. It was then that I pushed him back and began undressing him. When I had him naked, he finished getting me naked.

        On the bed we took our time, well really, he took his time with me. It was a good oral session for me and I ended with a cum. That was the breaking point for me. Now I was really open for more. I turned back on him while now he lay passive. I explored his whole body with my fingers and mouth until I ended by sucking him to orgasm too.

       The sex which we did was good. As good as I’d ever expected it would be but then this was really not surprising as I knew Allan and we had talked about how we did sex on a number of occasions. The outcome was we were both satisfied, well more than satisfied actually. Sometime later in the night, we did it again which also went well too.

       I awoke to find the bed empty beside me. Taking what I think was Anne's bathrobe, I wrapped it around me before going out to the kitchen. My husband and Anne were already there. Marceau seemed happy, so did Anne as she busied herself preparing a ‘special’ breakfast for him. I guessed things had gone well for them too.
      "Where is Allan?" I asked.
      "Milking," Anne replied.
      The reality of dairy farming. Even after a night of sex, there were still cows needing milking in the morning.

      We didn’t get another chance to swap again because the following morning we left New Zealand, on our trip back to our home in France.

Part F - Back to New Zealand for the Wedding.

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       Now things were very different as Marceau and Anne had decided to chat online too. I did notice that their chats appeared to be driven, more by sexual activities than by friendship. They didn’t chat as much as Allan and I did but almost every time it went cyber and it would end up with them in front of each other, getting off. Sexy to watch too. Not in any way are I saying this is wrong, Allan and I would often do the same but it was just our relationship was also friendship where sometimes it was just chatting, hanging out together.

       It would be a number of years before we could return to New Zealand again. During that time we had a visit from another man we met in New Zealand, Simon who has joined me on another page of this blog. He and his girlfriend were meant to stay a couple of days and ended up staying a week. Yes, for you naughty readers, it was a naughty visit too. They were a lot older than us but still fun to be with. We took them touring, showing them the nearby sights and we took them to bed too. 

       Sometimes the other girls would become involved online too which I know Marceau enjoyed as they were both hot sexy girls. He particularly liked the India girl, Shandra but after a while, she got married moved away to live on another farm nearby. Of course, Susan was always there, always totally sexy, always ready for fun. A couple of younger girls also arrived on the farm in 2012. There was a Thai girl Kim, who created this blog for them and launched the online version of Letters. Then later in the year a Japanese girl Ayaka, a cousin of Anne’s arrived. They both began to chat via Anne’s yahoo. Marceau had some fun with them too.

        Marceau and I had a child, a lovely little girl and in New Zealand, Allan had three children with two different women. I never fully understood how that works but he seems to have enough for both of them and still play with me online. When Marceau heard about it, he said, “One wife is more than enough without having two.” Cheeky man!

        Then late in 2014, we got the news that Anne’s younger cousin Ayaka, was engaged and there was a big wedding being planned for March 2015. As mentioned above, we had both chatted with her online and she was always a nice friendly girl. One day she invited us to the wedding. Of course, both Allan and Anne wanted us to go and when we heard that some of their other online friends from India, Japan and the USA were going to be there as well we knew there was going to be fun.  

         We were discussing it, both ourselves and with Allan & Anne. It was a long way to travel and so when I suggested that we stay a bit longer, both Allan and Anne were quick to agree, saying we could stay a whole four weeks if we wanted. I later came to discover that some others from overseas were doing the same.

         Well, I was still hesitating as I said, it was a long way and a lot of money. One day I sat down to talk with Marceau about it, my goal was to finally decide, one way or the other that evening.

         “What do you really feel in your heart?” he asked me.

         I said, “I want to.”

         He replied, “That’s good.”

         “Why?” I asked.

         “I booked our flights two weeks ago,” he laughed.
         "You booked already?"
         "Yes," he replied again.
         I jumped up and sprung at him. I meant to hug him but hitting him too hard, his chair fell back and we both ended up on the floor. So we were going. I was happy with that, surprised he had done it, but very happy he had.

         A few days before we had left France, I discovered I was pregnant again. It might even have happened the night I found out we were going to New Zealand. I took enough from him that night I could have got pregnant a dozen times. We were both pleased with that too. So there wasn’t much chance I was going to get pregnant in New Zealand was there?

          We got to New Zealand two weeks before the wedding. Soon others from overseas were arriving too and soon there were far too many to stay in their house but Allan and Anne had it all under control. They had hired four caravans for us to sleep in. These were only for sleeping, there, being no running water or electric power, the only lighting was the garden lights we took from the garden as we left the house each night. Forget to put you light back in the morning and there was no light for you that night.

         These caravans quickly got the name of shagging waggons. (That came from our friend Jeremy, from the USA who couldn’t make it to the wedding.) I’m sure you’ve worked out why they were called that. This name later inspired a story for this blog as well. Yes, this time things were a lot more sexual. We ended up with different partners almost every night which both Marceau and I enjoyed.

         It was interesting because all of us from overseas were all willing to join in too. I had some good love partners, of Japanese, Indian and Europeans from New Zealand too. Anne had some strict rules of conduct but it was all so free and sexual. We were working together on the farm and running the house and each night pairing off for fun too. 

         I was glad when my daughter Nadine, asked if she could sleep in the tent room. There would be no chance of her waking up and seeing what Mummy was doing with these naughty men. The tent room was an amazing idea. A bedroom was set up with just foam mattresses on the floor. Cushions, pillows and sleep bags were scattered around too. In the centre was a rather strange structure made with a large bed sheet hung over poles and wires, known as the tent. The kids loved it and soon all of them were sleeping there. Usually, one of the women who couldn’t take part in the sexy fun would sleep there with them. Some of the women joked that with the kids talking half the night they were more tired than after a night of sex. Since I was pregnant I didn't have a period while I was there so didn't get tent room duty.

         Anne was trying to run the house plus this large farm and it was quickly obvious we should help. An Indian woman, Raviprabha had taken over the kitchen with us all taking turns helping her. She turned out great meals night after night all through that month. An Australian woman Janet, took over running the house, each morning giving a list of tasks that needed to be done. It all worked well and we became a big friendly team.

        Part of living on this farm was being invited to help with the farm work. It was a working farm, at that time milking over 1200 cows with beef and sheep as well. The milking was nearing the end of the season but still at full production. Of course, all those cows needed milking every morning and evening using a 70 stall rotary milking platform. In fact, the whole operation of the farm and house revolved around those milking times.

        One day, a few days after we arrived, I was helping with the milking. I had learnt what is called the pit job, connecting the sucking hoses to the cows, now I was learning the yard job, This involved going out into the yard and mixing with the cows for various tasks, mainly moving them forward to enter the machine. No one had thought to tell me that when a cow lifts her tail it means, get out of the way. I didn’t and yes, I got hit. All down one side of me, I was covered with smelly cow shit.

        I arrived back into the cowshed with the tears. Janet’s husband Wayne, came over to me when he saw what had happened. He put his arm around me, I noticed on my clean side, and said, “Don’t worry Rochelle, you are a real farm girl now. Wear it with pride.”

       What? Wear cow shit with pride? But I knew what he meant, that he was trying to make me feel better. I appreciated that and did feel better too. I smiled back at him and reached up and gave him a kiss on the cheek. He gently reached with a hankie and wiped the tears from my eyes. I finished my milking shift and gladly took the teasing back at the house too.
        I wasn't allowed inside the house but stood while Allan hosed me off. Others were watching but that didn't worry me too much as I stripped my dirty clothes off and excepted a towel from Reshma to wrap around me. Then it was off for a lovely shower. The other girls had taken care of my dirty clothes when I came back for them and I was grateful for all their help.

        The wedding event was a big day. Wayne, the Australian farmer had suggested that some of us from overseas take over as much of the farm work for that day which mainly meant doing the two milking shifts. I was on the milking team for both early morning and evening as well. I was ok with this too, happy I could help. It was a big help to them as our friends from the farm could be focused on the wedding. 

         I remember that morning when we arrived back from the milking at just after 8 am. Anne and the man Ronnie, he lives on the farm and once they used to own it, had driven up to Kelly’s Peak to check on the weather. (His story of this is in the blog) Everyone was waiting for Ronnie to make the call. Is it on the farm here or down at the local hall? So much depended on the weather here. Finally, Allan got the text from Anne, “Go for plan A!” The wedding was on, here on the farm!

          The wedding and reception were both held on the farm with the wedding having a Country and Western theme. I’ve never attended a wedding before wearing jeans and a shirt. I was happy because I know I look good in my tight arse-hugging jeans. They found me a hat that looked something like a cowboy hat too.

         The men in the wedding party wore jeans, western style shirts and sleeveless leather vests. They also had cowboy hats and handguns in belts on their hips. They really looked the part too. The women in the wedding party wore similar long dresses. I later found out that these were not new dresses but were used by the girls from here for their Country and Western dancing club. But they looked good and fitted the part for the wedding with their bright colours. The dresses were designed with hidden lace-up backs so one size fitted everyone. It was a clever design as it meant the dresses could be swapped between them.

         The bride, Ayaka wore her purple dress. Yes, it’s a strange colour for a wedding but she loves that colour. (Even her quad bike is painted purple.) Susan, next to her wore the red dress. No, she wasn’t allowed to wear the black one she usually wore to the dances, not in a wedding party. Ayaka wouldn't have any part of having black in her wedding group. (The dress is called The Black Widow. Yes, it’s a long story.) When Allan called her the Fire Queen, she was happy to wear the red. For the first time ever, another girl, Anne, wore that black dress. She looked good in it too with the tight bodice hugging the curves of her body before breaking into an almost floor length skirt. All the dresses were like that.

        After the wedding, we had milking to do. We had left some working clothes at the milking shed and so could change before starting. We cleaned up afterwards in a shower they had set up in the shed before returning to the wedding in our party clothes. Yes, naughty readers, there were two women and two men sharing the shower together, washing each other, but that was all. No time for anything else. Even if we were tempted. 
       While we were away, they organised some Country & Western dancing for the guests with a band from their club. That went well. My husband had taken on the job of running a bar as he had done that before. He had been out with the men to purchase the beer and wine. One friend of Allan's brought some cases of wine from his winery. Now Marceau was a big hit behind the bar, with his French accent and a bit of showmanship he was a big hit with everyone. 

        Susan and Asami moved some sheep and cattle onto the hillside behind the house showing how the dogs work. As she brought the sheep through, one of Susan’s dogs saw the crowd of people and got ‘stage fright’ just sitting looking at the people. Meanwhile, the cattle Asami was bringing in behind them appeared over the hill. I heard Allan say, “This could go horribly wrong if they mix.” But Susan got her dogs working and the sheep moved just in time. I believe most of those watching, didn’t realise something had gone wrong, thinking these girls with their dogs were so clever. It was only I had heard Anne and Allan talking that I knew what had happened.

       They used three vans for farm tours. Anne had tried hard to keep the week before the wedding clear but it didn’t work like that. The airstrip up on top was in operation as other farms needed to use it, so the guests saw the aircraft being loaded and taking-off and landing. They saw some sheep sharing as the shearing gang had been working all week and were still on the property. The highlight there was they saw Anne, now in her farm clothes actually shearing a sheep too. Yes, I was surprised she could do that too. They also came over to the milking shed and watched us running the big rotary machine too. To their surprise, they found the bride, now in jeans telling them what was going on down in the milking pit in front of them.

        Then we had the wedding reception with an amazing meal. Two roasted lambs off a spit. As I said there had been a Maori shearing gang working that week. Anne couldn’t change their schedule. Ayaka invited them to stay on for the wedding. They offered to put down a Maori hangi where the food was cooked in the ground. Marceau and I watched as they dug the steaming baskets out of the ground and helped carry them to the table for serving. Never tried that before. It was very rich, fatty food but delicious too. (There was a very funny moment when a big Maori man went up and gave Anne’s mother a big hug, completely lifting this small Japanese woman off her feet. She was so shocked. It was so funny. We all believe Anne put him up to it but she won’t admit it. LOL)

        On the day following the wedding, Anne had arranged all her relations from Japan to go on a tour to other places in New Zealand. This left us free for a very sexy party that night. Yes, I mean very sexy too. The games were run by Susan so you just knew she would make them fun. Most involved nudity and some very naughty touching and things. The last one, Pussy Row, became actually sexual. Guys going down a row of naked girls bent over and give them some fuck each. They tried to get to the end of the row but none made it.

       There was also nude swimming in the pool and by the end of the evening, most of us were naked anyway. I had no problem with that since everyone else was the same. Yes, both Marceau and I got involved in the fun and games too.

       I spent that night with two men who had come from Japan with their wives for the wedding. They were friends of Asami’s. They joined in the fun before the wedding and became very naughty boys. Well, they were with me that night. I think they had a fascination for me being a French girl. I was rather interested in them being Japanese too.

       They started by giving me a very sexual, full nude massage. I’ve had massages before but these two men made it so hot and sexy. When they had finished I was totally ready for sex. What followed was a hot threesome with them doing it to me in some different positions. It was exciting and a bit wild because of the passions we had for this but when it was over I was very happy as there had been good orgasms for all three of us.

       We rested for a while, now in the morning hours, and then they tried again. They were not willing to stop and sleep and I was ok with that too. It was amazing the energy they had. I started saying naughty sexy things to them in French. I knew they couldn’t understand the words but it turned them both on and they were away again. Oh yes, that was a hot night for this little French girl.

Part G - Side Trip to Australia.

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        After the wedding, our new friends Wayne and Janet had to return to their cattle station in Queensland. They invited two couples to follow and visit them. I would have loved to go but we couldn’t afford it. Anyway, Toon Mao, the Chinese woman of one of the couples received word that her brother had been in an accident in China. She had to fly home urgently. It was very bad for her and I was so sad when I took her in my arms to hug her. We shared some tears because I had become close to her.

       Anne got on the phone to Air New Zealand to change Toon’s flight details but only for the woman Toon Mao, she could get a seat. Her husband, Hans-Peter, had to stay for the rest of their holiday. Now they had booked the trip to Australia too. Anne was able to talk the airline into changing the tickets so Marceau and I could go instead. Hans said since the air tickets had been paid we could use them because if he asked for his money he would only get part anyway. We had a free trip to visit Janet and Wayne.

      That night Marceau and I, made sure they had a good time with us. Some say our shagging waggon was shaking all night. LOL But who cares, it was us inside who were having the fun. But next morning it was rushing to get ready. Toon Mao left for China and a few hours later we left for Australia.

        We flew to Brisbane and then on another smaller plane into the outback. Janet and Wayne had helicopters to meet us and fly us into their farm.

        It is a strange way of doing things as behind the food supermarket was the airport. Helicopters could land and do their shopping before flying back to their farms. I later learnt that to drive there by vehicle would be nearly four hours each way over rough bush roads.

        Well, Janet took us girls, Raviprabha and I while James and Marceau went with Wayne. We took off first and for me, it was exciting but a bit scary too feeling the helicopter rise straight up like that. Janet didn’t take the direct route to her house but followed a more scenic route up the river and up over some small mountains which were more interesting for us. As we flew over the hills there was a bushfire burning but Wayne said later that because there was no water there was no way he could put it out. It was deep in among the rocks and had been burning for a few weeks.

       They had a very large house and buildings that were their farm. I could see some cattle yards with stock and nearer to the house, there was a small tower with a windmill. Janet took a circle around so we could see everything and then landed near the house. Moments later the boys touched down nearby to us. It had been a great adventure and I am amazed how Janet can fly and use a helicopter like we would use a car. 

        I kept saying farm, but they call it a cattle station. It was bigger than many small countries in Europe. It was also so dry and dusty too. After the lush green of New Zealand, this was so different. I was wondering what the cattle could find to eat but they seem to. Water was always a problem here so there were strict rules for showers and things with water. I was ok with that too. Wayne made the joke about two people could shower together to say water. Janet corrected her husband saying she thought two people would waste too much water. I think if it was with one of those men, she might be right.

       Janet’s children were there to meet us. They were lovely too. Each day they go to school in a room of their house and their teacher is far away in a city and other children in their class were from different stations all over in this area. I sat in to watch and could see the teacher and some of the other children on video. When they heard I was from France, Janet’s 10yr daughter introduced me and the children were asking what my home country was like. They also wanted me to say some things in French so they could hear how it sounds. I think it might have interrupted their class but since it was an interesting session they teacher allowed it to continue. The children also told me of the stations where they lived, about their pets and what they did each day out is such remote places too.

         Now in the evenings, the boys would take some beers and sit in the cool outside. I noticed Janet did too. I would have rathered wine but the beer was OK. We had that too.

        Then each of the two nights we were there we had fun with Janet and Wayne and the couple Raviprabha and James from India. They had been involved in the fun at Anne’s so why not here too. Both James and Wayne were very big men for me. When they held me they made me feel like a little doll. Wayne actually called me that, his little French doll. They were both very strong men and their arms could completely wrap around me, roll me and toss me around but still they were very gentle with me.

         But making sex with them was good and I had one each night. I thought it might have been threesomes with three couples like that but no we used three rooms and split into pairs each night. I will not compare these men as both were different but very good. They both knew how to make this French girl very happy too. The smile on my face each morning was noted and I got teased about it. I'm just a naturally happy person, I'm sure all the readers will agree.

         The only time we did differently was on the afternoon of the second day. The men and children were outside. Us three girls were talking about the adventures of being in New Zealand. How much fun we had with all the people there.

         Janet asked me, “Did you try with the girls there, Rochelle?”

         “No, I didn’t. Those boys kept me busy,” I laughed.

        They both giggled, knowing exactly what I meant.

        “Have you ever tried?” Raviprabha asked.

        “Only a few times. Only with a close girlfriend. But she moved away and I stopped.”

        “Do you want to with us now?”

        I thought about this. Janet was a strong sexy woman. A bit like Susan from New Zealand in some ways. Raviprabha was a tiny India woman. Both very lovely ladies whom I had grown to like.

       “Ok,” I agreed. 

       The two women took me to the bedroom and began removing my clothes. I found two women doing this to be a lot sexier than I had expected. I don’t know why this should be, maybe the anticipation of what they had planned for me once they got me naked. Yes, with two women working on my clothing it didn’t take them long either. When Ravipradha turned to begin undressing Janet I joined in to help. In this way, all three of us were quickly undressed by the other two.

        We had Ravipradha between us first. The hot little body with her large dark nipples was too tempting to resist. Soon Janet and I had taken one each, sucking away while the woman between us moaned with pleasure. This led to us both taking a turn to lick and eat her hot little pussy. She got a couple of good cums out of that.

       We played with Janet next so she got much the same as Ravipradha had received. Oh, she enjoyed it too and then the two women gave me some fun too. I thought that was going to be the end of it when Raviprabha said she had something for us. She jumped off the bed and run from the room leaving Janet and I looking at each other, wondering what was going on.

       Soon Raviprabha returned, now wearing a belt around her waist with this lovely big cock sticking out in front of her. Oh, that was good. I’d never been fucked like that by a woman. This hot little Indian woman knew how to use it too, giving Janet and me, a good fucking and good orgasms.

       Finally, we were talking about toys, who had the best. It was a surprise that we all had them and could quickly produce them. We lay back on the bed and began to work on our own pussies while watching what the other two were doing. Three more good cums followed as all three of us went off. Then we began playing with each other, taking her toy and doing it for her. Oh, what they did for me then was so good that it left everything else we had done as nothing. I was rolling and bucking on the bad when Raviprabha continued working my pussy with my big red toy while Janet sucked my tits. Oh, the feelings, mind-blowing feelings.

        Suddenly, I opened my eyes and there were three men, our husbands standing there watching us. How long they had been there, I don’t know but they had time to get undressed and their cocks ready for action. The girls moved aside and James came down on me, taking over where they had stopped with the toy. I notice my husband took Janet and Wayne took Raviprabha. Oh did they give us a fucking? They must have liked our show and got nice and horny. After a while, they all swapped so now Wayne was deep in my pussy.

        Yes, that was one really good sex session. One I won’t forget in a very long time.

       After our stay for a few days, they flew us back to the small airport so we could begin our trip back to New Zealand for a few more days until it was time to meet our flights back to France.

Part H - Moving to New Zealand.

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       One of the biggest developments of the trip to New Zealand was meeting a friend of Allan’s father who owned a couple vineyards and winery. Since Marceau was a winemaker we were invited to visit. It was an interesting tour. I had toured wineries in France and witnessed the wine-making process so I knew some things about it.

        Here in New Zealand I quickly noticed it was different. Where in France they had mostly used traditional methods of processing, here there was a lot more machinery. My husband was very impressed with the winery and operations.

       We were in the shop “cellar door” sitting sampling some of their wines. They were very good too. I thought equal to many from France. Then it was told that they wanted to upgrade the market quality of their red wines and were looking for a good winemaker. The idea came up of Marceau and I moving to New Zealand so he could take this job.

       A plan was made to investigate the idea and over the next two weeks, things began to move. When we came back from Australia he had another meeting with them and a job offer was made subject to immigration etc. Marceau and I excepted the idea too.

       Back in France, things began to move quickly. We had to fly to London for an interview and we spent a few days sightseeing in that big city. Marceau applied to come to New Zealand and work in the wine industry and I applied to work in the dairy industry. Both were important industries where New Zealand needed people to work.

       We were in contact with New Zealand too as the process was fast-tracked to get Marceau in New Zealand before the next vintage. Finally, our work permits were granted and we could make plans to move here. First, we had to sell the house so we asked a price that we knew would sell quickly. Then a big container arrived and workmen came to pack all our furniture. We only kept clothes we would take on the aircraft with us.

      We stayed with my parents for two weeks taking the time to make final visits to other friends and family. My mother was not happy for us to go and spoke out against it but I told her it was too late to stop now as everything had been arranged and out container was gone. (She later visited us in New Zealand and realised what a good life it was for us and the children)

      Then came that long trip to New Zealand. Marceau was determined to get here as soon as possible so we didn’t make stops just travelling from plane to plane. By the time we arrived, I was very tired and feeling a bit sick. Being pregnant they rushed me to a doctor but he said the baby was fine and all I needed was to rest.

      Well, a lot of time has gone by since I began this. I have had the baby, another daughter. Then after a few weeks, I began working, just taking three-hour milking shifts. So now we are in New Zealand both doing our jobs. Over the few months, I began doing more and also been taking training from Susan. Now I am signed off for doing the Pit Job, and the Yard Job in the dairy shed. Also qualified to drive a tractor or quad bike.

       I have signed up for farming school and I will be attending with another man who works here. Our class will be every Friday at a place very close to where my husband works so we will travel with him then drive on to our school.

       We have a nice house on the farm here and when our furniture arrived we moved in. It even has a small swimming pool where I am teaching my older daughter to swim. Marceau has a long drive to work each day but they have given him a company car for the purpose. He says there is not a lot of traffic on the country roads and State Highway 16.

       I have established our house and everything is tidy. Since I am working here, the rent is almost free. Just $15 per week taken from my pay each week for insurance and things. We have a small garden and some fruit trees. So now I have planted some vegetables and there will be fruit to pick. I also have some chickens. Never had those before so will be interested in trying to take care of them and getting fresh eggs. I think they like me because they come when I call them into their house each evening and are giving eggs for me.

       So that is my story of how I have come to be here. How this French girl from a city is fast becoming a New Zealand farmgirl. Yes, I know, not so sexy for you naughty boys but I intended it like this. You can find the sexy in other places of this blog. 

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