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A Transforming Trip Ch. 01

By: happy_bloke



'That is a great view'. The Agent was showing us round a few apartments and this one was the best. One of two apartments on the top floor of an L shaped block overlooking the azure blue ocean. We had just flown into St Gilbert having been given the job transfer of a lifetime. No longer would I be getting Northern Line into Bank, I was now going to spend the next six months living on the Cote D'Azure.

My wife and I had rented out our house in North London and moved at short notice down to the South of France. Friends and family were green with envy, and this penthouse apartment, all expenses paid, was the final cherry on the cake. It had a wall of glass overlooking the sea and a large glass fronted balcony. The whole back of the apartment kitchen, lounge and bedrooms was open to the amazing view.

'We'll take it', my wife said without even looking at me. We both knew that this was going to be a fantastic trip.

We moved in later that week, the things that we needed were flown down in a few days and as we climbed the stairs for the last time with the last of our things we were tired and thrilled. It was difficult to believe that we were really going to live here. The sun was setting on the horizon and we slumped down onto chairs on the balcony to admire the view. 

As we sat there in the darkening evening with the lights to our apartment all out and felt the darkness grow around us, in the other penthouse out neighbours arrived home, presumably from an early evening dinner. We had one wing of the L and they the other so while we both looked out to sea, to one side we could also see over their balcony and apartment. 

The decoration and style of the two was very similar, minimalist chrome and glass, wooden floors with no comfy furnishings. Clean and simple. I looked across to the other apartment, a couple had entered their lounge, she was 30 maybe 35. I guess she was 5'4'' dressed in typical French chic, Channel or some such, the classic little black dress. She had long dark hair tied up into a French plait, very nice, very stylish. He was wearing a business suit, but not the Marks and Spencer plain wool. This was classy stuff with an open collar every bit the handsome Monsieur.

They walked into the apartment together, obviously very much attracted to each other. He had his arm around her thin waist she had hers on his shoulder. It was becoming difficult to make them out as the darkening skies closed in, but then she turned on a small light and sat down on the sofa, their faces lit up in the warm glow from the light. It occurred to me that probably they had no idea we were there, as our apartment had been empty for the winter. I said nothing to Clair who was still watching the boats bobbing in the bay.

They sat and chatted, and we sat and chatted, about the future, about what Claire was going to do while we were here. She felt like doing a drawing course, maybe painting. I would be stuck in the bank most of the days but there would be plenty of time for leisure activities, and maybe some sailing.

As the evening continued the couple got closer and more intimate, I didn't think that Claire was watching them but I was curious to see what our new neighbours were like. As Claire was talking about a French course she had looked at, the other woman got up. I was wrong though about Clair not watching too as she stopped talking: obviously waiting to see what they would do next.

Well, I guessed that they had no idea we were there because she reached behind her and slowly undid the zip down the back of her dress. The shoulder straps went loose and she shrugged them off her. The dress slowly slid down her back and onto the floor, as she stepped out of it. I suddenly felt very uncomfortable looking at this woman wearing a black g-string, tights and a very brief black lace bra.

'Er perhaps we should go in' I suggested to Clare hoping not to spoil the moment, although I could feel my cock hardening as I watched her undress.

'Well ... probably' replied Clare, but she didn't get up and in fact turned to watch them intently.

The woman now had gone over to her man and was undressing him, jacket and shirt came off and then she knelt in front of him and undid his trousers. 

'Hmm maybe this could be interesting for me too though' - I was amazed that Clare was enjoying this; she was always a prude in London and certainly never enjoyed watching nudity on TV.

The woman had obviously gone down on her man by this time and we could see her head bobbing up and down on his lap as she obviously sucked on his cock. 'Hmm' Clare was watching with great interest now. The woman then pulled back from the man and we caught sight of his throbbing cock. 'Nice'. I was now pretty aroused myself and could only agree.

The stranger removed her bra and her fantastic tits came out, firm and full 'C' cups I would say, she looked great. Nice big pink nipples, obviously very aroused. She rubbed her nips and then put her thumbs inside her g-string. She slowly pushed them down while her man watched enraptured; we saw from behind as she leant forward to push them from her feet. The lips to her shaved cunt lips flashed between her legs before she stood back up, now naked.

'So are you turned on now honey?' Clare enquired.

'Fuck yes - Shall we go in and have our own party' I suggested.

'Not yet - lets see how they work out'.

She walked over to her man and opening herself wide she sat on his hard cock, ramming it into her cunt. 

They fucked hard and fast, from behind we could see his cock ramming up into her wide open lips. She leant forward and buried his face in her breasts. One of her hands was between her legs, I guess playing with her clit, and eventually she came, her head leaning back as she screamed into the evening air. At the same time he came too and his cock pushed hard into her cunt one last time.

They got up from the sofa and then walked off into the bathroom, one of the few rooms not on view to us. 

'Well quite a view' I remarked.

'Shut up and come inside and fuck me senseless' replied Clare.

We woke late he next morning, naked after the previous evening's fantastic sex. We lay between the white cotton sheets luxuriating in the reflected blue glow from the sea.

'Oh dear' Clare observed 'we are a bit stuck now'.

'Why' I asked.

'Well the neighbours have just taken their coffee out onto the balcony. And we cant get back out of bed and into the bathroom without them seeing us.'

Clare had always been pretty shy and I could see that she would be uncomfortable with the situation.

'Oh you don't need to worry, the windows will just reflect the sea back at them. They wont be able to see in.'.

'Hmm, I'm not too sure' she hesitated.

I stepped out of bed to try and inspire more confidence than I felt, we couldn't stay in bed all day anyway. I really didn't think that they would be able to see me but I felt pretty exposed walking naked to the shower with the woman from the other apartment only 10 metres away and looking straight at me. I wasn't sure but she did seem to follow me with her head as I moved across the room. 'Oh well' I thought it is only quid pro quo really after last night.

After my shower, Clare reluctantly slipped out of bed and quickly skipped in for a shower. I watched her slide into the bathroom and thought what a lucky bloke I am; she is a very attractive woman. 5'4 28' waist, 36B. Nice firm breasts, brown hair cut into a bob and blue eyes. 

'I think I am going to need to get some new clothes'. Clare was dressed now in shorts and a T Shirt. She looked nice for North London but not really dressed for the Med.

'Sure lets do that this morning'. I agreed - nice to look around the town anyway.

'You know this trip could really bring us back together. I think that a few months away from London could be just what we need'.

We had been through a rough patch recently, long hours and stress in my job didn't help and Clare was feeling neglected. In response, I had just gone out more, got drunk, watched the telly. Crap bloke reaction really. Oh well hopefully we could work it through here and pull it all back together.

The trip into town was a lot of fun. I got some stylish beachwear, shorts, shirts and really felt that I was now dressed the part for my new French lifestyle. Clare got a couple of skimpy little dresses that she would never have worn in London. One in particular was a halter neck number in very thin light silk.

She kept it on from the shop and was now walking around town in it, it was low cut and you could just see the start of her breasts in the V-neck. The thin material also gave you a pretty fair idea of where her nipples were. I was very happy walking about town with a beautiful woman dressed like this on my arm.

Finally she said 'I think I need to get a new swimsuit too' - 'Good idea' I replied. Clare had always worn navy speedo swimsuits. Practical for the old Victorian pool we used but not really the thing for the beach here.

We went into this nice little boutique that had some nice lingerie and bikinis in the window. 'Great' I thought 'this is a result'. 

'How about this one?' She was holding up a nice sensible bikini, under-wired top, and pretty comprehensive bottoms. 'Sure nice' I said, to be honest any bikini was a result in my book.

'.. or this one...' this one was really more my thing, one of those halter neck ones that have strings to hold the four triangles in place. 'Wow' I exclaimed 'would you really...'.

'hmm we'll see, maybe I should try it on first'.

She took them to the changing room at the back of the shop, really just a curtain that came across a corner with two mirrors behind it. Clare went in and drew the curtain behind her. I heard her lift the dress over her head, but as she did so her elbow brushed the curtain and knocked it open a little. She didn't seem to notice, but I did. I also noticed that from the back of the shop and with the mirrors I could now see a full 360 view of her undressing.

I wondered 'Should I tell her?' - oh what the hell; the shop was empty, enjoy the show. She was topless trying on the bottoms over her M&S knickers. I enjoyed watching her breasts, feeling my cock growing in my shorts. I really wanted her now, lusting after her round nipples. She put her arms above her head to put the top on and I watched her tits lift into that fantastic shot. She turned around and looked some more in the mirror, checking out her bum, but the knickers were so much bigger than the bottoms it was difficult to tell. 

I watched intently as she thought about it and then slipped off the bottoms. Then I could hardly believe it, she slipped down her knickers. Clare had never been one for shaving her pubic hair, she preferred the natural look, and now I could see the full triangle of brown curly hair in the far mirror. I was almost tempted to go and fuck her there and then, assistant or no. She pulled up the bikini and took another look, she looked great, although her pubes stuck out the edges.

She took it off again and was naked when another couple came into the shop, the woman was looking at some nice lace knickers when the guy walked past me, he glanced across and noticed the same gap through the curtains and the great view of Clare naked. He blew air through his teeth in appreciation; I was suddenly unsure how I felt. On one hand having him eyeing up my naked wife made me angry. On the other hand I was proud to have him look at my beautiful wife. I left it. 

'So did you enjoy the show' she asked when we had left the shop having bought the bikini.

'What?' I replied sheepishly, lets pretend I don't know what she means.

'I saw you looking at me'. 

'Oh well maybe a little'.

'You looked like you were going to explode - don't give me that crap about a little. So anyway did you like the bikini?' she inquired.

'Sure you looked great, but didn't you mind about the gap - I mean you're normally pretty careful about that kind of stuff'. I observed.

'Yes... but I don't know - somehow being here so far from home I don't feel I need to be so careful, I mean no one we know is here, I feel a little more free to relax, besides it is nice to see you turned on by me'.

'Yeah sure, and that guy enjoyed it too...' perhaps I should have kept quiet about him I thought.

'How do you feel about that?' she asked.

'Well I kind of enjoyed it, but I kind of resented it at the same time'.

'Well you can forget that cos I found it a bit of a thrill and I don't have time for any jealousy crap from you'. 

This was much more the London Clare - telling me how it is. I couldn't believe that I was getting a lecture from her about jealousy so I let it drop, who knows this could be fun anyway.

We got back to the apartment after a quick lunch in town, steak and chips in a smart little café on a square. 

The waiter loved chatting with Clare letting her practice her French, especially I suspected the way that her dress hung forwards when she leaned forwards to practice her broken French. I didn't think he could see her nipples but he could see the curve as her breasts came round at the bottom. I was still turned on from the shopping trip and this was becoming hard to bear.

I sat back in the sun and enjoyed the view. My wife seemed to have been transformed in this sunny environment, I couldn't believe my luck. 

When we got home I put on my new shorts and went out onto the balcony. It was time, I felt, to try and get some colour into my pasty white skin. I took a book and sat down on the steamer chairs.

'John' she was shouting from the bedroom.

'Yeah - what's up?'

'Where have you gone? I need your help in here.'

I went into the bedroom and she was holding my shaving cream and a razor. 'I think that I need a hand here, I can't wear my new bikini like this and I don't want to nick myself with the razor, do you think you would like to help?'

She slipped the dress over her head again revealing her swelling breasts; her nipples were already erect. Maybe she was looking forward to this too.

Then she slipped off her knickers and lay down on the bed. She put her hands above her head making her breasts lift again and then opened her legs. I stopped for a moment to admire her beauty. I could see the lips of her cunt opening slightly through her pubes, there was already moisture on her inner lips.

'So how much do you want me to take off' I inquired innocently. My cock was fully erect now, I wanted to fuck her as much as shave her. Maybe after.

'Oh as much as you like'.

Well this was a new decision for me, and one to be savoured. In some ways I liked some hair above the lips, but then I was also curious to try shaving it all off. I didn't know if I would get another chance when she would be so amenable.

I got some scissors and slowly cut the length of the curls all over her front, and then I carefully leant forwards and trimmed the hair on the lips of her cunt. I could see that her juices were flowing now and as I held her skin taught my hand picked some of her juices up on my finger tip. I licked it off, I had always enjoyed the taste of her cunt and this just enraged my lust; later, later I told myself.

I grabbed the shaving foam and sprayed it onto her lips and onto the sides of her pubes. I left a triangle an inch wide at the top, I could remove that later if I fancied it. I then shaved her lips carefully, again holding the skin taught. Finally I sat back and admired the view, nice. I decided to leave the triangle at the front, shaving it all might seem a little too much like 'little girl' look.

Once I had finished off the area around her anus I sat back to admire the view. It turned me on fantastically to see the naked skin around her lips. I leaned forwards and licked her clit. She moaned appreciatively, as I sucked on her more. I ran my tongue forwards and back over her, alternating between arousing her and pushing my tongue into her vagina. It was lovely to feel her smooth skin next to my face rather than her pubes.

When I felt her getting close to cum I stopped and let her relax, then started again. I teased her a few times until she was purring with pleasure. Then I slowly pushed my fingers into dripping cunt. As I pumped my finger into her cunt, I sucked hard on her clit and ran my tongue over her fast. She screamed hard as she came, and I felt her cunt spasm tightly round my fingers.

'God that was great - fuck me hard'.

I moved up onto her pushing my cock hard into her, she moaned again and again as I pressed back and forth over her. She put her finger down over to her clit and came again as I fucked her hard. I could feed the naked lips of her cunt close around my dick as she screamed out again. Unable to keep it back any longer I too came, pumping her full of my cum.

'I love the way that it feels' she said ' I can feel your cock so close next to my skin, I should have done this ages ago.'

'You know I would really fancy another orgasm though, perhaps with your mouth.' I wasn't too sure really, sucking her cum filled cunt. 'Oh I see' she figured 'so you like it when the cum is in my mouth, but not yours eh! - get on your back'.

I obeyed; her new found sexual dominance was a turn on in itself. She straddled her cunt over my face and lowered her clit back over my mouth. As she did this, some of my cum dripped out of her vagina and into my mouth, I tasted the salty cum mixed in with her juices. She pressed down and covered my mouth with her cleanly shaved lips. I sucked her off again and as she came she wiped the mixture of fluids all over my face. 

We lay naked together and relaxed, she licked some of it off my face, before we went off to shower together.

The following afternoon we were sitting out on the balcony, I was in my new shorts, she was in her new bikini. I was still turned on by her new look, especially after our recent exertions. Her top was very skimpy and either side of the small triangles of material the curves of her breasts were a great turn on. The bottom barely covered her ass and you could clearly make out the lips of her cunt through the material.

The woman next door came out onto the balcony and looked across at us, obviously surprised she waved and shouted a welcome in French. We shouted thanks back, before she settled down onto the sun lounger. She was in a pretty nice bikini of her own, I tried to look away, somewhat unsuccessfully. Clare looked across at me, and tutted light heartedly, she was somewhat tolerant of my being a bloke.

I turned back to my book, however in the distance I saw as our neighbour removed her bikini top and started putting sun cream on her uncovered tits. Clare was watching my face intently and I fought gamely to continue reading. It was somewhat difficult to do so however with a very nearly naked woman sitting a few metres in front of me. 

'Perhaps darling, you would rather swap places'. Clare suggested.

'I agree, perhaps it would be for the best'. I concurred. I got up and moved around. While I could make her out in my peripheral vision I couldn't look in detail without turning to see, and I knew that this risked a smack around the head. Clare however was sitting looking directly at her.

'What do you think about going topless?' She inquired.

'I try not to really, I am happy enough with our new found life without pushing my luck'. I replied.

'I might try it - just on the balcony here. It's just that I am getting lines all over my front and what with all my nice new dresses it will be a shame. No one much will see except the nice lady next door, and you. What do you think?'

'Well darling speaking as a bloke, I would be delighted to see you take your top off any time you like, as you know I think you have the perfect breasts and would be delighted to admire them any time.'


A Transforming Trip Ch. 01



She reached behind her back and slowly undid the knot at the back, I saw the strings fall to the side and the two triangles relaxed falling away from her breasts. 'Wow I said - are you sure?'

'What's up darling? Not coming over jealous are you'.

'Not at all'

She put her hands behind her neck and slowly pulled the string to undo the bow that was holding the remaining pieces in place. The top slowly slipped down onto her flat stomach, as her naked breasts were exposed to the sun. I felt my erection growing and she looked down to my shorts to gauge my reaction.

'Do you like that?' she asked. 'Fantastic'. I replied.

No longer could I read my book, I sat there in ecstasy admiring my beautiful wife lying with her beautiful round tits open to the air. She was smiling quietly to herself enjoying the effect she was having on me. I guess there was no harm in it anyway as she said the only one who could see was the French girl and she had gone back inside anyway.

I wondered what had come over her. She had never let anyone see her topless previously, she always refused to get changed in shared changing rooms either in shops or pools. Now she was sitting there with the sun shining down onto her naked top with as huge grin on her face.

From behind I heard the doorbell go, it was a surprise, as no one knew us here. I went to investigate. As I opened the door I saw the couple from next door. The bloke was holding a bottle of champagne and the woman was wearing a gown over her bikini, carrying some flowers. They were grinning madly as I greeted them in my basic French but they seemed pleased that an Englishman could speak French at all.

I wondered exactly what the best thing to do was. On one hand I should invite them in, on the other Clare was lying topless on the balcony. I couldn't really believe that she would want to have a strange bloke come round and check her out. I decided to play for time.

'Darling look, the neighbours have dropped round'. I shouted across to warn her. 'Wouldn't it be great to invite them in.'

'Sure, bring them through' she replied. I assumed that she was all covered up by now, so I invited them in. I showed the coupled through and did some initial introductions, they were called Veronique and Pascal. I felt a little uncomfortable having watched them make love two days previously, but they seemed really nice. As we walked out onto the balcony, Clare came forward to greet them, but I was gob-smacked to see that she was still topless. 

She came forward dressed just in a brief pair of bikini bottoms with her breasts bobbing up and down and her nipples sticking out showing how aroused she was. Veronique looked somewhat surprised but was smiling broadly, Pascal looked completely delighted. He kissed her on both cheeks, and I couldn't help but notice that his hand 'clipped' her breast as he released her from his embrace. As I watched her in amazement at her new found bold nudity, she winked wickedly at me. I smiled back to show that I was happy enough at the situation.

We went out onto the balcony and Clare and Veronique sat down on the sun-loungers. They were getting on really well, chatting about the apartments and the best boutiques in town. Then my heart stopped as Veronique slipped her gown over her shoulders and lay back in the sun, she and Clare were now both sitting a metre from me, neither wearing more that a scrap of material.

Veronique's breasts were slightly larger than Clare's but they both looked fantastic, I checked them out and could see Pascal doing the same. I turned away to open the champagne and to clear my mind from lusting after the two beautiful women. Pascal came through to help with the glasses. 

'You have a very beautiful wife'. He observed. 'Thank you, you do too'.

We grinned at each other acknowledging, I suppose, that we each fancied one another's wife, and that we were both comfortable with how it was.

'So what are you doing in St Gilbert exactly?' I explained how I had been seconded here for Briggs Brothers Bank to handle a special client resident here that needed a lot of 'special hand holding'. 

'Oh what a coincidence, you must be the guy from London coming down to help us work on this'. It turned out that Pascal and Veronique were from the Paris office of the same bank as me, and that we were all here to work on the same project'. I guess it wasn't huge coincidence that we had been offered adjoining apartments as the firm had appointed the same agent to find them for us.

So now I had to decide whether sitting with my new work colleagues semi-naked, in some ways it was too late, but anyway I decided we were only here for a while and it was only a bit of fun. Anyway there was no telling Clare once she was going in a particular direction and it sounded like she and Veronique were getting on pretty well. So I opened the champagne and passed them round. I sat back on the sun lounger and relaxed, what ever happened from here was a huge step forward from our previous life. I could hardly wait to discover what the future held. For the moment there was the great view, and I didn't mean the sunset.



A Transforming Trip Ch. 02



The two girls sat on the balcony, topless both with erect nipples, fully aware that their husbands were closely observing them. Clare, my wife had yellow bikini bottoms with just a string connecting the two triangles at the front and back. Veronique's black bikini bottom had a much briefer back, almost a G String.

They had started off lying back and showing off their breasts, but then Clare had sat forward and now she sat cross-legged, with her straight back. The material at the front of her bikini was only an inch wide as it covered the lips of her pussy and I could see a darker patch. She was aroused by her naked breasts, I watched as she looked round at Pascal, asked him a question and then studied his reaction to see how he looked at her. She was obviously enjoying his attention; he had a huge grin on his face too and was enjoying her flirty showing off.

Veronique was smiling too, she could see what Clare was up to and obviously decided that she would give her a bit of competition. She too leaned forward, crossed her legs in front of her, turning to face me. As she did so she opened her legs and the lips of her pussy opened under her bikini. Where the material got thinner it slipped into the lips of her opening and the full lips of her pussy popped around the side.

'So' she said 'you are here to work with us in the bank. What do you know about this project for this client?'

I wondered whether I could continue a normal conversation with her while she was obviously showing off so much of her sex.

'Well I know they are an important client, that they are buying some new property in this area and that they wanted some bank representatives to manage a number of large transactions.'

She looked down at her bikini and pulled the material back out of her pussy, pulling it away from her body and exposing her lips to me. She watched my eyes study her intently.

'I think that this client is a gangster; I think there is something strange with these deals. Until last year they were just a small company, running a few hotels and resorts. Then these Russians came in and took them over. Suddenly they have tens of millions to spend. Where is it from?' I tried to concentrate away from her fingers, which she was running back and forwards over the lips of her pussy. Touching herself through the thin material of her bikini. I was deeply aroused and she could easily see my erection through my shorts. Clare was trying equally hard to impress Pascal; she was playing with one of her hard nipples with one hand as they chatted about art courses in the area.

We chatted a bit about the client and their changed trading behaviour, it did sound unusual. I would have to look into it in detail tomorrow.

'Well' said Veronique finally 'we have to be going. Thank you for an interesting evening. We need to be getting back though as I desperately need to finish something off.' I wondered whether she was referring to work, or to her needing to fuck Pascal.  

They got up and walked through to the door, Veronique took Clare by the shoulders and pulled her towards her. I saw their breasts slide together as she kissed her on both cheeks. I kissed Veronique, as Clare pressed her naked tits into Pascal's chest. I was desperate to fuck her now, having watched her flirting so openly with Pascal, seeing her tease him made me want her even more.

Once they had left Clare came over to me and kissed me on the mouth, her tongue forcing itself into my mouth. She took my hand and pulled me through into the bedroom. She turned on the lights and sat down on the bed. 'So how did you feel about me flirting with Pascal' she inquired. 'It was a huge turn on' I observed, 'I guess I liked it cos I was there and so wasn't worried that anything was going to happen'.

'How did you feel about Veronique showing off to me' I asked

'Hmmm, I didn't really like it, but it made me very competitive to attract your attention, and keep Pascal's' 

'You girls...' I said. Her reply came straight back 'Well anyway they are gone now, so fuck me.'

She slipped off her bikini bottoms and came forward to undo the button on my shorts. She pulled down my shorts and took my erect cock in her mouth, there was pre-cum on the tip and she licked it off and made an appreciative 'Mmmm'. 'You know darling that with the lights on Pascal and Veronique can see right in here. Remember how we watched them two nights ago. Are you sure you want to be their floorshow?'

'Oh I don't care' she replied 'I like Pascal and I quite like the risk, it turns me on. Besides I am sure they are back in their own bed now anyway having great sex'. 

She pulled away and laid on her front, she lifted up her ass and put her hand down to her clit. I could see the lips of her pussy beckoning to me with her finger running over her clit and around the lips. She pulled her bare hairless pussy lips open and invited me inside 'Fuck me hard' she begged. I moved up behind her and put my dick right up to her opening, slowly rubbing the tip around the lips. I can see the juices running out of her pussy. 'Now now, come inside me now' she was really desperate.

I put my hands on her hips and pulled her hard towards me. My cock slipped straight into her and she gasped with satisfaction at the sudden pleasure, 'Oh yes'. I moved her back and forwards as she moaned appreciatively 'harder' she begged. I pushed deep into her, harder and harder I could feel it right up inside her. We came together and she screamed out with joy. 

She lay back on the bed, on her back and put her hands above her head, she was hot and sweaty from the sex but had a real glow of satisfaction. 'Wow that was great' she exclaimed. I lay down beside her and put my head on her naked breasts. 'Do you want one final orgasm' I asked, knowing that she normally liked to cum at least a couple of times. 'Mmmm, that would be nice'. I put my finger to her wet clit and started rubbing back and forward. Then I looked out on the balcony next-door, Veronique and Pascal standing having a cigarette and probably watching us out of the side of their eyes although they weren't facing towards us.

'Did you see them there' I asked. 'Yes,' she noted 'they have been there for a minute.'

'And...' I asked. 

'Oh its only them, I think of them as friends now. They can't see much from over there anyway. It seems strange thinking back to our old life, but here everyone goes topless on the beach it seems more natural. I don't want the French to think of us Brits as a bunch of prudes. Besides closing the shutters seems very unnatural just for a quick fuck.'

I however suddenly felt pretty exposed; I had never let any woman see my cock unless I had been sleeping with her. But I did feel turned on by having been watched, how I would feel tomorrow when I saw them in the bank though, I wasn't too sure.

Well the next day came along soon enough. I got up and put my suit on and went into the office. The office was a flash new building, black granite, two very classy blonds on the front desk. My new shoes clicked on the very shiny floor as I got into the lifts, a pretty girl jumped in just as it was leaving making the lift door jump back just as it was closing.

I pressed the button for the top floor where the high net worth client department was and turned to ask her which floor she wanted. She was going to the 10th floor too and smiled back at me. I looked down at my shoes, suddenly feeling a little self-conscious with this French beauty, looking at my suit and tie wondering what her critical chic French eyes would think of it. 

I couldn't help but see the reflection off the floor; you could just catch a glimpse up her skirt of stocking tops, black lace, very sexy to my eyes. I immediately looked up hoping that she hadn't seen where I was looking. It would bad to get a reputation on my first day. I tried to look elsewhere but with mirrored walls everywhere I looked, it looked like I was studying her whatever I did. I started humming nervously and smiled lightly at her. She smiled back again and maintained eye contact. Just as I was starting to feel very uncomfortable, the lift arrived and I stepped out.

I was shown into my new office, a fantastic dual aspect corner office overlooking the steep hills. I was amazed, even the directors in London only got dark broom cupboards and here I was lording it about. 

Just as I sat down trying out my new chair, when someone came into the office, I looked up and saw the pretty girl from the lift come into my new office. 

'Hello' she said 'I am Isabelle Ducrois, I have been appointed by the Raskolovics to act as the intermediary between the bank and them. I speak English, French and Russian and I have been working with them with the new plans for the new purchases.' These guys were the Russians that I have come down to keep an eye on, and make sure the bank wasn't taking any undue risks.

'I see' I said 'I am William Banes', I was a bit taken aback at having an intermediary come to work with me without anyone asking whether I wanted it. 

She sat down opposite me and started explaining about what she had been doing and what the Raskolovics were trying to achieve with the new deals. She sat back into the chair and her skirt rode higher up her thighs, the tops of her stockings were just showing above the top of her skirt. I tried to maintain eye contact and ignore what she had on display. 

She explained that they had a payment coming in at the end of the month for 20 million euros that they were planning on investing locally and that they were hoping to settle it through our accounts before the payments were cleared. 

'It is hot in here' she remarked and slipped her jacket off her shoulders. She was wearing a thin white linen blouse under the jacket. It was pretty see-through and underneath it she was wearing some kind of lacy camisole. I tried not to look too closely at it but it was difficult not to be aroused by the combination of linen and lace. I could only see one thin strap going over her shoulder and I wondered whether she was wearing a bra under the blouse.

I started looking through the documents associated with the payment to check the various exchange transfer laws had been complied with and Isabelle came over to look through them. She leaner forwards to check though some of the details and the blouse fell forward in front of her. I fought the urge to look but couldn't help it as I glanced up to see the small breasts pushing at the thin lace top. I could easily make out the pert nipples pushing though the white material like two small pink cones. She seemed not to notice the show she was giving as she sat back into her chair with one of the contract documents and started reading it. 

Once again I tried to get back to work, there were a lot of documents to read in a short time and we would be hard pressed to get through it all in the few days between now and the payment date. I asked her what she made of the Raskolovics and their business practices, as this payment seemed to be coming in almost at random, and the assets they were transferring it into were unconventional to say the least.

She sat back into the chair once again, letting her skirt ride higher up her thighs, I was sure that she new exactly what she was doing as I saw her check out her legs as I watched her. Then she uncrossed her legs showing off more stocking top, and re-crossed them. As she moved her leg across she clearly showed a flash of lace knickers. I smiled but repeated the question. 'Well they do have an unconventional business style but they pay very well and personally I need the money.' She replied. I was a little concerned, she was obviously going to be on their side in any negotiations and I decided to keep our decisions within the bank.

Just then Pascal came in and I greeted him warmly, he took a long look at Isabelle; drinking in the view and then gave me a grin, as if to say 'Wow - lucky you'. I asked Isabelle to leave for a few minutes.

'Pascal, I have been looking at these deals that the Raskilovics are making and they look pretty questionable to me. What do you think?' I inquired.

'Sure they seem a little unconventional to me, but then the bank is making huge fees from the deals so to some degree who cares. So long as they aren't illegal we have been told to keep them sweet.'

'You see Isabelle, I am sure they have picked her as an intermediary to keep us sweet, I mean she is hardly dressed for business'

'Yes I noticed that too, but hey lets enjoy it, if they want a pretty girl around the place then that is fine by me.' 

I thought about it and thought he was probably right; I was just being a bit up tight as I had come from the high-pressure environment in London. Probably business was just a lot more relaxed and fun here anyway. And anyway I had been old to keep the Raskolovics sweet at all costs, and Isabelle was their choice.

I met Clare for lunch and told her a few of the details, I mentioned Isabelle although not the specifics of how she looked, or how lightly she dressed, I remembered how Clare had been recently in London and didn't need the grief.

'So what have you been up to this morning?' I asked 'Well I have found an artists cooperative up in the hills about 2 km out of town, they do a great oil painting course. I spoke with the guy that runs it and they have a couple of spare places. I am going to start tomorrow.'

'Sounds great' I replied 'how much does it cost?'

'Well that is the great thing about the place, as it is a cooperative, everyone just mucks in and helps so the fees are only for the teacher and the materials really. It is only going to be 100 euros a term.'

'Sounds even better'

'There is only one thing' she said 'Yes?' I asked

'Well everyone has to muck in to help out with something, so I have to help out too. There are a couple of options open at the moment, either I have to work on the reception desk on Wednesday...'

'Doesn't sound too bad, a bit dull perhaps'

'or they do have a slot to model for the life drawing class for an hour a week'.

'So what does that involve exactly?' I had an idea that I knew this, but I couldn't believe that Clare would seriously be thinking about it.

'Well... it is just modelling really. You know. Except well.'

'Yes'

'Nude'.

'You aren't seriously suggesting that you might do this are you?' I asked

'Well its better than sitting on the reception desk all day, and well I have seen the class and it looked OK'.

'But there will be a room of blokes staring at your naked body'

'Most of the class are women actually, and it is very un-sexual, they are really just looking at it as a piece of art, the lines, the shading. There isn't time for them to go lusting after you.'

'Clare, I am not happy about this at all. I mean two days ago you were just a normal London girl with a perfectly normal sense of decency, now you have suddenly taken this new persona, surely a trip abroad cant have changed you that much.'

'Oh stop being so jealous. You aren't my keeper you know. You should be more open minded, the artists there are really nice and made me very welcome. It isn't like you and your mates going to that Rhino strip joint in London'.

Now I was in trouble, she had found out about that drunken trip from one of my blabber-mouth friends and it had triggered a two week strop from her. I had had to invest in a significant quantity of new furniture of her choosing to keep her sweet after that one. I knew that arguing now would only make it worse anyway as her position would only become more entrenched.

'So when is your first session' I asked.

'Well they desperately need someone for this evening at 5.30pm. Their normal model has come down with a cold. So if I call them up this afternoon and volunteer then they won't have to cancel it.' I was surprised that it was so soon.

'So you have made up your mind then?' I demanded angrily. She obviously didn't really care what I thought.

'Oh come on stop being so silly, it will just be a bit of fun, and it is good to try and help them out. I have done these courses at college and it really isn't like you think. Why don't you come along and check it out?'

Reluctantly I agreed to take her that evening after work. I was confused and angry as I went back to the office, I had quite enjoyed her mucking about on the balcony for me, but undressing for a group of blokes I had never met was another thing altogether. I couldn't help noticing however that I was slightly aroused as I thought about it. 

I spent the afternoon reading more documents and discussing the details of the deal with some colleagues back in London. I was coming round to the 'live and let live' idea, and anyway having Isabelle coming in and out of the office flashing her stockings and lacy camisole every now and again was very pleasant.

At 5pm Clare rang up from reception and I went down to meet her, I took the hire car from the underground car park and drove up into the hills. The class was being given in an old stone farmhouse, a red roof and crumbling stone walls. We walked in through the huge oak wooden door, and saw the other side of the room was a fantastic glass wall over looking the hills. 

Pierre that ran the place came over and kissed Clare on both cheeks, shaking my hand. It was like they were old friends already. He was in his 40s and had the old leathery skin of someone that had been working outside with manual labour for a few years. 

'Please come through here' he said. 'The class will start in 5 mins, if you would like to get changed into your dressing gown in the office then that would be fine'. 'Oh I didn't bring a dressing gown' said Clare.

'No problem' said Pascal 'it is probably better for next time, but it doesn't really matter'.

'OK so what's next' asked Clare.

'Well you will be there' he motioned to a chair in the middle of the room, 'so when the class has arrived you just come in and take your position. We will do two 10 minute poses plus one 15 min one at the end. I will help position you for each pose.'

The class arrived in dribs and drabs. As Clare said most were women, some students in their teens and twenties, some retired. There were also a handful of blokes, arty types. I was hoping they were more interested in each other than Clare.

'Whenever you are ready' said Pierre.

Clare walked out into the middle of the room, she was wearing an old dress from London, knee length and high necked, I smiled at the thought that she had covered up so much and now was going to bare all. It seemed madness.

She put her hands up behind her neck and pulled the zip down her back. The material of the dress went slack as the dress slipped from her shoulders a bit. She looked across at me, and smiled, I wondered if her stomach had the same feeling of excitement that mine did. Then she slipped the dress off her shoulders stepped out of it and laid it across a nearby chair. She was now wearing just a bra and panties, plain white cotton very sensible but definitely not sexy, the kind that she wore back home all the time.

She reached behind her back and slowly unclipped the bra, staring into my eyes. I could see now that there was fear in them as the reality of what she was doing hit home. She hesitated a moment with her hands behind her back, perhaps deciding whether she could really go through with it. Pierre coughed quietly, I wondered whether any of his models had ever backed out at this stage.

Clare let go of the bra straps and let them fall to her sides, she was looking ever more nervous and I thought about walking over to tell her to stop, but then she shrugged off the shoulders and exposed her beautiful breasts. Her nipples were hugely aroused and I wondered whether it was from fear, or if she was actually enjoying it. The class looked up at her, each studying the lines of her body, I felt very uncomfortable that these men were studying her so closely, but couldn't deny that there was an element of arousal too.




A Transforming Trip Ch. 02



Clare was looking around, and Pierre went over to talk to her, I heard her ask whether perhaps that was enough. She was obviously feeling quite uncomfortable and I could well imagine why. I walked over too.

'I am not sure I can do this' she said to us.

'You have to try' said Pierre.

'It is too much to be completely naked in front of them. I can't let them see me naked' she was whispering. I could see she was very scared.

'Please don't let us down' said Pierre. 'OK we will start off like this, and perhaps in a few minutes you will feel more confident'.

'OK' said Clare and I walked back.

Pierre got Clare to sit on the chair in her knickers in a reclined position, legs together and arms relaxed, and the class began drawing. I was impressed how quickly some of them could draw in the initial lines, and how they could capture the beauty of my wife's naked form so accurately. It was true that for them it was not a sexual thing, but I could not help but be turned on by my wife's naked breasts being studied, drawn and reproduced by a group of 30 people.

At the end of the ten minutes, Pierre went over to Clare and asked her how she felt. She looked a lot more relaxed and smiled across at me again. I was relieved that this was not going to be a problem for her. I was surprised however when she lifted her arms and put the thumbs inside the elastic of her knickers, she was obviously thinking about whether she could take them off in front of all these people. She hesitated again and I could see she was unconfident. I walked over to talk to her.

'You don't have to if you don't want to, I am sure they could survive with you wearing them' I said.

'I know, but I feel like I am letting them down' she replied. 'What will you think of me if I take them off, will you still love me.'

'Of course' I insisted, although I wasn't sure how I would feel. I was already having pangs of jealously as I looked around at the blokes studying her naked breasts.

She pushed her arms down and stared into my eyes, there was a mixture of fear and excitement in her eyes. 'I love you' she said as her knickers slid down her thighs, over her knees and down onto the floor.

I looked down at her naked in front of me, her pussy was still shaved except for a thin triangle above her lips. I felt my erection grow as I looked at her beautiful body and walked slowly back to the chair in the back where I had been waiting. She was still standing with her back to the class and I waited as she slowly turned to face them. You could see her well-formed muscles in her legs and chest, her flat stomach. All that money and time spent in the gym was certainly paying off now as she looked fantastic. I felt a huge pride to think that this beautiful woman was my wife, that these people could come to appreciate her too.

Pierre firstly got her to stand next to the chair, arms by her sides and feet flat on the floor. I walked around looking at the pictures, some people were drawing all of her body, some just studying parts. One of the male artists had been studying her top, he was drawing in the shading around her collar bone when I was watching him, then he moved down and drew in the line of her breast, shaded in the area below it and then slowly drew in her erect nipple. He studied her breast again and then changed the detail, her breasts swelled out of the picture as I watched.

Finally Pierre got her to put one foot onto the chair and lay her head back so that her hair fell down behind her back. He made her move a her leg away from the other so that for half the class, the lips of her pussy were open slightly and you could see the tip of her inner lips in between them. Her arms were raised behind her head and lifted her breasts in the way that she knew drove me mad with desire. She grinned back at me, obviously more relaxed now. I couldn't believe that she was standing there in front of all these people in such an obviously provocative manner. I was deeply aroused now, but could see that the artists were working hard to reproduce her beauty, not really taking in the sexual part of it.

At the end of it, Clare quickly slipped the dress back on grabbing her underwear and said 'Come on lets go' I wasn't sure if she was angry or just tired. Pierre ran out after her.

'Excuse me Clare' he shouted 'can I have a moment.'

'Sure' she turned to face him. 'What is it?'

'Umm, I guess you won't want to come back again. You found it too hard.'

'Oh no' she replied 'I will come back don't worry. I got used to it by the end, don't worry.'

We went back to the flat, she was obviously emotionally exhausted by the experience, but she had an air of confidence and satisfaction too. I knew that this was trip was starting to change her, she was happier and radiant here. It could only get better from here on.



A Transforming Trip Ch. 03



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'So how did you feel as you undressed there in front of those 30 people?' I asked Clare my wife as we lay in bed later that evening.

'Well, at first I thought it would be fine. When I took off my dress it seemed like a bit of fun. I thought I was going to enjoy it. Then suddenly as I undid my bra it hit home, I looked out and saw this guy watching me and realised that he was looking at me in my bra, and normally I would have been uncomfortable about him catching a glimpse of my bra. And instead of covering it up, I was taking it off'. She observed.

'I suddenly wondered how I managed to get there. I think part of it was a challenge to myself, and in some ways I wanted to please Pierre, as they were desperate for a new model. And then you told me not to and then I had to; just to show you.' She continued.

'Then I took off my bra and I felt incredibly exposed, I could see all these people looking at my breasts and not just casually, they were studying them and I felt like I wanted to run away and not have them look at me. I didn't want to be the centre of attention, and the thought of taking off my knickers was just too much.'

'Then I sat there and I could feel my heartbeat going so fast, I kept catching their eyes as they looked at me, I could see them gazing at my breasts and nipples and then I suddenly felt excited again. And I was enjoying it a little; in some ways it is nice to have everyone looking at you. I felt a little powerful, I could see a little envy in the eyes of the other women and admiration too. Perhaps they were just admiring my bravery.'

'At the end of the 10 minutes I knew that he would ask me to undress completely and once again my heart was going really fast, and I stood up and all of a sudden it came back to me that I was going to take off my knickers in front of 30 people, that they would see my pubic hair; and they would see that I was shaved and the lips of my pussy. I mean if I had been covered with hair then I would have felt better, but as I am, with no hair there, they can see everything.'

'What does it say about me as well, what does it say that I shave the lips of my pussy; it tells them that I am having sex with you, it is letting them see that I am owned by a man and that I let him have his way with me. It says a lot about me. It makes me feel like a porn star, which maybe is nice when it is for you, but not when it is for them. Then I thought that you might think I was slut, that you might not love me anymore.' 

Before you there were only two boyfriends that had seen me nude, and one of them only once, there aren't even any women that had seem me nude since I was 16 in school showers. Now I was about to let them study every aspect of my body, breasts, pussy, the lot and I didn't even know them. I didn't know their names and they would know the most intimate secrets of my body.'

'I was really worried that you had told me not to, and now I had gone against your views just to show you who was the boss. But I looked around and the students were all waiting and I thought back to when I was an art student and how I had taken it for granted that people undressed for me. I didn't think of them as a sexual object, just as a piece of art really, and I felt that I owed it to give something back. Then you said you would still love me and I felt reassured that I was doing the right thing.'

'So I just went and did it, as I pushed down my knickers I felt this huge wave of excitement and love for you, for coming here and letting me do this to prove myself. As I stood there completely naked it felt quite natural really and I started to relax about it. I couldn't understand what I had been worried about, the students looked at me really seriously and no one was lusting after me, well except you anyway. I started to get a little aroused by you, and I was watching you looking at me and at the pictures and I could see you were getting aroused. I could feel my pussy getting a little wet.'

'But when Pierre came over the third time, it was another shock, I mean, standing naked with your legs together and your arms by your side is a bit different to standing with your leg up on a chair, with at least two men sitting there studying the details of your inner lips. When you have your breasts held in the sexiest way possible, it is different again. I suddenly felt as though I was a sex goddess, I felt all powerful, well the men were definitely different now, I thought that they wanted me, and I really liked it somehow, as an abstract idea. Not like I wanted them to fuck me, but I wanted them to desire me. I saw you lusting after me and I just wanted you so much I was desperate for you to take me and hold me and fuck me.'

'So do it. Now.'

We made love, long and slow, she came three times then got on top of me slowly moved up and down, bringing me to a huge climax. Finally we lay naked together looking out into the bay, talking over the evening and our new lives. She was very content, we were living in a fantastic flat and she was already feeling a member of a new community at the art school.

The next morning I went back into the office feeling very content, it was all working out well. I was reading through the latest details of the Raskolovics' deal that was happening at the end of the month. They had just increased the amount that was being transferring in to 25 million and they were now planning on buying a new yacht as well as the new hotel.

Isabella came in for a chat, she was in a very nice silk blouse and a tight pencil skirt. The skirt had a slit right up the side, and was showing off stocking tops once again. I smiled at her and she greeted me with a huge smile back. 'The Russians are having a big party tomorrow night, they asked me to ask you come along. It is going to be in the big casino in town, it will be a pretty good show. You can bring your wife along too, she will enjoy it.'

'Sure' I said 'that would be great.' I needed to keep in with the Russians and anyway I thought that Clare would like to meet some new people. Anyway Clare loved to go dancing and I knew that she would never forgive me if I said no.

Isabelle came up to me and leaned forwards, 'you will enjoy it, too' she whispered 'if you wanted to we could slip away for a few minutes while we are there, I could give you a little treat.' I was immediately turned on by her offer, but embarrassed too. 'No, you don't understand' I stammered, 'I am very happily married, that really wouldn't be appropriate.' 

'Oh come on' she said 'it would just be a bit of fun, you know you would like it.' 

'No really' I laughed. She came closer and I felt her small breast press against my arm. I could smell her perfume, 'Oh well, we will see. I have seen how you look at me, you know you want me. You will see tomorrow night that you will want to.' I decided that I would need to be careful tomorrow night, and stay off too much alcohol. She was right I did kind of want her.

I phoned Clare that afternoon, and told her about the party, she was really excited. 'Oh great, we can go and buy a nice party dress this evening. I will meet you in Gallerie Du Champs at 6pm. They have some lovely evening dreses'. 

'OK that will be nice.' I said, I thought to myself that it could be quite fun choosing a new evening dress for Clare and I needed a dinner jacket for myself. 

We met up outside my office, Clare was wearing a pretty nice new dress anyway. It was a red cotton pattern with thin straps over her shoulders. The front was quite low cut and you could see the line of her breasts. It was pretty obvious that she wasn't wearing a bra and I stood back to admire her. It came in at the waist and then there was a short flirty skirt that stopped a few inches above the knee. 

'You look great' I admired 'you could just wear that.' 

'No, I want a new dress, something fun, black maybe.'

We went into the department store and took the lift up to the second floor. We walked around the department and Clare picked a few little black numbers off the shelves, plus a little red dress. I liked the look of the dresses. She went off into the changing room to try them out.

When she came out she was wearing a beautiful black dress, it was made of a glittery black material that was just a little see through. The front opened down to a few centimetres above her navel with a thin strap holding it in place near the base of her breasts. I could just make out the two round darker patches through the thin sparkly black top. When she turned side ways you could see the side and bottom of her breasts. She gave a little spin and the skirt span out and I caught a glimpse of her knickers under her tights.

'What do you think?' she asked.  

'Fantastic' I replied. 'Hmm' she thought to herself 

'You don't think it is too revealing?' she asked.

'Oh I didn't think that bothered you anymore. After yesterdays full expose, I would have thought that a flash of breast would fine.'

'Well yes, but no. It is all about time and place.'

'Well it is a party in a private room at a casino, I bet there will be a few other skimpy dresses.'

'In your dreams.' She observed.

She went back into the dressing room, and I looked around. There was some very sexy lingerie around too that I liked the look of. Maybe another day I thought.

'So how about this one?' Clare was back out in the next dress.

This one was an extremely tight red satin gown, the neck line was two triangular patches that only just came over her nipples, leaving the rest of her breasts completely exposed. The halter neck went around her neck and the back was cut very low, so it only just came above her ass. The skirt was long and went down to near her ankles but had a slit that came right up to her thighs.

'Well that it nice too, but I don't think that it really shows a lot less.'

'No but it is nice, isn't it. Next one.'

Well the next one was really just a super tight black stocking dress, it wasn't low cut or short but it was less decent for other reasons. It was fairly see through and I could clearly see her nipples. I looked down and I could also clearly see her black knickers.

'So what are you supposed to wear under this exactly?' I inquired with a grin.

'Hmm, maybe it would be better with no knickers you think'.

Incredibly, she went back into the changing room and removed her knickers, so now she was just wearing the see through dress and a pair of sheer tights. She came out of the changing room smiling.

'Well is this better?'

I checked her out, while I could no longer see her knickers, I am sure that I could just about make out her pubic hair under her tights. It wasn't really that different to her standing there naked. A couple looking at other dresses nearby looked at Clare and the bloke smiled as he looked at her, I saw his eyes look over her breasts, then down to her pussy. He looked surprised at all that he could see.

'I am not sure this is the effect you are looking for.' I observed. 'Sexy and nice for home, but I am not sure I want you wandering around in front of my colleagues in it.'

'How about if I just shaved the hair?' she asked.

'No really, I think it is too much', I could hardly believe that she was considering going out in a dress that effectively showed her complete naked body, however much it was subtly covered by sheer material.

'Yes' she agreed 'perhaps it is a bit too much.'

She bought the first dress, and some nice new sheer knickers with a string back. I walked out with a big smile and a huge erection.

Next day dawned, and I was back in the office. Pascal came up to me.

'So have you been asked to the Raskolovics' party' he observed. 'You should know that they are a bit wild, there will be drugs there. You should be careful'.

I wondered exactly what he could mean, I mean in London there were often parties with bankers and I was sure that there were drugs there too.

'Are you coming with Veronique?' I inquired.

'Oh yes, don't get me wrong it will be fun, just it can get a bit raucous as the night goes on, those Russians know how to party.' 

'Do you think that Clare will be OK coming along?' 

'Well so long as she is tolerant of exotic dancers and the like, I don't know but I think they hire a few pros to keep the atmosphere highly charged.' He observed.

That morning I also got a call from London telling me that the latest transfer was going to trigger some money laundering checks, and that they wanted me to call in the Raskolovics for a quick chat, just to confirm what assets had been sold to raise the cash. I smelt trouble, I had a feeling that they might not like being checked out too much.

I called in Isabelle and asked her to contact them and ask them in for a chat, she accepted demurely and turned to go. 

'I am looking forward to the party.' She whispered.

'Look Isabelle, my wife is coming too, and I don't want any trouble, so please don't get up to anything tonight'.

'OK if you are sure' she turned back to go again.

I thought to myself that it was important not to have too much to drink at the party.

Later that afternoon the meeting with the Raskolovics did not go too well. As I had expected they were somewhat taken aback about being asked for details about the payment and they were not happy. They talked in Russian for a few minutes before coming back with a reply.

'We will supply you with the contract documents from an Oil Futures deal we are settling.' The lawyer that they had brought finally commented. Then they swept out of the room in a cloud of black suits and sunglasses. Veronique was right, they did look a lot like gangsters.



We arrived late for the party after a great dinner and a bottle of wine in a local restaurant. Clare was wearing her new dress, but had put a silk scarf around her neck to try and add a little modesty to the overall effect. I had sat at dinner carefully studying it, and had caught a glimpse or two of the curves of her breasts but it was quite modest really.

We were whisked upstairs in the casino into a large ballroom with a high glass ceiling. There was a jazz band playing at one end and a dance floor, plus a shiny metal bar at the other end. In the centre of the room, high in the air was a huge birdcage suspended from the ceiling, and inside it were two women, dressed in black latex suits, dancing to the music. As you can imagine the thin tight material left little to the imagination, and Clare looked with resignation at me looking at them.

We went over to the bar where Pascal and Veronique were chatting with some other people that we didn't know. Pascal kissed Clare on the cheeks and Veronique kissed me, I was still finding it hard not to find women kissing me all the time erotic. Maybe the French just enjoy themselves more. 'Let dance' said Clare after a few minutes.

I was never a great dancer at the best of times, but a couple of glasses of wine at dinner had lightened my feet and I agreed. We went onto the dance floor and I put my arms around her and we glided around in a very pleasant coupling. I could feel her breasts close to my chest and my arm around her waist held her tight. My other hand I put on her hip and I could feed the thin string of her G String through the material of her dress. I looked down at her and got a very pleasant view of her breasts down through the top of her dress.  

After a few dances Pascal and I left Veronique and Clare to it in the dance floor and retired to the bar. The place was really rocking now and it was packed with very stylish men in dinner jackets, and beautiful women in fantastic dresses, many showing significantly more even than Clare's. We stood at the bar and smiled, each watching our wives dancing nearby on the dance floor. The music livened up a bit and they started letting off a strobe effect over the dancers. I was much amused to note that the strobe effect made the sheer material of Veronique's top pretty much invisible and the effect was that she was dancing topless. Clare's dress was slightly better, but still in the light effect you could clearly see the lines of her breasts.

Isabelle came up to us, and I was not surprised to see that her outfit was even less decent than her usual office attire. She had a dress in black silk, it had two small triangles covering her breasts, a thin tight waist and what could only be called a micro skirt. She came over and kissed us both, while I tried to keep it to the cheeks she seemed to change direction at the last minute and her lips closed on mine. I remembered my previous intentions and made a mental note to keep the drinking to a minimum, tricky as there were waiters topping up the champagne glasses all the time.

As the evening went on the girls stayed on the dance floor, with Isabelle joining Clare and Veronique and they seemed to be getting on like bosom buddies, particularly as the dresses that they had on plus the strobe lighting meant that regular flashes of all their breasts where clearly visible. Pascal and I joined them from time to time but generally hung out by the bar after a couple of dances. I was concerned that Clare was getting drunker and generally more raucous, she was dancing with ever-greater enthusiasm and holding her arms above her head. Her tits were pulled high and I was hugely turned on. Isabelle was spinning back and forward, her skirt flying up over her hips, revealing tights with nothing else underneath. She obviously didn't shave much, at least the top triangle, as I could clearly see her pubic hair through the lights. She caught my eye and smiled, running her hands over her breasts.

Towards midnight the dancers started a new game whereby the guests were given the opportunity to take a trip up in the birdcages for a few dances. Sometimes a man and his girl went up for a slow dance, sometimes a couple of girls would go up and dance with each other, each pair competing to behave in a more outrageously provocatively fashion. Several of the girls ended their dance topless, and one couple ended with the girl wrapped around her guy in a G String with his hands on her ass.

I was horrified to see a drunken Clare and Isabelle walk over to the bird cage to go and take a turn.

'No Clare, you must not' I insisted.

'Oh its old jealous jim again' She replied. Her words were slurred and she was obviously drunk. 

'Clare you shouldn't go up there, I don't want you to'.

'Well tough, cos I'm doing it, it is fun.' She turned away to enter the cage door.

'Come on Isabelle' Clare slurred, grabbing the bars to hold on to.

'Why don't you come in too?' asked Isabelle.

'Oh god' I thought, on one hand I can at least keep her under control from inside, but then getting inside with Isabelle as well might be a really bad idea. 

'Maybe I'll just go with Clare?' I proposed.

'No!' Clare and Isabelle shouted together and they grabbed my hands and dragged me in. The gate clanged shut behind me and I felt my stomach drop as the cage was hauled above the dance floor.

The two girls assumed positions on either side of me, I put my arms around them and they slow danced around me. Each was pressing her body into mine, and I could feel Isabelle's small but firm breasts on one side and Clare's larger but softer pair on the other.

Clare started nosing up to my cheeks and kissing my lips, while Isabelle taking her lead set about sucking my ear. At the same time Clare was grinding herself into my erection to make sure they were having the desired effect, needless to say they were. Clare slipped her hand down to my trouser fly and at the same time thrust her tongue into my mouth. Meanwhile Isabelle was licking all around my ear and I felt myself taken over by their attentions. Before I knew it, Clare had her hand around my cock inside my trousers and was giving it a good yank, trying to free it from its confines. Aware that I was dangling 10 feet over a dance floor, while my wife was preparing to show my dick to the world, I tried to wriggle free. Too late, I felt her pull it free and then quickly duck down onto her knees.




A Transforming Trip Ch. 03



She took the full length of my cock into her mouth and I tried to figure whether the embarrassment of my wife obviously sucking my cock in front of them was worth it for the fantastic pleasure that I felt from her tongue running round and round the head of my dick. I gambled that in fact from where they were standing there wasn't much to see and anyway god it felt good. Isabelle now took over with her tongue in my mouth and I started to enjoy the novel sensation of a girl sucking me off and another running her tongue around my mouth at the same time.

As the song came to an end, they started lowering us back to the ground. Clare pulled away and once again exposed my erection to the watching crowd, most were busy with other activities of their own but I was horrified to see a couple of girls jumping up and down and screaming with excitement at the outrageous behaviour. I felt exposed and angry with Clare, but a little turned on too.

'Come on we're going' I said to Clare as we got out, after I had repaired my composure. 

'You are drunk and I cant afford any more incidents like this. I have to work with these people you know'.

She acquiesced reasonably quietly, I think she realised that perhaps I had a point.

Isabelle came over to say goodbye, she looked very pleased with herself. 

'You see, it might have been better if you had just come along with me.' Then she took my head in her hands and kissed me again on the lips, her tongue darting into my mouth.

'Come on lover boy' Clare dragged me away.

I gaped at Isabelle, had she planned the whole thing, or was she just enjoying herself.

We got home later that night and Clare came nuzzling up to me.  

'Sorry darling' she whispered 'I was out of order, it was too much.'

We went to bed together a little later and had quick violent sex to get it out of our systems, and to tell each other that the evening was behind us and forgiven. I just wondered about what Isabelle had said earlier.

Perhaps this trip could be a bit more tricky that I had first thought.



A Transforming Trip Ch. 04



'Oh God what have I done' Clare exclaimed as she woke up the next day. She lay in bed naked next to me; the thin cotton covered her nicely rounded breasts. I bent over her and kissed her on the lips, her tongue licked my lips a little as I pulled away.

'Oh don't worry about it, I don't think anyone much saw, they were all too busy getting off with one another or taking coke.'

'Yes but I cant believe that I did that in front of them all' she hid her face.

'You, you are worried about you, what about me, you left me there with my cock hanging over the entire dance floor. And you are worried about you' I retaliated.

'I don't know what came over me, I didn't drink that much, then suddenly I was just going mad'. She commented. 'And then Isabelle and I came up with this plan to lure you into the cage for a laugh.'

She got out of bed, and walked over to the window. I admired the beautiful lines of her ass, with the azure blue sea in the background. I could see the clean shaved lips of her pussy between her legs. The waves were breaking behind her and caught the orange light from the sunrise: it was a fantastic sight.

'Hold on' I interrupted 'so it was Isabelle's idea'.

'Oh no, it wasn't just her idea, we were both involved'

I started to think that my idea the previous evening wasn't so crazy, maybe Isabelle had planned the whole thing. 

On the next-door balcony Veronique came out in her dressing gown, she glanced across and looked at Clare, I was sure that she smiled back. I smiled as I thought that only a few days ago she had run across the room to avoid Veronique and Pascal seeing her, and now she was standing nude at the floor to ceiling window. She was looking back at Veronique, despite being nude, seemingly unconcerned.

'Did you give her your drink to hold at any time?' I inquired. It occurred to me that perhaps she had spiked her drink, that perhaps that was why Clare had decided to suddenly suck me off in front of everyone.

'Well just for a minute when I went for a pee'. She replied.

'Do you think she might have spiked your drink?' I asked.

'No I don't think so, she was really nice'.

She turned sideways to the window so her breasts were silhouetted against the bright morning sunlight.

'Well she may seem really nice to you, but I think she is up to something. I think the Russians are trying something. Before yesterday night she was trying to get me to go off with her "for a treat"'. I admitted to her.

'What she propositioned you!' Clare exclaimed. 'My god why didn't you tell me?'

'Well partly because I was afraid you would be annoyed, partly because I didn't take it too seriously.'

'But what did you say to her?'

'I told her I am happily married and wouldn't want to anyway'.

'Did you? Are you sure?'

'Absolutely.' I insisted.

'But I bet you fancy her don't you?' She inquired with narrow eyes. I knew she had a jealous side and had to play this carefully. I couldn't see a good answer so stayed quiet.

She turned to face me and I admired her beautiful tits, how the large round nipples lifted, pointing slightly upwards.

'I can't believe you didn't mention it' she replied again.

'Well you're the one that thought she was nice' I decided that it was time to get off the subject of me and back on to Isabelle.

She came over to me and kissed me gently on the lips. Her breasts hung down onto my shoulders, her nipples soft against my skin. 

'Well anyway lets put it behind us. And if you see her at work, just ignore her.'

I knew this was easier said than done, although my beautiful wife had all my attention as she licked my lips and ran her hand through my hair.

'So what are you planning today?' I asked.

'I have a oil painting course at the art school'. 

'So how are you getting on there' I wondered.

'Oh fine, I feel very at home. One of the women that does life drawing came up to me yesterday. To tell me how she felt when she watched me modelling. She was saying how brave she thought I was and how she tried really hard with her drawing because she saw how much it meant to me.'

'That's nice' I remarked 'its nice to be appreciated.'

Clare went off to shower and I tried to figure out what I thought Isabelle was up to. Hopefully my suspicions were incorrect.

I got into the office and Pascal greeted me normally. I hoped he hadn't seen my grand exposure of the night before.

I went into my office and the document the Raskolovics' had promised detailing the source of the funds for the 25Million transfer had arrived. It was in Russian and looked like it had been knocked up in word. I phoned through to get a translator, but she was not in yet. Isabelle sauntered in smiling. 

She was in her characteristic knee length black skirt with a slit high enough to show a glimpse of her fishnet-stocking top. Her thin linen blouse barely hid corset like lingerie which held her waist in tightly and forced her small breasts up to swell out of the top which was unbuttoned low enough to show off the lace detailing of her underwear.

'So did you enjoy last night?' she inquired.

'Well until you and Clare pulled that stunt yes.' I replied.

'You like us flaunting ourselves but can't take a little fun when it is you being admired by the opposite sex - eh.' she observed.

'Well showing off a little tit is a bit different to having your cock exposed.' I countered.

'Oh I wouldn't worry, much worse happened after you left, one of the girls ended up on the pool table with two Russians inside her, besides you have a very nice cock. I would like to see more.'

'Isabelle we have been through this, I am not interested.' I insisted. 'Anyway did they put you up to this, is it some Russian plot?'

'Don't be so paranoid, if they wanted to pressurise you they can be more persuasive than that.' She replied.

I hoped she was telling the truth although I wondered what she meant and how she knew. I asked her to explain the document they had sent through. She explained it was a settlement confirm from the Moscow futures market, settling for 25Million Euros on Friday.

I faxed it through to London hoping it would keep the money-laundering people happy.

I met Clare for lunch; she had just got back from the art class. She was wearing jeans with a camisole top, the front dipped down to reveal the lines of breasts curving away underneath.

'How did it go, your art class'

'Oh it was great, we started some work on landscapes. It is such a beautiful place to paint, the green of the hills and the blue sea.' she enthused. 

'Sounds splendid.' 

We ordered drinks and some snacks.

'Clare, don't you think you should wear a bra with that top' I asked after the third bloke had glanced across at her enviously and with lust in his eyes.

'I thought you would enjoy it more this way.' She wiggled her shoulders back and forth to make her breasts bob around. Then she pretended to adjust her ponytail, lifting her arms up behind her head.

'Clare stop it, you are driving me mad with desire, and half the men in the bar too.' I could feel my erection pushing against my trousers, and wanted to take her there and then.

'Spoil sport.' she pretended to sulk. 'Anyway, I was wearing a bra, but I had take it off at the art school.'

'What!' I exclaimed. 'I thought you only were modelling on Tuesdays.

'Well Pierre is working on a piece of sculpture and his normal model is still ill, so he asked me to help out for a few minutes.'

'What he just said oh Clare would you just mind taking your clothes off for me, and you said sure fine no problem.'

'Well pretty much yes, that was how it happened' she replied. 'Look William, I thought we had been through this after Tuesday, I thought you were cool about me modelling. Or is it only OK when you are there to slaver over me from the back of the class?'

There was an element of truth in what she was saying, I did prefer being there.

'What so there was just you and him and you stripped naked for him. Don't you think that is different from modelling for a class?' I retorted. 'Because it seems different to me.'

'Oh god, you really think you are my keeper don't you. You completely fail to see me as an independent individual. Well you can just grow up, get a grip on your jealousy and stop being so sad. For your information I only took off my top, only for 10 minutes, and his wife Audille was there for most of it. And also I am going to the beach with Sara, a friend from the class, this afternoon and I can tell you that if she goes topless then so will I, whoever is there looking.' She retaliated.

I was at a loss as to how to respond. It was true that if I was going to the beach then I would think it was great if she went topless, but her going without me made me uncomfortable. She tucked into a ham croissant defiantly, her nipples clearly aroused through the thin material of her camisole. 

We sat in silence for a while mulling over things. 

'So how are things at work?' she finally asked.

'OK, Isabelle denies anything, says I am being paranoid'

'Well you are, I mean I don't remember whose idea it was, but I did it.'

We ate lunch and left, as she walked off down the street I watched her go, trying not to imagine her stripping off for Pierre, or lying on the beach in just her skimpy bikini bottoms.

Back in the office I had an email from the money-laundering folks in London, they weren't happy but would let me have the final say on this occasion as I had the client relationship. It meant that it was my job on the line if it all went to shit. I wasn't exactly delighted to be putting my name on the line for them.

I went into Pascal's office to talk it over.

'Well at this stage I think we should let it through. If we don't then the Raskolovics' will go mad. I mean the property deal will fall though while they find another bank, and you know they have a lot of friends in this town. It would be the end of the line for the bank here. The Russians have spent a lot of money in the town and are best friends with the Mayor and the great and good. Besides it is not like they haven't cooperated.'

I agreed that they had done what we asked, but I still questioned the reliability of the document. With great trepidation I signed the transfer documents and called for a courier to send them through to the Raskolovics. I felt like I had just signed away my life or at least my career. Pascal drifted into my office later that afternoon, we chatted more about the situation and how the pressure was all on us to figure out whether they were above board, it seemed very unfair. Then Veronique came in.

'Pascal, what are we doing this weekend?' she asked.

'Nothing much, I have tennis on Sunday morning. Why' he inquired.

'We have been offered Lillian's yacht again if we want it.'

'Hmmm' he thought about it. 'But it is too much to sail for just two. I don't think we could sail it well, you remember last time.'

Veronique turned to me. 'William, do you sail? We have been offered a beautiful boat for the weekend, would you and Clare be interested in helping crew?'

'Well I have done a little dinghy sailing, but nothing serious. I'm no expert. Actually though Clare has sailed yachts before in the West Indies with her parents. I will have to confirm with her but I guess we would love to go. Let me give her a ring, I will let you know in 5 minutes.'

I went to my desk and Pascal and Veronique left in deep conversation, planning the trip.

'Hello' Clare replied to her mobile.

'Hi Clare, how's it going?' I asked

'Great, it is beautiful here we are in a little cove a couple of kms east of the town. '

'Listen' I said trying not to imagine her tits glistening as she lay on a perfect sandy beach. 'Do you want to go sailing in a yacht this weekend with Pascal and Veronique?'

'Sure, sounds lovely. Where to?'. She replied.

'Oh I don't know, didn't ask. Just around the coast I expect; it is only for the weekend.'

'Well yeah sounds good to me, I haven't sailed since that trip to Antigua with my parents. it will be fun.' she enthused.

'So...' she went on.

'What?' I asked.

'Aren't you going to ask.' she replied playfully.

'Ask what?' I played dumb.

'About my trip to the beach' she laughed.

'Oh I'm not your keeper you know, you just enjoy yourself. I have to go and tell Pascal, see you later.'

'Bye then' she finished.

I went to tell Pascal that we were coming, still wondering about Clare. While it was fun to pretend to be playfully nonchalant about it, I was burning with curiosity to know whether she had really gone through with it. 

I got the final emails confirming the Raskolovics' deal. It was done, with my name as the bank representative; well the bonus was looking good, if nothing else.

When I got home, Clare wasn't inside, so I put some shorts on, poured a large cold Gin and Tonic and went onto the balcony. I was delighted to find Clare and her new friend Sara sitting out on the sun loungers in just bikini bottoms, chatting away happily. I was not sure of the protocol of greeting a semi naked woman for the first time, but decided to take the French approach. I walked over to her, trying not look at her tanned breasts. I completely failed; they were similar in size to Clare's, about a 'C' cup. She stood up, smiling at my obvious attentions; I kissed her on both cheeks and felt her breasts rub across my chest as I leant towards her. Clare came and kissed me too, slightly territorially, as if to express ownership.

'So, have you had a good afternoon?' I asked.

'Yes, very nice, we went to the beach, had a swim, did some sketches on the rocks. It was lovely.'

'What did you draw, can I see?' I inquired.

'Sure, here you go.'

Clare handed me her sketchbook. The first couple were of a boat in the water with seagulls wheeling above it. Then there were some rock pictures, then finally one of Sara. It was a picture of her, sitting on a rock sketching something. She was wearing just her bikini briefs and the picture showed her breasts beautifully.

'This is very nice.' I commented.

Clare gave me a look as if to say 'You are so predictable.'

'Yes we drew each other at the same time.'

'Can I see yours too Sara?' 

Sara passed me her pad opened at another fantastic pencil sketch of a beautiful woman, this time my wife. I studied the lines and the fantastic way they had each captured the structure of collarbones, rib, breast and thigh. I thought how erotic it would have been to watch these two sexy women each studying and capturing the details of their bodies on the beach in full public view. Well it certainly left me in no doubt about whether they had gone topless on the beach, and I was very aroused by the two matching pictures. 

'Wow, you two are both very talented' I observed, looking between the two pictures. You should take it up professionally.

'I don't think my husband would like any one else seeing these.' Sara commented 'He is quite fussy about people seeing me topless. He wouldn't even like to know that it happened today.'

So I'm not the only one I thought, underneath we are all a little possessive.

Sara sat back, she had long black hair tied into a pony tail that draped across her naked breasts. Her brown nipples were flat and soft and her stomach had a nice rounded look. She caught me admiring her and grinned.

'So William, how do you feel about Clare modelling?'

I thought about it for a while, how did I feel. 

'I'm not really sure. On one hand I am proud of her because it is quite a brave thing to do. In some ways I am a bit jealous about all. I guess in some ways I am turned on by it.'

Somehow it seemed easy to open my heart on the subject to a woman that was sitting facing me essentially naked but for a small triangle of material covering her pussy.

'How about you, would you do it?' I asked her.

'I would if I was single, but not now, it would cause too much grief with my husband. Besides I don't look as good without my clothes as Clare, she is a very pretty woman, she has a beautiful body, very well defined, I thought so today when I was drawing her.'

'Enough of that rubbish.' interjected Clare, 'I am here you know, if you want to discuss my body please arrange to meet up sometime when I'm not there.'

We dropped the subject and moved onto food. Sara was a great food fan and we discussed recipes that we liked and the restaurants in town.

It was fantastic to sit in the sun after work looking out over the bay with these two beautiful women to admire. Clare didn't seem too bothered by my checking out Sara's body so long as I was discrete about it. Eventually Sara said she had to go, she was meeting her husband in town as he had been working late. 

She took her bag and went inside to change, I watched as she went into the lounge, slipped off her bikini bottoms and then opened her bag. She had very slim hips, much slimmer than Clare's and she had a bush of hair around her pussy, just trimmed enough for her bikini. She put on some nice lace knickers, then a matching bra. She obviously didn't care what I saw as she looked up, smiled at me then slipped a sundress over her shoulders.

We went through into the flat and said goodbye.

'Well you certainly made the most of that' Clare remarked after she had gone.

'What?' I looked innocent.

'You couldn't keep your eyes off her, except when you were gorping at my tits.' She shot back.

'Well what do you expect, if you go waltzing about topless, men will look. I bet there were enough men looked at you two on the beach.'

'Well yes, we did get a little attention. I quite enjoyed it actually, in a flirty way.' 

'Bloody hell Clare what has got into you?' I asked with a grin.

'Why haven't you always been like this? You have no idea how much I fancy you in this new playful mode.'

Clare took a yoghurt drink out of the fridge and poured a glass. She took a good mouthful leaving a ring of yoghurt around her lips. I went up to her and slowly licked it off.

'Mmm.. that's nice' she said kissing me back.

She took the glass back and took another mouthful into her mouth, then rather than swallowing, she smiled and let small amount run down her face. I took her into my arms and again licked her face clean.

'Wait' she said and went to the fridge to get another plastic bottle.

She opened the bottle and putting her head back, poured another mouthful into her open lips. Then she licked around her face as the yoghurt drink spilled down over her chin, and slowly dripped down onto her breasts. Then she looked over to me to see how I would react.

I walked up to her and licked down from her mouth to her chin, then leant down in front of her and licked the drips of white off her breasts, I saw her nipples hardening as I licked around them.

She took the bottle back and poured the entire contents over her mouth and face, the liquid cascaded down over her breasts and down towards her bikini bottoms. She quickly put her hands down to the strings on either side, pulled the bows to release them and let the bikini bottoms fall to the ground. The white creamy liquid was rolling down her stomach now and down to the remaining triangle of pubic hair.

She stepped backwards and lay down onto the black granite kitchen surface. I kissed her face once again and the set about licking the remaining yoghurt from around and under her breasts and nipples. I was too slow though, she had now got hold of jar or jam that was on the kitchen counter. She put hand into the jar and took out a couple of fingers covered in jam.

'You must be bored of yoghurt.' She smiled as she started to rub the jam around her breasts.

I finished off the yoghurt, licking the last out it out of the trimmed hair just above her pussy. I gave her belly button a quick lick just to clean out any remaining traces, and then moved on to the jam. Her breasts were now sticky and sweet with the combination of jam and yoghurt together with my saliva. I finished them off and she looked around for more props. She went to the cupboards and grabbed a handful of possibilities and lay back down on the granite.




A Transforming Trip Ch. 04



She took a jar of marmite next, a real like it or hate it flavour. Fortunately I liked it and watched intently as she took a finger full and drew a circle with it on her inner thigh. I started licking it off; the salty flavour a nice contract to the sweetness before. Next she got a jar of peanut butter, took a small amount and covered her toes on one foot with it. I was still getting the last of the thick brown marmite off the silky smooth skin of her thigh. I took her foot and she hesitated, she had very sensitive toes and I knew that she would squirm as I sucked off the peanut butter. As I put her little toe into my mouth she let out a little mew, and continued to gasp and wriggle as I went from toe to toe licking and sucking until the peanut taste was gone.

As I sucked her toes, she had taken to running her finger over her clit and around the opening of her pussy. When I finished she slid one, then two then three fingers into her cunt and stretched open the skin, I could see right up inside her. I could see the lips of her pussy glistening now as she was obviously very aroused, and I turned to see what was next. She took a banana, peeled it and then slowly inserted it into her pussy.

'Eat it all out' she commanded, 'no hands.'

Initially it looked like she had just sprouted a cock and I felt like I was approaching a man, albeit a strangely coloured one. I ate the end off the banana, slowly tugging at it to try and loosen it from her hold. As I got close to her lips I could taste the juices from her pussy mixing in with the banana flavour. I had always liked the way that her pussy tasted, and this was a nice mix. I started having to put my tongue further and further inside her in order to extract bits of banana, and eventually I was straining it to reach the pieces of fruit right inside her. As I was licking deeper and deeper into her, she continued to finger her clit, and as I finished my task she screamed out in orgasm as the made herself cum.

Next she took a carrot and the bottle of olive oil and coated the outside of the carrot in oil. She knelt onto the granite, with her ass sticking up into the air and inserted most of the carrot into her anus, she gasped as the cold hard knobbly vegetable forced the lips of her ass to open and close. Next she took a cucumber and similarly coated it in oil, then she inserted it into her cunt. Again she gasped as the huge cold green cock substitute slid inside her, stretching the walls of her vagina.

'Now pleasure me.' She demanded.

I lay down on the counter underneath her and started licking her clit, at the same time I rotated the carrot in her ass with one hand, and moved the cucumber back and forward with the other. The triple arousal did not take long to take effect and again she soon came, as she screamed out in intense pleasure. I too was very aroused watching her orgasms get stronger and more intense.

She took out the items, licked the cucumber and lay down on the surface again, satisfied for now.

'Now, make your self cum, while I watch' she said.

She had never watched me masturbate before, there had been a few times when I had made myself cum in bed while she was awake, but in general she had no interest in me touching myself. As with most men, I had watched her touch herself many times, in fact I had asked to watch sometimes when she was less interested in finishing herself than I was in watching.

I took off my shorts, and sat down on a kitchen chair, my legs apart. I took my cock in my hand and started to move it up and down, playing with my foreskin as it went up and over the head each time. One finger I put on the back of the head where it comes up in a V shape in order to heighten the feelings. She watched intently, fingering her clit absentmindedly as she became aroused again. When I got closer to cuming, a small amount of pre-cum came out and the end of my cock became wet and slippery.

'Stop.' she demanded, I obeyed.

She got down from the counter and licked the top of my cock, 'Mmmm' she said expectantly.

Then she kneeled down in front of the chair put her head back underneath my cock and said in a harsh tone 'Cum on my face.'

I increased the speed of my movement and quickly felt the orgasm approaching, I felt the intense pleasure burst up through my legs and into my cock and a shot of cum flew out, and into her hair. Then a more continuous stream flew out and landed on her forehead, in her eye, which she closed quickly, and down into her semi open mouth. She licked her lips to taste it and mewed appreciatively.

'Now lick it off.' she said.

'I leant forwards towards her face and slowly licked and drank the cum off her face, she moved it back and forth to help as I slowly cleared up the remainder before leaving it sticky but clear. I could taste the salty cum and the sweet yoghurt from earlier mixing on her face.

'Now lets go and have a shower together' she ordered again, grabbing my hands and marching me off towards the bathroom.

As I walked across, I could see Veronique and Pascal sitting on their balcony, and I realised that from where she was, Clare could have seen them all the time, and them her, if they were looking. The looked like they were watching the sea, but I wondered.

As we washed the remaining sticky residue from our bodies and kissed and held one another in appreciation of the thrill of our lovemaking, I thought what a turn on it was to see Clare showing off her sexuality. I was enjoying the trip, although the Russian deal was coming to weight on my mind. I wondered what next week would bring. 



A Transforming Trip Ch. 05



'So are you looking forward to the weekend trip?' Clare asked the next morning.

She was sitting in bed, the crisp white sheets covered just up to her navel. She was reading a book on sailing, obviously looking forwards to the weekends yacht trip. The book mostly covered her breasts but I lay and admired her anyway. 'Sure, it will be fun, Pascal and Veronique are good fun to be with. And you can sail too so it should be relaxing for the rest of us.' I commented.

'Clare?' I asked. 'Could they see you last night, in the kitchen?'

'Yes..' she replied sheepishly.

'Well were they watching?'

'Well I think they both glanced over at one time or another.'

'But how could you do all that with them watching?' Prior to this trip Clare had been quite shy, and her new risk taking still surprised me.

'Oh to be honest, it really turned me on, knowing they were able to see me. I probably did more things just to see how far I would go. It has become a bit of an interest, almost an obsession since I first went topless here, I keep thinking about it. How far would I go.'

'Do you think this is a good idea though?' I asked. 'I mean, we will be spending all weekend with them on a boat. How will you feel? Won't you be embarrassed? Think about what they saw.

'Well we have seen them make love too. And I was talking to Veronique yesterday morning and she told me they knew we were there that first evening. She said they thought about coming round then. So maybe they enjoyed being watched too. I mean, she didn't hide much that day they came round with the drinks, she was practically masturbating for you then. '

I was aroused by this news, I had enjoyed watching them, but I was surprised they had known we were watching. I also didn't realise that Clare had seen Veronique rubbing herself that evening on the balcony, I was pleased by her open mindedness towards it.

'Veronique was commenting that there isn't any privacy in these apartments, apologising for always being on the balcony when we are in bed still, so I guess she can see in quite well.' I had been banking on the windows reflecting back the sky, but it seemed I might be wrong.

I got up and went to shower, walking naked across in front of the window, semi erect, I wondered if they could see me now. 

In the shower I started to think about work. I was still worried that there might be some issues from the latest Raskolovics deal, and I considered whether I had done the right thing in OKing it.

I got into the office at the usual time; there was already an email from the senior money laundering compliance officer requesting a conference call about the Raskolovics deal. My worst fears were coming true.

Pascal came in and I told him the situation. 'Don't worry about it.' he said. 'These compliance people are all bluster, they don't have real power. We are bringing in the cash and for a bank that is all that matters.'

I hoped he was right. 

Just then Isabelle came in and I looked up to see what delight she was wearing today. Never one to disappoint, she was in a black suit, skirt slit high up her thigh, but with no blouse under the jacket. The neckline was generally decent showing just a hint of breast, but whenever she turned or leant forwards, the jacket came forward revealing her bra. The bra itself was a thin black sheer mesh, under wired and her nipple was regularly visible as she opened her case to retrieve some new documents. On the bra there was a pretty black bow in the centre portion between her small breasts that kept on catching my eye.

I no longer pretended to look away as she flashed at me, she knew I would look at her and I no longer saw any reason to hide it. I didn't ask her to dress so provocatively but ceased to see any reason to hide the fact I liked to look at her.

'The Raskolovics have a new payment that they want to deposit here for a new apartment block they are funding.'

My heart dropped again, I was still dealing with the fallout from their last payment, now there was to be a new one. I figured that I would probably have to get clearance from the top to clear another deal so soon.

She leant forwards to hand me a copy of the proposed payments. The thin black strap of her bra had slipped off one shoulder and it pulled the material down revealing a greater shot of her pert breasts. She held her position over the desk as I looked down her exposed chest.

I took the documents and tried to concentrate on them. One line jumped out at me. In addition to 10 million euros transferring electronically there was to be a five million euro cash deposit. This was highly irregular and would set alarm bells ringing even louder.

'Isabelle, what the hell is this cash payment; we are not that kind of bank. We do investments, bonds, fx, not cash handling.' I exclaimed.

'Oh come on William' she sat back, crossed her legs and flashed some black lace knickers at me. 

'There is a 1 percent cash handling fee. That is 50000 euros for your trouble. They have the cash coming in by boat and this is their bank here. You can sort it out surely.'

'Isabelle it is not as simple as that, I have people checking what I do. I could be sacked if I don't follow the correct procedures.'

'William, you need to understand what kind of people the Raskolovics are. They can be very persuasive, it could be good for you.' She casually undid the top button of her jacket revealing all her chest down to the bow in the middle of her bra.

'I know because my brother got in debt to them at the casino. '

I hadn't known they owned the casino but I guess it made sense now.

'They put pressure on him until eventually taking me on as part payment, but you cannot afford to say no, believe me.' She undid another button leaving just one holding the jacket closed. I was glad she had her back to the door so she wouldn't be seen if someone looked in.

'You need to think about what you can do locally to make this happen.' She continued, her finger moving to the final button. 'Do you really need to involve the others in London?' She undid the button and the jacket fell open, her pert nipples pushing at the black lace fabric.

'I mean you are the hotshot from London, come down to manage the deal.' Her hand ran over to cup of one of her breasts. 'Surely you have some local decision making powers, independent from head office.' She took hold of the thin black silky cord of the bow between her breasts and slowly started to pull it.

'If you can make this deal come off then, they will be extremely generous in their praise, and really the sky would be the limit in terms of client entertainment they could offer you.' The bow came undone and the two cups of the bra fell away from her tits, the two nipples were pointing high up into the air, highly aroused.

I realised that I should have stopped her really but I was entranced by the way she had casually disrobed in front of me as if were normal business practice. I wondered what the Raskolovics had done to her brother to motivate her so well to seduce me.

'Isabelle,' I replied.' You are a beautiful woman, and I find you almost irresistible, but you have met Clare, you must know we are in love. I don't need an affair with you.'

'And you need to know that if this deal goes through their gratitude would be generous. I am sure there are things Clare wont do for you.' She stood up, raised her skirt to her waist and slipped down her knickers, placing them on the desk, just in front of me, Letting her skirt fall back down. 'There would be no limits with me and as many other girls as you want.' 

She sat down, her legs apart, her fully shaven pussy clearly on view.

'Isabelle, that kind of thing isn't my style. Especially knowing you are doing this under duress to help your brother. I am not going to fuck you, and I cant put the bank at risk just to get a quick bonk.' The idea was attractive but my loyalty to Clare was clear in my mind.

'Oh in your case William, it really would not be under duress. I really would like to.' She came up to me. Standing up, her breasts came to the level of my head. She brushed one of her nipples against my cheek. I had been aroused for some time but this sudden physical contact woke me from my dream.

'Look I will consider the situation over the weekend, but you can tell the Raskolovics that this is highly irregular and I dont think we can do it.'

'Oh well William, your loss' she replied. 'I am sure they will find another way to persuade you'. She did up her jacket and walked out.

I picked up her knickers from the desk after she had gone. I could smell her aroused pussy on them. They were wet with the juices from her sex. Perhaps she was telling the truth, perhaps she really wanted me. No matter either way.

I was concerned though about her comments about their powers of persuasion. I saw how they had motivated her and wondered exactly where they drew the limits. I wondered if I should call the banks security people, whether I was in physical danger if I said no.

The afternoon passed slowly, as I considered my options. Was it possible to keep the Raskolovics sweet while keeping the bank happy? Could I just keep the cash transaction a local thing? Should I even if I could.

I got home at six. Clare was reading on the sofa in the lounge in a pretty white sundress. As had become her norm, she looked like she was wearing only a g-string underneath and her breasts were clear through the thin linen.

'Hi darling.' she got up and kissed me. 'I have been waiting for you to get home.' I wondered why, but first changed into some shorts. I returned to the lounge and sat down next to her. I talked through the day, and told her about the new deal. She was a little interested but wasn't really one for financial decisions.

'I did something today' she finally said. 'I want to tell you about it, but you mustn't be angry.' She looked worried. I wondered what she might have done to make me angry.

'I went up to the school again today to buy some more art materials to take away this weekend. Well Pierre was fretting cos his sculpture should be finished but he still has no model.'

'So obviously I said I would help, but he said he needed someone all weekend. Well I couldn't do that and didn't want to anyway. So then he asked if he could photograph me.'

'What!' I exclaimed. 'you didn't'

'Let me finish. So I agreed on two conditions. Firstly Audille had to be there and second no face shots.'

'Clare, this is getting out of hand. You need to think about this, where will he develop them? How many more people will see you?'

'Let me finish.' she repeated. 'So he said it was only in black and white and the school has its own darkroom, so chill out. I need to tell you so you know everything, then it is not my secret.'

'Well anyway so I took off my top and my bra for him, and he got the camera and pointed it at me. Well I suddenly felt twice as exposed, a lens looking at your naked body is much more impersonal, I felt like I was being explored by a machine.'

I was horrified at what I was hearing. The idea of another man photographing Clare topless made my very uncomfortable.

'So he moved around me, capturing every detail of my shoulders from every angle, then my arms, then my breasts. I stood with my arms to my side, then lifted over my head as he went round my, picturing every detail. He even took close shots of my armpits, my nipples, my navel, my hips.'

'I wanted to feel uncomfortable, to hate him, but I found that in fact I started to enjoy it, I enjoyed the focused attention. In fact as he continued I became more and more aroused, I could feel my pussy getting wet as he clicked again and again around me.

He asked me to take off the rest of my clothes, so I slipped off my skirt and knickers and finally I stood there naked. He continued to make me move, he took shots of my ass, my pussy, he made me lift up my leg so my cunts lips were open and I got more and more aroused. I could feel my juices running down my legs as he took pictures of them. He must have see it too.'

I too was starting to be aroused by this strange tale of my wife completely exposing herself to this other man. Although I too wanted to hate him, I found the idea strangely erotic.

'So eventually, he is finished having shot my thighs, knees and feet, lots of shots of my feet. He took four films of pictures of me. When he was done I was exhausted by the tension I felt. His wife had watched him and had seen my legs wet with my juices, had seen my inner lips aroused and begging to be fucked. but he hadn't touched me, I couldn't believe the way I was so turned on just by the way he took the pictures.'

'I got dressed even though I just wanted to cum, right there in front of them. I would have happily masturbated for him, there and then. He asked if I would like to help develop the pictures. Of course I agreed immediately and so we went into the dark room together. '

'After the film was processed, he turned on the red lights and we started printing the pictures. He printed them all in large format A4 size prints. It was very strange to see these huge beautiful black and white shots of every part of my body. He had used strong lights to create sharp contrast with interesting shadows playing over my nude form. The shots of my collarbones and breasts were very striking. '

'Then he printed the shots of my pussy, lips shut, then open. Inner lips swelling with arousal. He commented on how beautiful and intimate these pictures were. I was just amazed to see every secret of my self reproduced in harsh black and white.'

'Finally we were finished, he took some of the prints that had dried first and went into his studio upstairs and covered the wall with them, tens of images of my nude form, all without a face.'

'When we had put them all up on the wall, he turned to his sculpture and dismissed me, he had captured my soul, my image, I was no longer important to him.'

She sat in the chair ashen faced as though the black and white pictures had drained the colour from her.

'Do you regret it?' I asked. I was concerned it had left her feeling used.

'Oh no, I enjoyed it. It was an amazing experience. I just feel exhausted by it, I need to hear that you love me and aren't angry.

'No, strangely I am not angry, and you know I will always love you.' I reassured her. 'Actually I am aroused by your tale. I would like to see his studio with its altar devoted to your beauty.' We went through into the bedroom and made love slowly and tenderly. Each reassuring the other that our love was unaffected by what she had done. She retold details as she sat up on top of me, my cock being caressed inside her silky pussy. I wanted her so much and she was desperate for physical closure.

Afterwards we showered and cooked dinner together before settling down to watch the sunset.

We got up early the next day to meet Pascal and Veronique down on they quay to get ready for the trip. We walked down to the harbour excited to be doing something a bit different. In London it was easy to get into a rut and never try anything new. There was still a morning chill when we got to the boat, but the sun was out and it was warming up. Pascal and Veronique were in matching shorts and fleece tops, expensive looking leisurewear.

The yacht was fantastic, clean and gleaming white. Some tasteful varnished wood detailing and trim. 

I didn't know much about boats but I guessed it was about 35 foot. 

We got on board and Pascal started explaining where stuff was. There were two cabins below where we stowed our gear, then we went back up on deck. Clare helped sort out the ropes and finally Veronique undid the final lines holding us to the pier. Pascal engaged the engines and we pulled out into the water.

Getting out of the harbour was a tricky business, it was a big yacht and it was difficult to see from the back, Pascal was glad of the three of us acting as lookouts and yelling as he manoeuvred between the other piers.

Finally we got out onto the open water and he cut the engine and the three of them started raising the main sail. I decided to stay out of the way as they seemed pretty expert. I felt the wind catch as the boat slowly keeled over slightly and accelerated. I decided a cup of coffee was in line.

When I came back up on deck they were all sitting in the cockpit at the back of the boat with Veronique at the wheel. I passed around the drinks and some croissants we had brought. The sun was really kicking now and Veronique had taken off her fleece, leaving a cotton vest top. She was a little cold though I guessed, as there were two hard points holding out the front where it covered her breasts.

'So how is your new life all working out down here?' asked Pascal.

'Well some things really couldn't get any better; I mean here I am on a great yacht, sailing in the med on a Saturday morning. Its just splendid.'

'Yes it beats the gravy train. How do you find your new apartment' He inquired innocently.

'Well I don't think we really thought through when we rented it quite how open it was. I mean the view is fantastic but there is not much privacy. How do you find it?'

'Yes I know what you mean' he concurred. 'We were on our own most of the winter but now it is very open, Veronique isn't bothered, but I am a little uncomfortable.' he continued.

I thought that it was funny that it was the blokes that came over all prudish, considering how they were always encouraging the women to wear low cut dresses and skimpy bikinis.

'I think it is fun' interjected Veronique. 'I like to watch you in your apartment; you are a lovely couple to watch, so in love. Don't be offended but it is like having very sexy pets to watch'. I was most amused to be compared to a cat or dog. Or were we mice I wondered. 

'You men are so used to being the ones looking at the girls you cant get used to being the one being the object of someone else's gaze. I have come to enjoy being on display to you two, and from talking to Clare she has too.'

Well there was no disputing that, even now she was wearing a thin camisole top that left little to the imagination and she was grinning like a Cheshire cat, perhaps a little embarrassed but not really. 

'Besides it is only you two that can see, and even after a week I feel like we are old friends.' Clare added. 'I wouldn't like just anyone to see but in someways I feel like I am sharing the experience with you when there is a chance you can see.'

'Just how much would you like to share Clare' Pascal asked, a small grin played across his face.

'Oh god, don't get the wrong idea, watching is the limit, I am not proposing some kind of wife swap', Clare dissolved in embarrassed giggles at the thought of it. 'I am really not that kind of girl!'

'No of course ' replied Pascal, anxious to avoid an embarrassing silence. 'I don't think that was what any of us had in mind, I was just thinking that the island we are sailing to today has a naturist beach, it is really the perfect place, a quiet cove white sand some trees for shade. But obviously it would mean be naked in public, could you do that?'

'Oh that would be fine' said Clare 'I have already done nude modelling this week, I could handle that.'

It seemed they felt it was agreed, but I was a lot less happy myself. While Clare might feel she had been building up to this, I had never been naked in front of anyone much more than girl friends. Besides I was a little concerned that a day with Clare and Veronique nude might result in a sexual stimulant that would leave me turned on for all to see.

The other started talking about sailing and decided that they decided to get a bit of speed up and see what the yacht was capable of. They got more sail up and the boat accelerated again. The deck was at 45 degrees now but we were flying through the wave, spray being thrown up over the front. Clare had put a life vest on by now and was scampering around adjusting ropes trying to make best use of the changing wind. Pascal was barking orders from the wheel, as the two women followed them out.




A Transforming Trip Ch. 05



We sailed like that for a couple off hours, Clare gave me some lessons on what all the lines did and we all had a great time. We were hit by a huge gust at one point that knocked us all over with the force it rocked the boat, and the decision was made to cut the speed and relax.

Veronique went below to make lunch and we retired to sit in the cockpit again. We were soaked from the spray, and so I took off my lifejacket and t-shirt and sat in my shorts with the sun on my back. 

Clare finished tying up some ropes, and came back to sit with us. She too slipped off her life jacket and then, looking Pascal straight in the eyes, lifted the camisole top over her head. I for one couldn't help but look down to her breasts momentarily raised as her arms were lifted over her head. Pascal somehow managed to keep eye contact with Clare's challenging stare.

'That was great' said Clare 'This is a fantastic yacht, thank you so much for inviting us with you. I love sailing and really pushing it. You sail very well Pascal.'

'Oh I think it is all about teamwork, Veronique and I cant sail it well on own, we really need some crew who know what they are doing.'

Clare slipped her soaked shorts off and put them on her wet camisole. She was just wearing a pair of wet white knickers that were clinging to her and semi transparent. I could clearly see her pubes through the front. 'I should have put my bikini on first.' She observed as she took her bikini bottoms out of the bag on the floor. She sat down next to me, facing Pascal and said 

'So how often do you go sailing?'. He turned to answer her just as she slipped off her knickers and lifted her leg up to pull them off her foot. Once again he maintained perfect eye contact as he replied. 'Perhaps once a month, a good friend owns it but they are in New York this year so we get it more often now.

Clare dropped her soaked knickers to the floor and sat naked next to me, then lifted her foot back up, and slid the bikini up her leg, as she did so she must have given Pascal a full view of her open pussy. There was no doubt in my mind that she was playing with him following her earlier conversation. As she looked down to pull it up I finally saw his eyes wander down over her naked breasts and pussy before she finally pulled them up.

We were approaching the island by this time having made much better time than expected what with running at race speed all morning. We took down sails and anchored outside the bay. We would stay here overnight and then make the trip to the beach tomorrow morning.

Veronique came up from the cabin with a tray of baguettes and drinks. She had put on her bikini too, although she had decided that perhaps a top was in order. She looked over at Clare who was by now laying back her breasts in the sun, bathing herself in it by my side. 

'Oh I see you have been showing off to my husband again.' She observed with a smile. 'Well, I see the way it will be.'

We all tucked into the food, and a couple of bottles of wine slipped down pretty easily too. Clare and Veronique both imbibed generously were pretty raucous by the time we had polished off some patisserie. 

'If you could have any man Clare, which one would you fuck?' Veronique inquired. 'After William obviously' she joked.

'Well how about Robert Redford' Clare replied. 

'About the age he was in Butch Cassidy. I think he would give excellent sex, very gentle and considerate'.

'I would take Sean Connery at 40, Bond age. I don't think he would be a considerate lover, but I think he would have passion,' Veronique responded.

'What is more important?' Clare continued 'you prefer passion to technique; I like a man that is willing to suck my clit. No suck, no orgasm. William is very expert at it, I have him well trained.'

'Clare you are drunk again!' I exclaimed. 'Stop it.'

Veronique ignored me. 'Hmmm, Pascal is not so keen on that. But I make myself cum with my hand while we fuck. That is fine by me, I think it is better to do it yourself there are some things you cannot trust a man with, an orgasm is one of them. 'Oh I know what you mean' Clare was off again, I hoped there wasn't too much more to be told. 'It is nice to cum with your hand when he is fucking you, but before and after I like him to suck me to orgasm. '

'You have three orgasms!' Veronique looked surprised.

'Sure normally three, one before I let him in my pussy, so I am wet for him, then one when we cum together then one after when he has gone soft again and is good for nothing else.' They laughed together. Pascal and I rolled our eyes, amused to see the girls comparing notes.

'Hmm maybe I should get him to suck me more, there might something in it.' Veronique thought allowed. 

'I normally only cum once, just when he does. But you are right it would be nice again after. William do you really suck Clare's pussy again after you have cum in her? Both the men I have fucked didn't like sucking a cunt full of cum. You don't mind.,'

I was taken aback by having to answer detailed questions about my sexual preferences. 'Oh. Well no, I don't really mind. I mean Clare really likes it so I just like to keep her happy. I mean it isn't really unpleasant or anything, just a bit, well goopy.' They laughed. Clare and Veronique had both emptied their glasses and Veronique refilled then both. 

'Actually I sometimes make him lick his cum out of my pussy. That turns me on too.' Clare chipped in helpfully.

'Oh my god, that turns me on.' said Veronique. 

'I know I have an idea.' announced Veronique. 

'Clare, I want you to come and watch Pascal and me make love. Then I will come and watch you. It would not be proper for the men to watch but I think it would be fine for us. We can report back any hints to our husbands.' 

'Ooo do you think we should, it is a bit well, you know, oh, kinky.' Clare looked intrigued. I could tell she was tempted.

'Veronique I really don't think this is a good idea, we are friends it will be weird, besides I don't know if I like the idea of you watching.'

'Oh come on William, you forget I have seen you fuck Clare already. It is a beautiful thing. ' Veronique replied.

'Oh lets give it a go.' replied Clair, obviously excited by the idea.

'But why cant we both watch?' I asked, and Pascal nodded too.

'Oh no, I couldn't make love with you there, only Clare. I wouldn't like how you study my body. Women watch in a different way, they look from a romantic point of view. ' Veronique insisted.

'Well ok.' I eventually agreed. 'But one rule. The women can watch, but they absolutely cannot touch or be touched, clear.'

'Absolutely.' Veronique stood up and dragged Pascal up too, pulling him down into the cabin. Clare stood up and followed them down, still wearing just her bikini bottoms, her breasts bobbing slightly as she went down the steps. She closed the hatch behind her to emphasise that I wasn't invited in.

I sat back into the seat, I was hugely aroused to think that Clare was sitting in a small cabin, in just a tiny bikini bottom, watching this very good looking couple prepare to make love in front of her. I was however very nervous that shortly I was going to have to make love with Clare with Veronique watching. I wondered whether I would even be able to become erect with her there.

I looked out across the bay at the beach. Even more terrifying, tomorrow they were expecting me to strip naked and go out onto the beach where I could see hundreds of people.

Eventually I heard Veronique screaming out, I presume as she finally made herself cum as Pascal fucked her. I felt my stomach turn with nerves; my erection was definitely waning as the nerves kicked in. There was a continued wait however; I wondered what they were up to. I hoped that Clare hadn't decided to get involved as i knew I would feel horribly betrayed if she screwed around with them.

I heard Veronique scream out again and wondered whether she had persuaded Pascal to suck her clit. Shortly the door opened and Pascal came out, red faced and sweaty. He smiled weakly at me then dived off into the sea in his shorts. Veronique came up, took me by the hand and led me down into the cabin. She was nude and I could see cum running down her leg a little, the sperm on her ass too. She had the rosy glow of a woman post orgasm.

I went down into our cabin; the bed in the other cabin was disturbed with their lovemaking. Clare came in from the other cabin and I was relieved to see she was still wearing her bikini bottoms, although there was a dark patch between her legs where she was I presumed very aroused by what she had just watched.

She came over to without speaking and kissed me lightly on the lips, her tongue darted out of her mouth playing on my lips. Behind her I saw Veronique settle down into a chair in the corner. She put one of her hands down between her legs and played gently with her clit. Clare regained my full attention by forcing her tongue deep into my mouth. I could feel her hard nipples pushing into my chest. We kissed for a minute or two, trading tongues as we explored each other's mouth.

Clare pulled away and released the bows on her bikini bottoms, allowing them to fall to the floor. She lay down onto the bed, on her back and opened her legs wide. The lips of her pussy opened up, exposing the inner lips and clit, and she said quietly to me. 'Suck my clit please.' I lay down on my front, between her legs. I took the outer lips of her pussy with my fingers and held them wide apart. I moved my mouth up to her and started to run my tongue up and down over her clit.

'Mmmmm, that's nice' She purred appreciatively. As I licked her I moved my left hand up to her breast and ran my finger around her already hard nipple. 

Veronique then moved from her chair to the edge of the bed and I was suddenly forced to realise that she was studying me as I licked and sucked my wife's clit. My cock hardened as I suddenly found the experience of her watching incredibly erotic. Clare was getting close to cumming I could sense so I stopped sucking her clit and pulled back from her, admiring her enlarged inner lips and her clit, begging to be satisfied. Clare held the top of my head pulling it back towards her. I moved my hand down from her breast and slowly put one finger inside her cunt, it was very wet and I could almost feel her desire.

I returned my mouth to her pussy, and resume licking her. I moved my tongue in circles around the clit as I listened to her breathing to see how close she was. As she got closer I would stop for 10 seconds to tease her.

Veronique sat closer, watching me licking Clare with my finger slowly rubbing the inner wall of her cunt. Clare looked up at Veronique, and smiled, obviously enjoying sharing the incredible intimacy. 

'Oh god let me cum' she finally exclaimed. I teased her three more times, feeling her tense her body each time as she prepared for orgasm, but I stopped just as she got close. Veronique smiled as she watched Clare's desperation.

'Go on' she said finally, ' you are torturing us both.' Veronique was touching her own clit in time with me licking Clare and I could see the cum around her clit turning white as she rubbed it harder.

I licked Clare with renewed intensity and felt her tense once more before finally erupting in screams of pleasure. She held eye contact with Veronique throughout her orgasm as Veronique continued to finger her engorged clit.

'Fuck me hard' Clare finally demanded. I needn't have worried about my erection. Having Veronique masturbate while watching us was in fact an amazing turn on. She and Clare seemed to have formed a bond that allowed them to share the most intimate of secrets.

I took off my shorts and moved up on top of Clare, her hands grabbed at my hard cock and pulled it towards her wet opening. I resisted slightly trying to tease her one last time. Veronique was studying us intently as I finally entered Clare and she screamed in pleasure once again. I moved back and forth, enjoying the wet silky pleasure as my cock moved in and out of her. She pulled her knees up to her chest to alter the angle I entered her and again, she whimpered with pleasure as I thrust deep into her. 

Clare moved one hand down to her clit, and one up to my head. She put her fingers into my mouth as she licked her lips preparing for another orgasm. 

'I am close' she announced. 'I'm not' I replied.

'Let me suck you.' She said.

I pulled out of her pussy and lay down next to her. She leant down facing me and put her mouth down to my cock. I could see it was wet, covered in her juices as she took it into her mouth. 

Veronique moved around to study exactly how she was sucking me. I watched her for a moment, one of her fingers flicking in and out of her pussy in a different way to the way that Clare touched herself.

I felt my orgasm approaching and told Clare. She moved up and sat over my cock, slowly sliding me back inside her. She moved one hand back to her clit and took her nipple with the other, squeezing it hard. 

'I am close again' she moaned.

'Me too' I replied.

She moved faster and faster, leaning forward to rub her breasts on my chest as she did. I could feel her finger rubbing her clit, rubbing onto the top of my cock. We came together as I felt this enormous explosion of pleasure. I felt my cock pumping cum into her cunt. She stopped finally and we lay together, both breathing quickly with satisfaction.

Veronique was still watching intently, I saw her looking down at Clare's pussy as she moved forwards towards me.

'Now suck me once more.' Clare moved her pussy over my face and then laid back over my body and legs. I could taste my cum all around her lips as I resumed my lick and suck movement from earlier. 'Put your tongue in my cunt' she asked.

Veronique moved closer, she was watching how pulled back and moved my tongue down to her cunt once more. I pushed it deep inside her tasting a mouthful of cum. She tensed her vaginal muscles, forcing it down into my mouth and onto my face. Veronique watched as I swallowed the mixture of cum and vaginal juices.

'Now finish me again.' I licked her clit hard and fast. Clare finally came again, pinching her nipples hard as she did so.

Veronique came shortly afterwards, one hand rubbing her clit, the other fingering her pussy, still dripping with Pascal's cum.

We laid back and lied together.

'Thank you so much' says Veronique, turning from the cabin and leaving us.

I lied back, feeling Clare naked next to me, truly content. It felt natural to let Veronique watch and I am sure Clare will be happy she agreed to it too. 



A Transforming Trip Ch. 06



Clare and I lay on the bed together naked, contented from our lovemaking. She leant over to me and kissed me. 'I can taste your cum in your mouth.' she observed. My face was still sticky from where she had rubbed her cum filled lips over it.

'Do you mind?' I asked, then before waiting for an answer. 'What is it with you and that anyway. Why have you suddenly taken to forcing me to lick my cum out of your pussy after sex. You told Veronique about it, then demonstrated.'

'Well I suppose it is a domination thing, I mean you like to cum on my face and in my mouth and see me swallow, don't you. I mean all men do.' 'mmm' I agreed ambiguously. She knew however that I had asked to cum on her face a couple of times in the past so I was on thin ice disagreeing.

'Well I guess this is the same.' she explained. ' I just feel terribly powerful and aroused with my pussy over your face, watching the mixture of our sexual union drip down into you mouth and then seeing you eat it. I suppose it is a bit like me marking you as mine.' she continued.

'So did you enjoy Veronique watching our lovemaking?' I asked her. I thought we should talk about it soon in case she had any regret.

'Oh it was wonderful. I am so glad it was just her, because I feel so close to her, and it was incredibly intimate for her to be lying next to us just watching. If there had been both of them it would have been sexual, but instead it was like a meeting of souls, for me anyway.'

'Clare you should know, for me having a woman masturbating 20 centimetres from me while I make love with you is hugely sexual. Don't think that it was just some spiritual thing I couldn't help but be aroused by her, even as I was making love with you. I think it could be a dangerous thing for us.'

'Yes of course William, it was a one off. I think Veronique feels so too. After they made love for me she said, 'There you have seen everything now as if there was closure.'

'Did she get Pascal to suck her clit?' I referred back to this morning's conversation.

'No, no luck there for her. In fact she let him fuck her ass for me. She asked if I liked anal sex and I said I had never tried but that I wasn't keen, that I thought it would hurt. So before Pascal came, she asked him if he would like to. Well you can imagine that he was quite keen, and then they did it while I watched.' 

'What was it like?' We had never tried it and Clare had always been very hesitant about it. She quite liked a small well-oiled vibrator inside her anus when we made love, but had always said 'no' when I suggested trying anal intercourse.

'Hmm, I don't think it is for me really, I don't mind you fucking me from behind, but I don't know it just looks too dominating to me. Veronique just put her head down and stuck her ass in the air, Pascal relaxed her anus with a vibrator, rubbing it round the rim, then lightly inside and he used plenty of that jelly. They both enjoyed it and Veronique made herself cum again but I don't know, it seemed like he was almost abusing her. I didn't like it really. Really I prefer it when we are lying with our bodies close together and kissing.'

'They are much more physical, almost violent when they have sex. She scratched his back as they fucked, then bit his ear later. They like to mix pain in too. It wasn't for me.'

Clare got up and picked up a summer dress, she slipped it over her beautiful naked body and opened the door to the cabin to go out.

'Come on lazy bones, you cant stay in bed, we have to cook dinner, Veronique did lunch.' Just at that moment Veronique came passed the door. She had dressed into shorts and a camisole top, she looked in at me, I noticed her glance down at my cock and smile. It seemed strange that she would treat my nudity with such distain; she didn't even consider whether I would mind.

I got up and put my shorts back on. I joined Clare in the galley where she was preparing a seafood salad. We worked well together in the kitchen and it was nice to be doing something ordinary again. I had been worried that there would be tension on the boat after the girls had watched us all, but Veronique and Pascal came and went through the kitchen, getting some soft drinks as if nothing had happened.

We sat down to eat together and it was all smiles. The cold salmon and prawns that Veronique had brought were delicious and we all tucked in enthusiastically. 

I discussed the Raskolovics deal with Pascal some more, he still saw no problem, even with the new deal. He thought we should just take the cash locally and pretend it came from the casino, washing it through the banks own cash account. It was a lot of money, but if we spread it over a week or two it wouldn't jump out at anyone in London. 

It was really getting into questionable legal territory, but as Isabelle had pointed out, the fees were very generous. We wouldn't be able to book the payments through the normal bank systems, so would have to hold in a separate safe. It was all very dodgy.

Oh well, I thought to myself at least I have a possible plan if push comes to shove with the Raskolovics..

'Your husband is a very gentle lover.' Veronique was talking to Clare, obviously thinking about earlier. 'But, I thought it was all too nice for my tastes. I like sex with a bit of action, you two are very static, very considerate.'

'Yes' agreed Clare 'When you and Pascal make love, there is more violent movement, and you sometimes hurt one another, but it is not what we want.' Veronique smiled, 'Pain and pleasure are quite similar, you should try it.'

Clare laughed. 'Really. I don't think so.' We carried on chatting, about love and relationships till well into the night. It was nice to compare notes, and the fact that we had shared so much that day meant it was easy to talk.

We woke late the next day, and got up quickly as we only had a few hours to visit the beach before we had to sail back. Clare hopped out of bed, naked as she taken to sleeping, and disappeared out the door to take a quick shower. She met Pascal in the corridor, and I heard them chatting for a minute or two.

She came back wet having forgotten her towel, leant over dripping and kissed my passionately on the lips.

I got up and walked to the shower with the towel held tactically in front of me, my modesty in tact, for now anyway.

I got up deck and Pascal was near the front of the boat, pulling up the anchor to set off a little closer into the bay. 

'Oh you are up finally.' He grinned. Veronique was at the wheel, her hair in a tight ponytail. She had a thin cotton beach dress over her obviously otherwise naked body. It was semi transparent and a belt held it close to her breasts and accentuated her hips. I looked at her and immediately felt my cock harden. I worried about what lay ahead. 

'Good morning William'. She saw me looking at her. 

'I trust you slept well.' 'Yes thank you' I replied. Clare was reading, dressed in her bikini briefs lying on a sun bed built into the deck at the front of the boat. I looked down and admired her breasts glistening with newly applied sun oil. 

Pascal was obviously enjoying watching her without her customary challenging gaze that she normally gave him, daring him to look at her. He was done with the ropes for now and was just sitting back looking over at her.

'My husband finds your wife very attractive.' Veronique observed quietly so he would not hear. 

'You know we have shared our bed with other couples in the past. I think Pascal was considering it yesterday. I think he would very much like to fuck your wife. But I saw yesterday that I don't think we would be compatible at all. Besides, Clare put him down in no uncertain terms.'

'Yes, it is not our style at all.' I agreed. 'I don't think it would be good for our marriage.'

'In France, many men have mistresses you know, you should try it. I am sure Isabelle would be amenable.' She pointed out.

'Yes I am sure. She has indeed already suggested it. But really, why would I want more than Clare.'

'Oh William, you have a lot to learn about love.' she replied. I was a little annoyed by her patronising tone. 

'No Veronique I just think we like different things, Clare and I just don't need anyone else to jazz up our sex lives.'

'Oh come on William, admit it you found my being there very sexy yesterday.' It was true; I had found her being there added to the whole thing.

'Yes, but just once. We won't be doing that again. Really.' I concluded.

We had reached the bay now and Veronique killed the engine, Pascal dropped the anchor and the yacht came to a halt. I noticed Pascal had been chatting away with Clare, I wondered if he was trying to seduce her. I was sure she would resist him but a little jealousy came over me nevertheless.

We went below and got our stuff together, plus a basket of picnic things. Pascal loaded it all onto a small motor dinghy that he had lowered from the rear of the boat and we climbed in. Clare was still topless in just her bikini briefs and Veronique hadn't put anything under her very thin dress. We were packed close as it was a tiny little boat and I had Clare pressed close to my side. I felt her breasts rubbing against my arm as we bounced over the waves.

The beach we were approaching was a real dream location. Rocks on either edge, perfect white sand. Cliffs above it. A small bar area to one side and some dune area behind to the other side with palm trees providing shade. We pulled onto the beach, the women jumped out and Pascal and I pulled the dinghy up out of the water. 'It will be fine here.' he said.

'Lets go up onto the dunes a bit' said Veronique. 'It is nice to have some shade too.'

We walked up the beach, it wasn't busy but we walked past one couple, obviously regulars. He was laying on his back, nude. His skin was a light brown, with no lines at all around his slightly darker cock which lay to one side on his leg. His partner lay to one side on her side reading. Her fully blond haired pussy slightly open as her legs were splayed for balance. She too had an all-over tan with no lines around either tits or pussy.

We got up to the dunes and Veronique picked a spot with sun and dappled shade. We put the stuff down and spread out the towels. Veronique immediately put her hands to her knees, took the hem of her dress and lifted it over her head revealing her hugely attractive curves. She smiled at me and asked Pascal to put some sun cream on her. Pascal looked around and then he too discarded his shorts. His cock was white I was glad to see, so we wouldn't be the only white bottomed bathers. He seemed unbothered by his nudity and took the cream and started pouring it onto Veronique's back. Clare undid the bows of her briefs and let them drop to the floor. She had obviously shaved the lips of her pussy again this morning, as they were perfectly smooth. She walked over to me. 'Come on William, don't be shy.' She grinned at me. As I looked back I could feel my semi erect cock and was worried how it would seem. 

I put my thumbs inside my shorts and tried to push them down nonchalantly. My cock was big, but fortunately didn't spring up, much to my relief. Clare took the sun cream and offered to do my back. I agreed and was glad to have an excuse to lie on my front. As she ran her hands over me I became more glad to be on my front. 

Veronique and Pascal decided to go for a swim and walked off down the beach hand in hand. Clare lay down next to me propping her head up on her arm. She her legs were together.

'Lie on your back.' She said. 'Why?' I responded. 'So I can see your cock of course. What is the fun of coming to a naturist beach if you lie on you front.'

I hesitantly turned onto my side, facing her. My slightly enlarged cock fell to one side. 'That's better.' 'Its all right for you, no one can see if you are aroused.' I observed. 

'Well that's half the fun isn't it. At least you haven't shaved down there.' She looked down at her pussy. 

'What do you mean, I noticed you shaved again this morning. And very nice it looks too.' 

'Well the thing is, once you shave your lips you have keep it smooth or it gets really itchy.'

'Well it looks great, I hope you keep it like that.' I replied.

'Perhaps we'll see. Pierre says he prefers models with full pubic hair, so I might grow it back for him'

'What! You consider your duties as a model more important than as a lover?' I joked back.

'Oh well, it is nice to be admired either way.' She replied.

A couple of good-looking guys walked past, I watched them both, as they looked Clare's naked form over. They were both a lot less excited by her than I was. I felt incredibly exposed as they looked over at me too, 

'So what were you talking to Veronique about this morning?' Clare asked.

'Oh just the usual Veronique conversation, she was telling me that we should do some kind of foursome with them. Or else that I should have an affair with Isabelle. I don't know Clare, Veronique has a more open kind of marriage than us, they are a bit too extreme for me.'

'Hmmm, maybe. Pascal was very charming this morning, but I wonder if he wasn't building up to something similar. He certainly finds me attractive!'

'Would like to sleep with him?' I inquired.

'No, not at all having seen him fuck Veronique and then fuck her ass. No he isn't for me.' I was pleased. I didn't think she would but was glad to have it confirmed. One of the guys from earlier wandered over, I wondered what he was up to, although I suspected mainly eyeing up Clare.

'Do you have a cigarette lighter?' he asked. 

'Hold on.' Said Clare. Veronique smoked on occasion. Clare went to her bag and found the lighter. As she leaned over the shaved lips of her pussy flitter into view between her smooth thighs. 

'Here you are.'

'Thanks' he replied, lighting his cigarette. 

'First time here?' he asked passing it back to Clare who lay back onto the towel. The guy was well tanned over all his bits so I presumed he was a local.

'Yes, it is a beautiful place though isn't it. Do you live here?' She replied, showing more willingness to chat than I cared for. As she replied she reached over and picked up the sun cream. 

'Yes, a few miles along the coast, this is the best beach on the island. Difficult to get though down the cliffs don't you think. How did you find this place, it isn't in many guidebooks.'

Clare poured some sun lotion onto her shoulders and arms and started slowly rubbing it in. 'Actually we came on that yacht, friends of ours borrowed it.' She slowly completed her arms, and reached over to the bottle again.

'Wow, that is a fine boat. Do you sail? My brother has a catamaran that we go out in, but that one is beautiful.' He turned to admire it.

'Yes, I sail a bit, although the guy that we came with is skippering.' She poured some lotion over her breasts and running her fingers in circles around her already aroused nipples started to rub it in. The guy was looking back at us now and having none of Pascal's self control was happily watching her touch herself. I was intrigued by her too, and lay on my front to avoid any unnecessary exposure. I could see that he too was starting to become aroused by her show.

'I love sailing, I wish the cat had cabins though, it is just a fast toy really, great for zipping around the bay but no good for going on a trip. Everything gets too wet!' He continued. Clare lay back down, although as she did so she lifted her upper knee a little, opening her pussy; I could see a glimpse of her inner lips and the guy had a better view. His cock was extended, and getting fatter as he watched her tease him.

'Yes it is great to be able to come here for a trip for the weekend. I guess it is horribly expensive though. Better to have rich friends! We could never afford it.' She lifted her knee further giving a full view of her shaved pussy wide open, offering every aspect of her for his view. He looked down at her, drinking in every detail of her sex. His cock started to rise as his erection grew. He started to look uncomfortable with his exposed position.

Her hand went down to her pussy and a finger extended slowly to her clit. She absentmindedly rubbed it, as he watched in silence. His cock was getting truly erect now and he looked across at me to see whether I minded my wife wantonly masturbating in front of him. I was aroused too, and was happy to see how he reacted. I think he decided that he couldn't stand there with a hard on for all to see, and he couldn't fuck her, so he better be off. 

'Well, it was nice to meet you, and thanks for the light.' He turned to go, his cock now sticking straight out from his body.

'Sure, and you' Clare responded smiling.

'Clare, did you enjoy that?' I inquired once he was out of earshot. 'Is there anything you are afraid of showing?'

'I just get this huge thrill from it.' she replied. 'My heart is hammering and I can feel my pussy buzzing with excitement when I watch people studying my nude body. It is harmless fun anyway, he seemed happy enough, and I bet you had a huge hard on watching me. Admit it you enjoy me flaunting myself to other men.'

'Yeah, I guess I do kind of. But is it getting out of hand?'

'No, I am enjoying myself, you are enjoying yourself. No one is getting hurt and you get great sex. I have often fantasised about nudity in public, this trip just seems to have given me an opportunity to live it out for a while. It doesn't change us, I still love you more than anything.' She kissed me passionately.

'Oh stop fretting, come on lets go and have a swim.' Fortunately my cock had softened slightly so I was comfortable getting up.

We walked down the beach and I felt very exposed as a number of the other bathers glanced up at us as we walked passed. They seemed more interested in Clare in general, but two girls we walked passed definitely looked me over from head to toe as I strolled down, cock swinging away like a bell in a belfry. 

We got down to the water, and even though it was a little chilly we rushed in and launched ourselves into the deeper parts. The water was a perfect clear blue, which offered greater coverage than nothing, but still allowed pretty unfettered vision of our and other bathers naked form. 

Swimming naked in the sea was an absolutely fantastic feeling, one of the most sensual experiences, somehow like being licked all over. I developed another huge erection and Clare kept on slipping past me to tease me, rubbing her nipples against my arms back and chest as she passed. We were standing in a quiet bit of water, quite a way from the beach. The water was about chest deep when Clare swam over to me, twisted round and wrapped her legs around my waist. She put her hand down to my cock and slid it into her still wet and aroused pussy. 

I looked around to see who was nearby but no one was near enough to really see whether we were just cuddling or actually fucking. I used my arms on her waist to raise and lower her slightly onto my hard cock as her ran her hands through my hair. 

'Hold on' She asked, 'maybe I can cum like this.' She put one arm round my neck holding on, and the other she lowered into the water, I soon felt the familiar movement on the top surface of my cock as she rubbed her clit. I was already aroused from her earlier teasing of the beach guy, so moved her hips only gently to keep myself from orgasm. 

She was obviously close too, as much sooner than usual she whispered 'Now' into my ear. I moved her hips faster now, pumping her faster up and down over me. The water made it very easy to move her as she felt light. We came together and she tried to control her scream as I felt her pussy grip my cock as I pumped her full of cum. 

Clare let out a small squeak despite her control and a guy who had swum nearer to us as we had fucked looked across at us. I don't think he had many doubts that we were making love and smiled enviously at me. Clare held me closer, forcing her tongue into my mouth, oblivious that a stranger had observed her lovemaking.




A Transforming Trip Ch. 06



Eventually my cock softened and she released the grip of her knees around my hips. She swam off over towards Pascal and Veronique who were sitting on some rocks in the distance. I swam over to join them too. 

'Hello William, you enjoying yourself, taking advantage of your good lady's nudity.' Veronique teased me. Clare was lying nude on the rocks next to Veronique with a huge grin on her face. I wondered whether they had watched us from there, or whether Clare had told them. There was no telling anymore she would be happy to tell Veronique anything from what I could see.

Veronique was sitting on the rocks cross-legged, her pussy fully open towards me. She watched me get out of the water, checking to see the state of my erection. Fortunately it was in post coital relaxation, not too shrunken but not hard either. Pascal was lying back in front of her, enjoying looking up at her breasts and wide-open lips.

'Lets go and get a drink.' I suggested. I was thirsty after the morning's exertions. We all dived back into the water swam to the shore and walked up to the bar. It seemed bizarre to walk up to a bar with nothing on, and it occurred to me as we ordered 4 beers that we had no cash. I volunteered to walk back to the stuff and get some.

I looked back at the bar and Clare and Veronique were sitting on stools while the barman put four ice cold lagers onto the bar in front of them. He checked out their tits as he did so. 'What a great job I thought to myself. I had no idea if he was wearing anything but sitting at a bar with Veronique and Clare naked in front of you was pretty close to my idea of heaven. 

I got the cash and returned. Clare was still sitting at the bar, her legs slightly apart. She was chatting with Pascal about her art course. He seemed more relaxed with her nudity and I saw him look down over her breasts a few times, sneaking a peak at her pussy when she turned to take her drink. He definitely desired her; I just hoped that he wasn't going to make a move. It might spoil the atmosphere to see her reject him. Any way we had been more than clear that group sex wasn't for us really.

We finished the beers as I chatted with Veronique, she had been pretty open about watching my body any way and felt no problem in glancing down to my cock whenever she fancied. It was strange as a bloke to have a woman view you in that way, I was pleased that she found me attractive, but wondered what she was thinking. 

We went back to our stuff and sat down.

'We have to go straight after lunch, we have a sail back and don't want to get back after dark.' Pascal announced.

'It will be a shame no longer to see your naked form Clare.' He added looking across at me to see what I thought.

'Well Pascal as you know you can see my naked form from your lounge anytime you fancy, and don't think that this trip has changed my mind about you either. I love to let you watch; just understand that it is to watch only. I have not fucked anyone since I married William and while you are top of my reserve list, that is no good while we remain so much in love.' Clare replied.

'What a shame' Pascal replied, once again looking over Clare's naked tits.

We made our way back to the dinghy and from there back to yacht. It had been an amazing day and I was hugely content. Clare went down once we arrived back and put some shorts and a T-Shirt on, I wondered if she felt uncomfortable nude now that Pascal had made his thoughts so explicit. 

I also wondered what would come of the latest deal with the Raskolovics the following day, and indeed my call with the head of money laundering at the bank in the afternoon. Well it would all have to wait as we had a reasonable sail back before then.



A Transforming Trip Ch. 07



The trip back was quick, wet but otherwise uneventful. Veronique took the helm and Clare, Pascal and I scrambled over the yacht keeping it running at maximum speed. As a result we were all salty, wet and tired as we pulled into our berth in the harbour. 

Clare took off her lifejacket revealing a damp white top clinging to her breasts, the top semi-transparent with the dampness and her erect nipples clearly visible. Pascal volunteered to sort out the boat, and so we grabbed our stuff and walked up through town back to our apartment. She got a great reception as we walked past a crowd of young men drinking beer outside a bar in the main square, and jiggled her breasts to please the audience.

'Show off.' I commented once we had left them behind. 'Yeah yeah.' she replied, 'This morning that guy was checking out my pussy, I hardly find a slightly see through top very shocking. I am a little aroused from it though, this clingy top is pretty sexy.'

We got back to the apartment and were both quite cold despite the warm sun. She discarded her wet clothes in the kitchen and went into the shower. I did likewise and soon we were standing naked together under the foot wide rose of the shower, steaming hot water cascading down over us. 

Clare got the shower gel, took a generous palm-full and started rubbing it over my chest. Her soft hands caressed over my arms and shoulders and down to my cock. She got another handful and took my shaft in one hand, and my balls in the other, rubbing the creamy soapy liquid in as she moved her hands back and forth. I quickly hardened to her soft caress. I then took a handful of the gel and started to rub it into her back, over her shoulders and down to her breasts. I watched her nipples grow longer and harder as I rubbed them a little more firmly. 

She the took some more and ran her hands down my back and over my ass, her two hands each grabbing a cheek and rubbing the soap into them. She then grabbed my cock with one hand and at the same time moved her other hand to my anus, moving her soapy finger round and round the rim. She had never touched me there before and the combination of sensation as she briskly pumped my cock with one hand and fingered my ass with the other was hugely arousing. My cock was completely hard now; I could see it nodding slightly with my heartbeat throbbing through it. 

She slowed down her movement on my cock and, taking another shot of gel in her other hand, inserted a finger inside my ass. I felt my muscles clamp down on her finger as a huge sensation of my body being invaded by her washed over me. She continued to tease my rock hard cock with one hand as she slowly moved her finger further into my ass. I could feel myself relax slightly after a while. 

I could feel my orgasm coming, I tensed myself as I prepared to cum but she suddenly pulled back, letting go of me.

'Not so fast.' She smiled at me and laughed. She then proceeded to wash herself all over with the creamy bubbly gel, covering her smooth round breasts with bubbles and massaging the soap into her pussy. She turned off the shower and stepped out leaving me to watch her, my hard cock still sticking up in desperate longing.

She walked out of the bathroom, still completely naked and dripping with water. I followed her gingerly into the bedroom where the afternoon sun was streaming through the wall of glass overlooking the sea. I expected her to settle onto the bed, but instead she walked over to the window, slid it open and stepped onto the balcony. She was obviously enjoying the thrill of her nudity again as her nipples were erect and I could see a flush of red on her cheeks from the excitement. 

She settled into one of the sun loungers across from the opposite balcony, where she knew Pascal and Veronique would be returning any minute. 'Come on out.' She shouted back at me. I was still erect and was very hesitant about coming out through the window onto the balcony. I checked around but could see no sign of them, so I dashed out through the door sat down on the other sun lounger. 

Clare sitting opposite me and opened her legs wide apart. 'Sit there and watch.' She looked me directly in the eyes and smiled, a wicked glint in her eyes as she enjoyed the excitement of her exposure with the risk that any moment we would be discovered. She put one hand down to her clit and started running her finger over it. 

She was still wet and her hair hung down over her breasts. Drips fell onto them and then rolled slowly down to her thinly covered pussy. I watched her intently slowly bringing herself to a climax, her breasts swelling and red patches appearing on her cheeks. She finally came in a mixture of movement and screams of pleasure. One finger was running round her opening, the other briskly rubbing her now enlarged clit. I was still hugely aroused, watching as she relaxed through the final waves of pleasure.

'Now sit back and enjoy yourself while I finish you into my mouth.' She didn't really like me cumming into her mouth I knew, as normally I had to beg her for this treat. To be offered the chance voluntarily was a very pleasant surprise. She moved forward, took my balls with one hand, the base of my cock with the other and then plunged the head of my cock into her mouth.

I immediately luxuriated in the warmth and wetness as I felt her lips and tongue enclosed the top of my dick. She started gently moving her head back and forth as my cock moved in and out of her mouth. With her tongue she licked up and down the head paying particular attention to the bottom edge. I studied her beautiful face, eyes looking up into mine; her mouth stretched just wide open enough to allow the thick width of my cock to force its way in.

She sat back for a minute and gently started rubbing her hand over the head of my wet cock. 'I have been thinking about things.' She started. I wondered just what things in particular. 'Would you let Veronique watch while you fuck my ass, maybe suggest how to help enjoy it?' As a small glob of pre-cum oozed out of the top of my hard erection she took it back into her mouth, her tongue licking it off me as she enveloped me once again with her warm wet intimacy.

'Oh no Clare please.' I exclaimed. 'You have gone far enough with this, it has been fun, but I draw the line now. No more sex with other people in the room. In the distance is close enough.' 

'I was just thinking once, just to try it. Its just Veronique obviously enjoys it and she has tried it lots of times before, I thought I might like it too, and well, wouldn't you like her to watch a little.' With this she forced her little finger up into my anus, and lowered her mouth back over my cock. 

I imagined Clare kneeling on the bed her face down in the pillows while I watched my cock ramming hard into her open ass. The image did arouse me and I looked back at her as her mouth pumped up and down on my cock.

I felt my orgasm coming closer and tensed my legs to appreciate its full effect. Clare was holding the base of my cock in one hand, pumping it deep into her mouth and gently caressing my ass with the other as I finally came with a loud exclamation. I felt the hot cum pump into her wide-open mouth as she continued to suck the head of my cock with her mouth. Once her mouth was full she pulled back from me and smiled, her mouth slightly open. A thin string of cum came from the top of my cock back up to her chin. 

I could see her mouth full of my cum as she looked back at me. She licked her lips with it and spread a thick line around her lips. A little ran out of the side of her mouth, down her chin and dripped onto her erect nipple where she rubbed it slowly into her breast. She swallowed the remainder and then opened her mouth, fully aware of how sexy I found it for her to drink my cum. She then kissed me with her still sticky lips, the salty taste of my juices still present on her tongue.

She looked over to the other balcony where I now realised Pascal had arrived back, and was standing watching us. I should have known that she was using me as a prop for her showing off. The whole thing with me cumming into her mouth had been played out for him to watch, just as much as for me. He too had seen her licking the cum around her mouth and swallowing it.

I felt a little betrayed and used, I was becoming a mere bit player for her sexual fantasies. She wanted to use me to show off her lovemaking to others, and was hoping to let me fuck her ass while Veronique watched. I felt that I was losing her respect as she pushed the boundaries for more thrills.

I got back up and walked into the bedroom as Clare followed me. Pascal tracked her naked body back into the apartment. I could see from his eyes that he almost regarded her as a lover already.

Once inside I turned to her. 'Clare, thank you so much for finishing me like that, but I really don't want Veronique there while we have sex, it will end up with her getting involved. I thought we agreed about this, I thought this was just a thrill being watched once. Now do you have to keep pushing the limits.'

'Hmmm.' She replied thoughtfully. 'Perhaps I am getting a bit carried away, I thought you would like her watching, I was just excited by the idea of trying it, just as an experiment. I was thinking maybe we were missing out not trying it. Perhaps Veronique and Pascal have an interesting view on lovemaking. I didn't like it at first, but maybe we can learn from it more. I have enjoyed taking more risks, it has been a real thrill.'

We lay together on the bed, cuddling, her head on my shoulder, one of her legs laying across my legs. She promised to cool down with her thoughts of anything to do with the others, in order to assuage my feelings. Later we got up and ate dinner together. I felt we had resolved the situation.

Next day I returned to the office. I knew we had two issues to resolve. Firstly the Raskolovics wanted to get us to agree to accept the latest payment despite the 5 million cash component, which I knew we would not get permission from London to accept. Secondly I still had to talk to the money-laundering folks about the previous payment.

I got to my desk and opened my email. There were a handful of regulation mails regarding the sales progress and new opportunities. One other email appeared though with no subject. I clicked on it and it had a link to a video clip, I assumed it was the usual crap that gets forwarded around in banks and double clicked the icon.

As it started playing I realised to my horror that it was a clip of me. It must have been taken from a security camera at the Casino the preceding week. It showed Clare on her knees obviously sucking my cock, Isabelle was to one side, her sheer dress showing off her breasts as she forced her tongue into my mouth. Finally it completed with Clare pulling back revealing my erect cock, and me suddenly looking shocked as the rest of the guests got an eyeful.

I quickly closed the media player hoping against hope no one else had seen it. The message below it was 'How will the managers in London like this?' it listed a mail group of senior bank execs that I reported to, plus another of all the trading staff in London. 

I knew that this would be a huge problem for me if it got out; these files could be forwarded round the city in no time. If it were to get out, I would be done for: sacked immediately, and I would not get another job easily. I would be renowned as the party boy that got sacked for his public blowjob. 

I assumed this was what Isabelle had meant when she said that the Raskolovics could be more persuasive if they wanted to. Pascal had warned me to be careful at that party; I should have heeded his warning.

Well anyway it cleared any doubt in my mind; we would have to go ahead with the next payment to keep the Raskolovics sweet. I wondered if this was the general approach that they took to business. Get some leverage with the person you want to use, probably with a pretty girl like Isabelle, and then just ask for what you want.

I got the papers ready, and ordered the legal folks to sort out any final contractual details. I still wasn't sure how we would put the cash through the books but I just created an electronic confirm that would look like it came in as a normal bank transfer.

By the time Clare called to ask if I fancied lunch I was feeling pretty good again. I was only doing what everyone wanted; the bank would earn a pot of commission and the Raskolovics would get their payment accepted for their development project.

Clare met me in reception, she was all smiles, radiant in a short strappy yellow sundress with pretty matching sandals and a straw hat. We walked out of the building with my arm around her waist, most content. Her dress was low cut and the front dipped and bobbed as she walked. It afforded me a great view of her naked breasts bouncing happily along in the warm sun.

We sat at a pavement cafe eating baguette sandwiches, Clare sat back holding her espresso and the sun glinted off her hair. She crossed her legs and her dress rode further up her thigh, flashing a little of her sheer white knickers. She beamed back at me, enjoying the attention she was getting.

We walked back to towards the bank after lunch, through a small shopping area. Clare had the afternoon to herself and was easily distracted by the swish French boutiques that we passed. She hesitated for a minute outside a luxury lingerie and swimwear shop. There were a variety of beauties photo'd in the window wearing a variety of skimpy lace and satin underwear. 

'Thats a pretty bra.' Clare observed, pointing at a sheer white one with embroidered flowers across the cups. 'Lets go in.' 'Ok' I agreed readily; I didn't really have time but lingerie shopping was always fun. 

Clare asked the woman behind the counter if she could try it, and the woman took a small box out of a drawer, handed it to Clare and ushered her through into a changing area at the back. I looked around the shop as I waited; I was a big fan of sheer white lace underwear, and there were a number of very sexy camisole, and baby doll pieces to admire. Another guy was also patrolling the store, also waiting for his partner I supposed. 

Once Clare was changed, the assistant came back into the shop and ushered me through into the changing area at the back of the shop. There were three small cubicles, each with a mirror and a white cotton curtain. Outside the cubicles was a larger area with a large floor to ceiling mirror. 

Clare was standing outside her cubicle wearing her white sheer knickers, together with the new bra; she looked fantastic, really sexy. Through her knickers I could see the trimmed triangle of her pubic hair and the line where the lips of her pussy came together. The bra was just as revealing, the embroidered flowers hid a little but her nipples were clear through the remainder of the lace.

'Wow you look fantastic.' I said as I felt my cock harden instantly.

'Do you like it, shall I buy it.' She admired herself in the mirror. 'I better get some more bras, I cant wear my British ones here cos they are way too boring, but walking around without one just causes so much attention.' It was the first time she had commented upon the continuous stares that she had received since her arrival, triggered largely it must be said by a hugely revealing wardrobe.

'Sure, buy it. You look great.' I replied.

Just at this moment another woman came out of one of the other cubicles and shouted through to her partner, whose name I deduced was Jacques. She was wearing a tight red corset and some very reduced G String knickers. The top also had suspenders that came down to some lace top stockings. She didn't even glance at me, but instead studied herself in the mirror.

Her partner arrived and was greeted with the beauteous sight of Clare and his wife, both in fantastically sexy underwear preening themselves in the mirror. His wife put her head back and ran her hands through her hair; he put his hands on her hips and kissed her lightly on the cheek, whispering in her ear what he thought of her hugely sexy new outfit.

'You look great.' Clare said to the other woman turning to admire her. 'Thanks.' Replied the other girl, looking back at Clare, studying her breasts and hips. 'You are lucky, you have a much more feminine look though.' She observed. 

It was true, Clare's bigger hips and breasts looked great beside her own thin, boyish hips and flattish A cup breasts. 'You should try something like this.' She said running her hands over her breasts and down to her waist. 'You would look very sexy, you have a good waist, it would show it off to perfection.' Her husband studied Clare's figure drinking in her nipples and pussy, clearly visible in the mirror, he licked his lips sub-consciously, then realised I was watching him and looked away.

Clare called through to the assistant and asked if they had the same corset and knicker combination in her size. The other woman decided to buy them anyway and took a lacy camisole and French knicker set that Jacques had found for her. 'Perhaps you could help undo the back?' She asked her husband as she turned back into her cubicle. There was not really enough room for the two of them and so she was only able to pull the curtain partially over as her partner started unclipping the hooks and eyes down the back.

The assistant handed Clare the red corset, in her size, together with accompanying string knickers. Clare too went back into her cubicle and pulled the curtain across, she made a halfhearted effort though and it fell back allowing me a clear view through a small gap. She reached behind her back and unclipped her new bra, slipping it off her shoulders and hanging it onto a hook on the wall. She took the corset slipped it around her and reached behind to start doing up the clips.

'Hmm, perhaps I need a hand too.' She asked pushing the curtain back. The other couple had finished undoing the other one and the woman slid it off, handing it to her partner, her small perky nipples now free to point back up into the air. 

She slipped the G String off onto the floor, as I caught a full view of her shaved pussy in the mirror of her cubicle. She seemed unbothered by her nudity in front of me however as she slipped the camisole over her head. It was supported nicely on her pert nipples and hung down revealingly as she leant forwards to pull the knickers up. The camisole and knickers were both lace and while they covered her to some degree, the strong spot lights picked out the lines of her figure clearly.

Clare and I had just about finished with the hooks on the back of the corset so Clare too slid off her sheer knickers, I noticed the other guy glance across at her as she sat down. She raised her leg and slid them off her foot, exposing the full view of the lips of her pussy as she did so. She then put on the matching G String and stepped out to use the taller mirror outside the cubicle. Once again the two women stood next to each other in absolutely drop dead gorgeous lingerie; my cock was throbbing with arousal looking at the two scantily clad women, each studying herself and the other in the huge mirror. 

'You see.' said the other woman. 'You look much better in that than I do, your larger breasts just accentuate your thin waist'. All of us looked down at Clare's hips and waist, the other guy making no secret of it as he stared at her naked ass, just a string and a patch of lace to cover it. 'Look at me.' She continued. 'I have no shape to me at all.'

It was her turn now as we all looked over at her, standing in a brief covering of sparcely embroidered lace. 'I think you look great.' Clare replied encouragingly. 'You have a really flat stomach and you don't have big thighs like me.' 

Our attention switched back to Clare's bare ass and legs. The other guy and I were in heaven, hoping for a detailed comparison of their breast sizes next, but the girls lost interest and wandered back into their respective cubicles to change. 




A Transforming Trip Ch. 07



Neither really bothered to close the curtain to get dressed and we were therefore treated to a further treat as they both stripped naked for us again before dressing back into their normal clothes. Once Clare had slipped her dress over her shoulders I kissed her goodbye and made off back to the office.

The first thing I sorted out back there was the details of the cash payment, which the Raskolovics had brought forward to tomorrow morning. We were planning on holding the cash in a safe normally reserved for client valuables, and dripping it through the banks cash account over ten days before transferring the balance through to the Raskolovics account. 

It was all pretty dubious but the only way to accept it without alerting head office to the details. The Raskolovics were OK about it and agreed to deliver the cash to the reception on my floor rather than through the main branch downstairs. I just had to deliver their electronic confirm, which would be OK so long as I suspended a few reconciliation checks. 

I got the impression they were used to unusual arrangements for payments. I started to realise that I was becoming more and more implicated in this dubious enterprise. I just hoped it all went smoothly.

I was chatting to their lawyer when I realised I hadn't seen Isabelle that day. I had grown fond of her presence, and missed her flashes of flesh in the office. I asked the guy and he explained that she had been moved off the job. Transferred to working in the Casino. It was a shame I said, she was very nice. 

I wondered however if there was a more sinister reason, had her failure to seduce me perhaps led to her move. I hoped that she wasn't in any trouble with them. I knew she was working to clear a family debt, I hoped it didn't compromise the deal.

At three pm I dialled into a conference call between Pascal and I with our boss from London and the head of money laundering compliance. 

'Pascal, William.' Jim, our boss began. 'I have been talking the situation with the Raskolovics over with George here and it seems you have dug us into a bit of a hole.'

My heart sank; surely we had just completed a normal client transfer. I felt he was overreacting.

'Apparently the French Regulators have decided that an organisation related to the Raskolovics are an organised crime front. While the Raskolovics themselves may be fine, there is to be an investigation of all related accounts, and your transactions are under great scrutiny. We have decided you have broken bank rules with the lack of proper documents.'

I was scandalised. From nowhere they seemed to have acted as judge and jury without considering our side. I argued ferociously with him, but he became more intransigent.

'Look I'm sorry William but someone has to carry the can for this, and you are the guy in the frame. The bank has to be seen to take decisive action. I am afraid you and Pascal are suspended without pay until the investigation is complete, and any responsibility for improper action will be yours. We just can't afford to let this go.'

Pascal and I sat back open mouthed. We had been set up as fall guys for a highly profitable business we were relatively new to. Our protests fell on deaf ears however and eventually a colleague arrived with instructions to escort us out of the building. 

We found ourselves on the street with just a few possessions we were able to rescue from our offices.

'Fuck fuck fuck.' Pascal was furious with the ruthless way we had been treated. 'We are doomed you know, they will hang us out to dry and we will never work again, no one will employ us if we are sacked for this.' 

We wandered into a bar and ordered some drinks: taking refuge in drink seemed like a good move at that stage. A few swift beers slipped down with ease, I relaxed a little but was still gobsmacked we had been treated so shabbily. We talked it through but could think of little to relieve the situation.

We eventually decided we had better go home. Veronique would know by now as she worked in same bank, but Clare wouldn't. I wondered how she would take it.

As I walked into the flat Clare was standing at a newly purchased easel a stick of charcoal in her hand. She was wearing an old t-shirt and shorts and was covered with black marks were she had touched her face and arms with her hands which were black from the charcoal.

Across the room sat Sara, her friend from the art school. Sara, much to my delight, was nude lying back on a chair facing sideways to us, obviously modelling for Clare. 

'Hello William I wasn't expecting you back so early,' Clare kissed me as she greeted me. 'You will have to entertain yourself cos I am in the middle of this.'

I looked across at Sara who was looking warily at me. I remembered that she was saying last week that her husband wouldn't like her modelling topless. I could imagine him being even less happy about me looking at her nude. 'Hello William, how are you?' Sara finally greeted me, a little tension in her voice. I decided I might as well enjoy the possibilities of the situation.

'Hi Sara' I replied. 'I'm not too bad. Thanks, how about you?' It was a lie as I was still shaken up over the trouble at work but I didn't need to tell her. I walked across the room to the adjoining kitchen where I selected a cold beer from the fridge, turning to face back across the room as I poured the cold golden liquid into a glass. 

From here Sara was sitting facing me. Her ass was perched right on the front of the chair as she lay back, her head resting on the back of the chair. One of her hands was draped casually to one side, the other was held high up behind her head, lifting the breast on that side slightly. Her eyes were looking at me questioningly, as if she couldn't believe that I had the brazen cheek to stand and study the details of her naked body.

Her pussy was generally 'au natural' with a healthy growth of thick black hair, although she must have shaved the sides at the front, and on her lips a little, presumably for when she was in her bikini. She watched my eyes with hers, her outrage lessening as she realised I was going to look whatever she did and perhaps she also realised she could do nothing without mentioning it to Clare. 

I remembered back to last week when she had visited, she had flashed her pussy then, almost casually. I guessed her change in attitude was a case of power and control. She liked to be seen when it was her own choice, but not to be ambushed in the middle of the afternoon and studied without permission.

Once my initial arousal had diminished somewhat, I walked out onto the balcony to think things over. It was difficult to see a simple way out, without the banks support we would be thrown to the lions. 

This trip was turning into nightmare in just a couple of weeks. I would have to explain it all to Clare in a minute; I just hoped she remained reasonably controlled.



A Transforming Trip Ch. 08



Clare eventually completed her sketch and Sara dressed and seemed relieved to scuttle out of the apartment with a quick 'Bye William' aimed in my direction. Clare went off to shower, as she was black with charcoal, and I prepared to tell her of how I had been suspended at work for suspected money laundering.

She came out onto the balcony with a large fluffy white towel wrapped around her shapely naked body, leant forward and kissed me tenderly on the lips; dripping water down on to me as she did so. She sat down opposite me, her towel falling open at the bottom to reveal a little of her freshly shaved pussy.

I explained that I had bad news from the office.

In the end she took it well, I guess she had actually been listening when Pascal and I had been discussing the potential problems with this deal. Nonetheless, the prospect of my losing my job, our heavily mortgaged house and the luxury lifestyle we had become accustomed to hit home. She was slightly tearful as she exclaimed 'But it's not fair, they asked you to come down here and manage these crooks, they set you up.'

'Yes, it does seem that way.' I replied. 

Her anger with the bank had distracted her and by now her towel had fallen open completely at the bottom. She sat cross-legged on the sun bed, with the early evening sun falling directly onto her wide-open pussy. I sat back to enjoy the view for what I feared would be one of the last times. My naked wife backed with blue sea and sky in this great apartment. I would miss it.

There was a knock on the door. Pascal and Veronique stood there, she looked a little upset. Pascal was still as cool as ever, perhaps recovering from the shock a little. Clare went and got dressed as we sat down to talk. At first all we could do was fume over our plight, but after a bottle or two of burgundy's fine red we came up with an idea, a fairly crazy idea, and one that would change everything. 

'Are you sure about this?' I asked Clare later as we lay together in bed. 'There will be no going back afterwards you know.' 

'Do we have any other good choices? If we stick it out then you just get the blame and we lose everything.' We lay together, her soft breasts pressing into my chest and her leg lying lightly over mine, I was content but nervous.

We got up early the next day, I dressed as normal for work, grabbed a strong black coffee and waited for Veronique. She arrived around 7am, kissed me on both cheeks and then kissed Clare too. 

'Pascal had a further idea.' She added, we have booked four flights to Paris for this afternoon in our names, then connections to Rio. My brother and his wife will take ours for us, we are looking for someone to take yours for you.' It was a good idea, if you want to disappear; it is best if everyone thinks you are in South America.

I got in the car with Veronique and we drove into the town. As we approached the office she pulled to one side and parked. I climbed over into the back seats and pulled a black blanket over me. The security guard on the car park entrance never took any notice anyway. Veronique drove round to the side of the bank, blipped the gate with her pass and drove down past the guard without a glance. My heart was hammering along anyway. It was strange that a normal drive into work could cause such tension.

We got the service lift up to the top floor where I worked and I entered my office. I was relieved to see that everything was as I had left it; my PC was even still logged in. I just prayed that they hadn't disabled my access to the bank's systems. I closed all the internal blinds so that my colleagues wouldn't see that I was in and hid out under my desk.

I had agreed with Veronique that she would keep an eye out for the Raskolovics delivery, and would bring them through when they arrived; we had no idea when though. I camped out under my desk for several hours, no one came into my old office but my heart beat faster every time someone passed the door.

Finally Veronique knocked the door three times on the way through to reception. This was the signal. I sat up on to my chair, unlocked my PC which, I was relieved to see, let me in and pretended to do some work. Veronique showed the two representatives from the Raskolovics through, and I was shocked to see Isabelle leading a big goon of a security guard who was wheeling a large suitcase. 

'Hello William, I am glad to see that you relented on this deal. I am sure you are making a good move.' She remarked. 

'Thank you Claude.' She motioned to the goon and he left to stand outside. Veronique left us alone to conclude the details. She had not been involved in the deal up to this point and it would have been odd for her to stay.

I prayed that no one came in now otherwise the game was up.

Isabelle walked over to me and sat on the desk in front of me, her skirt riding up to flash lace top stockings, it was good to see her again. 'So I understand you can send us an electronic confirm for this cash, but it will not credit our account for two weeks.' Isabelle continued. 

'I presume you have been using your initiative. I am glad because I was starting to get increased pressure from the Raskolovics from your lack of cooperation. They were very unhappy on Friday when I said you might not play ball.' 

She unbuttoned her jacket revealing her pert naked breasts pressing against the blue smooth silk lining. 'Now you will start to see how grateful they can be when they are pleased. She slid off the desk and came right up to me taking my hand in hers and running my finger around one of her nipples. Even with the tension I felt, my cock still hardened at the touch of her skin.

'Isabelle please, we have been through this.' I replied 'I do not need an affair with you. I am very satisfied by Clare's affections, there is no place in my life for you.' She rubbed my hand onto her breast cupping it in my palm. I hoped I sounded more convincing than I felt.

'William, please let me do this.' She continued. 'They are watching us from the building opposite; please let me show them I have seduced you. I need them to think you are doing this because of me. If they think I am useless then I don't know what will happen to me, or my brother.' I remembered that she was only working for them to clear a debt. I looked across the road to spot the guy with the binoculars but could see nothing. I was torn, I loved Clare but couldn't let Isabelle be harmed either. I remained silent.

Isabelle slipped the jacket from her shoulders, exposing her beautiful small breasts; she knelt in front of me and undid my trousers. While I was unsure what I wanted, my cock had no doubts and popped out, hard and ready for whatever lay ahead. Isabelle slipped me into her lips and grabbed my balls and cock with her hands. She quickly started pumping me hard into her mouth, her lips protecting me from her teeth. I lay back and enjoyed it, there was no point resisting at this stage.

Soon I felt my orgasm come in waves of pleasure as I pumped her mouth full of cum. She pulled away, licking some from her lips and swallowed it all. I felt immediate pangs of guilt, knowing that Clare would be distraught to know what I had done. Isabelle too looked uncomfortable as the reality of her position hit home. I presumed she had thought it would be easy, but now realised what it made her feel like. 

I turned, embarrassed to my computer, slipping my cock back into my trousers. 'Now let me sort out that confirm.' I could see she was close to tears; she must have been terribly worried to have gone through with the whole thing when it obviously did bother her immensely.

'Fuck It William. What can I do?' She asked looking down at her still naked breasts. 

I was logging into the confirms system hoping that my account was still active despite my suspension. 

'I can't do this, even with you, I feel dirty and used. How will it be with the next guy? He might be some smelly mean bastard.' A tear escaped from the corner of her eye.

I couldn't think about her plight, I had problems of my own to worry about. I finally got into the system and my heart rate fell a little. I found the confirm, hit send and watched the icon go green. 

'Look, Isabelle, the trade is confirmed so that is out the way. That will get them off our backs for a few days. Perhaps you need to reconsider this thing with the Raskolovics. Perhaps you need another way. Why don't you and you brother just run away, fly away. I could lend you our passports and some money; you could be on a flight to Rio this afternoon as Mr and Mrs Banes. I could lend you say ten thousand euros in cash and you would be out of their way forever.'

'Would you do that for me, for us?' She asked. 

'Look Isabelle I am not going to be around here for long. To be honest it would be a favour in some ways.' She looked at me suspiciously and I realised I had said too much. Now I was relying on her too. 'I will call you in an hour.' She said. 'I need to talk to my brother, put it to him.'

She slipped her jacket back on, picked up a printout of the confirm and walked out. Her security goon fell in behind her.

I walked over to the case, opened it and gazed down at five million euros in used 100-euro notes. All my Christmases had come at once. I took out the two rucksacks I had brought and stuffed them full. We had to be quick as I knew there would be checks in the bank that would be run during the day and I didn't want to be here for any difficult questions.

I called Veronique's phone and said just one word 'Now.' She came into the office looking terrified. We now had to walk out of the office with bags containing five million that the bank didn't even know it had. She picked hers up, looked both ways down the corridor and we set off back to the service lift. 

Just as I thought we were home dry, a colleague came out of the Gents. 'Oh hello William' he said looking surprised 'I didn't expect to see you today.' I grinned back nervously. 'I was just picking up some books.' I replied terrified. 'Thought I would do some background reading with my time off.' He looked at the bags, and I prayed he wouldn't ask to see what.

We stood there in silence for a second, my heart playing a solo in my chest. 'Good idea. Well have a good break.' He finally replied before walking off grinning. He had obviously heard I was done for.

'Bloody Hell, that was close.' I said to Veronique once we were in the lift. 'I am crap at this cloak and dagger stuff.' 

'Oh I don't know. That went very well, I thought. You handled Isabelle very well.' She observed.

I felt a pang of guilt again, followed by fear that even now she might be telling the Raskolovics of her suspicions. I told Veronique of what had happened in my office, her eyes widened as I explained about my offer. 

'That was a crap idea William. Now this whole plan is at risk from her.' I felt it too.

We got back to the car and I put the two rucksacks in the boot, and then climbed in afterwards. I wasn't risking being seen on the way out. I heard the engine start, the car reversed out then drove slowly up to the security gate. It stopped and I heard Veronique talking to the guard. It took too long, seconds turned to a minute, two. Had someone already noticed the false confirm?

The car moved forwards again and we drove out of the car park. Veronique didn't stop until we got back to the apartment block. She opened the boot and I got out. We were both shaking with fear, we embraced and kissed each other on the lips, unified by our terror.

We carried the bags upstairs to our apartment, I opened the door and Clare exploded out at me like a jack in the box. She smothered me with kisses pressing herself into my body. 'God I was so worried.' She gasped. 'That was the longest morning of my life. Did you get it?' 

I opened the top of one of the bags took out a bundle of 5000 euros and threw it to her. She grinned sheepishly, flicking through the notes. 'Wow.'

'Where's Pascal' asked Veronique, suddenly concerned. We had agreed to meet here immediately, not to split up again. 'He's gone to buy supplies.' Clare replied. It was a good idea, but it meant waiting more, and I was concerned that the longer we were traceable the more chance we could be caught.

'Come on lets get the rest of the stuff in the car and get out of here. We can call Pascal and meet him later, but first lets get out of here.'

We grabbed the few bags we had decided to salvage from our previous lives, picked up the money and returned to the car. Veronique called Pascal to arrange where to meet him and we drove off again, leaving our beautiful apartment and our previous lives behind.

As we drove down towards the sea my mobile went off. I looked down at it to see it was Isabelle on her mobile. I smiled, hoping she was taking me up on my deal. 

'Hi Isabelle. How are you?' I asked.

'OK. Look William, did you mean it, what you said in your office? 'Cos my brother and I would really appreciate it, and well, maybe it might help you out too.' 

'Great. Look Isabelle, meet us on the main square in five minutes. I will give you the stuff.'

'OK' she agreed. 

I explained to Clare the arrangement with Isabelle, and we drove the two minutes to the central square where we had had some fantastic meals. We parked and waited for Isabelle. I prayed she hadn't ratted on us. Finally she showed up in her suit looking flushed and nervous. We all got out and I watched as she kissed Clare. I thought back to the office and how there was probably still traces my cum in her mouth as she kissed my wife.

Then she came over to me and kissed me on the lips, her tongue forcing itself into my mouth as she pressed her breasts into my chest. 'Thank you so much William' she said, another tear rolling down her cheek.

We handed over the passports, tickets and 10000 euros in cash. She looked at it questioningly; I presumed she would put two and two together.

We kissed goodbye, wished her well and drove off. Pascal called to say he would meet us in 20 minutes, so we drove off to the port.

'There is one slight problem.' Veronique explained as we left the car on the sea front, walking the last ten minutes. 'We normally get the owners of the yacht to email permission through to the port for us to borrow it. We have tried but we haven't managed to get through to them. So we will have to persuade the guy we are ok. It should be fine as they know we often borrow it.'

My heart was hammering away again, what would we do if they didn't let us take the boat?

We walked up to the harbour masters office, Veronique taking the lead walked in. There was a young guy, perhaps twenty-five behind the desk wearing a blue suit and tie, he looked up from his computer where he had been working. I stayed just outside the door as Veronique and Clare went up to talk to him.

'Hello Mr Duval.' Veronique opened. 'How are you doing?' He looked up at her with some recognition. 

'Hello Madame, how can I help you?' he replied, his eyes wandering down her sleeveless white shirt and short blue skirt. 

'We have come to borrow the Clermont's yacht again, the Mistral. You remember we borrowed her at the weekend.' Veronique continued as if all was normal, smiling away.

'Hmm that's odd, I don't remember getting any messages about this.' The bloke turned back to his screen and started looking for some communication giving us permission to borrow it.

'Ah well it was all very last minute you see,' Veronique explained 'friends from England are here and they said it might take an hour or two to mail it through. But really, Monsieur you know us, there is no problem surely letting us borrow it before you get the email? They are in New York and will still be asleep.'

Veronique sat down on the guys desk and crossed her legs, her short skirt rode up her thigh and gave both of us a great view of her shapely legs. He watched her movements with a lustful leer.

'Madame, you know I can't release the yacht without the Ok from the owners. It is very simple. I know we know you but that is the procedure.'

Veronique leaned forwards towards him, her top fell forward to reveal the curves of her breasts and I could see her nipples hardening, through fear I suspected. The guy glanced down at her tits and grinned slightly, enjoying the attention.

'Monsieur, we only have a day, please don't spoil it. We want to take these people off for a party trip, you know.' She winked and looked down at her breasts, inviting him to look too, an invitation he was happy to accept. 'It will be back by tonight. Look, as a thank-you why don't you drop by the yacht this evening when you get done here, the more the merrier.'

She unfolded and refolded her legs, I am sure showing the guy a flash of her knickers, again he took full use of his chance to check her out.

'What do you say?' she pressed him.

'So it will be the two of you girls, and who else?' He asked, considering how much he was willing to risk just giving away a yacht for.

'Oh just this guy.' Veronique gestured towards me. She took Clare's hand and pulled her towards her. 'It will be quite a party, there will be more than enough action for the two of you.'

The guy remained un-convinced, an I could see Veronique was losing her chance, he was considering whether to turn back to his desk.

'Have you ever watched two girls?' Veronique asked, sliding her arm round Clare's waist and pulling her even closer towards her, their hips were touching now. I wondered what Clare thought of it, being used as bait to ensnare this guy into helping us.

'No, give me some idea though. Then I'll know what to expect, I finish here at 7pm.' He sat back and looked up expectantly. Veronique obviously hadn't expected this and looked rather put out. I caught a glimpse of surprise in Clare's face too.

'Oh come on, I'm sure you have an idea.' Clare chimed in, and then to my astonishment, she turned to Veronique. Clare put one hand behind Veronique's neck, pulled towards her and then kissed her tenderly on the lips. Their mouths were open as their lips met and we both saw Clare's tongue coming out to meet Veronique's lips.

They kissed passionately for maybe 10 seconds, moving their bodies closer as they adjusted their positions. Clare put her other hand on Veronique's hip, pulling her in until their breasts were pressed up against each other. I was suddenly hugely aroused to watch my wife kissing another woman so passionately, although I tried to bear in mind that it was all an act to persuade the guy to let us use the boat.

When they separated it was Veronique that was surprised, Clare had a look of glee on her face as though she had been planning this for some time. 

'Now just imagine tonight.' Clare continued. 'When you come aboard, we will let you watch, whatever you want, and maybe even join in.' 

The guy was watching them open-mouthed. 'Well I guess I do know you Veronique, and if you are going to be back tonight anyway. But what do I put in the log book? I could get the sack you know.' He stopped and thought about it.

Clare decided to take things into her own hands. 'Oh come on you can think of some thing, just say you deleted the email by mistake.' With this she took Veronique's hand, slid it up under her top and put in onto her breast. As she did so her top was pushed right up exposing the bottom of her bra-less tit. She took Veronique's other hand and put it to her ass, lifting her skirt as she did to reveal a flash of bare flesh as her g-string provided little covering. 

'Imagine two beautiful women making love while you watched. All you have to do is let us take the yacht an hour or two early.' With this she started gently kissing Veronique, covering her face with a garden of small kisses. With her hands she ran through Veronique's hair and held the other next to her side, gently touching the side of her breast.




A Transforming Trip Ch. 08



'Hmm' the guy was enjoying himself now. 'tell me more.'

'How would you like to watch us eat each other out?' Clare continued. With this she took Veronique hand and moved it from her ass to her pussy, forcing it down the front of her g-string so that Veronique was fingering her pussy. Then she kissed Veronique again, her tongue obviously probing into Veronique's mouth.

The guy was convinced and walked backwards to the cabinet holding the keys for the boats, without taking his eyes off my wife who was still kissing Veronique as she gently caressed her breasts.

'I'll see you at 7pm then.' He said handing over the keys, and deactivating the alarm system on his PC. He had a huge grin on his face and obviously couldn't believe his luck.

'Of course' agree Clare untangling herself from Veronique. She walked over to him and kissed him passionately on the lips. 'I look forward to it.' We walked out of the office and started down the quay towards where the yacht was moored. 

'Wow Clare' said Veronique. 'Did you enjoy that? You certainly seemed to. I mean, telling him is one thing but I wasn't expecting a full hands on demo.' 

Clare giggled nervously, 'Well I believe in doing things properly, there was no point in leaving him in doubt, he would only have asked for more. I figured if I showed enough you then he wouldn't ask to see me suck your clit!' 

I suppose she was right, but I thought we probably could have tried bribing him. It was more fun this way though anyway. Perhaps he would have got suspicious if we had offered cash, this way he just took the girls for a pair of randy bi-sexuals. I couldn't say I hadn't enjoyed watching them myself.

'So no chance of a re-run later on then?' I asked with a cheeky smile.

'In your dreams you sad bastard.' Clare replied, but she winked at me too, leaving me in doubt as to her intentions.

As we arrived at the yacht, a cab drove up and Pascal got out. He unloaded a huge pile of shopping from the boot, I hadn't thought it through, but who knew when we would get another chance to shop without fearing anything.

We loaded the provisions and quickly cast off. I was nervous again as I worried our departure would be discovered, but no one was around and we pulled out of the harbour incognito. If someone were shown Pascal or my photo, they wouldn't associate it with the departure of this yacht.

As we pulled out of the bay, the wind filled the sails and the boat listed to one side, accelerating hard. It suddenly hit home, I was on the run with 5 million in cash making off into the far horizon. No longer for me the humdrum life of a banker, adventure lay ahead.

I hoped that the others taking flights in our names would keep anyone off our tail for long enough for us to clear the Med. Pascal had a dodgy cousin on Corsica who would get us new passports, something friendly, Irish maybe.

We sat and chatted for a while, discussing whether the bank would report the loss. To some degree the risk of reporting it and the negative publicity it would cause were probably not worth it. It would raise lots of issues for them with the government regulators.

After a while the two couples split, as we wanted to relax and reflect on our situations. 

I sat at the back of the boat at the helm, in shorts. We were running straight south behind a northerly wind. Clare yelled instructions to me every now and again to help me learn better technique. We wouldn't stop sailing hard for few days at least and everyone needed to be able to help out. 

Clare sat beside me in just her bikini bottoms, her tanned breasts no longer had the tell tale lines of a bikini top, they were a uniform brown right to the nipple.

At the front of the boat Veronique and Pascal lay on a couple of sun beds built into the deck. Veronique was nude and, Pascal was rubbing sun cream into her legs. He had started at her feet and she was lying now with her legs open as he coated her inner thighs with the oily bronze liquid.

When he got to her pussy she stopped him for a while and she talked to him. I wondered what she was saying but couldn't hear from where I was sitting. He put his hands down to open up the lips of her pussy, leaning forwards to get a closer view. Veronique then put her finger down and started gently massaging her clit.

Pascal's face was close now, only twenty centimetres from her.

She took her hand away and spoke to him again. I guessed she was trying to persuade him to suck her clit. She had said he wasn't keen and you could see his hesitation now. Eventually he lowered his mouth to her pussy and started sucking.

She let him continue for a while then spoke again, her words lost to me in the wind. He pulled back and looked again at her open pussy. I could see his face was wet now with her juices. Once again she touched herself, running her finger gently up and down over her clit. 

She stopped again and he lowered his mouth to her pussy's open lips. He obviously got his technique right this time because within a minute of his resuming his sucking and licking of her clit, her body was wracked with joy as she screamed out with pleasure. Her face stretched almost into a grimace as she savoured the orgasm flowing up through her body from her clit. Finally she was sated and she pushed his mouth away from her. 

She lay back into the sun bed and relaxed, a huge grin on her face. Pascal came up for air and similarly had a big smile, I guessed that in fact he had enjoyed sucking and licking her to orgasm more than he had thought he might. 

'Do you think they tried that because of watching us?' Clare asked.

'Sure' I agreed. It was nice to think that they had taken something from our love making, and arousing to see them experimenting so openly in front of us. It set an interesting precedent for the voyage.

And so we sailed off into the sunset. Our millions in cash safely hidden in a secure safe built into the hull. Our lives transformed to outcasts, unable to live a normal life again.

What happened next? Well that is a whole new story.

The End.

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Did you want Clare and or William to screw around more?

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Notes from the Author:

You may be interested to know this story in eight chapters, 40000 words, was written on a Psion PDA, predominantly on the London Underground on the way to and from work. Not a writing technique I would recommend, but it passed the time.

It was written in slots of two thirty minute journeys over the weeks between March and now, so I guess five hours a week for ten weeks, about fifty hours.

The first seven chapters have currently been downloaded 70000 times between them, resulting in 230 votes and about 10 comments.

It is the first thing I have written since school twenty years ago.

None of it is true really, well none of the story bits anyway.

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