0 comments/ 299304 views/ 15 favorites Gail By: thehierophant This story is the third in the series started with “Angela” and continued with “Samantha”. While the narrator’s partner is different in each story, they do follow chronologically after each other in the order they were written. *** I downed the last swallow of my pint of beer, and sat back to relax in the comfy chair while Steve got another round in. Looking round the bar room from the corner my friends and I filled, I scanned for good looking ladies. There was a disappointing lack of talent in the place tonight, so I resigned myself to just getting drunk and having a laugh with the lads. The rest of my mates seemed to have come to the same conclusion, so we were joking and having a good carry on. We were getting so loud and boisterous that none of us noticed my sister and her friends enter or approach until Gail spotted me and called out. “Jack” my sister’s voice cut through the noise. “Jack!” Hearing my name, I looked up and saw my sister Gail and three of her friends. I hadn’t seen Gail for a few weeks, because she had just left the family home to move into her own flat, so I came to my feet and jumped over to grab her up in a warm hug. “What are you doing in here?” I asked her, knowing that this bar was not a place she ever came when out with her friends. “Oh, we were in the area,” she explained, “and I knew you lot drank in here, so we popped in to see if you were here, seeing as I’ve not saw you since I moved into the flat.” “Well come and join us then.” I waved Gail and her three friends into our corner, knowing the lads would appreciate the company of four good looking women. So the two companies mixed and partied the night away together, with the lads trying it on with the ladies. My mate Paul seemed to hit it off with one of Gail’s friends, and another one of them, Michael, earned himself a slap on the face for some rude comment to another of Gail’s chums. At one point, towards the end of the night, I was sitting with Steve, and the four girls were on the dance floor, whirling and spinning and jumping in time with the up-beat music that was playing. We were both watching in admiration, both at the skilful dancing and the shapely figures of the four of them. “Gee Jack,” Steve slurred drunkenly, “your sis sure is hot!” I nodded in silent agreement as I looked Gail over. She was tall, but well built so she didn’t look skinny. Her breasts were big and round and her rear full and well padded. She had long, well muscled legs, and a pretty face framed with brown curls. I had always known she was considered hot amongst the boys, but had never, until recently, thought about her sexually myself. Last year I had started an affair with my young cousin Angela, and we had met a few times since to make love in private while our respective families had thought we were elsewhere. Then three months ago I had fallen into a sinfully lustful relationship with my youngest sister, Samantha. Samantha and I had been sleeping together every night that our parents were out of the house. Now that I had crossed the line of incest with a cousin and my other sister, Gail was no longer a taboo subject, so I had come to view her as a sexually attractive and exciting young lady. What made her even more attractive was her personality. While Samantha was a quite shy little girl, Gail was the wild party-goer. Gail would be out every weekend with her friends, drinking and dancing all night. We knew she had had a few boyfriends, and everyone suspected she had a side that was even wilder than she allowed the family to see. She always dressed to impress when she went out, and had perfected the art of showing off her natural attributes. Tonight she was dressed in a red shirt, with only the middle buttons fastened, the loose ends tied into a knot over her flat stomach and the top open enough to show off an adequate amount of her cleavage to impress any guy. A short black skirt did little to hide any of the shape round her middle, and left free her long legs to be viewed. The high heeled red ankle boots she wore were incredibly sexy, and I wondered in amazement at how she danced so swiftly and intricately with them on. I watched Gail and her friends for a few more dances, then Gail saw me watching her. She came towards me across the dance floor, reached down for my hand and pulled me to my feet. “Come dance with me,” she demanded, leaving no room for argument as she pulled me to the dance floor. She danced and spun before me, the long brown waves of her hair flailing out, her body writhing in time with the music. I clumsily danced along with her, my own routine suffering from the beautiful distraction before me. Suddenly, the speed of the music went down a gear, and the dancers slowed with it. Gail moved in closer to me, I could smell her perfume and feel her tits pressing against me. My loins stirred in arousal, and I tried futilely to suppress all sexual thoughts. We danced away for another two songs, Gail’s body too close for me to control my imagination. My penis was starting to rise, and at one point Gail’s abdomen came closer and rubbed against the bulge in my trousers. If she noticed my rude excitement she gave no sign, and the music eventually stopped. The lights came up in the bar, and closing time was announced. “Thanks for the dance,” Gail said, reaching up around my neck to give me a hug. She planted a kiss on my lips, and our bodies pressed together; I could not believe there was any way she would not notice the solid lump of my arousal pressing into her own pubic mound. She smiled, kissed me again, and then let me go. “Want to come back to the flat?” she asked, looking up at me with a huge smile. “The girls are coming back for a while, so you and your friends are welcome to join us.” “Thanks, I’ll let them know” I replied. I told the boys, and two of them, Steve and Paul, decided to come, so me and my sister Gail, her three friends and two of my friends left together. Gail’s flat was close enough that we decided to walk. Gail fell in beside me and put her arm through mine. Luckily, her body was now hidden behind her long coat, so I managed to force my semi-erection down without too much trouble, and we chatted about mum and dad and life at home since she had left. “I had a visit from Samantha earlier in the week,” Gail said. “We had a good long talk about all sorts of girly stuff.” “Really?” I said, feeling a bit nervous for some reason I couldn’t fully explain. Something in Gail’s tone of voice had me on edge. “She told me about you and her.” Gail gave a little giggle as she said this, the sort of giggle that girls always give when they are sharing secrets. “W…What?” I stammered. “She…she told you what?” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. “It’s okay Jack,” Gail said, putting her arm around my waist and leaning her body against me. “I don’t mind that you’re fucking our little sister.” I had to concentrate to keep walking, my mind was spinning, I couldn’t believe that Samantha had told Gail about our affair. I could believe even less how casual and accepting Gail was about it. “In fact,” Gail continued, “I find it kind of exciting. I think it’s a real turn on, and I wouldn’t mind a bit of it myself.” I stopped dead. Gail stopped as well, and turned to look up at me in the eyes. She glanced to make sure the others had walked far enough ahead of us, then put her arms round my waist and stepped close. “We’ll get rid of the others as soon as we can, call home and let mum and dad know that you’ll be staying at my flat, then you can give me some of what you’ve been giving Samantha.” I stared into Gail’s eyes, looking for some sign that she was joking or trying to trap me into something, but she just smiled that sexy smile she does so well, winked, and turned to hurry after the others. I chased her, and fell in beside her arm in arm again. I couldn’t believe my luck. Not only had I had the beautiful Angela and the sweet little Samantha, but now I looked destined for some passion with my sister Gail as well. While Angela and Samantha were both more what you would call beautiful than Gail was, Gail had an incredibly sexy edge and an element of zeal that none of the other two did. My manhood was firming up inside my trousers as we approached Gail’s flat. I couldn’t wait to see if she would go through with it. We sat in the sitting room of Gail’s flat, drinking the supply of booze she had in her fridge, laughing and joking. At one point Gail phoned our parents house before it got too late, and told our dad that I would be spending the night at her flat. As the night wore into the early hours of the morning, one of my friends had to leave. Gail and I saw him to the door, bid him farewell, and turned back into the hallway. Before we could walk back into the sitting room, Gail grabbed my arm, spun me round, reached up and grabbed my face, pulled me to meet her, and thrust her tongue into my mouth. I was taken completely by surprise, but I quickly recovered, returned Gail’s passionate kiss, overcome with lust I wanted to strip her of her clothing right there. But some of our friends were still in the room. We broke off, both of us panting and wiping wet mouths dry. We looked each other in the eye, smiled knowingly, and returned to the room. I was so bored with the conversation from then on, that I started to doze. I was slapped back to consciousness by Steve, as he pulled himself to his feet and announced that he was going to leave. Again, Gail and I saw him to the door. As soon as the door closed Gail and I turned and fell forward into each other, our lips and tongues coming together again, our bodies pressing together and rubbing up and down, side to side, my arms went round her to find her ass, kneaded the ample flesh there and pulled her closer to me, rubbing her body onto the bulge of my erection. We almost got completely carried away, but we managed to separate again, compose ourselves, and return to Gail’s three friends who remained in the sitting room. One of them had fallen fast asleep in the corner. After about another half hour of frustrating conversation, during which I could hardly take my eyes off of Gail and the wide curves of her body that I would soon have full access to, her friends finally announced that they should leave. One of the phoned for a taxi, and was told that it would be another half hour before a car arrived for them. I went to the kitchen in search of more drink. As I rummaged in Gail’s fridge, my sister came into the room behind me. As she arrived beside me she reached out to grab my crotch, feeling for the shape of my manhood, which she stroked and rubbed. “Can’t wait to get a bit of that thing,” she said in a low husky voice. Before I could react, she was gone, left the room. Following a torturous half hour, Gail’s three friends left, two of them carrying the unconscious third. The door closed and locked behind them, Gail whirled to face me. “Let’s go!” she called in glee, leapt at me, threw her arms and legs around me. I caught her as I staggered back a step, her arms round my neck and her legs round my waist, tucked my hands under her buttocks to support her weight, and stumbled down the hallway towards her bedroom. We fell onto the bed kissing and licking each others’ faces, my hands groping and squeezing for her tits. I found the knot in her shirt, pulled it open, loosened the fasteners, saw to my delight that her bra was a front-clasp model. My trembling fingers pulled it open, my hands slid under her clothing to push her bra and shirt aside and run over the surface of my sisters lovely tits. I squeezed the soft flesh once, found her large hard nipples, tweaked them for a moment, then fell down to suck and lick at one while my hand continued to play with the other. Gail gave a soft moan of pleasure as I manipulated her nipples, stretched down with her hand and rubbed at my manhood through my trousers. “Lie back,” she ordered. I came up from her tits, lay back on the bed where she directed me. Gail threw one leg over me to straddle me as I lay back on her bed. She ground the weight of her pubic area on top of my straining erection as she thrust her tits into my face, rubbing her huge nipples across my mouth. I reached out with my lips and teeth to suck and chew gently on the tender points of her breasts. Suddenly she was gone from my face. Lowering her body down mine, stopping when her face was at my crotch. Unfastening my trousers, she pulled them and my boxers away, uncovering my dick, which leapt out and thrust up into my sister’s face. She extended her tongue, a tongue I had never realised was so long, and dragged it slowly up my shaft from base to tip, circled round the head, closed her full soft lips over the top and descended with her lips circling me and her tongue massaging in every direction as her powerful lips squeezed and pressed on the way back down to the bottom. She took my whole dick in her mouth, slid slowly back up, sucked on the top for a second, then with torturous care and slowness, made her way back down again, rotating her lips and tongue in circles around the shaft. Then from the bottom she grasped on as tightly as her mouth could and pulled off in one swift action. It hadn’t even been a complete or very long blowjob, a mere five strokes, but Gail administered those five strokes with such power and control that it had sent my whole body into raptures of pleasure, and my dick was now pulsing with renewed strength and firmness. “I think my big brother enjoyed that, eh.” Gail moved back up the length of the bed, so that her head was level with mine. Bending over to bring our faces together, she kissed me passionately. I returned the passion, and sent my hand out to her body, running over the wide curves of her tits and arse, feeling the smoothness of her long legs. I ran my fingers up the inside of her thigh, under her skirt until I encountered the soft fabric of her panties. Gail pushed her legs apart, giving me easier access. I ran my finger up and down her panties, over her still covered vagina, her hips started to lift and thrust in response. As her movements increased I stopped my finger strokes. When she had calmed down again, I started to stroke again, feeling her lips starting to bulge under her panties as the blood ran to her sexual organs to gorge them ready for action. When she started to move in response to my finger again, I stopped again. Gail grabbed my arm, digging her nails into my flesh. “Don’t stop,” she ordered. “Lie still,” I said. “I’m only going to touch you if you don’t move.” As I reached out my finger again, started to stroke her, her shape now impressed into her panties and her dampness starting to show through, Gail strained to lie still. I saw the tension on her face, knew that she was desperate to react to my touch, but showing incredible willpower to just lie there and let me manipulate her. Her hand reached out, wrapped round my shaft, and stroked in time with the movement of my finger on her. We lay like this for a few minutes, until we were both so hot and turned on that we had to take things a stage further. I moved away from my sister, heading down the bed. I reached up under her skirt and grabbed her now wet panties, pulled them down and off of her legs. I pushed her legs apart, lifted her knees up so that her legs were wide and arched on the bed before her, revealing the glistening centre of her sex open to my vision. She had shaved away the rough edges of her pubic hair, leaving a neat rectangle. I lowered my face to her swollen and moist lips, extending my tongue to its full extent. Reaching out so that only the tip of my tongue touched my sister, I traced a line up one outer lip and down the other, up and down, round in this slow circle a few times, then slowly working in in a slow spiral, keeping only the very tip of my tongue in contact and coming in in tighter and tighter circles, working over the inner lips towards the protruding kernel of her clitoris. I took my time, moved as slowly and lightly as possible, dragging it out even though I was desperate to just plunge right in full force. I could tell from the moans coming from Gail that my sister was loving this slow treatment. Eventually I reached the hard knob of her clit, ran my tongue round it several times then closed my lips over the top to suck and pull on it gently. As Gail reacted, groaning louder and thrusting her hips out towards my face, I drove my tongue out with all of its force and descended right down to her opening, plunging my tongue as far into her as it would go, sucking the edges of her opening with my lips and curling and twisting my tongue in its new nest of sweet wet pleasure. I worked my tongue until it was sore with the effort, pulsed and pushed and sucked with my lips, until I was almost incapable of giving any more treatment, was just about to run out of strength, when Gail climaxed. My sister’s juices flowed forth like a mini waterfall, washing over my face and seeping into my mouth, filling me with the flavour of her pleasure, driving new strength into my tired mouth and forcing from me a few more sucks, twists and licks before my glistening face eventually drew back from her vagina. I crawled back up the bed alongside my sister, but before I knew what was happening she had grabbed me, threw me onto my back and had descended on my dick again. Her strong lips closed over me again, and she started to slowly an powerfully work her way up and down again, her tongue massaging as her lips stroked, her hand coming up to caress the bottom of my shaft while her mouth was at the top. She worked leisurely and expertly on my dick, applying pressure at just the right spots, moving in just the right direction with her tongue and lips, working me up slowly to what promised to be a massive ejaculation. “Oh baby,” I managed to mutter, “I’m gonna…” Gail stopped. She timed it perfectly, managed to slip her mouth off of my dick just as I was about to blow my load in her mouth. She sat up with a mischievous smile on her face. “I think we can stop for a while now,” she said with a giggle, as she stood up off of the bed. I was about to object, but Gail started to drop off the clothing she still had on. “Well come on,” she said, “get your clothes off.” I took off my clothes, and Gail came back onto the bed beside me. We lay side by side for a while, stroking each other and admiring each others’ nakedness. My sister’s body was even sexier than I had imagined, her curves full and perfectly rounded, her tits large but showing no droop or sag, her legs long and smooth, her ass big and round but nicely proportioned with the rest of her. We lay for about ten minutes, kissing, stroking, fondling, until I couldn’t take any more. I thrust my hand between Gail’s legs, protruding my finger forward into her, finding her entrance and pushing up into her soft inner sex. I worked my buried finger on circles, massaging her inner wall and drawing forth her lubricating moisture. Gail obviously couldn’t wait any longer either; she grabbed my wrist and pulled my hand out, threw her leg over me to straddle me again, reached down and grabbed my dick, then slowly lowered herself onto me. My shaft slid into my sister’s hole like the two were designed to go together. I had never felt such a perfectly comfortable fit. Gail rocked gently, taking it slowly and carefully. She moved back and forth, up and down, side to side, working our union in every direction to get full advantage of every possible sensation of inner contact. Her eyes closed and her face took on a dreamy expression. Her body flushed with effort, heat and pleasure, and her hands reached out for mine. We clasped our fingers together, and I started to move my hips in time with her. We swayed and pitched together in perfectly controlled slowness, the expression on her face and the moans slipping from her lips suggesting that she was enjoying every second of it as much as I was. Gail This story is really just an expanded version of a fantasy shared with my wife over text message one day when we were both bored at work. I hope someone enjoys reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it... * Room 604 she thought to herself, taking a deep breath and stepping out from the revolving door. She took a cursory glance to either side to make sure she wasn't being watched, more aware than ever of how she must appear. She still couldn't quite believe she was doing this. How had she gone from a bit of harmless sexting at work to walking across a strange hotel lobby minus her underwear? Bloody Dean and his text messages. As ever it had started off quite playfully, just an email exchange between husband and wife to relieve the boredom of a rainy Thursday afternoon at work. He had begun by telling her how good she looked that morning and how he wanted to whisk her off home and pounce on her. However, after lunch the content had gradually got more and more pornographic until she had made him switch to texting her through fear that her emails would be monitored and she would get into trouble at work. Quite how it had ended up with her arranging to drop the kids off at her mums for the night and him texting her a room number for a hotel near the airport and instructions on what to wear, she had no idea. She had to admit that she was by no means an unwilling participant though. In fact it seemed that even the journey to the hotel had conspired against her. First she had been shouted at and wolf whistled by a 2 guys in a white van as soon as she left the house. Then she had spent the entire drive to the hotel worrying that her black skirt would ride up and she would wind up flashing other drivers; a prospect that she found altogether more exciting than she should have. So much so that she had to fight against the urge to touch herself at some traffic lights following eye contact with a particularly good looking guy in a convertible. By the time she arrived at the hotel and had made the hurried walk across the car park, she was feeling like she was in heat, she was so turned on. Thankfully it was still early evening, maybe a little early for the hordes of travelling businessmen to descend for the night. All the same she could feel herself flushing self consciously as her heels clicked across the marble floor of the hotel lobby. She had rehearsed several different scenarios for what she would say if she was challenged but thankfully the receptionist was busy and there was no one else around. She let out a quiet sigh of relief as she reached the lifts without incident. In her tight black pencil skirt and low buttoned white blouse she could maybe pass for a businesswoman or perhaps somebody's secretary, but when you factored in the 5 inch heels and crimson lipstick, she was all too aware that call girl would be the more likely assumption. In fact, even that idea was exciting. The prospect of arriving at a strange hotel to sell herself to a rich, good looking client...God, she was becoming as big a pervert as Dean! Taking a few deep breaths to calm herself, she stepped into the lift, checking her appearance in the mirror as it climbed toward the sixth floor. At 35 she was probably in the best condition she had been in since her early twenties. A punishing regime of exercise and dieting had seen her figure gradually return following the birth of her children and as it did she had begun to get her self confidence back. She certainly looked good today anyway. Her blonde hair was cut short to just below her ears, her face and arms lightly tanned from the recent summer sun. She was wearing a white, cap sleeved blouse, buttoned just low enough to show off some cleavage while her skirt was tight and black with an indecently high split up the back, hugging her hips and ending just below mid thigh. On her feet she wore black, 5" heels, their height emphasizing the muscles in her slim legs and making her look much taller than her 5ft 3. Satisfied with her appearance, she applied a final layer of thick, red lipstick, pouting at her reflection in the mirror as the elevator pinged. She knew that Dean would like what he saw and her mind began to wander to what he may have planned for her. Would he be undressed already? All hard and ready for her? Perhaps he would drag her straight into the room and have her hard, up against the door? Or perhaps he had something even ruder planned? She could feel the heat between her legs at the prospect. Their sex life had definitely become much kinkier over the past year. While it had always been good, they had definitely been getting more and more adventurous without her really knowing why? Perhaps there was some truth in that thing about women hitting their sexual peak in their thirties... It didn't take long to find 604. Taking a deep breath and pulling back her shoulders, she reached forward and knocked on the door, not sure what to expect. She was surprised, maybe even a little disappointed when Dean opened the door still dressed, in a slim fitting, dark suit. "Wow, you look amazing," he said, ushering her in to the room. "Thanks. You don't look so bad yourself." "Yes. Seeing as how you were all dressed up I thought it was only fair to have a shower and do the same. You look like you could be my sexy secretary..." "In your dreams. Besides, you'd be done for sexual discrimination within a week!" "Hmm, yeah. Your probably right. Anyway, seeing as we have the whole evening to ourselves I took the liberty of ordering champagne to celebrate" he said, handing her a glass and leading her over to the bed where she perched on the edge. Then he eased into a chair opposite her, lifting his own glass and watching her as she sipped her drink. "So, what are you going to do to me?" she said, crossing her slender legs and noting his gaze drop as her skirt rode up her thighs. "It's a surprise" he replied, the mischievous look in his eye sending a rush or arousal into the pit of her stomach. He had always had a way of looking at her that left her in no doubt what he was thinking and right now she had the feeling she was being slowly eye fucked. However, while she didn't mind it from her husband, she had noticed how many other men had been looking at her in the same way recently! Like the two guys in the white van from earlier. Slowing almost to a crawl and hollering at her to come for a ride with them. What did they think, that she was going to climb into the back of the van and let them take turns with her? On one hand she was outraged that there were still men who thought it was somehow acceptable, but there was another, darker part of her that had liked the attention and their eyes on her. Liked how it made her feel sexy and feminine. It was that same part of her that seemed to be leading her into ever more adventurous situations. The same part that had her perched on a bed in a strange hotel, minus her underwear, so turned on that it was all she could do not to beg him for it there and then. "It's a good surprise though; I think you'll like it..." "Hmm, we'll see," she said, taking another gulp of her drink in an effort to distract herself. "Do you like my outfit?" "Mmm, definitely. What's underneath the skirt?" "Not much..." she said, slowly parting her legs so that he could see her lack of underwear. "You dirty girl" he said, licking his lips. "I nearly flashed some guy in a lorry on the way here," biting her lip a little. "You should have done. Are you wet?" "Very..." "Good. Now take your bra off but leave your shirt on" She did as she was told, reaching awkwardly beneath her tight shirt to unclasp it and wriggle her way free, her thick dark nipples now clearly visible through the thin cotton. "That looks good. Here, finish your drink" Again, she did as she was told as he stood, taking the empty glass from her hand and refilling it before setting it down on the bedside table. "I like your lipstick," he said, his hands going to his waist, unfastening his belt. Her lips parted slightly, knowing what was coming. "Get on your knees" "You're so rude!" "Yes, and you love it" It was hard to deny it as she did as she was told, dropping down onto her knees, betrayed by the increased wetness between her legs as he freed his cock and stepped towards her. He was already hard and she let out a little gasp as he twisted one hand into her hair, holding her in place and feeding his prick into her willing, red lipsticked mouth with the other. The small act of submission only served to ramp up her excitement further and she made a point of looking up at him as she ran her tongue up the underside of his cock before slowly sucking him deep into her mouth. "Uh. Yeah, you're good at that" She didn't reply but instead rolled her tongue around until soon he was moaning out loud above her bobbing head. She found herself wondering whether he was going to come in her mouth? A part of her wanted him too and she brought her hands up, squeezing his bum. He let out another, louder groan as she dug her nails in a little and she briefly wondered what his reaction would be to being touched there? She had done it once before to an ex who came in her mouth almost immediately as she had slid a condom covered finger into his arse. She dug her nails into his bum again and was rewarded with more groans but then he was easing back and away, pulling out of her mouth. "Uhh, not yet," he said as he withdrew, pulling her to her feet once more. "I have a lot more planned for you yet. Here, drink your champagne." She took the glass and shuffled back on to the bed. "Are you trying to get me drunk?" "Absolutely" he replied, refilling her glass again. She watched as he reached into the overnight bag and began laying things out on the bed. "What's that?" she asked, feeling the sudden knot of excitement in her stomach as her eyes took in what he had laid out. "All of the things I'm going to use on you" "You're such a pervert. What are those?" she said, pointing. "Nipple clamps" She could feel a slow pulsing between her legs now. How long had he been planning this? "When did we get nipple clamps? And... handcuffs? Just what do you think you are going to do to me?" He leaned in close, one hand dropping to her hip, stroking her over the smooth material of her skirt. "First I'm going to tie you to the bed with these..." his voice low and husky as he held up the silver handcuffs and two long strips of silk . She squeezed her legs together a little as his fingers began to creep down her thigh. "Then I'm going to blindfold you..." "What then?" her breath coming shallower. "Then, when you are all tied up, I'm going to pull on your nipples until they are all big and hard." "Hmm." "Then, I'm going to put the clamps on..." She could feel the heat between her legs at the prospect. He knew her too well. Knew exactly what she liked and what turned her on. As she had got older she had definitely become much more sexually aware. Throughout her twenties she had gradually come to realise that while she liked to be in control of almost every other aspect of her life, the bedroom was the one place she liked to hand over that control. Perhaps she had always been aware of it on some level but she had only properly realised it in her early twenties. He had been a friend of an ex that she hadn't seen for years but had run into in a club one night. He was a good looking guy with a confidence that was bordering on arrogance and she had fancied him straight away. Of course, her friends had hated him on sight but that hadn't stopped her from catching a cab back to his place. The sex had been good and he was very confident and quite dominant. Up until that point, she had mostly been the one in charge but he had turned the tables on her and she was shocked at how much she liked it. He would say and do the rudest things to her as well. Telling her how sexy she was and how he loved the taste of her. Putting his hand up her skirt in a busy club and then making a point of licking his fingers clean while she cringed with embarrassment as another couple watched on. Eventually she had come to her senses and realised he was a complete dick head but at the time she was completely and utterly in lust. He only had to look at her and she would be sopping wet for him. The feeling of cold metal clamping over her wrist jolted her out of her reverie and she opened her eyes as her husband eased her onto her back. Looking her in the eye with a slight smile on his face, he pulled her arms up and wrapped the handcuffs around the wrought iron bedstead before fastening her other wrist. "What were you thinking about?" "I was wondering why I let you do all these things to me," she replied giving an experimental tug, realising that she was now effectively tied to the bed as he smiled down at her. Then he had begun undoing her buttons. One at a time but stopping at the last few before slowly drawing the material to the sides, exposing her breasts before stepping back to admire his work. "Enjoying the view?" she said, arching her back a little, noting the way her nipples were standing up stiff and erect. "Hmm, definitely. I'm not sure about the skirt though" he replied, his eyes dropping to her legs. Although her skirt was technically knee length, the act of laying down had raised it to a height bordering on indecent. "But if it was any higher you'd be able to see everything..." He grinned at her in response as he reached down to the hem of her skirt, easing it up inch by inch as she lifted her hips to allow him to drag it up and under her bum. "There, that's better" "I thought you were going to take it off?" she said, wriggling her hips a little. "No, it looks ruder up around your waist like that". "Pervert. How about now?", drawing her knees back and apart until she was completely exposed to his gaze. "Hmm," he replied, reaching in to the bag again. "Blindfold next" "Really? Are you sure you don't just want to fuck me like this?" she said, rolling her hips in an effort to entice him. "But that would ruin the surprise" he replied, moving in beside her and fastening the blindfold over her eyes. "There's a surprise?" "Fuck, you look sexy tied to the bed like that. Perhaps I should tie your legs as well and then phone for room service? Get one of the young guys downstairs to bring it up and see you like that?" "That's rude!" she replied, trying to ignore the butterflies in her stomach at the prospect. "Would you let him touch me?" "We'll have to see" he responded, running a fingertip down her thigh. It was a topic that they had discussed many times over the last several months, the idea of him watching her with another man. At first she had been a little shocked that he would like that but over time it had been a frequent fantasy that they both enjoyed, and the sex was always especially good when they played it. Today was different, though. Perhaps it was the situation or the fact she was tied up but today it seemed to have a bit more of an edge to it. As soon as he touched her pussy, he could tell how excited she was and she moaned as he slid a finger up into her. "Mmm, it turns you doesn't it?" She didn't say a word. Just leant back and let him slowly finger fuck her. Finally getting the attention she craved. "Oh yeah, I can tell... you're dripping wet. Are you thinking about a stranger looking at your tight little pussy?" She moaned as he continued to stroke her, adding another finger and stirring her wetness around before bringing his fingers up to pinch her clit. Then he was leaning in, whispering right into her ear. "Would you like it? Knowing he was getting a hard-on staring at your cunt all spread open?" She moaned again. Feeling herself getting more excited by his nasty whispering. "Imagine him standing there, stroking his big cock as he watches me fucking you. Watches you stretch around my dick..." He reached up with his free hand and twisted one of her nipples, pulling it up to a hard little peak. Then a pause before she felt the cold steel of the clamp as it closed over her hard nipple, making her gasp before he repeated the process with the other. Then he was easing away, making her moan in frustration as his fingers left her sex, trailing up her body before dipping into her open mouth, painting her slippery juices across her tongue. "See how good you taste..." "Hmm." "Do you like the clamps?" "Maybe." "Good. Now I just need to tie your legs" "You're such a pervert!" she said, but she was already raising her legs to help as his hands closed behind her knees. She was expecting him to tie her ankles but instead he fastened the long strips of silk around her thighs, just above her knees before securing the other end of the silk to the bed frame so that her legs were pulled back and wide apart. She felt him move again, his weight shifting from the bed. Then... nothing. "Are you still there?" No reply. "Come on, stop teasing..." When there was still no response it gradually began to dawn on her that maybe he had left the room. Had she heard the door open? Perhaps... She shifted on the bed, suddenly acutely aware of her position.Oh god. Surely he wouldn't actually go through with it? Wouldn't let someone else see her like this? She tugged gently against her bonds but they were fastened tight, leaving her completely exposed to whatever was going to happen next. She could feel her breath coming short, her excitement spiralling as she lay there, the inside of her mouth still coated with her own taste, hot and thick and sweet on her tongue. Was that a noise? Someone in the room? She stopped moving, every sense straining. Had she heard something? Perhaps the soft swish if the door on the carpet as it opened? But no, she couldn't hear anything now. Nor did she have the sense that there was anyone there. Just her imagination then. Oh god. All manner of different scenarios began to run through her mind as she lay back on the unfamiliar bed. She felt light headed and shaky. A little out of control. She also felt massively turned on. She forced herself to calm down. To think about this rationally. Her husband loved her. He would never do anything bad to her. She was sure he was just building up her anticipation. Giving her some time to dwell on what he might do to her. She was sure he would return in a minute to screw her brains out. She still couldn't quite believe he had left her tied to the bed though. She was going to kill him when he got back. Well, after he had made her come of course, she thought, smiling to herself. How long had it been now? Surely not more than 5 minutes and yet it felt so much longer. She tried to distract herself by focussing on her surroundings. The metal of the handcuffs felt cold against her hands when she stretched them out, contrasting with the warmth of the silk ties binding her legs. The blindfold was made of some kind of soft material. Like one of those used by people who slept during the day or those on long haul flights, completely blocking out any light from view. Although she couldn't see anything, occasionally she would hear people passing by the hotel room door and every time they did she tensed up with anticipation. However, it was a busy hotel and after the fifth or sixth time she gradually began to relax a little. Her mind began to drift again. While she was 95% certain he wouldn't, what if Dean did come back with a complete stranger? Would he have her while the other man watched? Would she like it? So far all of their fantasies had been played out in the safety of their own home so laying almost naked, blindfolded and tied up in a strange hotel room was definitely new territory. Gail It was at this precise moment that she heard footsteps approaching again. Except instead of passing, this time they stopped outside the door. She found that she was holding her breath, every fibre of her body tense as she fought for self control. Her body stiffened as she heard the slow turning of the door handle and then there was a soft creak as the door opened and then the clunk of the lock as it closed again. Then she could feel the presence of another person enter the room as she lay there, desperately hoping that person was her husband. She could feel herself shaking a little with nervous tension. She forced herself to try and relax, knowing that his eyes would be on her body. Is this what her husband liked to fantasize about? To see her all spread open for whoever may be watching? In a moment of boldness she parted her already spread legs further still, allowing him to feast his eyes on her shaven pussy, feeling her lips part, knowing they would be slick with her moisture. If she was hoping for a reaction, she didn't get it although the footsteps did ease closer to the bed. She had seldom been so turned on though and she found herself wishing that she could free her hands and touch herself. She could feel a pulsing between her legs, could feel her nipples, rock hard within the steel clamps. Her skin felt hot and a little itchy and she knew that her exposed chest would be flushed crimson with arousal. What was he doing? Was he watching her? It was very exciting. She could almost feel his eyes on her body. God she must look like such a slut. Tied up on her back, arms stretched out above her head, her wrists fastened to the bed. Her tits jutting out of her open shirt, skirt bunched up around her waist with her legs spread wide and tied back. 5" high heels still on. She knew Dean would want to tease her, make her wait until the last possible moment before he touched her but every second that passed seemed like an eternity. Finally, the silence was too much. "Are you going to touch me?" she whispered, her voice coming out shaky. He didn't respond but she could hear the rustle of clothing and the sound of a zip and realised he was undressing. "I want you to fuck me" she whispered, almost certain now that it was only one person, her husband, in the room rather than any mystery admirer. She could hear a slight exhalation of breath as she felt his weight settle on the queen size hotel bed. She could sense him above her and let out a little gasp at the feel of his fingertips against her wrists before they dragged slowly down the underside of her arms, teasing her before withdrawing again. Then he touched her again, this time running his fingers up her sides, just the lightest of touches before settling along the sides of her exposed breasts. She could feel him pause briefly before he began stroking maddeningly inwards; thumbs moving closer and closer to her taught nipples. By the time they got there she was almost panting and when he ran a thumb lightly back and forth over the clamped tip she had to bite her lip to stop herself from moaning out loud. Then he brought his other hand up and began circling her puckered areola, pausing briefly to ease the clamps from her swollen nipples before pinching them hard between his index fingers and thumbs, tugging them upward as she tried unsuccessfully to stifle her moans. As he dipped his head forward toward her body she caught the faintest whiff of an unfamiliar aftershave and she jumped in shock as a mouth fastened over her nipple, sending chills through her body. Then he began to suck her tits in earnest, his free hand squeezing her other breast, moulding the soft mounds of flesh, his course palm rubbing her as his tongue circled. She moaned loudly, warning bells going off in her head that maybe this wasn't her husband at all but she was unable to do anything to stop it from happening. Gail could feel the wetness seeping from her body at his touch. Could feel the want between her wide spread legs. It could still be Dean? It wouldn't have been difficult to spray on some different aftershave when he left the room to add to the illusion. It was exactly the kind of thing he would do. Even so, the seed of doubt that it may not be her husband had her wetter than hell. She knew her chest would be flushed red, her nipples standing up hard and thick. Her cunt felt heavy and open and hot between her legs. Though they had talked about sex with someone else, she never thought they would actually go through with it. Couldn't imagine she would ever agree to it but she had to concede the prospect that a stranger may be about to fuck her was both exciting and terrifying. She was sure her husband wouldn't do that to her though. Was 95% sure that this was just an elaborate fantasy. But what if it wasn't? What should she do? Ask him to stop? Tell him she didn't want it? Yeah right! How, with her legs and arms tied? Also, how convincing would saying no be when she was wide open and sopping wet, nipples like bullets? It was the not knowing that was driving her excitement. The total lack of control and the fact that the decision had been taken away from her. By the same rationale, surely that meant she wasn't responsible for what happened? - "Sorry honey but I thought it was you that was fucking my brains out..." Then she could feel him shuffling in between her legs, the blunt, slick press of his cock between her buttocks sending a sudden lurch of desire through her body. He felt hard...very hard, as he took a moment to slide it up and down between her swollen lips. Running the head of his cock up and down, coating it in her juices before moving back down again to press against her. Gail let out a surprised squeak as he eased smoothly forward, the head of his cock opening her up as he slid into her with one long stroke. She gasped as she felt herself open out around his thick cock. Oh god, surely her husband wasn't that big? Or was it just her imagination in her aroused state? But then he had started to fuck her and she had ceased to care who it was, just wanting his cock, feeling it sinking deeper into her with each stroke. Grinding right up against her clit. She felt stretched out wider than ever, so wet that she could feel her juices running out of her every time he withdrew, trickling down and over her arsehole. Then he had begun to fuck her in earnest, faster and faster, harder and harder until he was driving remorselessly into her. So deep now, each stroke grinding up against her, stretching the lips of her pussy as she moaned, totally out of control. In no time at all she could feel the familiar tightness in the backs of her legs and nipples. Could feel her impending orgasm drawing closer with every thrust. Her hips rolling up to meet him as he hammered into her. Her muscles strained as he took her higher and higher, filling her again and again, as she forced herself hard onto him. She was going to come, could feel it approaching fast, the excitement of the situation too much for her. She hovered briefly, right on the brink... Then she was plunging over the edge as he fucked her into a spectacular orgasm; spasm after spasm wracking her slender body. He didn't even pause as she came, instead fucking her straight through it with the same relentless pace and machine like rhythm. She had never felt so full or so sensitive as he continued to shaft her. Moaning incoherently as she contracted around him, the last waves of her orgasm rolled through her body. It was just too intense. "Please...Wait...Stop...Stop...Ohhhhhhhhhh" Just when she thought she could take no more, her back arched violently from the bed, her second huge orgasm taking her completely by surprise. Even longer and more intense than the first. Every muscle locking in spasm, his cock so deep now, huge inside her, her moans replaced by a long high pitched keening as she convulsed, totally out of control around his dick. She lost all track of time then. Completely unaware of her surroundings and only vaguely aware that he was coming too, pumping deep inside her until eventually her orgasm subsided and she flopped back on the bed, rag doll limp as he withdrew. She could hear him dressing as she lay there utterly drained, pausing only to release her aching legs before he quietly left the room. Leaving her to wonder just who it was that had given her the best orgasms of her life? Gail Allows Andre If you have not read our postings I'll tell you what we look like. Firstly, this is all real. We are an early thirties couple, I am 5'10", in reasonable shape. My wife Gail is an exceptionally beautiful and intelligent woman, soft spoken and very shy. She is 5'7" with a young girls figure, long shapely legs, small breasted, and a picture perfect behind. Her light brown hair blondes in the sun and she has the loveliest green eyes. Hadrian @ All rights reserved ______ Gail allows Andre "Don Hadriano," our housekeeper called out. She walked across the kitchen to hand me the wireless phone and whispered, "It's for you, a foreigner." I recognized the voice of our friend Giancomo, and I greeted him with a warm, "Saluto Giancomo, it's so nice to speak with you again." We exchanged the usual niceties, and then began to fill in the gaps since we had last seen one another. "Rian," Giancomo said, getting around to the subject of his call. "We are arriving in Buenos Aires in a few weeks, we'll be in Argentina for six days. Gabriela and I were hoping you could join us." "We were expecting to," I replied with candor, "Just fill us in on the exact dates, and I will talk to Gail. It works for me in any event, once we have the dates Gail will ask for time off." "Wonderful, thank you," Giancomo said. "We look forward. If it is helpful, we have a plane that we can send for you." Laughing, I exclaimed, "A plane, now that would be a first. Thanks, but not necessary," I said, "There are many daily flights, we can easily get to Buenos Aires." "Rian," Giancomo asked, "Is Gail there? Gabriela would like to speak to her." "Of course," I replied, and I tapped on the patio door to beckon Gail to the phone. The girls talked for twenty minutes, laughing, there were a few quiet giggles, and then Gail rang off. Giancomo's call was not a surprise. We were together in Europe this past summer and he had discussed his Argentine trip, and the possibility of our getting together. Gail and I were both looking forward to the break. They were arriving on a holiday weekend, which for us meant we only had to ask for three days off. Gail and I both work, but both companies kindly granted the days we needed. When we arrived at the hotel in BA, we checked into our room and immediately called to Giancomo's suite. Gabriela answered, glad to learn of our arrival, and we planned to meet in the hotel lobby. Ten minutes later Gail and I went down to the lobby lounge to meet her. Gabriela hadn't arrived. We chose a table that permitted us a broad view of the lobby, and the passers-by a view of our table. Minutes later, Gabriella emerged from behind the elevator bank and strode elegantly toward us, grinning, obviously happy to see us again. She looked stunning, dressed in beige silk slacks with a matching jacket over a blue blouse, her short hair flecked with blonde wisps and, as was usual every eye followed her advance, including the women. She and Gail hugged and laughed, and then she turned to me and pecked me flush on the lips. The three of us sat in the hotel bar, sharing events since we were last together. The exchange soon became girls talk and I sat back, pleased and proud, watching these two beautiful women in animated exchange. Both were oblivious of the admiring glances of every onlooker. Gabriela informed us that a model from Holland was traveling with them. A publicity program had been built around the project they were planning, and the model was taking pictures for a magazine. She had already called the girls room and asked her to join us in the lobby. We had been in the lobby some thirty minutes when I looked up to see a young girl approaching our table. She was tall, with flowing blonde hair interspersed with braids, her long gait made her appear to be floating across the lobby. She was casually dressed in jeans and flat shoes, her blouse revealing the slightly darker shade of her aureole, her slight build typical of a fashion model. She was gorgeous. I'm sure my face had a look of awe, because when Gabriela introduced me to Tatia both girls chuckled at my expression. I offered Tatia my seat and reached to the next table for another chair. Gabriela told us a little about Tatia, calling her a "quite popular Dutch model," and briefly informed us of the purpose of Giancomo's visit. His aide and secretary from Milan, Marcus, was here with us, keeping things on schedule. The six of us would travel day after tomorrow to Bariloche for four days. The two days in BA were a haze of activity. Though Giancomo only made brief mention of his work, it seemed he was part of a group planning to buy land near Bariloche. He had meetings and luncheons, while the girls enjoyed world class shopping for anything in leather. I browsed antique shops amazed at the amount of the European articles, whether real or fake. But for dinner our group of six were together and seeing Gabriela, Gail and Tatia walk into a restaurant or dinning room was a sight to behold. Giancomo's business was finished as planned on Friday, and early that same afternoon we readied to leave. We later came to learn how large his project would be and we understood why so many local businessmen maybe even officials were paying rapt attention to his every move. We were chauffeured to BA Airport and driven directly to the plane that Giancomo had arranged. We boarded the small aircraft, fascinated to be traveling for the first time in a private jet. We arrived in Bariloche two hours later and were met by staff from the Hotel. The drive into town was a spectacular vista of peaks and lakes. The hotel grounds were framed by mountains heavy with cypress and closeted between two crystal clear lakes. The hotel had one VIP cabin which was reserved for us, just a brief walk from the main building. When we entered a housekeeper was walking through the rooms opening fourteen foot high slat-shutters that were over each window. The view from every window was breathtaking. Our suite was on the right, one window looking west at the mountains, the other north toward a lake. Giancomo and Gabriel had the Southern view of the main hotel and another lake with the mountains to the west. The bed was huge, high, and fluffy with pillows and covers looking very mountain cozy. In the center of the cabin were a complete dining room, kitchen, and living area. Just above the kitchen was a second floor sitting room, with an open railing looking down upon the sitting area below. A wide staircase rose to that level. Tall double doors in the center of the upstairs living opened westward toward the mountains and onto a narrow balcony. From the balcony a magnificent sweeping panorama made you feel part of this breathtaking scene. In the upstairs living area, on the south side a tall door opened onto an attic wing where shelves were stacked with pillows and down comforters. I imagined it would be so cozy in the winter time, all blanketed up with the windows wide open and the snowy mountains lit by the moon. Tatia and Marcus were taken to the main building, ensconced in a suite, where she could receive magazine people and photographers. A few young men were stand-in partners and a photographer and cameraman were already awaiting her arrival. Marcus managed the business meetings for Giancomo, and Gabriela was the pro-temp manager for Tatia. Gabriela was to go everywhere with the filming crew, pressing people onward to meet the time schedule that had been set. That evening we dined in the hotel in the most secluded area of the dining room. People hovered around the lobby, maybe to speak to Giancomo, or Marcus, or to see Tatia. One businessman with personal interests even spoke to me, and was disappointed that I was "only a Chilean." After dinner we had drinks in the bar then the four of us retired to our cabin. We sat on the upper level and sipped champagne looking out at the starry night through the huge windows. Gabriela and Giancomo on the couch opposite us, Gabriela's skirt raised just high enough on her legs to draw my recurring attention. I am sure Giancomo was having the same experience with Gail. The restaurant had sent over a tray of fruits and cheese before we returned to the cabin. Around midnight I went down to the kitchen to make a plate for us to choose from. Gabriela came to help me and at one point, while placing fruit on the plate, she leaned her breast against me and stayed there, as if waiting for my response. The moment passed, and we collected silverware ready to take the plate upstairs, when Gabriela suddenly stood in front of me and placed both her arms around my neck, she looked into my eyes, smiling, maybe teasing, and said, "When will I get you interested." "Me?" I questioned. "Yes… you," she said still smiling, tilting her head coyly. "Well," I responded, "My interest has already risen, and re-risen, often." "Ha," she trumpeted, laughing with and at me, "I only wish." I crinkled my eyebrows and smiled questioningly trying to act composed. I wondered if Gabriela knew about Gail and Giancomo, and whether she was trying to seduce me in order to make it convenient for him and Gail to rendezvous. She studied me for a moment then released her arms from my neck. "You don't even know you're interesting," she said, then after a pause, "We voted you the sexiest guy last summer." "Me?" I questioned, then added, "Oh yes, I can just see it, me and Francis of Assisi." Nothing was said until we were upstairs and I had passed the plate around. If Giancomo had made any advance toward Gail, I didn't sense it. Gabriela spoke first, looking at Giancomo, "I was telling Ri that we had voted him the sexiest guy last summer, and he doesn't believe me." Giancomo looked at me nodding, "That's true," he said. "A few days after we returned from Portofino a group of us were sitting around. The subject came up between the girls and they voted for you." I could feel myself blushing. Gail had taken my hand and was smiling. We actually called Tamara and she agreed. Her assessment was that "…you were," and she used an American term, "…most cool." She thinks that being jealous and showing it is something all Italian men do. In your case not only don't you show it, but you're so reserved around women they beg to see you try." Giancomo chided while smiling, "You can teach me something Rian," he said. Gail was grinning from ear to ear. "Why are you laughing," I asked. "I'm just smiling," she answered. Later, in our room, I asked Gail if Giancomo had been flirty. "Not really," she said. "When you went downstairs he came over and touched my cheek, then he stood before me staring for a few moments, that was all." I continued, now with humor, "How does it feel being married to the guy voted most sexy?" "Oh nothing new," Gail commented, looking at me with affection and a broad smile, "I've adjusted to being second." We opened the doors looking toward the mountains and breathed in the cool mountain air. The stars seemed inches away. "Why don't we keep the doors open all night Gail asked. "We'll get cold," I commented. "Get more blankets," she replied. Barefoot, I went back to the upstairs living, opened the closet door, and started to stack up a comforter and two more pillows. When I bent to pick them up I noticed a light behind and left of the shelves. I moved forward and peered toward the beam. A long pole rose through the ceiling that supported the fan that was centered in Gaincomo's room. There was a circle about the size of a basketball through which a fan was hanging in the center. I could see into Giancomo's room, and as I approached closer to the fan I could hear their voices, talking in Italian. I looked through the space and could see a section of the wall beside their bed, and then a shadow as someone passed nearby. I smiled to myself and withdrew, picking up the stacked blankets and pillows as I left. Our windows were open and the bed was piled high with down covers. We cuddled close, the crisp mountain air was revitalizing, and we talked for a long time. We started touching, exploring, and wound up with Gail's back to me, her nightgown raised to her waist, her naked behind pressed against my groin. She reached back wrapping her hand around my semi hard cock and began to fondle me. Gently she squeezed then slid upwards until my cock was out of her hand, repeating this again and again, until it was stone hard. I played with her small breasts, running the flat of my hand over and around her nipples, loving them, hefting them over and over again. When I reached my hand between her legs Gail was wet, ready. With my arm reaching over her behind and my hand between her legs, I pulled her closer to me. Gail moved her left leg forward, arching a bit, giving me access to her pussy from behind. Her hand reached back to guide me and I simply slid into her, half my cock wrapped in her warmth. I moved in and out just inches at a time. We stopped, started again, almost pulling out before plunging back in, reveling in the intensity of the feeling. Some twenty minutes later we sensed our readiness and stopped fondling, wishing now to concentrate on orgasm. It started gently, me entering her deeply then pausing for kisses and love words; Gail was touching her breasts at the same time. As the passion grew I started to hump into her quickly, more forcefully, and I felt Gail twitch, the telling signal that she was ready to cum, and she whispered, "Cum in me now, Ri,…I'm going to …" she moved her hand to touch her clit and I could feel her fingers moving rapidly as she rushed herself to orgasm, "Now, I'm…" and the last words were swallowed as she started to moan in a low gravelly voice, "Ohhaa, ohhh, ohhh yeah." She reached her hand behind her scratching my behind as she grabbed me, pulling me closer. When we finished we stayed together for a long time, with me still fondling her breasts and she touching herself from time to time. Gail reached for my buttocks to pull me close, as much to keep my shrinking cock inside her as for the nearness, and we feel asleep with her hand was resting on my buttocks, my cock still inside her. The next morning we all breakfasted in the cabin, eating from a small but very complete buffet. The kitchen doors were wide open and the crisp air and clear day was truly a reprieve from big city living. Gabriela walked out of her room looking dazzling in blue raw silk slacks and a pale yellow sleeveless shirt and sandals. Gail was wearing a loose blue linen skirt, cut just above her knees. Her blouse was a white see through material with a blue silk décolleté underneath. She had not worn a bra and her breasts were softly outlined. She looked enticing. We breakfasted with quiet conversation until Giancomo mentioned the schedule for the day. He invited me to join him; however, I believed he was just being courteous, so I declined. My plans were to see what the tennis possibilities were, and tour some of Bariloche. Though Gail had decided to join Gabriela and Tatia, we arranged that she would call me at 1PM if she wanted to meet me. With no changes our plans were to meet at 4PM as suggested by Giancomo when he informed us of the day's schedule. He had smiled mysteriously when he said "I'd like to show you something, and hear your comments." Then he added, "Our group is invited to dinner tonight," he paused, "Semi–formal," another pause, "And I promise an early out so we can see what the night life is like in this town." We bid adieus and headed to our rooms. Ten minutes later the girls were chattering away as they jumped into their waiting car. Giancomo left with them to ride as far as the hotel, where his car was waiting I lulled around the room some twenty minutes answering and sending a few emails, left a written message on the bed in our room telling Gail I was going to Bariloche, and would either be in the room or call for messages a little after 1PM. I grabbed a sweater and started a leisurely walk to the main building, and took a taxi into Bariloche. I was dropped off at what the taxi driver called the center of Bariloche and I began exploring. What a beautiful city it was with a backdrop that I compared to St. Moritz in Switzerland. I found the haute couture shops, lovely little café's, a relaxed crowd strolling everywhere, and the typical older crowd of 'mountain walks' people that you find in ski towns in the summertime. It was a picture book page that could have been in Europe as easily as here in Argentina. I had been roaming around for a good two hours when I walked to a taxi stand and started back to our hotel. I had been to St. Moritz and Banf and was impressed, but Bariloche was to me, the most attractive ski resort town that I had seen. On returning to the hotel I wasn't paying attention and forgot to tell the driver to turn toward the cabin. He dropped me at the main building and I went inside to buy a newspaper. I wound up with a Financial Times and Mercurio then headed back toward the cabin to wait for Gail's call. When I entered the cabin I started toward our room but was stopped by the sounds of voices in Giancomo's and Gabriela's room. Trying not to disturb anyone I went to our room. I started reading the newspaper, but curiosity got the best of me and I went into the kitchen trying to hear who was in the room. I could hear voices but not make out who was talking. Strangely enough it sounded like Gail's voice, and that made me nervous. I played with my decision some moments then went up the stairs to the living room. I opened the balcony doors and stood outside for a moment or two, expecting someone to hear me, then I looked down toward the windows on my left, hoping to see something. I couldn't hear talking now that I was outside. I went back inside closed the doors and sat down in the lounge chair to calm myself. I heard the talking again and decided to go into the closet where I had found the down blankets last night. I opened the door and stepped inside without turning on the lights, pulling the door behind me almost to closing. The windowless room had a large shaft of light beaming through the floor from the hole for the fan. Still standing at the door I slipped out of my loafers and made my way toward the hole in the floor. When I was standing right above it I could see a good portion of the bed. I didn't see anyone. I knelt and maneuvered around to view the whole room, no one was there and I realized that the sounds I was now hearing were from the television. Still kneeling I started breathing deeply to relax, annoyed at my own paranoia, feeling so much the fool for the way I was acting. The phone started to ring and by the second ring I remembered Gail's call. I looked at my watch, it was exactly 1 PM. I leapt up to race to the phone but, just as I started to open the closet door, I noticed the downstairs entry door opening. I stepped back leaving a slightest crack to see through. A big mustachioed man, I didn't recognize, was walking through the door. Just behind him was Gail, and she was talking on a mobile phone. Actually, Gail was calling to me and was finishing her message while walking into the cabin. What I heard was "… I'm picking up the logo board for the photographer, Gabriella is waiting." At that point Gail was in the cabin walking toward our room, the man still standing in the hallway. I watched Gail open our door, look around without going inside, and then she turned and walked towards Giancomos's room. "Gabriela's room is here," she stated to the man, "let's hope." I didn't hear the rest as she stepped into their room. The man followed her and stood in the doorway, one arm on the door the other the frame. He was just beneath me now; I could only see the upper part off his body. I was looking down upon his broad back and very thick neck. Gail Allows Andre Gail was doing something in the room. After some minutes he questioned, "Is she sure that it is here?" His accent was absolutely French and Gail's response was muffled. Then the man entered the room leaving the door half ajar. I moved from the closet door toward the hole in the floor. Gail was looking through the drawers under the television, and then she commented, "She said it might be in his suitcase. Would you mind looking in them," and she turned and motioned, pointing I assumed to where the suitcases were. When he walked into the room I had my first good view of him. The man wore a green jacket that had a crest on the front. His hair was cut the way soldiers do it, shaved around the bottom. He didn't appear to carry extra weight but his neck was thick, huge actually, which made him appear extremely big. At first glance I thought he was Arabic, maybe because of the mustache. But, his accent was obviously French when he called to Gail, "Could this be it?" By just moving the upper part of my body I was repositioned to see him holding a design printed on cardboard that came from the envelope. "Gail chimed with pleasure, "Oh yes Andre, that's it," then she added, "Maybe we should call Gabriela and ask." I was still peering through the hole looking at Andre, when, he smiled and put a finger to his lips sounding, "Shhsss," signaling Gail to be quiet. I felt a chill run through me. Had I made a noise? I had hardly moved and the TV was still on and noisy. Then I sensed what was coming as he moved from his side of the room toward Gail. I stealthily shifted position. They were just a few meters beneath me. When I lowered my face to the opening, it was as if I were in the room with them. Andre placed the envelope on the dresser table beside her, "Lets wait a few minutes before we call," he said. He was now standing just inches from her. "That was nice…what you did in the car," Andre said to Gail. She smiled, and after a long pause responded, "I was being silly." Andre reached out his hand to touch her face and Gail simply stood there. He touched her cheeks, and then ran his finger across her mouth. She was looking at him smiling as his fingers flitted across her eyes and she closed them. My ears were ringing, roaring, and for a moment I thought I would be sick. Andre placed his hands on Gail's arms and moved back a few centimeters. "Do it again for me," he said. Gail was starring at him, still with a slight smile, but doing nothing. "Come on," he said, "Do it again." Gail stood poised then slowly bent, moving her hands toward the hem of her skirt. She took her skirt and slowly lifted it until the hem was at waist level. I guessed it was now at a level that showed her panties, but from my angle above them I could only see to her thighs. "Higher," he said resolutely, and he simply leaned slightly to his right looking between her legs. In my mind I was screaming, "Stop this!" But I never said a word, and my heart was pounding in double time. Gail raised her skirt a little higher. I wondered what in the world she was doing, standing in front of this man showing her panties on demand. Andre released her left arm and bent further right to better see between her legs. Slowly his right hand moved upward and he placed it on her thigh. Gail's dress partially blocked his hand, I could see his wrist and a part of his hand, and it was moving. She didn't move away, or restrain him; she just continued to hold up her skirt. Andre straightened, his right hand still buried between her legs his left hand holding her arm. He was looking at her face. She was looking down watching as his hand explored between her legs. I guessed from the motion that he was already under her panties. Andre again bent to his right, a concentrated look upon his face. I couldn't see his hand because of the fluff of Gail's skirt where it doubled over, but his arm and hand movement had me picturing his fingers sliding through her vagina. Gail was now watching his face as he intently starred between her legs. I could see all of her thighs, barely centimeters from her panties. After some moments his arm started a rhythmic pumping motion, and I knew his fingers were in Gail. Her eyes appeared to darken with a lustful far-away cast. How beautiful her face looked when she responded to pleasure, momentarily closing her eyes and tilting her head back. Gail's body was now moving as well, imperceptibly humping forward to meet his thrusting fingers. She made a quiet but breathy sigh, "Ooohha," again tilting her head back and closing her eyes. Andre was still bent forward looking between her legs when he stopped, his hand disappeared further under her skirt, and he yanked her panties downward stopping at mid thigh. "Take off your ponce," he said, pronouncing pants as ponce. Gail did not hesitate and reached for her panties and slid them down, lifting her left leg and stepping out of one side. She placed her right hand on his chest for support and reached with her left hand to remove them. With the small bundle of beige silk bunched in her hand Gail turned to look behind her, then made a half step backwards and placed her panties on the table-desk against the wall. Now she was leaning on the table, the edge pressing into the cheeks of her behind, and Andre moved to her. They were almost directly below me. At that moment I thought Gail looked so helpless and I wanted to reach to her. I've always thought of her as delicate and she now seemed engulfed in the grip of this large and coarse looking person. But I did nothing as I watched Gail reciprocate. Andre leaned forward taking Gail's head in both hands, roughly I thought, and began kissing her. Gail's eyes opened wide, surprised, then she closed them and seemed to be kissing back with passion. Whilst still kissing Andre's right hand again disappeared between her legs and he arched his body, seemingly to better position himself for touching her. His left arm was holding her arm, his right hand was moving in a pumping motion, and I pictured one or more fingers inside Gail because she tossed her head back and squatted slightly, to open her legs. His arm pumped and moved for a minute or two until he abruptly stopped. Andre stepped back and began to remove his pants. Gail still leaning back against the desk said in a soft voice, "We should get back to them Andre… with the Logo." He didn't comment he was pulling down his pants and black jockey shorts. Gail was watching, very intently I thought, as he bent over to push his shorts to his ankles. She was starring at his penis when he answered, "We'll hurry," and as he stood straight he reached for Gail's skirt and lifted it even higher, now he was holding it up, and I saw her completely naked from the waist down, both hands gripping the edge of the table. I saw the gentle flair of Gail's hips, her long sculptured legs. Her beautiful face was wrinkled in concentration, her lips pouting. She looked so lovely, and used. Andre didn't take the time to look, he moved closer and when he lowered his left arm to her behind I was finally able to see his cock. It was sticking straight out and it was monstrous, fat, thicker than any I had seen and very dark. My immediate thought was that it didn't look any longer than mine but it was thick, much thicker. Gail was starring at his cock in wonderment, and I swallowed in fright for her. I had seen Gail being ravaged before and each time, no matter how hard I tried to control myself, I wound up getting excited. Even when I was angry, I would get hard. This time was different, my stomach was churning, and I was transfixed, but I was not hard. Andre pushed his groin forward and the head of his cock was touching Gail. His dark tube was as thick as a horse. She was looking at him as he reached with his right hand to guide himself. Leaning back, he started to rub his cock up and down Gail's vagina, I could see his uncircumcised head slipping between her wet lips, disappearing between the folds then slipping out again. He did this for some minutes, both seemed mesmerized by the rhythmic movement that was pushing the folds of her vagina from side to side. They were looking down, obviously enjoying the sensation. When he was leaning back my view was perfect. I could see where they joined, his cock and the patch of hair Gail left unshaved. I could hear their breathing as he continued rubbing his cock through her pussy lips, then made circular movements across her clit. Gail moaned softly, "Ohhhaa," and she reached with her right hand and placed it on the back of his arm, as if urging him toward her. Andre increased the motion, moving more quickly between her now very wet folds. Gail was looking down, concentrated on the fat cock that was partially buried between her pussy lips while Andre continued pushing and pressing. I could tell that Gail was now totally lost in the feeling, her neck was red, her cheeks flushed. She placed her left hand on his arm and while still looking at his cock she said, "Do it now…" and after a breathy sigh she said, "Put it in me." Andre pulled back his skin so that his cock head was completely exposed. He rubbed against her slowly one last time, stopping when the head of his cock was at the center of Gail's pussy. His groin inched forward burying half of his head in her, then he inched forward again, making tiny thrusts, then withdrawing, then slowly thrusting forward again. Gail twisted and repositioned herself with each movement, sometimes breathing an "Aawhh," as he sought to open her to his size. Andre pushed again and Gail reached down, using two fingers in a V position around his cock as she tried to spread herself for his huge tool. My position was perfect, I could see everything as long as he kept a space between them, I could smell them. Gail would throw her head back from time to time and I was afraid that she might look up and see me, my face was that close to the hole. Again she tried to accommodate his thickness by placing her fingers on the side of her pussy and pulled outward. I couldn't believe that he was already halfway into her, and when he would withdraw his cock it was glistened from her wetness. From my vantage point his cock looked like a bottle attaching them to one another. I recognized the glazed lustful look on Gail's face as she looked down and saw his cock partially buried in her. Andre's inching his cock into Gail took quite some time. I was amazed at his patience. I thought that he must have had a few experiences where he could not fit. I was even more amazed that it fit into Gail. The walls of Gail's pussy were clinging so tightly to his cock that inches were pulled out each time he withdrew. It was so erotic, as if her pussy were attached to his cock, intent on pulling him back inside. Signaling his intent to cum Andre pressed his upper body to Gail, his face was now cheek to cheek with hers, his shoulders bent, hunched, so that his face was on hers. Now I could only see his thick neck, and the cheeks of his behind. Gail's left leg was on the floor, her right leg raised, bent at the knee resting on Andre's thigh. Her eyes were closed and she grimaced from time to time, as Andre finally inched more of his thickness into her. "Aghhh," he droned, "ahhh…:aghhh," and he intoned a few dirty expletives in Spanish. He moved back slightly, and they both looked down watching his progress. I couldn't see to where they were joined but I heard the liquid squish of their effort. Andre was forcefully humping her now, five or six strokes then he would slow as if to control when he would cum. When he started humping in earnest it was near to violent, the table crashing against the wall. He stopped for control and when he separated himself, again I heard the squish of his withdrawal. He swayed back, this time far enough for me to see his cock partially buried in Gail, creamy white liquid a circle around his cock. Gail's face was crimson. Andre pushed again, "Am I hurting you?" Gail didn't answer but she moved her right hand from his arm and placed it on his behind, giving him the signal he needed to push deeper. As she was pulling him to her he began clenching and unclenching his behind in short thrusts. "You are.... so wet," he said. Gail's head was now slightly laid back, her eyes closed. "Do it," she breathed, "Just do it," and to my utter surprise Gail said, "Ohh… now, Ohhhahh, fuck me," and I could see her urging him forward with the movement of her leg. My face was burning, my hands trembling. Not my Gail, that's not her talk. I touched my cock out of curiosity. I wasn't soft but neither was it hard. Andre was now moving into her, then pulling out then thrusting deeper. He started looking down again when Gail raised her other leg off the ground and wrapped it around his thigh. It was all the encouragement Andre needed and he grunted "Agghhh… you have me… Achahh, now… you have me all," and I saw that his cock was fully in Gail. She placed her arms around his neck for support, the desk edge was pressed grotesquely into the cheeks of her behind, and Andre's glistening cock was moving in and out of her wet pussy. Then Gail softly whined in a whisper I could barely hear, "Ohha...Ohhhh, yes do it, do me." Andre slowed to a rhythmic humping motion for a short time, leaning into Gail so that they were again cheek to cheek. Then Andre stopped and leaned back to look at Gail. "You love this, "he stated. "You love this, don't you, "he asked. Gail opened her eyes to look at him. She was consumed at this point, eyes glazed, mouth partially open, her chest a fiery red. She had a look of expectancy on her face, "You love this, don't you," he said again. Gail answered, "Do it…Andre, just do it." Then again he asked "Tell me… you love it." He was looking at Gail waiting for an answer. Gail nodded her head and spoke at the same time, "Yes, I love it." Then she leaned forward and pulled his head to hers and covered his mouth with her lips. It was a kiss more lust filled and physical then any I had seen. Their heads twisted and turned with what I assumed were their tongues searching for deeper more intimate places. I watched, raptly, as if looking from outside my life into the life of another. My woman, my sweet Gail totally immersed, enjoying this, and I ached, not lustfully this time but with jealously, and for the first time, fear. While they were still kissing they resumed fucking. Gail's legs were tightly pressed against his sides and she was urging him into her with each thrust. Their rhythm was causing the desk to bang against the wall again. Gail was now constantly moaning and Andre grunted a "Uumm," each time he humped forward. They were speeding up; Gail now broke off their kiss and wrapped her arms around him, her body now molded to his. The cheeks of Andre's behind were clenching with each thrust and the muscles in his legs tightened as he fucked my wife with force. Gail then started to whine with a growing intensity, "Ohhh…ahhh, oh yes do it…ahhh, do it." She buried her face in his chest as her feelings intensified, then she screamed "Ohhahhh," in a voice that sounded like she was crying, "Ohhhhh…ahh… I'm cumming…do it…do it" and Gail started to twitch and hump her hips forward as each forceful wave of her orgasm swept through her. She ground her head into his chest turning it from side to side. Andre kept pumping into her, occasionally grunting while Gail continued her whining "Umm, umm… ohhh.," her arms wrapping then re-wrapping around him as she tried to grind him deeper into her. Andre's arms were completely wrapped around her as he humped toward orgasm and then, with a rumble that started in his throat, he sounded, "Agghhh, ahh oui, ahh oui, " and he pushed deeply into Gail and stayed still, his behind clenching five or six telltale thrusts, indicating each time he spewed his cum deep inside her. Gail continued to cling to him, his cock still in her. They stayed together for one or two minutes. When Andre moved his head to look at Gail, she raised her head from his chest. She looked like she had been sleeping. Her hair was ruffled, her chin and chest still red. Gail stretched upwards, closed her eyes and moved her mouth to his. She started kissing him lightly but I saw her lips open and her cheeks gave testimony to the movement of her tongue in his mouth. Andre stood straight, Gail doing all the kissing, his eyes open, intent on watching her. When she stopped, he looked at her smiling, smirking I thought, "You love it, don't you?" Gail just looked at him, the half smile that was there before his question broke slightly to a smile, acknowledging his comment or, maybe she was agreeing. When they separated Andre bent down to pull up his pants. They parted enough for me to see Gail, one hand and her behind were on the edge of the table, her skirt up at waist height, her legs still spread wide. There was a gaping hole where Andre had just retired his cock, her pussy looked raw and used, Andre's cum and her wetness were all over her thighs, and dripping from her pussy. Finally Gail moved, she placed her left hand between her legs cupping her pussy, and started to walk toward the door. She walked from the room and I assumed she was headed to our room to clean up. When Andre was dressed he shut the TV and pressed some numbers on his mobile phone. Speaking in Spanish he said to someone, "I think we have found it. Ask her if it is a blue and green design." They must have answered, affirming it was the design, because Andre took the blue envelope and walked out toward the kitchen, closing the door to Giancomo's room behind him. As soon as the door was closed I quietly rose and moved from the fan-hole to the closet door. It was still unlatched and just enough ajar to allow me to see downstairs. Gail exited our room a few minutes later with fresh makeup on. "You don't look like you have been fucking," he said to Gail in a crude manner. Gail smiled meekly in return then asked, "Have you called?" Andre nodded then raised his hand showing her the envelope, all the while starring at her with what I could only explain as a cocky smirk. I hated the bastard at that moment and I hated that Gail would allow this person into our lives, however briefly that might be. I watched them leave and when I heard the car drive away I exited the closet. I went into our room and noticed the telephone light flashing. The time was 1:33 P. I pressed messages and retrieved the call that Gail had left. "Hi Ri," her voice started, "It's almost 1 PM, I'm on my way to the cabin to get something for Gabriella. You must have found a game. I'll call again when I am back with Gabriella." Then she whispered, "Love you Hon." The rest of the afternoon was a haze of consternation and self pity. I walked back to the hotel and found the concierge. After five or six calls he had organized a pro and a game of tennis for the next day. When I returned to the cabin at 4P they were all there. We exchanged greetings and after Gail kissed my cheek she stood beside me leaning on my arm. I tried not to show indifference toward her in front of our friends. No need to spoil their visit. Giancomo suggested the girls wear jeans or slacks and five minutes later we left. We were being chauffeured beyond Bariloche. Some ten minutes out Giancomo received a mobile call. While he was talking Gail questioned in a whisper, "Are you alright Ri?" I looked at her with as blank an expression as I could muster and said, "Sure, I'm at peace." I knew that had to ring strange with Gail because I had never said anything that stupid before. She reacted with a look of surprise but made no further comment. After another ten minutes of driving we came upon a Range Rover, parked on the side of the road. A large trailer was hitched to the back and six snow mobiles were sitting in an open field, some thirty meters away. After introductions to the gentlemen waiting there, we were given brief instructions on handling the snow mobiles, and the five of us roared off in a line. We rode over a rise and continued down and across a small valley. On the next hilltop the leader stopped. Gail Allows Andre From the hilltop vantage point, the leader and Giancomo started to point to different landmarks. When we had an idea of the property limits that were in discussion Giancomo proceeded to tell us details of the project. It was truly a magnificent setting for what was planned, and I said as much. We enthusiastically heralded the beauty of the property, two-hundred-fifty hectares of verdant land, with mountain backdrops in every direction. In the car on the way back to the cabin we all commented and opined on the development. Giancomo looked at Gail and said, "What do you think?" lifting his chin in a nod as he asked. "Gian, I think it's a beautiful location. I certainly couldn't comment on the developing part." My clever lady I thought, she sounded so solid, actually she was solid, about most things. "Ri," Giancomo asked, "What do you think about Argentina?" Before answering I thought to myself, this is heading somewhere. "Beautiful country, love the people. Easy for me because of the language." Then I added, "Why?" He looked at me and smiled. "Could you live here?" I immediately answered "I could, whether I would is the question. A city like Buenos Aires probably, like Bariloche, I doubt it." Giancomo stared for a moment, "Yes," he said, "You're probably right. Me too. I'd love it for six months then need change." I interrupted his thoughts, and asked, "Were you planning to move here?" He responded, "During development, probably. I could always visit you on weekends in Santiago, if I get bored." I smiled, the girls laughed. "You'd be welcome," I added. Giancomo continued, "That is, unless there was someone I could trust with the project oversight." Gabriela offered, "What about Ri or Gail?" she asked of Giancomo. He raised his hand beckoning toward us, "They would both have to like it, wouldn't they," he answered. Back in the cabin we all chatted about the land, and then retired to our rooms. We had a semi-formal dinner to attend. In the room Gail asked. "Do you think he was offering for us to oversee his project… a job?" I answered, "I think it was leading that way, that's why I tried to show no interest." Gail continued, "Do you think it could be interesting for us… financially I mean." I paused to think before responding, "It would have to be interesting financially and good for us at the same time." As we readied ourselves we chatted. "How did your afternoon go," I asked. Gail responded "Well enough. It's fascinating what they do, the photographers and camera men. I had to run the errand for Gabriela, that's why I didn't meet you." How did you get back," I asked. "One of the security men drove me." "Security men," I questioned, "They have security men?" "Yes," Gail replied, "Everywhere Tatia and the cameras go. Three of them." "Wow," I exclaimed, "I'm impressed." We drove in Giancomo's limousine to the hotel, picked up Tatia and Marcus, and made our way to into town where the dinner was being held. Someone Giancomo knew was waiting and he led us to the Reception Hall. When we entered the room, some thirty of forty heads turned and starred. It was not at Giancomo, it was for our ladies. They looked magnificent and the silence for a few moments attested to the approval of the guests. We sat at a round table with two more couples. The older couple was a man who was some official of the city. His robust wife, a woman of about fifty, sat beside him in a low cut gown, her ample chest creating a platform with deep cleavage. I sat beside her and after speaking I found her intelligent, and very aware of the response she gave rise to. Beside her native Spanish, she spoke English and Italian faultlessly. This cultured lady was a delight and I thought how nice it would be to introduce her to our friend Tamara, in Cannes. Some speeches were made, mostly they were brief, and the dinner was pleasant. We were there about two hours, when we began saying our goodbyes. Both Gail and I had three glasses of wine and we were feeling relaxed. The limousine whisked us away and we wound up at a dance club, for the taste of night life that Giancomo had promised. Our party was expected and catered to more then was necessary. The place was typical, and loud. Our reserved table was just inches from the dance floor, with at least a hundred people dancing around. "Wow," I yelled to Gail above the noise. The girls were on the bank looking at the dance floor, Giancomo and I on the end, facing one another and Marcus sat in the center facing the girls. Champagne was already cooling at our table. As soon as drinks were served Giancomo asked Tatia to dance and they stepped onto the dance floor. Tatia was terrific, very into the young style of dance and suggestive too. Giancomo was smiling, sort of letting her do her thing, while doing his modest movements. Marcus danced with Gail and I asked Gabriela to dance with me. Rather then twisting around and moving wildly, she pressed up against me and we slowed our pace to allow us to dance closely. I decided I wanted to enjoy her attention and I pressed her back to feel flesh, and tugged her waist towards me. We hadn't moved far from our table and now and again Gail, though still dancing, would look my way. As nice as the place was, it was too loud to talk, and Giancomo and I both were getting restless. We were their almost an hour when someone that Gabriela knew from the days work came by and asked her to dance. I was watching Gabriela dance, my hand on the table with Gail's hand over mine. I felt her hand twitch and I looked up. A man was bending down speaking towards Giancomo's ear, then he offered his hand to Giancomo. It was Andre. Giancomo looked perplexed but he offered his hand without saying a word and Andre introduced himself. Gail was frozen in her seat and I noticed her looking at Giancomo with a tortured look on her face. Andre said a few words to Giancomo and then looked across toward Gail, ignoring me. Someone from behind him touched Andre's shoulder and said something, that prompted him to excuse himself saying, "Work calls," and without looking back to us, he left. Gabriela came back to the table and Giancomo came to sit beside me. "Strange fellow that was. Says he works for me. Do you find this place loud?" he asked. "I do," I answered. "Maybe we can give the girls another spin or two and find someplace where we can hear ourselves speak." Giancomo rose to dance with Gabriela and as I turned away from watching them Andre was standing beside me. He introduced himself and offered his hand. I started to rise, "No, don't bother," he said, pushing downward on my shoulders urging me to remain seated. I rose anyway. Gail was watching me transfixed, even in the poor light I thought I noticed her pale. Andre continued, "I heard all about you…, they sing your praises." "And how is that?" I inquired, almost shouting. "Today, at the promotional shoot," he said, "Gabriela and your wife …but mostly Gabriela, they kept talking about you" The last, "mostly Gabriela" part sounded a touch of sarcasm and I responded, Friends…that's nice," I said smiling. He was hardly listening to my response when he stated, "I hear you play tennis… I've been looking for a good game." I smiled and said, "I understand," without suggesting a game. "Have you organized a court yet?" He asked. "Yes, I have. I'm playing tomorrow." He inquired, "Where? I lied, "I don't remember the name, it was organized for me." He repeated, "I'd love a decent game. I'll try to find out where," and with that he turned saying, "I've got to go," and he went back to overseeing the club. Gail had been watching us as we talked. She could hear some of what we said but, rather then shout we had been leaning closer to each other's ear while talking. The exchange had made her nervous. As we left the club Andre was at the exit and he bade us good night. He exchanged a few words with Gabriela about the photo work for the next day and we left. On our way back to the cabin Gabriela brought up his name. "You know, Andre says he may play tennis with you tomorrow," she said. "That's news to me," I responded. "He said he would call the hotel tomorrow to find out where you will be playing," she added. Giancomo had been listening and commented, "He is one cheeky fellow," then addressing Gabriela he asked, "Are we involved with him in any way?" She replied, "Not really, except he is supplying the security. He is also a nephew of …" and here Gabriela went on to mention a name that Giancomo knew. Gabriela continued, "I was asked to use him if possible and told he was resourceful." Giancomo replied almost before she was finished. "He strikes me as troublesome…distanziare," he said to Gabriela, and I was sure she understood it as an instruction. Then he added, "You know Ri, I would like to see you play tennis. I have always loved the game. Can I watch tomorrow?" "Of course," I replied, I'm only knocking up with a pro tomorrow, maybe I can offer him something so he will lose to me." Once back at the cabin the four of us chatted for a few minutes, still standing, then said goodnight I washed and brushed and was in bed in minutes. When Gail climbed in she moved beside me and after a few moments said, "You acted strange tonight." "I didn't mean to… in what way was I strange?" I asked. Gail responded, "Distant," she said, "are you angry with me?" I saw this as an opening, "Why should I be angry with you?" "No reason," she said, "that's why I feel like you've been acting strange. Even when we danced it felt like you didn't want to touch me?" I placed my hand on her thigh, it was bare. Gail laid her long strong fingers in mine and sighed, "I'm glad," she said. I persisted, "You've said that before." Gail turned her head, "What? What did I say, when?" "You said …no reason," I answered, "That was when you were screwing on the patio at the Hotel du Cap." Gail was quiet for a long moment, "Oh Ri," she said, "you disappoint me," and she took my hand off her thigh, rolled away on her side, and went to sleep. The next morning we breakfasted from the buffet and everyone was out by 9:30. I had organized a private tour of the ski area even though everything was closed for the summer. I had to admit that Bariloche was more beautiful than the ski areas I loved so much in Chile. Bariloche was less intense, more character, I promised myself to ski there at least for one winter holiday. The day went quickly and I arrived back at the cabin to change just in time to make it to the courts at 2:00 PM. The tennis court was beautiful, shade trees all around, with covered seating and a cooler box with water. Much to my surprise Marcus and Tatia were there. Giancomo was already there with Gail sitting beside him. Giancomo was speaking with Nelson the tennis pro. Gail's greeting for me was a smile so broad, that its cheer swept over me. Her green eyes were blazing with the reflection of the clear mountain brightness and I thought to myself, once again, that she is the epitome of beauty and simplicity. If she was angry at me last night, it seemed forgotten. Gabriela was missing but there were three other persons from the promotional group that I did not know. Nelson, was the typical weather beaten and tanned pro, I guessed about fifty. He greeted me with ease of a tennis pro that had seen it all. We started to knock up and I marveled at the way all pros seemed to manage to minimize their use of energy and effort while playing. Nelson did it with grace. We played without trying to outdo each other, but still requiring effort to stay in the game. We had been playing about twenty minutes when Andre arrived at the courts. He was geared up with the latest Fila wear and he looked very much a tennis player. He walked directly to Giancomo and greeted him like an old friend then, ignoring Gail, he looked at me, "Are you ready for a run about," he asked. I turned to the pro as he approached the net and briefly explained the situation and Nelson stepped from the court. Andre walked out to the base line and immediately started doing exercises. I might add that he was looking very professional in his warm-up, and his attire. In fairness, Andre's game was reasonable. Obviously he had spent some time on court. He won his first service. When we changed sides between games he was grinning, looking across the court toward Gail. She noticeably blushed then looked away, engaging Giancomo in conversation. I felt jealousy and anger bubbling within me, not with Gail but with Andre's crudeness. Still on serve at the fourth game, we were picking up balls near the net when Andre commented loudly to me, of course for everyone to hear, "What happened to the hot Chilean?" When I looked up at him, he had a macabre grin, and raising his eyebrows in innocence said, "Gabriela told me that you were the best… at everything." He emphasized the last part. Gail cringed. Giancomo moved as if to stand, then he just slid forward in his seat staring sternly. "Astounding," I said. Andre looked up and asked, "What…what is astounding?" Whilst looking straight into his eyes, smiling, I replied, "Your lack of courtesy." There was absolute silence on court, when I added, "But I promise to try harder." The moment seemed frozen, uncomfortable, then Andre simply nodded and turned to move back toward the base line. Thereafter Andre did not win a game, and very few points. After four consecutive games were lost he said "I haven't been playing for a while…" His grating smile slowly disappeared completely. Everyone was tense. At breaks I noticed him looking at Gail, and that she avoided looking back. Now I was feeling protective towards Gail, and I was hoping to finish this game quickly. I did not want Andre to broadcast another crude comment. Before the second set was over Gabriela arrived. She was her usual buoyant and cheerful self. She stood beside Giancomo and he said something to her. When we next broke between games she walked across the court toward Andre and asked, "Who is winning?" Andre wiped his face and nodded my way, "He's ahead." "Good", Gabriela yelled for all to hear, "Basta…enough," she said. Gabriela took Andre's face in both hands, laughing while shaking it back and forth in mock recrimination, "See," she cheerily announced, "I told you he was the best," her good humor eliminating the tension. She took his hand and walked, pulling him, to my side of the net. She raised both our arms as for a prize fighter, then leaned toward me and kissed my sweaty forehead. She announced loudly, for all to hear, "We have an appointment to keep, basta for now." Everyone on the court stood and clapped. Of course the applause was for Gabriela. We had dinner in the hotel with Marcus and Tatia, afterwards the four of us walked back to the cabin. The night air was cool and the stars just an arms length away. It was beautiful. I was walking with Gabriela, some few steps behind Giancomo walked with Gail. Arriving in the cabin I walked into our room. When I came out just minutes later, Giancomo had gone upstairs with Gail. Gabriela and I sat in the downstairs kitchen; she was telling me all about her favorite artist, Eugenio Benvenuti. Giancomo yelled down, "Anyone for a good port?" We both said "no thanks," and we continued talking. Gabriela stood and said, "Excuse me for a minute Ri." She returned a few minutes later wearing a short white terry robe. Her long legs lifted the flap as she walked toward me. I was instantly excited. At first I thought she had nothing underneath but when she sat beside me I caught glimpses of a filmy blue material underneath. Gabriela knew the effect she was having on me and she smiled, "You like?" I smiled, and nodded an earnest yes. Fifteen minutes later Gail walked down the broad stairs and stood beside us at the table. She listened for a few moments then touched my shoulder, "I'm going to change too," she said, and she made for our room. She returned about five minutes later, the picture of sensuality. She was shoeless, wearing a soft white cotton shirt that stopped above her knees. Four buttons were open at the top. Her strong legs tapered down to small feet, her painted toenails the only color she was wearing. She looked so delicate without color on her face. Just the sight of her created a tingle in my groin. Her shirt looked loose and comfortable, yet it had enough fit to show her girlish shape. I could see her nipples and I guessed she was naked underneath. Gail placed her hand on my shoulder and stood beside us for a few minutes listening to Gabriela explain the way she lucked into a painting at auction. The underlying motive for Gail's being there, I thought, was that Gail was jealous when I paid attention to Gabriela. She was competing. Now Gail was just as enticingly dressed, undressed I should say. When Gabriela finished speaking Gail quietly announced, "I'm going to sit upstairs and finish my port," and she turned and walked toward the stairs. I watched her as she was walking up the stairs. It was surreal, like a shadow hovering above you in a dream. I talked with Gabriela another fifteen minutes but Gail pervaded my thoughts. When Gabriela rose to get something from her room, I used the excuse to stand, "I guess I'll go upstairs and say goodnight, I'm finished for the night," I announced. Gabriela paused for a moment, and then while nodding, she moved beside me, and placed a hand on my face, then kissed my cheek, "Bon nuit, Ri, sleep well." I started up the stairs, and just before arriving at the top, speaking loudly I said, "let me say goodnight." Giancomo must have been standing because as I rose to the level of the room, he was turning to sit in the single sofa chair. By the time I reached the middle of the room, he had his legs crossed, one foot shoeless, and swinging. Gail was on the large couch to his right; the back of the couch was facing me. She didn't move. I walked behind her and placed my hand on her shoulder. Her body was slightly turned to face Giancomo, with her legs tucked under her. Her left arm was bent and resting on the back of the couch which caused her shirt to tighten around her chest, perfectly framing her breast. What a beautiful sight she was. "Night Ri," she said, as I bent to kiss her cheek. Giancomo said goodnight in Italian. I thought he looked tired. "Is your foot hurting?" I asked, nodding to his shoeless foot. He smiled, "No, I have the habit of swinging it… the heel marks the leg of my pants." I acknowledged his explanation, nodding, "Night." I said again. "Goodnight Ri." Giancomo replied. Once in our room I pulled the door behind me without closing it all the way and washed for bed. I left the bathroom light on with the door half ajar, allowing light for Gail. Twenty or thirty minutes went by, I lay in bed wondering if Gail was just finishing her port, or if Gabriela had gone upstairs too. I must have dozed off because I heard Gail close the bathroom door when she returned. After quite a while the bathroom door opened, the light was out and she made her way to the bed by moonlight. Gail moved in the bed to make herself comfortable and, as was her custom, she stretched her arm to touch me. "I'm awake," I said. Gail moved closer and when I could feel her breast on my arm she said, "Sorry I woke you." "Not to be," I said, "I was worried about you…upstairs." She put her right arm over my stomach and squeezed my arm to assure me, saying, "It was nice, we mostly chatted about the development." I continued, "If I were him I'd find it hard looking at you in that shirt." Gail answered with delight, "It's sexy, isn't it…you like it?" "I got hard just looking at you when you walked in." I answered. Gail added, "Good, I was trying to make you look at me, not Gabriela." Gail moved her hand across my stomach and over my cock, resting it on my thigh. "Did you come to the tennis court with Giancomo," I asked. "Yes," she answered, not offering an explanation. "Where did you meet up with him?" Gail replied, questioning, "Gian?" Then without my answer she continued, "He came to the where Tatia was working." "Oh," I said, feeling a bit like a jealous boy. Gail Allows Andre We lay without speaking for a few minutes, with Gail softly rubbing my thigh. Then she commented, "You know, Gian hasn't tried anything. He's been flirty a few times but that's all. Actually, I think he may have something with Tatia," she said. "No, I didn't know," I responded. All the while thinking that, with Gabriela why would he need more. "Who knows," Gail said, talking to herself, and then she asked, "Is that why you were upset yesterday?" I simply answered, "No." Gail pressed on, "I know when something is bothering you," she said. "Then why?" Just to keep the discourse flowing I said, "You know how I sense things with you. Yesterday I sensed something… and you looked like you had been making love." With consternation in her tone, she asked, "What makes…," she paused, then continued, "When did you sense this?" "Here, when I came back." Gail countered, speaking softly, "I didn't see Giancomo until I arrived here." I responded with, "Oh," and I let it drop. Gail was touching my cock now and I was getting hard. I moved to my side and slipped my hand under her shirt and began to squeeze and touch her breast. "I'm sorry about last night," she said. I responded, "OK." I lifted one side of Gail's shirt, then the other, allowing me to touch both breasts. I concentrated on her nipples for a few minutes then slide down to place my mouth on her breast. I had my leg over hers, trapping my cock against her thigh. Gail had one hand on my head the other on my back. I slowly ran my left hand down her stomach and lightly across her pussy, pressing when I felt her wet lips. We were touching for five maybe ten minutes when I moved from her breast to kiss her. Gail opened her mouth to me and I slipped my tongue under her lips, at the same time as I slide my finger into her. She was really wet, ready for me I thought. I didn't feel the tightness I was accustomed to. I slide my finger out and pressed two fingers into her. Again she felt different. Then it dawned on me, Gail must have been fucking Andre again today. But where, when, I wondered. I stopped kissing Gail, "Baby," I questioned, Gail answered with a grunted, "Yes?" "You have to help me." "With what," she whispered. "Please be straight," I said, "Have you been making love today." I couldn't bring myself to say, fucking. Gail didn't respond. I nudged her by pushing my hard cock against her leg. "Why do you ask," she finally whispered. "The way you feel," and I moved both fingers that were still inside her. She inquired with a little tremor in her voice," How do I feel?" "Really stretched, and wet, like you still have cum in you." Gail laughed, "Oh Ri, you are such a detective when it comes to me." "So answer your beloved detective, did you?" I asked. It was thirty second later, but it felt like a week, when Gail answered. She turned her face to my ear and whispered. "No, Ri, I did not make love today… I did masturbate though." "When…where did you masturbate?" I inquired, trying to sound relaxed and monotone. Gail was taking her time, "Just now when I came in to change." "Is that why you are wet?" "Yes, I guess so," she whispered. I moved my fingers in her and said, "Let me taste you," and started to pull my fingers out. Gail grabbed my arm "Ri, you're crazy, don't…" but I quickly placed my fingers in my mouth. "Doesn't taste like you," I said, jokingly, though actually I couldn't tell even if there was a difference. "Come on top of me baby", I said, "I want you to fuck me." "I'll love you," she said, as she slid on top of me, sat upright to take off her shirt, and reached behind her to guide my cock into her. Without preliminary rubbing she centered me and then pressed downwards. My whole cock slide right into her. She started to move slowly, partially up and then forward a bit. I thrust upwards each time I felt my cock fully in her. She was concentrated on pleasuring me. I knew her movements. She felt so wet and I wondered, first to myself and then out loud, "What if the wetness I am feeling were Giancomo's cum, would you tell me." Gail whispered, "Yes," while slowly rising on my cock as she tried to prolong my pleasure. "Did you expose yourself to him while you were upstairs?" I asked. "I don't think so," she responded between breaths. She was trying hard to make me cum "Do you think he may have seen you by accident," I persisted. "Yes," he may have, she answered. I grabbed her hips as if her talk was exciting me. I knew my Gail; I could tell that she was talking to please me. Gail pumped and moved and touched me for fifteen minutes trying to make me cum. "I'm getting tired Baby, cum in me now," she said. Let me get on top I prompted. As we changed places I heard Gail sigh. I positioned myself between her legs and placed my cock at her wet stretched center. I immediately sank halfway into her, resting on my arms. Gail reached down to touch herself as my cock slowly penetrated deep into her belly. "Love," I said, "Tell me why your pussy feels so stretched," I asked, as lustfully as I knew how. Gail didn't answer. I quietly continued, "You feel as if you have had a big fat cock stretching you for me," Gail was concentrated on touching herself, I was slowly humping deep into her then moving around, trying hard not to cum. "Would a thick cock pumping into you feel good?" I asked. "Uhmm," Gail sounded her first recognition of my talking. I was hunched over her now, my mouth close to her ear but I left space between us as she touched herself with more abandon now. My mouth was an inch from her ear when I whispered, "Imagine you standing, leaning against the wall, and some guy with a thick bottle size cock is rubbing it against your pussy, getting you ready to take his thickness. Your pussy is stretching to take it all, your wetness making it possible for him to slide in." I was pumping into Gail more rapidly now, and when she didn't answer I continued, " Imagine the thick cock sliding in filling you, your legs lifted, wrapped against his waist, you begging him to shove it in… Would you love that Baby, I asked. "Ohhh," Gail sighed as she touched herself faster, I imagined her eyes squeezed shut, deep in concentration. "Would you…" I quietly insisted. "Ohhh… yes," Gail sighed, and she started making a pumping motion against me. I could tell she was nearing orgasm so I started to hump more forcefully. Gail was soaked, literally soaked, cum coated my cock each time I withdrew. I still believed there was someone else's cum in her. "Imagine the fat cock getting ready to spew hot cum into you," I added. "Do you want him to cum in you now Baby?" Gail replied, "Yes Ri… cum in me Baby, please… cum in me now," her voice raspy and low, the way she sounds as her orgasm comes upon her. She tightened her legs to my side as I started humping frantically, wanting to cum with her. And as if from a distance I heard "Ohhaahh…Oh Ri…do it Baby." and Gail thrust upward as each wave of her orgasm coursed through her. She was squeezing me tightly, her arms now around my back, her mouth near my ear, "Ohhhaa…Ohh yes Ri." We held each other very tightly, for a long time. No words said. I moved my mouth to kiss her and brushed her cheek. I tasted a tear. I couldn't see but I touched her face and knew she was crying. I placed my head beside hers, cheek to cheek. Gail whispered, barley audible, "You saw me, didn't you?" The seconds that I was thinking of a response felt like days, "Saw you what?" I whispered back without moving my head. Again, long seconds with no answer. "Saw what?" I insisted. Gail moved, I could tell that she tried to look at me in the darkness. There was still the pause, then she kissed my mouth wetly, "Nothing," she answered, "I thought maybe you had seen me in the bathroom, masturbating," she cleverly replied. The rest of the trip was a repeat of me wondering if she were meeting Giancomo, though I actually believed he was beyond that now. Gail seemed to be obsessed over Gabriela liking me. One afternoon Gail said, "I think you're the only guy that has never tried to get her. She is fixated now." So I jokingly commented, "That's exciting." Gail didn't appreciate the humor hence I stopped making jokes whenever she talked about Gabriela. Before we started back to Buenos Aires we discussed meeting Gabriela and Giancomo again, in September in Cannes. This time Giancomo was actually going to take a one week vacation. Gabriela was thrilled and kept thanking me as if I were the one making his decision. For some unexplained reason, and in spite of the age difference and lack off mutual interests, we thought of Giancomo as a friend, and were certain he felt the same way about us. We said goodbye to each other in the hotel in Buenos Aires. The girls hugged, Giancomo and I talked about what we might want to do during the week's holiday in France. Gail and I walked from the hotel hand in hand, and we waved to our friends just before we climbed into the taxi for the airport, and our trip home.