0 comments/ 137584 views/ 2 favorites Gail Dives With Richard By: HADRIAN M 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 ***** Introduction We returned to France for holiday less then a week ago and we’ve been on board a stately yacht for the past four days. We came to be invited to spend our holiday on this magnificent yacht because of a friendship with Tamara, a delightful and sophisticated British senior living in Cannes. Gail, my wife enjoys Tamara’s special charm, and the two are, in simple terms, tight. Despite some forty years difference in their age, the two can talk and giggle on the phone for hours. Last year Tamara introduced us to Charlotte and Duncan, the owners of the yacht, and they invited us to spend our holiday aboard, using the boat like a hotel. We responded to their invitation to spend sixteen days of our holiday aboard their boat. Last night we set sail from the home base of Cannes, for the twenty some odd hours trip toward Sardinia. We would be spending five days traveling and exploring the seas and cities of that Mediterranean island. There were others on board, couples we had just yesterday become acquainted with. One young couple was from Naples, Italy. The husband Paulo was tall and thin with wavy brown hair, and, by any standard, an attractive man. His wife Rosalie stood at 5’6” with a tiny waist that always caught your attention. Her well proportioned breasts always seemed to boast cleavage, and her permanent smile soon made her every ones favorite. I also found her sexy, with an untouchable air. Because of her background as an archeologist she also became our teacher, Another couple, probably in their early forties, was from Austria. They lived year round in the magnificent ski resort of Lech. Gertrude, “Call me Gerty,” she said, was of medium height, a little on the plump side, and always pleasant. Her not so perfect command of English made her seem reserved, but before the trip was over that image changed. At one point I would have voted her the sexiest girl on board, of course after Gail. Gertys husband was Heinz, a tall and stern looking man. The kind of man that almost injures you with a handshake. Heinz was also super correct, nodding, almost bowing to the ladies every day, shaking ands with everyone in the room each time he left. He turned out to be the most fun guy. He never seemed to know the difference between serious and a joke, and we all ribbed him. We came to expect him in his tie when he went swimming. A tall lanky talkative Englishman Richard, married to a lovely lady from Venezuela named Evita, was another guest couple. They were on board with their two children, their daughter Janice, a student in Aix en Provence, and their teenage son Richard, dubbed young Richard, a student in a British Military School. We didn’t meet their children until later in the evening. Richard was an insurance underwriter, and he managed the coverage of Duncan’s boat. Because of the two Richards the son became known as young Richard. There was a single gentleman called Dolphin, who looked an unlikely character to be on board. He was half guest half scuba expert. He would come in handy when we did our planned scuba diving near Sardinia. The first night we met Dolphin he insulted my wife Gail. She actually tried to strike him, and hurt her arm in the process. Gail was frightened of him and simply abhorred his presence. Whenever I saw him, after that first night, I tried to make my dislike of him obvious. Gail, in turn, made every effort to stay away from him. If he came into a room she left and from time to time I saw her tremble in anger. It was not the most accommodating situation. During the first days on board Gail and I shared sexual experiences with Charlotte and Duncan. The rest of those on board were new acquaintances. If you would like to know more about the first days on board you may turn to Literotica - Stories & Pics - Authors Index – Hadrian M - Gail surprises Rian. The Story We were out to sea, sailing at 11 knots, on a sunny day with an exhilarating wind blowing across the deck. It was cooler than I had expected. Charlotte had earlier informed us that most of the meals would be served in buffet fashion. I was surprised to learn that a crew of seven people was on board. Surprised because I did not know there was that much room in crew quarters and, I had not seen them board. The Captain had us all meet on the sun deck and he gave us safety instructions. When he was finished he asked us to wait and he returned to the pilot house to blow the emergency horn for us to know the sound. After lunch most of the women wound up on the sun deck in swimsuits or topless, but the chilly air shortened their stay. In the late afternoon we gathered in the living and Rosalie showed us maps and drawings of sunken Phoenician cities and Roman forts. With words she painted a fascinating history about the gold and silver mines of Sardinia that dated back thousands of years, and of sunken Phoenician cities, still intact, that one could scuba-dive through. She was also pointing what to look for when we dived over a sunken Phoenician city we planned to visit. Some of the places where we would be diving were discussed. During the discussion Dolphin came into the room. I noticed Gail tense, and some minutes later Gail she walked to the portside deck door and left. Charlotte looked up when she left, then concentrated again on what Rosalie was saying. I stayed for about ten minutes then looked unkindly at Dolphin, the cause of Gail’s difficulty, and left as well. I made mental note as I was walking to our cabin that Dolphin didn’t seem at all bothered by our stern looks. Gail wasn’t in the cabin so I immediately went back on deck. Before checking in the living area, I walked up the stairs that led to the gangway overlooking the sun deck. Gail was at the rear of the deck, partly sitting on the railing facing aft. Duncan was sitting in a chair with a book on his lap, talking with Gail. She saw me and raised her hand to beckon. I walked to the center and down the four step ladder. As I crossed the deck and approached them I said to Duncan, “Aren’t you planning to dive over the sunken city?” “Oh, I think not,” he said in his charming accent. I was quite familiar with the sound of British English. Duncan’s sound was larger then most, more British, maybe old school, and it held a special charm. ”Don’t you and Gail plan to dive? Are you skipping study,” he quipped, adding a humph sort of laugh. We continued to converse with Duncan for a good half hour. At one point we were discussing his reading interest. The book he had in hand was called The Great Betrayal. It was a book on current American political issues. Once again I was impressed with his scope of interest. We went back to our cabin hand in hand, our first words spoken as we entered the cabin. “That guy… Dolphin, he gets to you doesn’t he?” I said. Gail nodded. “Yes. He has such disdain, and he isn’t even aware of how crude he is.” “Stop using nice words, he’s a pig,” I said. “Pig fish, that’s what I’ll call him.” Gail looked up weighing my comment. Then she related, “Duncan asked me if something were wrong,” She hesitated a moment. “Of course I said no. He also asked if I want to meet with him.” “What did you say?” I asked. “I said nothing was wrong, and I didn’t say no.” “Have you made a plan to meet?” “No. I told him that there are too many possibilities of being discovered. Maybe, if an opportunity arose…,” Gail informed. “That makes sense,” I added. “I don’t know why I’m not bothered by your being with him.” Gail turned to look at me without comment. That evening we all gathered for a served dinner. Evita wound up on my left. That we both spoke Spanish prompted us to converse from time to time in our native language. Gail was on my right, and young Richard beside her. Gail and young Richard were chatting continuously. Occasionally Gail would take my hand to gain my attention prompting me to listen to what he was saying. Earlier he had admitted that he was behind Gail when pig-fish had grabbed her, that first night. He had witnessed it all. He laughed at the nickname we had for Dolphin, and immediately started to use it. Young Richard seemed to work hard at being social. I believed he was shy but it came across as reserve. As soon as he felt accepted he relaxed enough to share a joke, and we three laughed spontaneously. I liked the young man and could see that he had taken a fancy to Gail. Paulo was across the table from me with his wife on one side and Janice on the other. Janice was paying uninterrupted attention to the handsome Italian. What surprised me most was Paulo’s response. He smiled and laughed and paid attention to Janice, but always with concern that his wife was included. It was truly a lesson in charm and diplomacy that I often think about it. If Janice left that evening feeling she had won his notice, it was because Rosalie was not uncomfortable with his diverted attention. I marveled at the social grace Paulo exhibited in handling the young lady’s advance. Afterward we sat around the living area sipping port and chatting. It was a pleasant evening, and when we broke at about midnight, we all knew a little bit more about each other. Young Richard walked with us back to the cabin. His cabin was before ours and when he said goodnight Gail turned back and stepped into him and kissed his cheek goodnight. I’m sure he was thrilled, and I wondered if Gail had a motive. The next morning I rose early and was on deck looking at the empty sea. It was clear and refreshing. The Captain came beside me with a morning greeting, and he pointed out another very large ship sailing in the distance. I asked, and he explained a little about the stabilizer system on the boat, and also assured that he would show me around the engine area during the trip. He informed me that we would be in Alghero this afternoon, check in with immigration, and then continue sailing south along the coastline. As we approached Alghero we were all on deck looking at the coastline with binoculars, and comparing locations with a detailed map that we had. A motor boat for skiing, and a rubber boat with a motor were secured above the main deck on the roof of the boat, just forward of the sun deck. Two crewmen were lowering the rubber boat. We all scurried when the Captain asked for our passports. He left with an attaché case, with a crewman driving the rubber boat. He returned about two hours later and we set sail. The rest of the night we slowly sailed south along the western coast of the island. Lights from villages on the island made the trip magical. About 10 PM Gail and I donned sweaters and went on deck. We stayed there for a long time, enjoying the cool air, barely speaking, the sea and stars best expressing the moment. At one point we were joined by Gerty and Heinz. Before they left he commented on how he enjoyed the night sky in the mountains, where he often sat under a blanket and did the same thing we were doing now. Shortly after they left I thought I noticed movement on the rear deck, off to our left. It was the second time I noticed the shadow. I told Gail too wait and I walked toward the deck. Young Richard, his hands tucked deeply in his pockets, was aimlessly walking about. “I thought I saw movement,” I said. “It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” I asked. “Yes, the coastline makes it quite magical,” he said. I agreed. “Why don’t you come up front, and stand with us,” I asked. “Oh, that’s nice,” he said, “If I’m not intruding.” We walked to where Gail was leaning on the railing and she greeted him cheerily. The three of us were leaning forward on the rail watching the dark coastline slide by, commenting from time to time. “It’s getting cool,” Gail said. Young Richard must have really felt the chill because he was simply wearing a knit shirt. “If you want to stay a while, I’ll get a blanket.” “Yes, let’s stay a while,” Gail said. I returned a few minutes later and threw the blanket over Gail’s shoulder, She stretched her arms and placed one arm and the blanket over my shoulder and the other over young Richards shoulder, and as we continued to gaze and chat we slowly moved closer to Gail, warming her from both sides. I was certain that, like me, he could feel Gail’s small breast against his arm. At about four in the morning I awoke from the difference in the stillness on board, we weren’t moving any longer. I threw on pants and a shirt and walked upstairs to the deck in my bare feet. The view was amazing, as if a theatre group had hung a backdrop for our viewing. The boat was stopped, anchored I assumed, so close to the island of Sta.Antioco that the sparsely lit streets and houses on the mountainside seemed and extension of our deck. I returned to bed, only to return in the morning and marvel anew, with Gail, young Richard and Paulo and Rosalie all lined on the railing with me. The Captain had stopped so that we would all see the island as we did, and also because we would now arrive at our destination at a time when we could be served. We continued along the coast and, when we reached the southern tip, started to sail eastward. Most travelers headed to the north coast like Costa Esmeralda for holiday. The southern coast was less traveled, but Duncan knew the area well, and we were treated to the most magnificent beaches at the base of the swamps of Pula, and the sea, where we finally anchored about half mile offshore, was protected and calm. Plans were that everyone would go to a Nautical Club where we would scuba or snorkel, then later lunch and dinner would be served at a hotel. Most of the girls were dressed with extra large SeaAyre shirts, with swimsuits underneath. The shirts were a gift from Charlotte, with the name SeaAyre written across the back. We had planned to join the group going to the Nautical Club, but when we learned that the pig-fish was the leader of this little expedition, we decided to go our own way. Of course young Richard opted to join us. Duncan went in with the first boat and we followed him. He was planning to organize the hotel for lunch and dinner and to reserve cabana’s that would be available the rest of our stay on land. Apparently he had done this before and the hotel eagerly greeted him when we arrived. Richard Sr., young Richards’s father, was with us as well. When the arrangements were made, we all walked to the beach and chose what we thought were the best located cabana’s. We were number three. While moving to and from the cabanas we noticed guests walking about in various stages of undress. The Cabanas were white canvas tents that had a high shrub fence around the front patio with cushioned recliners and chairs. The front of the tent had flaps, curtained back, leaving half of the front open. Inside the cabana was dark, with large yellow candles set about if light were needed. There was a table, four very large armed wooden beach chairs, and a four wall folding screen spread wide at the back, covering the back exit. A flap that served as the back door, spread open when pushed and led to a path that ended at the WC, not far away. Behind the screen there was a small table with towels, a wooden folding chair, and a tall clothes hanger post. After making the arrangements, Richard Sr. and Duncan went off to look at sailing boats that were in the harbor, and we stayed at the hotel, sitting in comfortably cushioned chairs, drinking cokes. I watched a couple walk by with tennis clothes and racquets. I waited a few minutes then said to Gail and young Richard, “I’m going to follow them to see what the courts are like.” My tone was half questioning, hoping that Gail would not mind. “Don’t be long, we should try the snorkeling.” Considering that young Richard had convinced us to carry snorkel gear with us, it made sense. The tennis courts were not worth mentioning, and the players were novice. I didn’t stay more then two minutes and I walked back. Of course I should have known, Gail and young Richard were gone. There weren’t many places to go. I looked out by the pool then started toward the beach and the cabana area. I passed the restrooms and came upon the rear of cabana number three. I pressed into the flaps and stepped inside barely causing them to open. It took some time for my eyes to accustom to the darkness. I moved inside and the canvas flaps closed. I had to stand still while I waited for my eyes to acclimate to the darkness, When I moved just a foot or so to my right I had a view out through the front entrance onto the patio. I was actually on the right side of the cabana looking out to the left side of the patio. Gail was sitting on the far side of the patio in one of the large cushioned chairs, leaning back, both arms resting on the chair arms. Her left leg was raised so that the heel of her foot was on the seat, and her leg leaning out. Her right leg was on the floor with her knee resting on the right side of the chair. She was spread completely and, though the shirt extended down like a dress, I could see right to her bikini bottom. Gail was facing the cabana but looking to her left of the entrance. I couldn’t see young Richard. But I heard him, “Won’t Rian wonder where you are?” he asked. “He’ll watch the tennis for a while,” she replied, smiling very invitingly. “We’ll go back in a minute,” she added. ”I’m sorry about yesterday,” I heard young Richard say. “I feel foolish.” Gail maintained her smile, “Don’t be silly, that was what I wanted… what I needed,” then she whispered to him, “It was wonderful. Did you like it?” ”Yes,” I heard him say. “It was more then wonderful.” I stood as still as possible, in spite of the fact that I was so surprised with their conversation, that I believed my heartbeat could have been heard across the bay. My head was bent just beyond the screen, hoping the dark cabana would hide me. I wanted to hear more. They were quiet and I watched Gail studying his face. “Are you getting excited again,” Gail asked, her tone teasing. He didn’t answer. “Move your hand,” Gail instructed. He must have moved his hand because Gail’s teasing response was, “Richard, look at you!” “I’ll solve it…” young Richard replied, but before he could finish Gail cut him off. “No. That’s not a solution,” Gail said. “Tucking it under... Rian will notice.” Gail moved her hand to the arm of the chair and pushed up to stand. “Come,” she said as she moved toward the cabana. When she reached the entrance her left hand went out reaching for young Richards hand and the two of them entered. The thought of being caught watching caused me to panic. I stood stone still. My stomach was knotted and I worried it would growl and I would be heard. I wondered why I just didn’t step out and shout. I felt heat in my face and I was excited anticipating Gail’s actions, and I hated myself for it. Gail turned to her right upon entering the cabana and approached the beach chair that was tucked behind the entrance wall. She was still holding his hand. She turned and sat on the arm of the chair, and pulled young Richard toward her. When he was near, she spread her legs and he moved even closer. Gail then raised her left leg, exactly as she had on the chair outside, and with her right hand now between her legs she made some movement I could not see, but imagined she had moved her bikini bottom to the side. Gail Dives With Richard Obviously young Richard could see because he reached his hand out and touched her. “Take them down,” Gail said, pulling on his trunks at the waist. Young Richard lowered his trunks to about mid thigh and his penis emerged. I could see shadowy shapes but I was not able to actually see his penis. It could just as well have been my imagination. My heart was pounding away; the scene was so surreal, like watching shadows dancing behind a screen. Gail was now holding his penis, looking down between her legs. He inched closer then humped his groin forward, helping Gail to bring him nearer. Gail inched forward on the chair arm and he obviously made contact with her because he sighed, “Oooh.” “You see how wet you make me,” Gail said, not looking up. She took her right hand from between her legs and placed it on young Richards behind urging him into her. “That feels so good,” she said. “Do it, gently. You can cum in me.” Young Richard had barley started moving into Gail, maybe having thrust three or four times when he sighed again and started jerking, grunting “Hhuuhh.” Gail pulled him into her with both hands now saying, “Yes, cum in me Richard…, I can feel you cumming.” She looked up at his face to watch him climax, his head lolled back, his body jerking forcefully with each jolt of his orgasm. Gail’s left hand was on his arm, her other hand pushing his bottom into her, “Squirt in me…do it,” she said. “I can feel it.” And he poured himself into Gail, six, seven, eight times, each jerk bringing his groin forward in a humping motion. He had to be filling her, and then filling her again. They were not together for three minutes. Young Richard must have started to cum with his first entrance into Gail. She placed her arms around him when he had finished, and put her face on his chest, and hugged him. “That was wonderful, just wonderful.” she expressed. Young Richard moved back and Gail took his cock in her hand and obviously was squeezing him dry. Their bodies blocked my view but the movements were clear. She dried her hand on the inside of her shirt, and rose. Gail rose and used two hands to move her bikini bottom in place. Young Richard raised his swimsuit, and they left through the front of the cabana. I met them back in the hotel lobby less than ten minutes later. I walked in as nonchalantly as possible and sat down beside Gail. “What have you guys been up to,” I said, and I paused long enough to see young Richard flush, “You’ve moved tables,” I stated. Gail showed no sign of concern. She seemed happy and was attentive to me. If she felt guilty about anything you would never have guessed. We left the hotel with our snorkeling gear and took a taxi to the beach area where the rest of our group had gone scuba diving. Young Richard was experienced with snorkeling and we had fun for an hour, viewing what a map said were the walls and streets of ancient cities. I couldn’t quite define the shapes but, we had fun anyway. The best view, as far as I was concerned was watching Gail from behind, kicking her flipper laden feet. I think young Richard liked that part too, We went back to the hotel with the group, in a small van. When Charlotte saw me she rose in the rear of the van and called for me to join her. “Did you dive deeply,” I asked. Charlotte looked at me for a moment then smiled even more broadly. She had a sense of humor. “You’re a naughty man Rian,” she said. There was a brief repartee then she asked, “Have you been getting on well with Gerty and Heinz?” I couldn’t imagine why the question and I hesitated before I answered, “I certainly do…we do,” I answered, speaking for Gail as well, “They are delightful.” “Oh, that’s nice to hear, because I’ve invited them to stay on board for a while longer and I wanted to make sure you are comfortable too.” “Of course we are,” I wholeheartedly assured. “That’s settled,” she said. “They think you and Gail are divine.” Then she added, “Dolphin will also stay. He’ll partner with Heinz when he feels like going sea fishing.” I felt a jolt, the kind you get when you get frightened. I was hoping I didn’t pale. I knew that Gail wouldn’t care for that. “I’ll mention it to Gail,” I assured Charlotte. After lunch everyone retired to their cabanas. I pulled two recliners from the patio into the cabana and placed them side by side. We both rested and talked, sometimes holding hands. I decided I will wait until tonight to mention pig fish’s stay. Gail squeezed my hand, “Ri,” she whispered, Duncan has asked if I can meet him in his cabana this afternoon.” I didn’t say a word. Gail continued, “Actually, I’d like to,” she added. Finally I spoke, “Aren’t you worried about being seen?” “Duncan said they were the last cabana. I could walk there from the other side.” “I don’t mind,” I said. Gail squeezed my hand. I continued, “Maybe I can entertain Charlotte in the while.” Gail mmm’d, “Well, I was thinking you might entertain young Richard, if you would,” and she looked at me with wide questioning eyes. She added, “I’m afraid he might come looking for me.” “He’s really taken a fancy to you, hasn’t he?” “Uh hua,” she sounded. “I like him too.” Now was the time to probe I thought. “Are you sure you haven’t been… dallying with him”” I asked, and I turned to watch her face as she answered. Gail was silent for ten or fifteen seconds, “Well, I was actually going to tease you with something this evening… yes, I have dallied, as you say.” And she looked at me with her tease Rian smile, and squeezed my hand at the same time. I thought to myself, how very refreshing, the truth. “Tell me how it happened,” I asked. Gail continued. “Richard and I went into the sport gear room to rummage through the scuba and snorkel things. At one point, as we moved from place to place he was behind me. He must have been looking at my behind when I was bending down, because, when I quickly stood and turned, I saw that he was hard. I didn’t acknowledge it at first but he just stood there, holding his hand stiffly in front of himself. “ “I decided to deal with it and I looked him in the face, just three feet away, and said, “Richard, Do you think your hand hides it from me?” He didn’t speak, I think I scared him. He turned beet red, his face, and chest too, just like I do sometimes.” I felt the movement of Gail’s nodding head confirming her statement. “Even though I had spoken softly, and had what I thought was an understanding smile, he was embarrassed. Richard finally mumbled, “I’m sorry.” Gail recounted, “I commented the usual… that’s normal… it’s expected. I asked him if I was the cause of his hardness. He didn’t reply, just blushed more. I also told him that it was not the first time I had noticed. We were standing three feet apart, enclosed in this chock full windowless chamber; and the oval door could have opened at any second.” Gail continued to recollect, “He nodded a yes, his delayed response to my question if I was the cause. After another lapse he said, “Every time I see you.” He turned to face away from me and started to fidget with his trunks and said, “I’ll fix it, I’m sorry.” Now Gail was talking to me, not recounting. “You know Ri, I felt so sorry for him, but I was excited that he got hard every time he saw me.” “What did he do when he turned around, was he masturbating?” “No, don’t be silly,” Gail said, “He was trying to hide it under the elastic of his trunks. Gail continued, “When he turned around I simply looked at his trunks and said, “that’s fine if you stand here and don’t move…forever.” He laughed. I took a step to my left and sat on a footlocker, and with both hands I beckoned him saying, “Come here.” He stepped in front of me and I took hold of the elastic on his trunks and stretched it away from his body. It was enough to free his penis and I could now see the bulge again. I nudged him away with my right hand, and asked him to bolt the door. He did, and then stepped back in front of me.” “I simply reached for his trunks and pulled them down just below his groin. My face was level with his chest. I gazed downward and watched his hard cock pop straight out. He just stood there. The moment I touched his cock it started to throb. I placed my left hand under his balls and his cock in my right hand and started to stroke him. On the second or third stroke I leaned forward and pushed his cock against my cheek, still stroking. He made a low sound like “Hhuuuh” and that was all, he started to cum. The first jet shot across my cheek and behind my back, I pulled his cock in front of me and the next jolt was on my neck. I kept stroking him, another jolt, and long large spurts on my arm, and chest, he just kept cumming, he’d hump forward and come, hump forward again and another spurt, I couldn’t believe how many times he squirted, I was transfixed. It was beautiful. Ri.” I looked over to Gail. She had been staring at the ceiling as she related what happened. She turned her head and looked at me, the curve of a smile on her lips, “Do you mind, baby.” I shook my head no, in response. “Anything else happen? I asked. Gail took her time answering. “Not yet,” she said, with a laugh. Gail moved from her recliner to mine, and lay on top of me with her head on my chest. So much for the truth I thought. That evening we were sitting in the bar, of course with young Richard who had found us earlier, and the couple from Italy, Paulo and Rosalie. Gail and I had agreed on a plan. “I’m going to try to buy something,” she said. “Richard, you keep Rian company, would you.” Of course he said yes, and Gail excused herself from the table. When she was gone I said, “Ladies will be ladies,” and I believe they all understood she had some women things to buy. An hour later Gail returned from being with Duncan. Young Richard and I were sitting on the patio in our cabana; he was relating details of a snorkeling trip he had taken to Jordan, with school friends. “Well hello you two,” Gail said as she stepped into the patio. She had a little plastic bag in her hand. She looked freshly fucked. Her eyes were a little puffy, her lipstick was gone and her eyes had that deeply relaxed look. “Excuse me if I breeze by,” she said as she rushed into the cabana. I noticed young Richards attempt to get a better look at her. When she was inside she called out, “We have dinner in half hour you know.” I simply nodded my head to young Richard, “That’s our signal, I guess.” “Guess I’d better go,” young Richard said, “I’ll see you at dinner,” and he called out to Gail, “See you at dinner.” From the depths of the cabana came her, “Okay, Richard.” We had a magnificent sit down dinner, all of us still half dressed for the beach. Rosalie spoke in Italian with the chef and then translated how the different courses were prepared in true Sardinian style. The seafood was out of this world. All local wines were served, and everyone was enjoying. We were seated at two large tables in the back of the dining room that was serving the hotel guests. If I had to guess at the stars the hotel rated, I would say two or three. When dinner was over we went into the hotel bar, where a small back room served as a disco area. It was reminiscent of pictures you see of the 50’s bar scene, and very pleasant. I believe our group livened up a rather somber place. When we started back to the boat it was close to midnight, and everyone seemed of one mind, and wanted to call it a day. Gail bathed in the tub; I showered and waited for her in bed. She wore her famous Benetton nightshirt and moved close to me. “You’ve had a busy day,” I started, “Tired?” “Exhausted,” she said. “How was Duncan?” I asked. She hesitated, like she didn’t want to talk about it, then said, “The same,” she started grudgingly but relaxed as we spoke, “Ri, I came three times. I don’t believe I was on him two minutes when I had my first orgasm.” My mind played with her saying, being on him. “Is it that good?” I questioned. “Were you facing him?” “Good? He’s not good. That’s not it. He’s hard, she emphasized. That’s what feels so good. I had my back to him. He gets so hard that it touches me deep inside. The first time I came so hard, I lay on his legs for a good five minutes.” Gail didn’t continue for a minute or more. I guessed her thoughts were re-playing the scene. “The second time he had his finger in my behind. When he felt me cumming he pulled his finger out quickly, then slowly slid it in, and he did that again and again.” As an afterthought after a pause, she added, “I exploded.” “I lay collapsed on his legs for a while. He asked me to take everything off. When I was naked I sat on his legs again, facing him, touching his still hard cock. “Why don’t you cum,” I asked. “When I do, I’m exhausted for days,” he answered. “He was touching my breast and pussy, sticking his finger inside then putting it to his mouth. He pushed his hand deep between my legs and reached my anus, touching, penetrating. For fifteen minutes we just touched. I slid from him and knelt on the floor beside the recliner, and I sucked his cock… even his balls. Then I sat on him again, still facing him. I was very sensitive from before,” Gail said, “I tried not to be too forceful. When I moved forward at one point I felt his cock touch the nub where you touch me. His cock really curves inward. He was only halfway in me. I concentrated on that for a long time. Duncan knew what I was doing and he placed his hand flat on my stomach and pushed.” “Ri, his cock head was right on the spot. When I started to cum I almost blacked out. I just had to make the slightest movement to keep the feeling. It felt like sensations were coming from every part of my body and gathering at the head of his cock. I was crying. I was embarrassed Ri, it was so intense.” Gail paused a moment, then said reflectively, “I must have looked like a whore to Duncan.” She shook her head left to right and sounded “Hmmm,” thinking about what impression she made. Gail told me all this without my prodding, or the usual digging. There was no special fervor; she was simply describing her pleasure. I sensed she wasn’t going to be receptive to prodding, but I tried one more time. “You certainly seemed to enjoy young Richard,” I stated. “Stop calling him young Richard,” she stated, talking into my chest. “Is that your way of putting him down?” She said, with an annoyed tone. I was taken by surprise. I took a minute to regroup, “Shall I call him big Richard the cumming machine?” Gail lay quiet, and after a long pause she said, “Sorry.” Again a pause, “But, please just call him Richard.” “Is there something I should know? I asked. “No Ri. There’s nothing to know. Her tone still annoyed. I like him. I love it when he comes. It turns me on to know that I can cause that, I love feeling him … watching him cum.” Then Gail warmed to the moment. “You’re not jealous, are you?” “Of course I am.” I waited to add, “Until it’s a waste of time.” Gail lifted her head and held it up for a good while, then rested again on my chest, not responding. “I’ve got some news, not too good,” I said. “What?” she questioned, without showing much interest. I explained what Charlotte had said, and what was planned. “That means spending another week or more around pig fish,” I said. “Oh no,” was Gail’s response. “I thought Charlotte was involved with Heinz” Gail added, “And Richard said that Gerty spends time with Duncan.” Then Gail dismissed the talk of Charlotte and Duncan with, “Who cares. I know I can’t be around Dolphin any longer. I literally get sick every time I see him. He looked at me during dinner tonight and I thought I would throw up.” There was a long pause after which Gail whispered, “We’ve got to get away from the boat Ri…,” her voice with an unmistakable pleading tone. “I’ll think of something,” I said. “Maybe we could use Peter as an excuse, or say we have to meet Gia early,” Gail expressed. “Don’t panic. I’ll organize something,” I said. The next day we all spent most of the day in the living area. It was chilly outside, and the sea was less smooth then our downward trip. I asked Gail, no I instructed, that she be very careful with Richard. I didn’t want my excuse for leaving to sound lame. She agreed. In the early afternoon we were in the cabin. I was on my computer when Gail came behind me. “You know,” she said, “If you’re in the cabin, no one will think anything strange if Richard joins us.” I turned and put my arm around her legs, and laughed, “If it’s to talk, we can leave the door open. If it’s to play, do you expect me to go sit on the toilet.” The left side of Gail’s lips curved upwards, her mischievous look, “You could stay in here,” she said. The en-suite rooms had sliding doors with slates. If they were closed when he came in, he wouldn’t go around checking it out. We, Gail mostly, plotted a strategy. She would invite young Richard, telling him I was with Duncan. As long as I was not about, on deck, everyone would think we were all together. Great strategy I thought, and they would be right. We would all be together. At 4:30 Gail went up on deck and, as she had guessed, young Richard was there, hanging around, hoping Gail would be on deck. Some five minutes later she came back down and informed me that he would be here soon. I went into the en-suite room, and as I slid the doors closed Gail was watching. She looked at me without smiling, her eyes signaling her anxiousness, or the need that was clearly driving her. As she had agreed with him, he simply opened the door without knocking. I was in the en-suite room standing to the right of the doorway looking through the slats. I stood still in the event he decided to look around. Gail didn’t waste a moment. “Rian will probably be with Duncan for an hour so, I guess we shouldn’t waste time,” she said. I almost laughed as I noticed that Gail’s brazenness actually had caused her to blush slightly “Should I lock the door?” Young Richard asked. There he stood almost at attention; with this beautiful girl before him, and his first concern was the lock. Gail walked around the bed and locked the door. She walked past him and turned to face him. For the first time I tried to evaluate what it was that attracted Gail. He stood about six feet tall, his brown hair cropped short. He was tanned and youthful looking, with a slim toned body. Nice looking enough I agreed mentally. “Were you waiting for me upstairs?” Gail questioned. He just nodded. Gail placed her arms around his neck and kissed him. Her back was to me and I only saw her head moving and tilting during the moment they kissed. I couldn’t really see his response but, he looked rather unyielding from my angle. Gail was wearing khaki Bermuda shorts and a white sleeveless blouse. She let go of young Richard and started to unbutton her shorts. Seconds later they fell to the floor and Gail stood before him in her yellow panties. From my vantage point I saw her long tanned legs and her picture perfect behind, still unspoiled from her youth. The top of her panties were a triangular patch above her behind, and the thong was buried between her cheeks. I smiled to myself thinking, young Richard is looking at the wrong side. Gail moved to the side of the bed and she leaned against it. She was facing portside, facing me, her yellow panties invitingly taut between her legs. Young Richard looked, but he didn’t touch her. “Take off your shorts,” she instructed. Richard immediately began to unbutton them. I was amazed at Gail’s dominance of the moment and how rapidly it was progressing. When Richard was naked from the waist down Gail leaned back to look at him. His cock was average in size and rigid. I tried to take in the whole erotic scene, and, like Gail I was looking at his cock. When my gaze drifted to Gail’s face, the sight was riveting. Her eyes were slightly hooded and glazed, her jaw tense her mouth slightly ajar. I had often seen this look when we were deep in foreplay, or close to cumming. I knew that at this moment my wife was unaware of anything, even my presence. She was fixated on manipulating his cock, or having him manipulate it in her. Gail Dives With Richard Gail bent forward and slid her panties to the floor. She slipped her right foot through one leg, and left her panties hanging around her ankle. She scooted backward and sat on the bed, her hands resting on his arms, guiding him forward between her legs. All the while Gail was looking at his cock and he was staring between her legs. My view was perfect. I could actually look between several slats and see the entire bed, or lean close to one space and have an unbroken view of them. At this point I was also rubbing myself in anticipation. Gail raised her left leg onto the bed, as she had done yesterday in the cabana, the panties dangling. Her legs were spread wide enough for Richard to stand between, and it gave me a perfect view of her pussy, the hair, even her slit which was parted ever so slightly. She momentarily looked at Richard through glassy eyes, signaling a twitch of a smile, knowing he would press forward to enter her. Her eyes returned to watching his cock. I saw when Richard’s cock head touched her open slit and began to slide into Gail. She didn’t alter her gaze. Neither made a sound. He didn’t rub or touch, he simply held his cock between his fingers, and watched as it slid into Gail, his body leaning into the bed. His head was down and I could see one side of his face, his eyes were open. In a second he was fully into Gail, and she placed her left hand on his arm, still looking down. I could see as he slowly started to withdraw, I thought Gail may have been guiding him with her left hand on his arm. His cock was shiny from her wetness as the head slid into view. He paused a long moment, I wondered if he were struggling with control. He started sliding back into her pussy when Gail shrieked, “No,” and she let herself slide off the bed. Young Richard, half buried in her wetness, had started to cum, shooting into her once. Gail sank to her knees in front of him and grabbed his cock which was spewing cum in frothy bolts. She was totally obsessed with saving his orgasm as she placed her right hand over his cock and guided it to her mouth. She took him in completely. Her hand was pumping the lower part of his cock while the rest was buried in her mouth. Her cheeks were indenting as she sucked, then pumped her hand, and then sucked again. The cheeks of young Richards behind were still clenching, thrusting, with each jolt. I was afraid I would cum, and I wasn’t even touching myself. After many thrusts Gail withdrew his cock, and a foamy bubbling rush of semen gushed from her mouth. Richards cock was still spewing cum and she pointed him to her neck, just under her chin, allowing him to continue his final surges. Wow, I thought, I could never imagine anyone cumming that much. I now understood Gail’s obsession. When Gail stood up, there was cum dripping from her face and neck. Richard had started cumming inside her, then on her pussy just below her hair, then in her mouth and finally on her neck. Gail rose holding both hands under her chin, her hands were full, and more was dripping from her neck. She smiled as she moved past him toward the bath. Gail returned cleaned, a towel in her hand. Richard had not moved except for when Gail had first left. He had placed his cupped fingers over his penis, as if trying to make it presentable again. Gail smiled cheerfully at Richard, “Here,” she patted the bed signaling for him to sit there. She began to wipe a few blotches of cum from around his groin. “Did you enjoy that?” she asked. Young Richard nodded a yes, then said, “It was too soon,” “Not for me,” Gail simply responded, raising her head to look at him. When he was clean Gail threw the towel into a chair and climbed on the bed. She stretched out on the side of the bed nearest to me and said, come up here, “lie beside me.” Richard turned and crawled on hands and knees to the other side of Gail, her side of the bed, and lay beside her, so close that they were touching. “You think Rian might come back,” he asked, nervously. “He’s only been gone ten or fifteen minutes. We have more time,” Gail answered. For about five minutes they exchanged nondescript conversation. Gail rolled to her left, displaying her behind for me again. She placed her hand on his thighs and started rubbing from his upper thigh to his stomach, purposefully passing slowly over his cock. All the while she continued chatting, occasionally taking hold of his cock and handling it. Soon Richard started to grow. Gail leaned over and placed her head on his thigh, her mouth a breath away from his cock. She kissed his cock, took it in her mouth and slowly withdrew, continuing to pause and talk with him. It was less then twenty minutes after Richard had cum, that he was hard again. Gail got off the bed and stood a foot from the door I was standing behind. She looked at the door as she started to take off her shirt and brassiere. She was gloriously naked inches away, her nipples hard, and I watched her prepare to fuck young Richard again. Gail climbed on the bed and slid close to Richard. She turned her head away and whispered to him, I couldn’t hear but it was made clear as Richard slid over her left side and on top of her. Gail separated her legs, wide, and Richard was between them, sitting on his legs, his cock inches from Gail’s pussy. Gail rose on her elbows and watched as he moved closer and pushed his groin outward, his cock making contact with her pussy. When Richard was centered, Gail imperceptibly moved and the head of his cock slipped between her lips and entered her pussy. Gail was watching the entrance and she sighed, whispering, “Yes.” As Richard started to move he placed his hands on both side of Gail’s shoulders and began a rhythmic thrusting. Gail watched his cock sliding into her. I could see his cock when he was fully withdrawn but not when he was pressed deep. Gail’s breasts were moving with the motion. I was sure she had again forgotten that I was there. I thought that Gail was enjoying having him fuck her but she didn’t seem to be trying to build herself to orgasm, there was nothing passionate about their union. The passion came as Gail sensed he was ready to come. Gail had placed her hands on both sides of his hips. Her legs were spread wide, partially bent at the knees. As Richard started to quietly groan “Aahhh, with every thrust into her, Gail was responding by looking down to watch his cock or, “Yes. Cum Richard,” or later “Do it, yes, do it.” Richard sank into Gail when he started to orgasm. His behind kept humping but the rest of his body was flat upon Gail. She had raised her legs and her heels were now pressed into the top of his thighs. Her hands were alternating between resting on the side of his hips, and pushing his behind to force him deeper into her belly. “Yes, do it,” Gail gushed, “Cum in me, cum.” And Richard, as before, jolted time and time again. Gail urged him with her hands, and feet, and words, as he filled her belly. She continued moving, milking him dry long after he had stopped his pumping motion. It was a simple scene, and indescribably erotic. When Richard moved from on top of Gail she leaned over him and kissed the nipples on his chest. She smiled down on him. “That was wonderful Richard, I loved it.” He just smiled back, no comment being returned. Gail noticed his uneasiness at the same time I did, and she hurriedly put on her shorts and shirt, urging him to get ready to go. When she unlocked the door she looked outside to see if the cabins hall was empty, then she stepped aside for him to exit. I noticed her lean forward and pucker as to kiss him goodbye, but he was too anxious to leave and did not see her gesture. Gail closed the door and locked it. She walked to the en-suite doors and slowly slid them open. I was slinking in the chair at the desk, in front of my computer, my head slightly askew, sleeping. “Ri!” Gail shouted, angrily. She walked to the chair and then realized I was joking. She came to the desk, placed her hand on my shoulder, searching my face for some emotion she could recognize, then offered me her hand and led me to the bed. “Come lie with me,” she asked. She stepped out of her shorts again, and looking to my face entreated, “Get naked with me,” please. So we lay, for maybe an hour or more, talking about her liaison with Richard. She insisted that I wouldn’t understand what the attraction was. I assured, “When I saw the enormity of his orgasm … at that moment I think I knew what drove you.” I must have hit the nail squarely, because Gail looked at me then leaned to press her breast against me, but said nothing. I asked about Duncan and her attraction to him. Gail laughed, “I’m not at all attracted to him. I’m attracted to using his cock to cum, and doing it with no attachment necessary.” “Why can’t you use my cock to cum?” I asked. Gail laughed again. “Your cock isn’t as hard, and I have a lifelong attachment to you.” “I wish your attachment were anchored in honesty,” I added, “Like mine.” Gail looked at me sternly, a little frustrated, “Now, what are you talking about,” she asked. “Since arriving you have been a part of everything… even consented,” she said. “Not to your fucking young Richard in the cabana,” I said. Gail looked surprised, “I don’t believe you… you’re so sneaky. How did…” I interrupted, “I’m sneaky?” I questioned, with emphasis on the “I’m”. I really wasn’t upset about her fucking Richard but, I was upset about the sneaky part. “I’m sorry Ri,” Gail offered. I was so focused on being the first woman he really had; I rushed it without your knowing.” “Were you his first?” “No, but when I asked if he had, he said, “sort of,” whatever that means.” I nodded, just listening. Gail continued, “It was so hot, making him cum like that.” She was gazing off in thought. “It certainly was hot watching you,” I added. My arm was under her shoulder and her naked breast was touching my side. “Did you make yourself cum from watching?” Gail asked. “No,” but I could have, without even touching myself if I’d have allowed...” “It was hot wasn’t it?” Gail said, and then she reached over and took my soft cock in her hand. “Make love to me baby,” she asked, looking up at me, now both hands on my cock. “Now,” I asked. “You’re so…,” Gail interrupted by finishing my statement,” I’m so full of his cum?” She smiled, that’s why I want you to love me baby. I want you to feel it.” Her talk had made me hard, not Duncan hard, but hard enough to fuck. I was still charged from what I had seen so I rolled toward Gail and positioned myself between her thighs. She quickly raised her legs exposing her entrance and, without kissing or rubbing, I simply sank into her silky wetness. The sensation was exquisite, no friction, just smooth silky warm wetness. Gail responded as well, moving slowly each time I pressed into her. We started slowly. She was so open that I was actually touching something inside her each time my cock was deep enough, and Gail would make a throaty sound each time it touched. Gail started to groan, “Ohhh yes, ahhh,” a little later “Ohhh Ri...,” then again, “Yes baby.” She was ready for release, the constraint she had had with Richard was now ready to burst, and she was moaning and thrashing beneath me when she gasped, “I’m cumming.” Her pussy was throbbing, now even more wet. She continued to meet my cock still steadily sliding deep into her, touching somewhere, then withdrawing until the head of my cock felt the chill of the air. I wanted to continue forever but my arms were getting tired. I rolled to my left and lay on my side, without withdrawing my cock. Gail raised her leg over mine and I continued sliding into her. I touched her breasts and she encouraged me to pinch at her nipples. I slid my right hand beneath me and started touching her behind. I could feel the wetness from the cum that had dripped from her pussy. I touched her pussy and slid a finger in with my cock. I put the tip of my finger directly in the center of her back hole and started to press lightly each time I slid into her. I progressively increased the pressure until my finger popped in, and in one motion it slid the full length inside her behind. Gail breathed a loud, Oohhh Ri… Ooohh,” she paused a moment, “Cum in me,” she quickly repeated, Cum in me now baby,” I couldn’t hold back and I grasped the edge of the bed with my left hand for leverage and thrust forcefully into her, groaning “Ooaahhh,” whispering “Oh baby yes,” as I emptied myself into her belly. Gail’s orgasm exploded moments later and she thrust upwards, almost lifting me, then howled a deep throaty, “Oohh, ummm, oohh baby, oohh.” as she started to cum and cum. We lay exhausted, speechless for ten minutes. Gail broke the silence. “Wow, you’re some lover, lover.” “It’s easy with the hottest gooiest pussy in town,” I replied. “Kiss me,” Gail asked. “Will I taste his cum,” I inquired. “”You’ll probably like it,” she chided. I rose on my elbow and kissed her eyes; I placed my lips over her ear and gently slide my closed mouth back and forth. I rubbed my nose against hers and kissed her chin; I took her lower lips between my lips and sucked. I ran my tongue into the side of her mouth between her cheek and teeth. I explored every inch of the inside of her mouth until our tongues touched and then I sucked her tongue into my mouth. We kissed like lovers, for a long time, as wives and husbands should. When we were upstairs for dinner I secreted myself away and went to the Pilot House. The Captain was there with one of the crew, both talking, the boat piloting itself. He greeted me as Mr. Rian and I asked him if it were possible to make a phone call to Monaco. “Of course,” he replied. “You can make it from the phone in your room.” “Oh,” I said, surprised. “Thank you,” and I started to leave. “There is also a phone in my office,” He said, and he pointed to my right. “Please go ahead if you’d like to.” I stepped into the Captains office, and found the phone on a desk full of maps and marine books and I called Peter in Monaco. Peter answered on the fourth ring. We exchanged warm greetings, and he told me he was receiving this call in London. His calls were being forwarded. He explained that he and Phyllis, his wife, expected us in another week or more and were both away from Monaco. I explained our problem with pig fish and the boat and he commented, “How unfortunate.” I told him my plan was to say the company needs me somewhere, and to get off the boat. He suggested I throw pig fish overboard. He also insisted I go to Monte Carlo, to his apartment. He would call the concierge to let me in. We should stay there a few days until we found a hotel. Later that evening, while we were sitting in the living area, the Captain came to tell me I had an important telephone call. Peter was on the line, and even though he knew it was me, he continued to talk with what he thought was a Chilean accent, saying I had to urgently go to Paris for the company. When I returned I sat with Gail, and explained what Peter had said. No one heard but they assumed it had to do with my call. When Duncan rose to get another Port, I approached him. “I hate to do this,” I began, “But my company has requested I fly to Paris. There’s a problem.” ”When will you return?” he asked. “I won’t.” I said. I could see that Duncan thought I would leave Gail on the boat, and return. He actually paled with my comment. “I’m so very sorry to hear that,” he said. We spoke a moment or two more then rejoined the group sitting and talking about using the Euro instead of Francs. Duncan announced to the group that Gail and I would be leaving tomorrow, and Charlotte sat forward in her chair, shocked to say the least. Young Richard visibly whitened. We arrived in Cannes early the next morning. Gail and I had visited Charlotte and Duncan in their cabin, and expressed our deep appreciation again and again. We took a taxi to Tamara and told her I had to be in Paris, and that we were leaving. She asked for Gail to stay. I said we would go from Paris to Greece and that Paris also meant a chance to shop. Gail also returned the bracelet. Everyone was on deck when we left. Telephones and addresses had been exchanged earlier. A crewman had driven our car alongside and loaded our luggage. Gail and Charlotte were in tears as we walked down the gangway. We drove leisurely to Monaco, lamenting that pig fish had so effected our holiday. When we were unpacked in Peter’s apartment, we called Gabriela in Italy to tell her where we were, and give her Peters telephone number. Even if the call were forwarded he could reach us. Gabriela was speaking with Gail and asked her why our change in plans. Gail, as naïve as she is, explained the whole pig fish story. Gabriela expressed how sorry she was but wondered why Gail didn’t tell Tamara. Gail’s honest answer was, “I was ashamed.” That was the beginning of a new saga, but it took a few more days to mature. For the next few days we played tennis, and ate Italian food every night at the same restaurant that Giancomo had taken us to. Gail played exhibitionist and most evenings was bra-less and without panties. Sometimes a stranger would be rewarded, mostly it was for me. We made love every night, and once in the afternoon on Peters balcony. On our second afternoon, after tennis, we showered and were still walking about naked. Gail seduced me and we ended up on the couch, head to toe, and we loved each other with our mouth for a very long time. When we finished, as Gail was wiping cum from her hands she factiously commented, “We’ll need another two or three sessions before we collect…,” but the last words were mumbled because I placed my hand over her mouth. I knew she was going to tease me, comparing me to young Richard, so I reached from behind her and stopped her comment. We found a hotel nearby and called Peter on the fourth day to give him our number, we also called Gabriela. That evening, to our surprise, we received a call from Tamara. She greeted me kindly and asked to talk to Gail. Gail was stunned, and before I could pass the phone she whispered “How did she know to call us here? Shall I say we just arrived from Paris?” “No,” I said. “If she asks a question you can’t answer, evade it, or just don’t answer, but don’t lie...” I gave the phone to Gail and they started to talk. Tamara was the ultimate diplomat. She didn’t put Gail on the spot at all. We eventually were informed what occurred after we were gone. Before we left Gail had managed to secret away with young Richard again, in the scuba gear room, where she treated him orally. She made the mistake of telling him why we were leaving. A two days later young Richard got into an argument with Dolphin. Young Richard actually struck pig fish and left the side of his face bruised. He also blurted out the reason we had left. Charlotte was flabbergasted. She immediately called Tamara. Tamara called Gabriella, and Gabriella told the truth. During their call I assumed Tamara had asked Gail why she didn’t trust her enough to share what happened. Gail started to cry and I heard her say, “I was ashamed.” Gail sobbed for some time and promised Tamara that she would telephone Charlotte. The next morning Gail telephone Charlotte. That was another winner. Both the girls were sobbing. But, we felt better that our friends knew the truth. They seemed to understand our reserve, Gail’s shyness, and most of all they appreciated that she would deprive herself rather than be confrontational. That same evening Gail and I ate at the Italian restaurant we frequented. She wore a low cut blouse, and was braless, and she displayed herself to the waiter, unmercifully. We were sitting in a bank, side by side, facing the street. She slid her right leg on the bank and left her leg that way, showing me her pussy, only covering herself when someone came very close by. When we left I could tell I was in for some fun when we got back to the hotel. Oh was I wrong. Gail Dives With Richard Our car was a half block from the restaurant. When we crossed the street and walked behind the back of the car, Gail reached for me and kissed me. Of course I responded and we wound up leaning against the rear of the car kissing and touching. Gail started to undo my pants, there in the middle of the street. “Put it in me here, she said, smiling devilishly. “You’re crazy baby,” we’ll wind up in the courthouse. “Remember I did it up here once before? up the street,” she said. A couple walking toward the restaurant hand in hand, had stopped, just across the street from us. They were watching. Gail urged me closer; my cock was now out of my pants and in her hand. Gail leaned back on the car and lifted her left leg slightly. After bending my knees I was in position, and I slid into Gail’s very wet pussy. She had both her hands around my neck, her left leg gripping tight against my behind, as I humped into her. “Those people are watching,” I said. “I see them…they’re watching… it’s exciting, isn’t it?” Gail breathed. I had to admit,” Yes...” adding, “scary too.” “Hurry, baby,” Gail said, cum in me. A car approached us, slowed, from an open window a ladies voice said something I did not understand, ending with “… mademoiselle.” I felt my approaching orgasm and placed both hands under Gail’s behind and lifted her. Seconds later I grunted, and Gail said, “I feel it baby, cum for me.” The couple across the street had stayed there until Gail was seated in the car, and I walked around to the driver side. When we were driving we exchanged our first words, “How’s that for competing with Richard? Time wise, that is,” I said. “You’re mean Ri, we’ll finish when we get to the hotel.” Our stay with Peter was great. That will come next. We were in France (now Monaco) nine days and Gail had played with four men, made love to another, me, and looked none the worse for wear. She was with her real lover now, playing tennis, teasing, having fun, and looking simply radiant. And we still had weeks to go.