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Gail Entertains Leo

By: HADRIAN M



*For continuity you may read the Gail stories by date in the Loving Wives section. If you have not read a previous posting I’ll tell you what we look like. Firstly, this is all real. I’m 5’10, just turned 32, brown hair and eyes and in reasonably trim shape. I met my wife while in university and we are married eight years now. Gail is exceptionally beautiful and very shy, which belies her intelligence and soft spoken manner. She is 5’7” with a young girls figure at 30, with small hips, and long very shapely legs. She is small breasted, with a picture perfect behind, light brown hair that blondes in the sun and just the loveliest large green eyes. Copyright© All rights reserved. By Hadrian M.


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It was evening when we arrived at the Splendido Hotel to a welcome that was more then we expected. The introduction to the Manager by Giancomo served us well. We were upgraded to a magnificent room both larger and with a better view. Thirty minutes after we checked in I received a telephone call from a tennis player by the name of Wilhelm, informing me he was available for tennis at any time, including night play. I was thrilled that there was someone to play with during our stay. I asked if a nine o’clock game was too late and he assured me it was quite usual. “Fine,” I said “I’ll see you at nine.” He told me he would book the hotel court in my name, and we rang off. While unpacking the phone rang again, this time it was Katarina, welcoming us to Portofino and inviting us to attend a party the next evening. I felt certain our holiday here in Italy would be fun.

Gail walked with me to the courts and we met Wilhelm. I couldn’t believe the combination that greeted us. A broad smiling blue eyed man of about twenty five or thirty that was a perfect advert for a German gene factory, handsome, perfect teeth, with a German name and broad very Italian accented English. Gail and I both laughed. When Wilhelm looked questioningly I commented, “I look more Italian then you do.” He just smiled; I guessed he had heard that before. We were on court for more then an hour and he played magnificently. His backstroke was a picture in perfection, his all white attire struck a classic pose, and he was a delight to watch. I won but I know that Wilhelm had paced me. The three of us sat on the clubhouse deck drinking water and talking. When he learned that Gail played he offered to arrange another player. Before we left I offered to pay and he refused. I didn’t press, assuming I would later find out why he was so willing to spend his time with us. We organized to play the next afternoon, Gail included. 

The next morning I answered a few emails from work then we started with our already planned tourist schedule. Gail dressed skimpily and seemed to have an unabashed intent to rouse anyone that was fortunate enough to catch her at the right moment and glimpse between her legs or a flash of breast. She even commented that she felt mischievous. I couldn’t help but make a comparison between Gail’s at-home and travel behavior. How unrestrained she could be when we traveled, and how very staid, almost prudish, she was when we were at home. Most strange was that I loved both traits. 

At four PM we headed for the tennis courts. Wilhelm was accompanied by Nicolas, a young man, I guessed to be about twenty, with long brown hair and too rosy cheeks for a man. The youngster smiled without speaking when he shook my hand. Gail opted to play singles and she and Nicolas moved to the opposite court, separated by a green canvas hanging on the fence. During one break I watched and I thought that Gail may have been too much game for Nicolas.

When we finished Wilhelm invited me to play again tomorrow then walked down the pathway toward the hotel. I sat with Gail and Nicolas, placing one of the plastic strung chairs to the left of Nicolas almost opposite Gail. “Good workout?” I asked, looking at Gail. “Very,” she replied, “but I think Nicolas didn’t try too hard,” she added in a teasing tone, smiling. It took him a moment to register what she had said, then he responded defensively, “Oh no Miss Gail, I tried hard, you play too good.” Gail tilted her head back and took a sip from her water bottle and, as she did, her left leg opened. Nicolas and I did the same thing… we both glanced between her legs. The court lighting shone off her white panties, but it was not strong enough to see the shadow of what lay beneath. But it was enough to trigger the imagination and it caused my cock to tingle. I wondered what it was doing to the young man. I was also sure that Gail was aware of the what we were seeing. We exchanged niceties with Nicolas for a few more minutes then we thanked him and rose to leave. 

We found Wilhelm still on the pathway some ten meters from the court, speaking with a man of his age. Gail was just behind me and I asked him if she could play again as well. He commented directly to her on how surprised he was with her game, and suggested that he organize a better player for tomorrow. Gail insisting that Nicolas was fine said, “I’m only here on holiday, and he certainly keeps the ball in play.”

When we returned to the hotel we sat in the lobby and ordered two Compari and soda. Gail was drawing some attention but she was lost in conversation and didn’t notice. 

“If you want we can play doubles tomorrow,” I offered.

“No,” Gail said, “I’m perfectly fine with Nicolas.” I thought Gail said that because she knew I preferred singles. She continued, “He played well enough to give me a work out

and whether you noticed or not, I did loose a few games.”

“You managed to give him an aprPs workout as well,” I commented, smiling and looking directly into her eyes. She blushed, smiling with that look I love, and then she leaned over as if to share a secret and whispered, “I don’t know what’s gotten into me lately. Everything …” she paused, “everything seems to excite me.” 

I countered, “You mean everything turns you on, don’t you?” Yes, she nodded without a sound, she had that… I’m busy thinking look.

“Do you intend to just tease that boy or is it leading to more,” I asked.

She looked at me for a good while, then smiling she asked, “Do you want it to lead to more?” 

“Maybe…, if I knew, or if I was with you.” 

Gail studied me for a moment, the hint of her smile still there, “He’s cute,” she added, ending the conversation about Nicolas.

Katarina called from the lobby of our hotel at nine o’clock. When we stepped from the elevator she was standing on the opposite end of the lobby, a drink in her hand, speaking with a gentleman. She raised her arm to beckon us and I followed two steps behind Gail as we wove our way across the lobby. As we passed or approached people seated in the lobby Gail drew appreciative glances, even stopped the conversation of two couples. 

Gail had dressed in a mid calf medium-green and blue dress, with three buttons at the top and bottom. A cloth belt of beige silk around her small waist highlighted her figure hinting at the perfect swell of her behind. She wore brown sandals and the buttons unfastened at the bottom of her dress permitted her long bare legs to seep out with each step. The top was close-fitting enough to contour her braless breasts. How Gail always managed to look so sexy and proper at the same time was beyond me. 

Katarina introduced us to the gentleman she was standing with. He turned out to be the assistant manager of the hotel. We stood for a few minutes while they discussed a mutual friend and then we left. Katarina drove down toward the coast and after a short drive started to drive up the hill, winding her way through narrow tree lined streets with each house surrounded by a wall. We barley caught a glimpse of the houses but somehow imagined that they were luxurious. We wove our through residential areas, with the best view of the beautiful homes seen while looking down at the walled in homes. The houses seemed to be getting larger. At an intersection we turned left along a high wall and the street was lined with automobiles. Gail nodded her head toward the property and said, “This is where the party is.” The entry was a very high black fence with a black metal sheet between the fence bars, blocking all vision to the house inside. 

As we approached the gate a guard started toward the car but Katarina reached into her glove compartment and pressed a garage door opener, and the gate started to slide open.

Katarina waved to the guard and Gail commented “I would say you have your in with this party giver.” Katarina smiled, “The house is owned by my Uncle. The party is being given by my cousin.” I noted, “There are a lot of cars out there.” 

When the gate was opened we started up the driveway and the house came into view. “Wow,” I said. “We should be arriving on horses wearing armor.” The house looked the size of a small castle. The circular driveway wound around a central fountain and some fifteen or twenty cars were jammed into every free corner of the driveway. The drive was lined with four meter high bushes uniformly trimmed making a perfect natural wall separating the front property from the driveway. We passed an Aston Martin parked in the drive and I promised myself a close up view later in the evening.

We walked into the house and stood in awe. It was truly beautiful, classic, “Genteel living,” Gail commented. I added, “Certainly done with taste.” Katarina led us from room to room, the people we saw smiled in greeting but it seemed we were in search of the host. In a large library some ten people were sitting around and talking, some smoking cigars. Sitting on the edge of the desk was Bruno, our host. Katarina kissed him and introduced Gail and I, speaking in English. I remembered seeing him at the party on the boat. He thanked us for coming and held Gail’s hand a little longer then necessary. We made the rounds of everyone in the room and when the conversation began again, it was changed from Italian to English. I was amazed at the courtesy, just like that ten or more people change to a foreign language and more importantly, no one was let out, and they all conversed. Certainly in my country a good part of the group would not have been able to continue in English.

A waiter approached with a tray of two selections of drinks. W choose the white wine and Katarina suggested that she show us around the party. We followed from room to room, there were small groups everywhere. In some rooms we just looked in, not speaking to anyone. In the dinning room there was a long table with a center piece of carved ice. There must have been fifty different dishes of food, hot and cold, in a buffet display over which Gail commented, “It’s too beautiful to eat.”

Towards the back of the house an exercise room had all the equipment piled into the corner. Two double doors were folded open onto the pool area, and a small group ensconced between an array of speakers was making music, very melodic, very Italian. Just outside the open doors two couples were dancing. Ten or fifteen tables for four were placed strategically beyond the dance area.

We went into the pool area where there must have been some twenty or thirty people in small groups in different locations. The pool was on the lower of two levels in what was as much a garden as it was a bathing or sunning area. The small lights along the paths and the lighted pool were augmented by a half dozen torches burning on bamboo poles. The effect was intimate and very appealing. 

We stopped at one group where Katarina introduced us to “Patricio,” and after our greetings he started to ask questions, in flawless English, about skiing in Chile. While Gail was recommending areas, a woman approached with two drinks, one which she handed to Patricio. He stopped talking and said, “This is Allyson,” and he introduced us to his wife. For some reason she started talking with me while the others continued their ski comparisons. 

Allyson was “an Australian living in Italy,” as she put it. She wasted no time telling me how she met Patricio, their apartment in near Portofino, and how they have been talking of taking a trip to Chile and Argentina. Allyson was an inch or so taller then Gail, a little more buxom, with a soft very feminine manner. I thought she was younger then we were. Her long brown hair highlighted large brown eyes and the most sensuous mouth I have ever seen. When she spoke I was drawn to watching her mouth, almost missing what she was saying. She had a way of speaking some words with the hint of a lisp and for some reason it was sexy. Her dress was just above her knees, the soft material adhering to her shape, I would have sworn she wore nothing underneath. Allyson spoke with me for some five minutes then touched my arm and said “your wife is lovely.” “Thank you, I said, “I think so too.” She moved from my side to Gail who was animatedly conversing with Patricio and two other men. Allyson placed her arm around Gail’s waist and quietly said to the group, there is a magnificent table of food, let’s go inside before the goodies are gone.”

I walked beside Gail to the buffet, people were already lining up on both side of the table. Allyson gave me a plate and let me precede her. Gail was walking through the other side with Patricio. The buffet was a feast of its own. Allyson suggested I try the tiny balls of cheese made from buffalo, skewered with tiny peeled tomato’s and a huge leaf of fresh basil - and then the carpaccio of tuna - there was much too much. 

“Best I take one or two items and go back for more,” I said, as I headed, plate in hand, for a small grouping of chairs in a nearby corner. Allyson was right behind. People gravitated to the nearest chairs and when finally left the buffet table, the chairs beside us were full. Gail and Patricio went to chairs at an angle from ours, about ten feet away. Eventually there was a group of five men and a boyishly dressed girl sitting with Gail and Patricio. One of the men was an older man, tall, with red hair, standing near the group, not talking, staring at Gail most of the time. I thought he looked familiar but could not place him. I paid as much attention to Gail as possible in spite of the fact that I was talking with Allyson and others. When Gail would notice my attention to her, she would smile back.

Patricio was doing most of the talking and I noticed that Allyson too would glance their way from time to time. When Katarina went through the buffet she came to stand beside us and we got into conversation. “Gabriela said she would be here this evening but she hasn’t arrived yet.” Katarina commented. I was surprised, “It would certainly be nice to see her again,” I said, adding, “Is Giancomo with her?” Katarina responded somewhat cynically, “Not when she is around here.” I pondered her comment, “Doesn’t Giancomo get on with her family?” I asked. Katarina smiled looking at me a long moment then leaning toward me she shared, “He is family, and she is his niece.” It took me some moments to digest her comment but I didn’t think it my place to comment so I just nodded my head. Allyson returned to the buffet and went to where Patricio and Gail were sitting. She handed Patricio the plate then stood beside him, smiling a hello toward Gail in the process.

Katarina suggested that we move outside. I looked toward Gail until she caught my eye. I nodded my head beckoning her with a smile to come and join us. She paused waiting for an opportune moment then rose, smiled at Patricio and modestly stepped back not wanting to interrupt the person speaking. She placed her empty plate on a nearby end table, the slight bending motion framing her small breast in profile for a moment. Just the few steps that she took to join us were a display of her beauty, smiling as she walked toward me, grace in each move, a show of leg well above her knee revealed with each step. I noticed that all her buttons at the bottom of her dress were now open, and that Patricio, Allyson, and the older red headed gentleman watched her every move. I took Gail’s hand and the three of us walked outside to the pool. 

A waiter was making the rounds with fresh drinks. We all took one then walked toward the musicians where a group of people were dancing. We stood leaning on the balustrade that circled the upper part of the pool area and we watched the dancers. We were about ten or fifteen meters from the dance floor, the music was romantic, the garden and greenery around us beautifully lighted. It was a captivating sight. Most of the tables were full and I observed that, spread throughout the house, there must have been sixty or more people at this party. 

Patricio and Allyson soon appeared on the dance floor. As they danced Patricio laughed a little too loudly while talking with his wife, I believed that he was putting on a show. For some reason I took stock of the man I had just met. I guessed he was about forty, half a head shorter then his wife, with a strong frame. I imagined he worked out. His hair was long, curling at the bottom, except in the front where he had a deeply receding hairline. Because of his carriage and manner my read was that he was arrogant. I decided, without reason, that I did not like him. As he danced closely with his wife he touched her behind flaunting his actions without concern that others could see. 

I became aware that Gail was watching them too. Without looking away she said, “He wanted to know what business you do with Gia.” I looked at Gail, “What? What would make him ask a question like that?” Katarina was looking at Gail too.

Gail answered me, her gaze still fixed on the dance floor, “He told me he knew about the Argentine project of Giancomo. I simply said I don’t know.” 

Katarina moved in front of Gail. “He is a fool,” she said. “Don’t pay him attention.” Then with a hint of disgust, “nonsense, he knows nothing of what Gaiancomo does.” Then she touched Gail’s arm and said, “You know Gail, only the Americans shorten Giancomos name to Gia. Gia is a girl’s name. We call him Tio, or Gian, in English that’s John, but not Gia.” Katarina said it with humor and Gail responded with an “Oh, of course, I’m so sorry. Do you think it annoyed him?” Katarina smiled and assured her it did not, then noticing a friend she excused herself and walked toward the girl entering the house. 

I took Gail’s hand and we walked toward the dance floor. She wrapped her arms around me and we moved around the floor. “After some few minutes Gail said, “You notice how they continue with the same kind of rhythm, slow, romantic. Very civilized for this age group,” she stated. I grunted a yes and said “The only thing romantic is your almost naked breast pressing on me. Gail ever so slightly pushed her breasts harder against me. We had both had a lot of wine and I could tell Gail was loose. She is usually too worried about “people are looking…” (Her words), but she was relaxed tonight. We soon exited the dance floor and walked to where we had been standing. 

Gail saw the waiter and asked if I wanted another drink. I was feeling the effect of what I had already had and declined. Gail beckoned to the waiter and at the same time Allyson walked toward me from the dance floor. I did not see Patricio. I did see the older man with the red hair looking my way. As Allyson approached me she asked, “Is Gail gone?”

“No” I said and pointed to Gail returning with her fresh drink. Both girls smiled at one another then Allyson asked, “May I borrow your man to dance?” Gail nodded, “You may.” Allyson reached for my hand and whisked me away toward the music. 

We stepped into the crowd of dancers and as we started to dance Allyson stood at arms length and said, “Lovely setting, isn’t it?” I smiled, “Very much so. Do they do this often?” She replied, “Not really. It’s almost the end of the season, they have more parties then.” She moved closer to me and it wasn’t long before we were caught up in the mood of the music. I attempted to watch Gail but before the first song was over, I had lost sight of her.


Gail Entertains Leo



Allyson was dancing so that she was pressed to my leg and I often found my leg between hers pressing boldly on her vagina. She didn’t seem to mind and when my hardness became evident she reached her small hand between us and moved my cock flat against my stomach. “Is that better she asked?” turning her head from my shoulder to speak close to my ear. “Thank you,” I replied, and then added, “That felt good.” Allyson didn’t say anything for some moments then responded, “I’m glad, I thought so too.” In my mind I questioned our audacity then I considered, we were all here for close to two hours now, drinking steadily. At least for myself, my inhibitions were somewhat cloaked. Obviously there was no cloak of restraint upon Allyson for just minutes later she reached between us and slid her left hand beneath my belt, and after some fidgeting, with the back of her hand against my groin she wrapped her fingers around my cock. 

There were people packed around us which allowed this kind of movement to go unnoticed. Her touch was electric and as hard as I tried to control my reaction, I couldn’t help the humping motion that ensued. It was so exciting, everyone around us, from time to time she would move her fingers over the tip of my cock. Her right arm was outstretched and wrapped around my neck, the way she was leaning close you could not see her arm between us. 

For some reason I glanced to my left and noticed that Patricio was standing four or five meters away from the dance floor looking, I assumed, for Allyson. “I think Patricio is looking for you,” I said. She raised her head to look, he certainly could see me as we were near the only light. Allyson guided me so that her right side was facing where her husband was standing. I glanced and realized he was not looking our way. I turned to look to my right and there was Gail, dancing just a few couples away. That’s where he was looking. Gail was dancing, very properly from my perspective, with the older red headed man. I was worried that Gail might guess what Allyson was doing so I steered her toward the other side of the dance floor. We danced for five more minutes, she squeezed and pulled and teased me until I was aching. Before we broke to move from the dance floor I tucked my penis beneath my waistband. “I hope we can have a replay,” Allyson suggested. I smiled, and said, “What I need most is an orgasm..”

We looked for Patricio and he was not to be found. I looked over the dance floor and Gail was gone as well. Alyson drifted toward the pool and I walked toward the house. I went into the buffet area, poured a glass of mineral water and went to look for Gail. I hadn’t seen her for the last fifteen minutes I thought. People were entering and leaving the house. I walked into the kitchen where Katarina and a half dozen people were sitting around with drinks, talking. She had her back to me so I turned and walked back to the entry, where a couple was leaving. I followed them outside and as they walked across the circular yard I turned left and walked toward the Aston Martin. As I walked away from the front of the house there was less light. I stood by the right side of the car looking in, I even touched the leather seatback. People were walking down the entry drive toward the house. I entertained sitting in the car but hesitated. More people were leaving, five people came out the front door, three walked down the entry drive toward the gate, I recognized them as some of the group I had just seen in the kitchen. 

The other couple turned right walking toward the cars along the other side of the house. I turned my attention toward the Aston Martin and started to bend in to see the panel when I realized that the couple walking toward their car had been carrying drinks. I again focused on their receding figures and the jolt of my heart starting to race drained me momentarily. It was Gail, she was walking a half step behind the tall red haired man. I watched as they walked the length of the cars and then turned left and, because of the high bushes, I couldn’t see them any longer. I was absolutely numb, I just stood staring. When reality returned my curiosity or anger, or both, took hold. Now the circumstance was dictating events and I looked around the yard trying to ascertain the best way to get closer to where they had walked. 

As nonchalantly as possible I walked behind the Aston Martin and crossed the walkway on the left side of the circular drive. I walked behind the tall bushes until I came to where I had to cross the drive. There was a break in the wall of shrubbery and bush and I crossed the road at about halfway the distance of the driveway, and immediately stepped behind the bushes on the other side. I was looking over a grassy expanse with small areas of landscaping and many large trees leading downhill toward the wall. The light from the other side of the wall silhouetted the trees but it was darker at ground level. From my higher vantage point I scanned the expanse but did not see them. I started walking toward the house, still behind the bushes. I was about ten meters from the cars parked beside the house and abreast of a large tree. Staying close to the tree I again searched the yard around me. Some forty meters away, where a fair amount of light was reflecting from the pool area, I saw the red headed man leaning on a large tree, almost down at the wall. He was facing the tree, facing me, and I could see Gail’s hand, still holding her drink, and a part of her shoulder. He was standing close to her but they were not touching. It seemed like they were talking. 

I was frozen in my place. Here we go again, I thought. My heart racing, my stomach churning, should I call to them… should I leave. But I did what I wanted to do, I walked back toward the exit until I was sure I was out of sight. I then started down the hill toward the wall. When I was abreast of where I thought they were, I started walking uphill in their direction. To a large extent I used the trees in the yard to shield me from being seen. I stopped moving when I saw them. I was in front of their tree, to her left. I could see all of Gail, her back to the tree, her body slightly turned to her right. They were talking quietly, though I could not make out the words. I was leaning on a large tree, a good half of the left side of my body exposed. I was less then ten meters away, and about a meter lower on the slope. I almost didn’t care if they saw me.

The music from the pool area made the setting seem romantic, but not for me. He said something and Gail said, loudly enough for me to hear, “…really? He again spoke and they both laughed. When she laughed he touched his right hand to her lips. Gail did not respond to his fingers, no kiss, or even acknowledgement, but I noted mentally, she didn’t stop him either. Again he said something and she laughed. Then Gail lifted and drank from her glass, then bent to her left to place her glass on the ground. I didn’t move because I thought she could have seen me, I felt just a breath away. When she stood she placed both her hands on the tree behind her, as if not to dirty her dress. Mr. Red’s hand went back to her mouth, he said something, then started to draw his finger down from her mouth to her chest. He touched her breast first with his finger, then he simply cupped her whole breast. 

My mind was screaming, my breath labored, why I thought, why was she not stopping him. He now was touching and cupping both breasts. He moved his hands around lightly, first titillating her nipples then squeezing them, then pressing his hands below her breasts and forcefully pushing upwards. He repeated this again and again. Gail’s did nothing but stand there, her head leaning against the tree, I guessed her eyes were closed because from time to time she lifted her head and looked down at his hands on her breasts. He was absorbed in loving her breasts. I am sure this went on for ten minutes. Different pressure, sometimes a whole hand over her breast, sometimes the palm only skirting her nipple, but on it went as he just loved and mauled her breasts simultaneously.

I hated seeing him touch her, I hated myself more because I was hard, and mostly I hated Gail for letting him do that, and enjoying it. Mr. Red stopped moving but left both his hands on her breasts. Gail raised her head, maybe she smiled, I couldn’t see that clearly. He kept his left hand on her breast and placed his right hand low on her stomach rubbing her in downward strokes so that his hand was skirting her vagina. Then, without pretense, he placed his hand under her dress between her legs. Gail’s head was leaning back on the tree. Mr. Red was lost in trying to touch her everywhere at once. His hand slid down her thigh, over her knees, back up to the flat of her stomach, around to her behind, between her legs again. He was lost in trying to get his fill. Gail lifted her head and looked at him for a good ten seconds, then shifted her weight and opened her legs. 

I had to look away to catch my breath. Mr. Red was now touching between her legs, while rubbing his face across her breasts. After some moments he knelt before her and through her dress touched his mouth to her vagina. He kissed her thighs and took pleasure in the nearness, then lifted her dress up and placed his head between her thighs. I couldn’t see because the dress covered a part of his face but, judging from Gail’s movement, I was certain his tongue was pleasuring Gail. He did this for just seconds when Gail reached down and prompted him to stand up. He rose, but before standing again kissing her vagina from outside her dress. His hand continued touching under her dress. What started as a lot of movement slowed to intimate touches and nearness. He was obviously focused on her vagina, and I thought Gail was moving her hips. I could tell when his fingers entered her because she gasped, “Oohhhh,” and she took her arm from behind her and placed her hand on his wrist. She was guiding his hand, his fingers, as they slowly went into Gail, then out, in again, and Gail hunched forward to watch… then straightened to concentrate on the pleasure, then hunched again.


Next Gail did something she has rarely done with me. She stopped leaning on the tree, let go of his wrist, and lifted her dress with her left hand. I could now clearly see his hand between her thighs, obviously his finger or fingers deep inside her. Gail started to rub herself, her fingers just inches above his… first slowly, then more rapidly. He was hunched over too, moving his fingers quickly in and out of her. She had arched her back looking down at his hand, then lifting her head and tilting it back, then looking down again, masturbating herself in short quick movements. My heart was beating with the rhythm of her movements. She stopped and said something to him. He paused, both of them not moving now, and Gail reached for his wrist with both hands and guided his fingers out of her. She again said something and then, without moving her fingers, she let go of her dress and reached her hand toward Mr. Red and through his pants, rubbed her hand over his penis. It seemed he was following her lead when he unzipped his pants and took out his already hard cock. He began stroking the length of his cock. Gail then lifted her dress and started masturbating again, while watching him. It didn’t take long before both of them were groaning with comments of “Yes…yes, do it,” or “si belissimo.” Gail had obviously asked him to masturbate for her and now she alternated between looking at her hand then looking at him playing with himself. He started slowly, but soon was rapidly jerking himself, his gaze fixed on Gail hunched over herself her fingers at her pussy rubbing her clit. Gail twice let her dress fall and used her other hand to put a finger in herself, humping her own hand in the process.

This was so erotic a scene. I have barely ever witnessed my wife masturbating, and here she was asking this stranger to masturbate for her, she hunched over herself masturbating for him to see. I could not imagine Gail’s lust so unrestrained that she would allow herself to be seen in such a state of abandon. I was now excited as well, and disappointed too - with myself, because I was no longer able to identify my anger. Gail started to sigh, “Oh, aaahh, now, come now,” she said to Mr. Red. Her hand was a flash of movement across her clit. He was looking at her and pumping himself almost as quickly as she was. Gail tilted her head back and started a low moan, “Aaah, aaah…” and after a pause, “ ohh yes… I’m coming,” all in a loud whisper. She humped her hand, trying to watch him while caught in her own passion, her head bobbing back with the pleasure, then forging forward to watch him, then tilting back again. Seconds later Mr. Red grunted and pumped his hips, obviously coming too. I couldn’t see that part of his anatomy, his cock, but Gail was watching him intently, her hand still between her legs. Some moments later they were still and after looking at one another and smiling, exchanged some words I couldn’t hear. She kept her dress raised and stood waiting for him as he closed his pants. He took a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped something from Gail’s leg. If it had not been so erotic, if it wasn’t my beautiful wife, if I wasn’t excited too, I would have laughed. 

I backed down the hill as they stepped away from the tree and started walking toward the house. Once out of view I ran toward the driveway in an effort to get into the house ahead of them. I reached the bushes at the driveway just as they stepped around the cars. I waited. Mr. Red walked with her to the door. They stood outside for a moment, his left hand went from his jacket pocket to her hands, they exchanged some words, then he waited outside for a few moments while Gail entered. While I waited I thought, what happened to her underwear. After he entered I stepped from between the bushes and walked up the drive to the house. 

I headed straight for the kitchen but the waiters were busy there. I walked toward the study that led to the rear garden. “Ri,” someone called. I turned as Katarina was walking down the stairs. “I just told Gail that whenever you feel like leaving just tell me.” “Thanks,” I replied, “have you seen Gail?” 

“Yes, she is using the restroom upstairs, second door left,” she smiled. She had reached the bottom of the stairs and swept by me, touching my arm as she passed. I started up the stairs wondering what Katarina knew. I waited in the doorway of a large bedroom, it was a good while before Gail stepped out into the room. She smiled at me, “I’m glad you are back love… you abandoned me.” As she reached me she stretched out her hand and we continued toward the stairs hand in hand. “Let me tell you,” she said, “that fellow Patricio, he is relentless. I needed you to rescue me.” “Sorry,” I said. We were halfway down the stairs when she stopped. “Did you enjoy Allyson?” she asked, looking at me with a wry smile. “Just that one dance,” I said. “I looked for you afterwards but couldn’t find you. Where did you go.” She did not answer.

We were walking toward the dance area which was really crowded now. The band was singing a very slow romantic Italian song. When they stopped, they announced in Italian that they would be playing ‘oldies’ songs during their break. I led Gail to the dance floor and wrapped my arms around her as Me and Mrs. Jones filled the night air. She melted into my arms and we swayed and swooned from one great song to another. By the time we had danced to the third song I had forgotten about the scene that was plaguing me and we danced, closely, sometimes hardly moving. Gail looked up at me, “I love it when you wrap me up like this, makes me feel protected.” I squeezed her and ran my hand down her back. She moaned in appreciation and pressed into me. I rubbed her back and stuck my nose in her hair. My hand progressed and I touched her bottom. Then I remembered… I again ran my hand across her behind and said, “Where is your underwear.” She quietly answered, “It’s there,” I rubbed her again, this time more carefully. There it was, I could feel the top of her panties above her behind. I was certain she was not wearing panties out there in yard, also certain that she had nothing in her hands. Her lipstick and comb were in my jacket pocket. I wondered, how she managed to be wearing underwear now. We saw Patricio and Allyson dancing, I smiled but I really did not want an interchange at the moment, so I danced away and into the crowd. For another ten minutes we danced, the atmosphere was surreal, the trees, the crowd of dancers in shadows, the star studded sky above, the oldies selection of songs that everyone in the world had heard, the new ones we all knew. We swayed and floated across the dance floor for another minutes, then the band returned and, for us the spell was broken.

We walked toward the pool and it looked like people were coupled in small groups in every corner. The scene reminded me of the evening on the upper deck of the yacht Gabbiano. “Lets, start back,” I said, then looking at my watch, “it’s after one. OK?” 

Gail looked at me, nodding yes, “let’s see if Katarina is in the house.” We headed for the house and soon found Katarina in the study with a group of friends and Allyson. . 

Katarina smiled when she saw us. “Are you ready to go?” she asked. 

“If you don’t mind.” I said,. “Not at all Katarina responded, walking toward me “Come Ri, help me for a moment,” and she half pulled me with her, leaving Gail and Allyson standing there. When we were in the hall she leaned toward me. “Ri, Allyson has asked if she and Patricio could drive you home. They want to apologize for something.”

My first response was, “Apologize, for what.?” Then I added, “Of course they can drive us back to the hotel.” When I told Gail she just shrugged her shoulders, as if the change annoyed her.. 

While making our thank you handshakes Allyson left to find her husband. We were waiting at the base of the sweeping staircase. Gail was holding my hand and leaning on my shoulder. “I have something interesting to tell you,” she said. Trying to look surprised, I looked down… she leaned away and we made eye contact, her impish smile accenting the mischief in her eyes. “Later.” she said. 

Patricio drove down the winding streets, a little to fast for someone who had been drinking all evening. Gail was sitting very close to me. We made small talk, mostly between Allyson and Gail. We stopped at a traffic light on the lower road, now not very far from the hotel when Patricio turned around. He had placed his right arm across the back of the seat. The lights from the street were shining through the glass top of the sun roof. “Gail,” he said in a little too loud voice, “I want to apologize to you… very barbaro… I’m sorry.” Gail looked at me and questioned, “Barbaro?” I helped her, “I think he means barbarian,” Gail looked at me incredulous with the comparison. Then she reached her hand out and patted Patricio’s arm, “That’s O.K. Patricio, not to worry…” she said, mocking what many of the Italians seemed to say. I was still confused as to why he apologized, though I could tell he assumed that I knew. He said they would like us to have lunch with them tomorrow. Gail left it to me to respond. Allyson said, “Please.” I smiled at Allyson, “Of course, that would be nice.”

While preparing for bed Gail told me what happened. “When we first started dancing it was fun. During one dance he got hard.” Gail was standing in front of the mirror, topless, leaning against the basin, her perfect behind highlighted by the top of her thongs. She looked toward me “he wasn’t shy about it either. He was leaning and pressing against me. At first it wasn’t an issue. He even pressed it between my legs. That bothered me… he was directly in front of me, dancing like a zombie. People could see what he was doing. I looked for you… of course you were nowhere to be seen” I sensed that the fact that Gail’s concern that others might have seen really troubled her. She continued, “After a while he started to fidget around in his pants. He actually intended to take his cock out. It took me a moment to figure it out.” Now Gail had moved to the bed, she was waving her toothbrush as she related what had happened, gloriously naked except for her panties. She was usually so composed, it was rare for me to see her animated and angry. She went on, “finally when he saw my discomfort he folded his thing against his stomach and started dancing again.” 




Gail Entertains Leo



Couldn’t you just walk away, I asked.

“It wasn’t that easy… I didn’t want a scene, he held me tightly.” Gail’s voice quieted, “Then Leo came over.” 

“Who is Leo,” I asked. .”

“Oh, ” she said, too nonchalantly, “The older man. The tall redheaded man.”

“Yes, I’ve seen him watching you,” I said, “Did he help you?”

“He must have seen what was going on. He came up to us on the dance floor and just took hold of my right arm, he leaned close to Patricio and said something, then danced away with me.” Gail laughed, obviously replaying the scene in her mind, “Actually, it was pretty smooth.”

“Why do I seem to remember him from somewhere?” I asked. Gail, now back at the bathroom mirror, looked at me. “He was at Gia’s… Giancomos party in the restaurant in Monaco. Remember? He was talking a lot with Angelo,” I didn’t remember but Gail thought my grunt was an acknowledgement. 

“So, what happened?” I asked hoping the `Leo rescue` was what Gail wanted to tell me about. Gail continued, “We danced just seconds, he apologized for what had happened, and then when I said I would use the ladies room he walked with me toward the restroom in the bathhouse. It was locked, in use. I waited nearby, hoisting myself up a few inches to sit on the cement railing that separated the pool from the bath house. Leo sat on the edge of that huge cement planter filled with the bamboo.” 

I sensed Gail’s direction and said, “I’ll bet he was getting a good view between your legs.” Gail chuckled, “Yes Ri, he was.” 

Then Gail continued recounting what had happened. “I didn’t mind though…his looking, I may have even opened my legs a bit more.” 

I thanked him again, I said, “Leo, thanks for what you did there.” 

“No big thing”, he responded. He told me an Italian girl would have made a big incident.

I said, “that was what I was trying to avoid, I don’t know how to thank you.” He had mostly been looking at my legs, up my dress when occasioned, but now looked at my face smiling widely. I asked him what was funny. “I know how you can thank me,” he said. His smile was mischievous but I allowed it to continue. I asked him, “You do, and how would that be?” He looked at my legs again, smiling still, and said, “I’d love to be surrounded by that beautiful white patch.” I mocked surprise and said, “Leo, not you too?” He raised both hands palm out, “Sorry, it’s my heart speaking, not my head, ” he made a fist and thumped his chest mimicking his heartbeat. At that moment the door opened, I jumped down and as I entered he asked, “May I wait for you?” Glancing around the edge of the door I said “that would be nice.” 

“Of Course,” I said to Gail. “Why shouldn’t he wait,” the latter with a hint of sarcasm.

Gail was now finished at the mirror and sitting on the edge of the bed, rubbing cream on her legs. She continued, “When I came out he was still there, waiting. I told him I had better go look for my husband and he told me you had just walked into the house. I said `thanks, it’s a good thing you’re keeping track of us,` he smiled and with simple forthrightness told me he has not stopped thinking of me since we shook hands at the restaurant. I blushed but I also laughed at his candor.” Gail turned her head to look at me, “for some reason I didn’t feel intimidated by his attention.” As we started for the house I reached to place something into his palm, closing his fingers around it, and said, “please surround yourself, Leo.” He looked at his hand, touched my still warm panties with his other hand, and smiled from ear to ear. In the bathroom, when I considered doing it, I thought it was funny. Now that I actually carried it out I was embarrassed and blushing. Thankfully, he didn’t notice. He offered me the hook of his arm. I placed my arm in his and we walked to the house.

Gail had finally finished her bedtime rituals and pulled back the sheets to join me in bed. Save for her panties, she was naked. That she did not put on a shirt or nightgown was an omen in itself. As she moved the air around her smelled fresh, and when she turned on her side her small breasts hung just low enough to highlight her jutting nipples. She nuzzled close to me. I turned to face her and moved close placing my right arm on her hip. We looked each other in the eye, both smiling, content in silence. 

I rubbed lightly over Gail’s hip and back then, touched her cheek and gently squeezed her earlobe, a soft place I love to feel. I rubbed from her shoulders to her lower back, then caressed the cheek of her behind. 

“Love me? Gail questioned. I answered, “hooked forever,” then added, “What was it you said you wanted to tell me.” Gail whispered in a breathy way, “Oh yes. I almost forgot. When I went upstairs, just before we left, I opened the wrong bedroom door. Katarina was in there with another girl and a man.” Gail stopped. I waited for what seemed a fair amount of time before I asked, “So? Is that all.” Gail responded quietly, “She was with the girl.” We lay quietly for a few minutes. I broke the silence, “That was a mostly liberated crowd tonight. I wouldn’t be surprised if they were swapping too. I think that’s what Allyson and Patricio had, or still have, in mind.” 

“Yes,” Gail whispered, I think that too. She had been touching me while we spoke and I was now hard. Gail had been running her hand up and down my penis then turning her hand backwards and rolling it around. She moved close and placed her left leg over me edging me onto my back, her thigh now resting on my penis. 

“Phyllis left us a message, they are coming day after tomorrow,” she stated, then continued. “Do you think Allyson is attractive?” “Yes, she’s attractive… ”

Gail persisted. “Would you like her to touch you like this?” Gail had all five fingers tips lightly rubbing upward strokes just on the head of my penis. “I’d like anybody that does that.” I replied. 

Gail leaned over and placed her mouth gently over mine and immediately her tongue was searching. While we were embracing she placed her left leg over and straddled me, still kissing. My penis - now a stone hard cock was pressed against her bush and belly, the under part and my balls pressing directly against her open pussy lips. As we continued to kiss her left hand moved between us and took hold of my cock. She lifted her behind just enough to place me between her legs gently rubbing me across her wetness. When centered at her entrance she pressed down and I felt that tide of warmth and wetness as the head of my cook slowly entered. Gail stopped kissing me and placed her head on the side of my chest, her body still raised above my cock. She began to press down, pausing then pressing again, and then her tell-tale sigh indicated I had fully entered her. 

We lay feeling attached with no words spoken. Being in her fully, her hands on my upper arms, her head on my shoulder, hardly moving, was surely as close as I would ever get to feeling as-one with someone.

“Can we sleep like this?” she asked, her voice barely a whisper.

“Only after I come,” I mouthed, while thoughts of the earlier evening were creeping in my mind. I placed my hands on her behind and gently spread her cheeks allowing my finger to brush then rest upon her back hole 

“Are there things you still feel uncomfortable doing with me?” I asked. I felt her head move slightly in a sign of no, then she responded, “I don’t think so, why?” 

“I’m just wondering out loud,” I answered. “There must be many things we haven’t done together 

“Like what?” I didn’t answer and she insisted, still whispering. “What things? I always felt we were pretty good about trying things.” 

After some quiet, she added, “Are you talking about me doing something with a Girl?” “No,” I said, “You know that has never been an issue with me.”

Gail offered, “If ever I fancied a girl it would be someone like Gabriela.” As an afterthought she stated, “She like Girls, you know.” 

I paused before responding, struggling to hide my surprise and not wanting to discourage Gail from continuing to talk. To keep heightened the feeling of Gail’s wetness around my cock I tightened my behind cheeks and pulled out a little, then entered her again and asked, “Now how would you know she likes girls?” 

After a pause she said, “Oh, I heard someone say it.”

“Did Katarina say it.?” I asked. “No,” Gail whispered. After an interval of silence she knew I was waiting for her to say how she had heard it. “Giancomo said it,” she whispered. We had talked very little about him since she had told me of their liaison, and she still did not know I had spied on them. I thought this might be an unguarded moment and she might be more candid. “Did he suggest you be with her?” 

“No.” she answered. After a pause, I persisted, “You remember why he mentioned it?” 

Gail sighed and I could feel her breath across my nipple, she continued, “I said that I thought Gabriela was so beautiful why would he want to be with…” 

I interrupted her before she finished, “I keep telling you love.” I was touching one breast as I spoke, “It’s your soft beauty… innate sensuality. The combination makes you irresistible.” Gail squeezed my arms and rubbed her breast into me. “I love that you think that.” She said.

All the while I was rubbing her behind and pushing my cock gently upwards, into her, then relaxing and pushing again. I continued, “You gave me an idea of what went on with him but not why you thought him the best … your best lover?” Gail raised her head and looked at my face. I peered down at her smiling, touching her caringly, hoping she did not sense my jealousy. Her eyes were searching mine, you’d have thought I’d asked her to solve the riddle of existence. 

“He was so different,” she said. “So tender. It seemed like he loved the parts he was loving. When he kissed it was full of passion, he touched every part of my mouth with his tongue. He sucked my lips, it was like my mouth was my whole body for him. He touched my nipples until they were on fire. Not soft, never too hard, I don’t remember but I think he made me come from touching my breasts.” Gail was whispering, sometimes looking at me to make a point, I could tell she was mentally picturing the encounter. I asked, “Did you come from his penetration or from his touching you?”

Gail thought for a second. “I don’t know. It was strange. When he started to fuck me he didn’t go inside. He had his cock flat between my lips and he was pumping up and down bumping and rubbing his cock against my clit. What was really wonderful was when he took his cock in his hand and started rubbing his cock fast over my clit. I was excited by then, ready to come. He rubbed until the exact second I was ready to come and then he stopped. He did that again and again, each time resting by putting his cock inside me. When I pushed against him to fuck me, he didn’t. I wanted to come. Again he rubbed his dick and then he would stop and kiss me. When he was finally ready to let me come I exploded, I kept coming from every little movement… his touching my clit, my behind, his kisses.” 

She was telling her story in snippets. Halfway through I was excited and I started moving in and out of Gail as much as possible. Gail responded first by just moving her body while keeping my cock fully inside her then, finally, she lifted her behind and started to move up and down, still relating and reliving the feelings she experienced with Giancomo. Gail was leaned over me looking down, her small breasts hanging - so perfectly proportioned to her slim figure, her jutting nipples attesting to her excitement. She knew I was excited now, and she continued, “When he loved me with his mouth he devoured every part of me. He sucked my clit and the inside of my pussy. When I came he sucked it out of me. When he kissed my back hole I could feel his tongue on every wrinkle, inside and out.” I could feel Gail’s wetness increase, reliving the experience was exciting her as well. She continued her slow steady movement, up and down, my cock bottoming out each time. My hands were on her hips and my eyes were open, watching her.

“Did you plan to be with him when we were all scheduling our afternoon?, I asked, while looking at her.

“No. When we returned no one was here. I stayed in our suite. He came down and knocked on the door. He had a drink for me. When he came in we talked for some time and then… it just happened.” I didn’t say anything to Gail but I didn’t quite remember it quite that way. She continued to narrate. “What got me excited was the kissing. It started that way. I tell you Ri, when he started to touch and kiss my vagina it was like my vagina was all of me… he made love to it… I could tell he loved doing it.” Gail was now moving more forcefully, her breathing signaled that she was close to coming. “Come baby,” she said in a breathy whisper, “do it, cum with me.” I started to lift and rise to her rhythm, Gail was pushing her behind against my thumb pressing against her back hole. I knew the sensation of her pussy getting more wet and hot before she orgasm’d. I was pulling on her nipple, pressing her back hole and meeting each thrust as she started “Ohhh Ri… oh yes baby… do it, do it….ohhh, and Gail started to cum… in torrents. She stopped moving and sat breathless, concentrating on her orgasm, my still hard cock completely secreted inside her. I could feel each throb of her orgasm, each twitch, and though I wasn’t coming I took pleasure with her. Her eyes were squeezed shut, her hair disheveled, her face a mask of bliss. I felt my senses heighten, my breast tightened, my memory recorded the scene I was watching, and I breathed with difficulty at the intensity of the love I felt for her.

Gail was literally wrapped around me, naked, her head on my shoulders, her fingers absentmindedly moving on my chest as if she were counting the hairs. “You didn’t cum Ri, did you? “No,” I answered, “almost actually,” I corrected.

Again she queried, “Any reason?”

“”Yes,” I said, “I was busy thinking how much I love you and I forgot to come.”

“Oh you… bullshit,” she said, and she pulled my chest hair. “Honestly,” I responded, and I knew she did not believe me.

We lay cuddled and touching for five or ten minutes without speaking. Then Gail asked, “Why did you ask me about trying things with you? What were you thinking?”

“Oh, yes,” I answered. That was nothing, just a thought.”

“What thought,” she insisted. “You don’t think nothing thoughts.” 

Why not tell her I thought to myself. “Well I was thinking that we have never masturbated for each other.”

Gail looked at me now, for a good while. Finally, she corrected, “Yes we have… in Curacao, in that creepy beach cabana.”

She was right I thought, “Yes, but that has to have been five or six years ago.”

“You said never, didn’t you?, Gail reminded. She continued, “I’ll masturbate whenever you want me to.” After a pause, more thoughtfully, “I’ll do anything for you.

I questioned, “would you?”

“Yes…of course,” she replied.

A good thirty seconds went by before I quietly responded, “Then how come you can’t stay honest with me.?” 

Gail rose up and placed a hand on my face. In a concerned tone she whispered, “Oh Ri, you mean about Gaincomo. I know it’s not fair to you. I never plan these things but when it happens…I guess part of the excitement is the spontaneity. I always plan to tell you but somehow it comes out slowly. Even when I’m enjoying it I hate myself for not being more perfect for you.” Gail was almost laying on me now as she continued. “I know you love it when I tell you about what I do, but I found it so difficult when you watched me with Peter. The thought of you watching scares me, I get so afraid you’ll hate me.” 

My simple response was “How could I ever hate you,” which I am sure did nothing to ease her misgivings.

Gail had moved her hands from my chest to my semi hard cock and was touching me again. After some moments she moved her head down and started to kiss my cock. I closed my eyes and let her ministrations carry me away. She knew every place to touch, where to lick and how to press. The very thought that it was Gail and that she would take my cum in her mouth or on her cheek, was enough to make me orgasm. She rose up and slide on top of me. In seconds she had guided me back into her warm, still very wet pussy. She rose up and down and pumped forward urging me to orgasm. As I felt the buildup taking control I wrapped my arms around her and in a single motion I flipped her onto her back and braced her legs in the fold of my arms, bending them halfway to her 

chest. I started humping and grinding my full length into Gail and she started to groan with each downward thrust. Soon she started intoning, “Do it Ri, do it … cum in me baby,”…and moments later I thrust into Gail to balls length, gasping and groaning as I gushed deep in her belly while she still whispered to me, “Yes baby, yes love, do it.” 

We spent a leisurely morning in the hotel with an hour or so on the narrow strip around the pool. It was sunny but a bit too cool in the water so, we mostly talked. We got to talking about a bet I had won that required her to be honest with me, and how well she was adhering to the deal we had made. I didn’t want to bring up a specific issue but I did say that I thought she was faltering, and to my surprise she agreed. 

Long ago I had decided that I did not need to place restraints on Gail, she was already overly constrained. When we were at home it was tortuous at times. She would constantly bring up “…what if’s…” which effectively kept us from trying anything flirtatious with anyone else. On one occasion at home we had dinner at the Sheraton Hotel with some business visitors I had in town. When we finished dinner and had said our goodnights, we started out of the hotel when I suggested we stop for a drink at the bar. We sat and listened to a great group singing popular songs in English and Spanish. We were at a table for two, side by side, and facing the band. I noticed one or two in the group regularly staring at Gail. Her legs were demurely crossed so it must have been her beauty that attracted their attention. At one point I placed my hand on her legs and she placed her hand on mine in an automatic reaction. When I later attempted to move her dress she immediately covered her knees again. On a second attempt I was a little more forceful. Gail quickly adjusted again but this time turned to look at me and whispered “Ri.” She was blushing a little and the look in her eyes was of hurt, near to tears. I felt myself the scoundrel, and to this day the picture of her almost teary green eyes is imprinted in my mind. I have decided it’s impossible to push her at home. Here, on holiday, I’ve decided it’s impossible to stop her.

“It’s different when we are here,” she said. “I just feel like here, having fun is accepted.” I commented, “It is, or at least not judged critically.” Gail nodded her head in agreement. I continued, “Then…why do you feel I can’t share with you?”

She looked at me sympathetically, “I do share… some. I think I am always afraid you will think less of me, also…” she hesitated a long time then barely whispered, “it’s more exciting when no-one knows.” 

Over the last days Gail had told me bits and pieces of her liaison with Giancomo. I was pleased that her account was as I had seen it happen. I still did not tell her I had spied on them and I was feeling guilty that she was being honest and that I was hiding my misdeeds. Then, maybe because of guilt, maybe meanness, I decided to tell her of past spying I had done. “You know love, I saw you making love with Werner.”

Gail turned to look at me, she literally paled. Her look was stern, concentrated, I knew her mind was churning. When her cheeks started to color again her lower lip looked like it was trembling. I wished I had not mentioned it. Gail whispered, “So long ago… why didn’t you tell me before?” 




Gail Entertains Leo



I reached for her hand, it was cold. “Not to hurt you,” I answered.

“Can you keep a secret from me so long?” Gail asked.

I faked a smiled while looking at her, but my heart was heavy, and I did not comment. I wanted to ask the same question but I held myself in check. I hoped I had not hurt her. Why did I open my mouth I questioned in my mind. Her moist eyes were filled with question. Her cheeks were flushed, I couldn’t tell if she was blushing or angry. And from some deep chamber of my mind I recalled a famous author saying “…I never got in trouble for things I didn’t say.” 

As mid day approached we returned to the room to ready for lunch with Patricio and Allyson. Gail may have had an unpleasant experience with Patricio but she certainly didn’t seem to be concerned about dressing down for the luncheon. She looked just stunning. She wore loose yellow shorts that could pass for a short skirt when she was standing. Her knit shirt had no collar and had a deep v opening in the front. I could see her nipples and when I asked, “Are you wearing a bra?” she answered, “No, do you think I should?” I tried to muster a tough look and said, “I prefer you don’t… I’m there to protect you.”

We were waiting in the lobby when Patricio arrived. He was alone. He shook hands, first with Gail and then with me. “Is Allyson meeting us?” I asked. 

“She’s preparing lunch,” he responded as we started out the door. When there was a comfortable moment I exchanged glances with Gail. She looked as perplexed as I was, but we didn’t question Patricio. In less then ten minutes we were riding up the elevator in a three story building not too far from the sea, where they had their apartment. 

The apartment was just the epitome of leisure living. Allyson greeted us in a gauzy dress that left nothing to the imagination and I now understood that women are intuitive in a way that men will never understand. Gail had dressed spicily with the intuition that she would be competing with Allyson. And they did. A young was there, introduced as Allyson’s brother. She suggested I play tennis with him while I was in Viareggio. He looked to be about twenty five and turned out to be a real ski enthusiast and we talked some of Bariloche. Patricio was proud of the apartment and insisted I see it all. It was imposing, not ostentatious, and for me a good insight into modern Mediterranean living. The food … we thought it was Allyson’s hand but it turned out to be Patricio’s mother in the kitchen and she had the touch. Afterwards we sat in the living room looking out over the balcony at the sea. Patricio asked me , “What is your business?” I explained briefly. It turned out he knew of our trip with Giancomo and he too was thinking I was somehow involved in business with Giancomo. We all drank too much. Gail was relaxed and both girls were flirty, with flashes of leg, on occasion the quick glimpse of panties, and the men enjoying the display. If any tension had existed it was gone by the time we left. They promised to call, I said I would play tennis with Vincenzo and Allyson joined us for the drive back to the hotel, the girls sitting in the back.

When we arrived in our room we had a message that our friends Phyllis and Peter had arrived. I immediately called and chatted with Peter. I planned to play tennis, Gail and Phyllis were going to meet in the lobby and we would all meet in the bar at seven for drinks then dinner.

Gail’s tennis partner Nicholas was disappointed she didn’t come. I spent a good hour and a half workout with Wilhelm running me from side to side until, after one point I chided, “…are you preparing me for a tournament?” When I returned to our room Gail was still not back. I jumped into the shower and targeted the steamy force of the water on my right shoulder, which was sore from serving. Just as I was stepping out Gail returned, all bubbly and smiling, bearing a small package that was a gift from Phyllis.

“We’ve been in the lobby for the last two hours,” she stepped into the little room to use the WC but kept talking, “the manager that Giancomo introduced to you stopped to speak with me, he knew my name and asked if everything was all right.”

“That’s professional of him,” I added.

“When we ordered drinks the waiter told me that our drinks were courtesy of the hotel.” “Now that’s nice…” and I added, “Giancomo must really have clout.” I heard “Mmmhhmm…” from Gail and then she flushed the toilet.

“Nicholas missed you,” I said, “I booked tomorrow for you if you want to play.”

Gail asked, “Did you have a good game?”

“Very… he ran me from side to side on fifteen and twenty volley plays.” I continued,

“Did Phyllis fill you in on how long they are staying?”

“Not really… we talked girl stuff, fashion and shopping, and fending off the guys.”

“Oh,” was all I said questioningly, hoping she would continue.

“There was no one in the lobby when we got there. In ten minutes there were ten guys sitting around drinking and staring. They heard us speaking English I guess.”

“Can’t blame them,” I said.

Gail continued, “Yes, after a bit we made the most of it… had fun… talked with one man.” 

I began, “Those shorts certainly make it easy to tease.”

Gail just looked up at me and smiled.

We took our time getting ready for dinner, I put on a jacket and tie and Gail a simple dark maroon and purple colored dress. I was looking at the back of the dress and thought I had not seen it before, so I asked where she had bought it. 

“In Santiago, the small store across from Fendi.”

I commented, “Don’t you think it’s a little serious for tonight?”

She didn’t answer, she was bending then slowly rose and turned. The dress was cut across her shoulder not particularly low. It fit her waist like a glove and flowed over her hips completely outlining her waist, her perfect thighs, her legs. The front had a slit that was more then halfway up her thigh. She moved and I could see three quarters of her leg. She bent, ever so slightly, and the top of her dress left space between her chest and the dress, just enough for me to realize that in the right position I would see her breasts. She had a small gold pin on the chest of her dress and no other jewelry. Her hair was pulled up and the dark dress gave contrast to her delicate neck. She looked worth a painting and I was bursting with pride.

Phyllis and Peter were waiting in the lobby. Peter, in a dark blue double breasted blazer with grey pants looked so very correct. His ascot gave him just the right amount of flair, his graying temples, his blackness, and most importantly his carriage, made the perfect impression. To me he was what a movie star should look like. Phyllis looked a dream in a green dress that bared her chest above her buxom qualities and gold colored high heel shoes that showed her perfect legs. 

We walked into the bar, girls first, and heads turned. Peter leaned in my direction and said, “This as a repeat… everywhere we go with these girls the room gets quiet.” Some of the men had stopped talking and were watching the girls until they were seated. We ordered drinks and spent the next hour catching up on each others doings these last weeks. It seemed like our interest in one another was centered around the time we spent on the Cote Azur, and we constrained our questions and discourse to these happenings. Of course among the questions Peter asked was if we had heard from Giancomo. I thought out loud. “I find it amazing… the impact that our meeting Tamara has had,” then I explained to Peter that Tamara was, ”…this older woman we met in Cannes. Everyone talks Giancomo. Our old friends are wondering, or impressed… all our new friends are from his clique. I wonder where it’s going?” 

Peter responded, “It goes nowhere, it lasts as long as people think you have access. He’s powerful and you seem to be able to get close to that power. The interest is in him, through you, not in you and him.” Then Peter laughed, “except us, we’re just interested in you.” 

I couldn’t believe Gail and I were still drinking, we had started at lunch time. and were now ordering our second round before we left for dinner. When it was dinner time we headed for the lobby and piled into a Mercedes taxi, both girls and myself in the back. Peter had, as usual, made the right restaurant choice in Da Puny, an ideal blend of excellent food and relaxed formality. We went from a cool Orvieto with antipasto to a Burgundy with the main course. The food was delicate and perfectly proportioned. It was nice to finish a meal without feeling gorged. Peter treated the red wine with so much respect that I asked, and learned he had chosen a collectors wine. We were relaxed, enjoying one another’s company, with Peter and I teasing the girls because of the attention they were getting. Waiters hovered hoping to get a glimpse of breast when they leaned or moved. Phyllis and Gail did not disappoint them. Midway through dinner the girls decided to go to the ladies room and there was a rush of outstretched hands to move their chairs. I rose when the girls started to stand and I watched Gail turn in her chair, and to the delight of two waiters standing nearby she opened her legs, paused for a second, then stood and walked away.

We continued the evening in a discothPque that had been recommended by the concierge at the Splendido. We lucked into a table at the side of the dance area, a booth that was large enough for three with chairs at both ends and a low rectangular table, like a living room table in your home. Sitting in the booth or chair on the right end of the table gave a close up view of the dance floor, and the dancers themselves provided us an interesting and ever changing scenario for the rest of the night. Peter and Phyllis went out on the dance floor and I moved beside Gail on the booth seat. We sat sipping our drinks, without speaking, watching the dancers. Gail’s legs were closed and leaning against me, the slit in the middle high and between her thighs. With the onset of a slow and romantic song Gail said, “lets dance…” and we walked hand in hand to the center of the dance floor. When we started to dance Gail stumbled a step. I steadied her, “Are you OK?” After she had nuzzled close she said, “barely, I think I’m getting drunk, “and she giggled softly in my ear. The beat changed but we kept dancing the same way, probably out of step with the music, but not caring. When we returned to the table some ten minutes later, Peter and Phyllis were sitting on the booth seat. Phyllis rose and asked if Gail wanted to join her in the ladies room. Gail declined and when Phyllis left Gail scooted beside Peter in the booth. As she sat down Peter smiled at her and asked, 

“…can you do that again? ” In sliding into the booth Gail had to spread her legs, causing her dress to rise high. Combined with the slit in the front, Peter and I had a very enticing view of my ladies inner thigh. Gail smiled, unconcerned.

We watched the people dancing, some showing off in front of our table, some blissfully entwined floating around the dance floor, and some doing their best to hide the games they were playing. Phyllis returned with a man just behind her. She leaned over the table giving Gail and I a glimpse of most of her breast, then she turned toward Peter and said,

“This is Aldo, he asked me to dance,” and with a coy smile added, “do you mind?” Peter stood and offered his hand to the startled young man then beckoned with both hands indicating it was alright to dance with Phyllis. Peter commented, 

“She has had just the right amount to drink, she’s charged.” We continued watching, Phyllis had disappeared. After some five minutes Peter looked at Gail, 

“I have to dance with you Gail…,” again no comment from her just a smile that seemed to say OK. “Peter continued, “Lets wait for Phyllis to return… can’t leave Rian alone.”

“Don’t loose your turn because of me,” I said to Peter. “I’m surrounded by people.”

Gail seemed to be focused on sipping her drink and the people dancing, and not paying attention to our talk. “That’s OK,” Peter said, “We’ll wait.”

When Phyllis returned Peter and Gail rose to dance and Phyllis sidled in beside me.

“Wow,” she said, “he was excitable.”

I took the cue, “That’s what you do to men, my dear.” “Do I excite you? she asked while looking directly into my eyes.

“I wouldn’t be human if you didn’t.”

“I hope you can show me later on,” she added, patting my thigh with her left hand. 

After some minutes of watching the dancers I asked Phyllis to dance with me. “Thought you’d never ask, lover,” she said. When we reached the dance floor I turned toward her and she just melted into my arms. All my senses were triggered… I could feel her upper legs against me, her breasts were touching my chest and her arm ever so softly draped around my neck. My hand was resting on her lower back and she felt naked beneath her dress. 

“My goodness Phyllis, I forgot how wonderful you feel.” 

She didn’t comment but I thought I sensed a nuzzle-in movement as she pressed her breasts against me. In moments I was hard and we both danced so that I would press against belly, or upper thigh, almost dry humping one another as we slowly moved around the dance floor. At one point I saw Peter dancing, his back was toward me. When he turned slightly I noticed that Gail was resting her head on his right shoulder and his hand was flat against the upper part of her behind, as if he were pushing her into him.

It may have been ten minutes that we danced, and then there was a break. Peter was in the middle of the two girls and I was seated on the chair. I commented quietly, just to Gail, “You and Peter look like you just woke up.” Gail smiled and reached for my hand under the table. Moments later Gail reached for her purse, excused herself, and went to the ladies room. She returned just as the music started again and moments after that Aldo appeared again, this time with a friend. Aldo asked Phyllis to dance and looked to Peter for approval, which he received. His friend, speaking perfect English, asked Gail to dance. She looked at me and whispered, “I don’t feel like dancing again…” I nodded my head and raised both hands, “Sorry, but thank you.” The young man was courteous and actually made the slight hint of bowing as he retreated. “My oh my,” Gail commented. “Did you see that?” I replied, “I did… pretty courteous, don’t you think.”

“Very,” Gail responded, as she looked in the direction where the young man walked, obviously thinking the better of him.

Peter looked a bit revived and sat forward rubbing his hands together. It’s morning I guess we’d best go, “Anyone want a last drink? Gail and I declined, still sipping our last drink. Peter waved to the Cameriere and made the sign of adding, and the waiter returned with the check some minutes later. We waited a few more minutes for Phyllis to return, and we left.

In the taxi returning Phyllis commented. “I could have danced all night with Aldo… he reminds me of Peter ten years ago.” 

We all laughed, Peter turned from the front seat, and “We knew his Italian was showing when you did all your dancing on the other side.”

Phyllis added, “Yes, I tried to guide him around to your side to make you jealous… but he wouldn’t budge.” 

Peter chided, “you didn’t have to guide him around, I was jealous without seeing you,” 

“Fat chance,” my love,” she added.

We arrived at the hotel and somehow, without talking about it, we gravitated to Peter and Phyllis’ room. I was surprised that they had a two room suite, in a cooler on the sitting room table was a tall bottle of Champagne with a waiter’s towel neatly wrapped around it. Peter turned on a small radio. Gail was sitting on a two person couch, listening to our chatter but not speaking. A sure sign that she had more than enough to drink. I was half standing sitting on the arm of a three person couch opposite Gail. Phyllis sat other end of the couch, Peter was standing at the table. 

“A tall cool night cap before we quit?”... Peter asked. He was looking at Gail. 

She replied, “I’m stumbling over words now, but I can handle one more.”

Phyllis chimed in, “We can dance as well,” and she walked toward the radio on the lamp stand. With glasses in our hand Peter raised his glass, 



Phyllis sipped then raised her glass again, “And to all the Aldo’s in the world…”

Peter chimed in, “May they continue to poke their way into our lives.”

Phyllis again, “To Rian for having the hardest poke and the smoothest manner.”

Peter chuckled. I looked at Gail, she blushed slightly, still smiling. But I could see she was wondering what Phyllis meant by the smoothest manner. 

I raised my glass, “To Phyllis, the gentle intermediary,” I said.

Phyllis turned to look at me. She seemed tipsy before, it was not obvious now. Her eyes were boring into me, Peter’s glass was still raised, frozen in the moment, 

“You know, Ri,” Phyllis said, “that is one of the nicest things you could say.” She got up from the couch, stepped over to me, bent her head and kissed me on the mouth, not very briefly either. When she broke off the kiss she sat right beside me on the couch, and left her right hand in my lap. Gail was watching the scene unfold, no smile, no frown, just looking. Her feet were flat on the floor and her legs ever so slightly parted. The slit in her dress allowed me to see between her legs but after her thighs I could not see her panties and I wondered if she were wearing black ones, or any at all.

Our conversation continued, centered around the shops and restaurants that Peter and Phyllis had found during the summer months. At one point we talked about whether Europeans or Americans were more courteous and, as a comparison, Aldo’s name came up again. Phyllis mentioned, “He asked me if you were a movie star.” Peter and I looked at Gail but Phyllis corrected, “You Peter, he asked about you.” 

Gail and I smiled, looking toward Peter, “Why not… I can see his asking.”

Peter questioned, “What did you say.”

Phyllis smiling broadly said, “First I laughed… then I said you were the best actor.” Gail laughed and had to put down her Champagne. Peter rose and in mock anger took the few steps to Phyllis and wrapped his large arms around her. When his squeezing and shaking her was over he sat down beside her, her left hand now in his lap. 

Peter commented, “Well, it was obvious to us where his interests lay.”

“Oh, let me tell you,” Phyllis added, “We didn’t take three steps and he was hard. He took my hand and held it between us. The back of his hand was on my breast. When I didn’t move his hand away, he simply started to feel me.” We were all paying close attention to Phyllis. “All the while he had his hips pushed forward, pressing into me.”

She moved her hand across Peters lap then commented, “well, well… am I getting my lover excited?” and she centered her hand on what we assumed was Peters hardening penis and started to move hands in a squeezing and milking manner. 

Peter stated, while shaking his head, “You are incorrigible,” then added, “ and that’s what I love about you.”

Phyllis looked at Peter then turned her body and stretched to kiss him, It started as a brief kiss but Peter soon had his arms around her, and was kneading her breast. Phyllis kept rubbing Peter’s pants, where his bulge was now obvious.

I stood and took the few steps to sit beside Gail. She turned slightly and settled her back against me. We were both watching Phyllis and Peter and I at least was getting very turned on by the scene before us. Phyllis had stopped kissing and was now fumbling with his pants trying to free his cock. She was having trouble with his fly and in frustration simply opened his belt and spread his pants open. Her hand disappeared into his crotch and started unveiling his long almost hardened cock. I had forgotten how big and black it was. Phyllis’s experienced hands rubbed and stretched his cock. Peter submitted to her ministrations by resting his head back and sliding forward on the couch. Gail and I were mesmerized. I had placed my left arm behind her and was stroking her arm and part of her breast without realizing it. Phyllis lowered her head to Peter’s now fully hardened member. The head of his cock was bulging, a purple black, and we could see the veins and the top of his balls. Phyllis lovingly caressed his cock, kissing it from the side, sliding her mouth up and down the length of it. She placed it on her face and rubbed her cheek against it, then slapped it against her face. We could see the lust in her eyes, whilst Peter, his hands on her shoulder and head, had closed his eyes except for the few times he looked down at his wife loving his cock. It was a very erotic scene and what started as a tingle in my penis was now my rock hard cock pressing for release. I pulled Gail closer though there really wasn’t space between us. Obviously watching Phyllis and Peter was exciting her as well because she turned to face me and began to kiss me with passion. 




Gail Entertains Leo



The feel of Gail’s tongue between my lips made my head spin. I closed my eyes and we were lost in each other. I could feel her hands all over me. Even in my aroused state I thought, …I love it when she drinks too much. Who knows how long we kissed, I tried to reach the depths of her mouth… during a breather I opened my eyes, she looked so beautiful. She sensed me looking at her and opened her eyes. Firstly I saw lust, which faded to a warm inquisitive glow, then as her mouth creased with a smile her eyes lightened with a mischievous spark and she whispered, “… you want to?” 

I looked into her eyes while contemplating my answer, even her motives. I turned to look across the space to our friends. Phyllis had her dress bunched at her waist, with no underpants on and a wispy patch of hair above her vagina. She had mounted Peter with her back toward him, his cock deep inside her. She had one breast uncovered and was rubbing it and pulling the nipple with her left hand. Her right hand was over her pussy and, as she rose, we watched Peters cock slide out until she had her hand around it’s base, while he was still in her. It looked like she was jerking his cock and fucking him at the same time… it gave the impression that his cock was two feet long. Peter’s legs were slightly spread, his pants still around his ankles. I could see his balls. Gail was looking now as well. Phyllis kept sliding up and down on his huge cock. I loved the contrast, the black and white. She was looking directly at Gail smiling and it caused me to feel a jolt of concern. Did Phyllis and Peter have this all planned. Then, even worse, was Gail in on the plan, this scene. 

Whatever my concerns they were quickly abated as Gail reached for my pants and started to unbuckle the belt. When I felt her warm hands on my cock, nothing else mattered. We were on a small couch so I rested my back on the arm and backrest and was in a perfect position for Gail to sit on my lap. My pants and shorts were at my knees.

“Kick your pants off,” Gail said quietly, still holding my cock with both hands.

I wiggled one leg out of my pants and underwear and let them rest on the floor, still on my other leg. Gail was straddling my legs and rubbing my cock. She kept one hand on my cock and placed the other behind my head, bent forward, and started to kiss me again… and Gail’s kisses were, for me, a form of making love. From when we first met her kissing was so soft, exploring, not full of slobber, clean, slowly yielding. I often told her she kissed with her heart. Now, here again, my heart and head were spinning, intoxicated with my wife… with seeing my friends on the next couch… and, the wine.

We continued to kiss as Gail moved further up on my legs. She was still fully clothed, I had been feeling her breasts through her dress. When her thighs were near my cock Gail raised her dress with one hand and used the other to bend my cock downwards placing the tip between the lips of her pussy. She moved enough to seat my cock at the entrance and began to apply pressure. She broke off the kiss and sat upright in readiness to slide down on my cock. I opened my eyes to watch. Gail had her head straight, eyes closed, and one hand on the back of the couch, the other on my chest. As I felt her pressure I looked down to watch it slide into her. The head of my cock was now in her. I couldn’t believe we were fucking in front of someone. Then it dawned on me and without thinking I whispered, “where are your underpants?” Gail didn’t stop but she opened her eyes and with no expression that I could read said, “I took them off.” I mulled over her answer for a second, “When?” I asked. She smiled ever so slightly, “Earlier, in the dance place.” She was still pressing her groin and my cock was halfway inside her. The intensity of her tightness caused me to close my eyes for some seconds. When I opened them Gail’s eyes were closed again. I asked, whispering, hoping Peter and Phyllis couldn’t hear me, “Why?” Gail opened her eyes again and looked down at me. Her face reddened slightly and a broad blotch of red started to grow on her neck. She was blushing, looking into my eyes, “Peter asked me to,” she barely whispered.

In spite of the excitement of the moment Gail’s answer caused a chill to run through me. I thought, could they really make so elaborate a plan, and include Gail. Gail had answered me, blushed, then closed her eyes again and commenced pressing me into her. She was wet inside and it didn’t take much to enter her completely. Gail sighed when her crotch came to rest at my balls. The feeling was intense and I finally closed my eyes in order to participate. I placed my hands on Gail’s waist as she started moving up and down. She would stop just moving around to feel me inside her, then slide back and forth on my legs, my cock touching her in other places when she didn’t raise herself. I opened my eyes again and looked toward the couch where Peter and Phyllis were. Peter’s eyes were closed, Phyllis was still sitting on him, his cock buried in her, not moving. She looked at me, the same smile outwardly carved on her face. Once again my paranoid thoughts took over and the wondering began anew. Gail had moved her right hand from the couch and she had it between her legs. She was touching herself while she rode me. She was trying hard to make me cum and I desperately did not want to disappoint her, but the thoughts kept cropping up. I could feel her orgasm nearing, and she started to sigh, “Ohhh, Ri,” and I could feel her fingers rubbing rapidly across her clit. As she started to orgasm there was a deep sigh, I felt her shiver then twitch and with each twitch I could feel a surge of wetness inside her. It was so beautiful, her face, eyes closed, a mask of pleasure. When she was finished she opened her eyes slowly and looked at me, ever so slightly smiling, and I loved and trusted her again. 

We looked over towards Phyllis and Peter. Gail was still completely dressed, you couldn’t see where we were joined. When Gail smiled Phyllis said, “That was beautiful.” Peter was looking at us as well but he was still interested in Phyllis and he started to rub both her breasts which were now exposed. When Phyllis twisted to kiss Peter, Gail turned toward me and kissed me again. My cock was still hard as stone, still completely inside her. After a few minutes Gail stopped kissing me and placed her mouth near my ear and whispered, “I want to make you cum love,” and slowly I felt her warm pussy rise off my cock. 

Gail slid down on the couch and was on her knees straddling my feet. My cock was in her hands and I could feel her breath on my thigh. She kissed and pulled and rubbed my cock with such affection and intensity that I had to look from time to time, and I marveled that this beautiful woman was so intent in my pleasure. Then I heard the grunts and “Ummphhs,” of Peter coming and Phyllis saying in a lusty voice, “shoot in me honey, shoot in me.” I didn’t even open my eyes. Gail continued to suck on and rub my cock against her face and neck. I heard rustling and I opened my eyes. I looked at Gail first and then Phyllis. Peter was gone. Phyllis was still watching us and touching herself.

Gail rose and placed her knees inside my legs then pushed my right leg out toward the floor. She then buried her head between my legs and started to kiss and suck the base of my cock. Soon she had her mouth on my balls and she was spreading my behind cheeks in an effort to get more access to my balls. She had never done this before. The feeling was exquisite, I raised my head to look at her, she was on her knees, her behind in the air.

Again I had a rush of thoughts; where had she learned this, why was she doing this, only to be quelled by another charge of senses and I was lost in the feeling once again.

How long I floated in this near to cumming state I don’t know, but I couldn’t come. Gail had moved up and was again sucking my cock and rubbing it against her face and neck. 

I felt her hand on my balls and it felt different. I opened my eyes and Phyllis was sitting on the floor beside the couch, her dress still around her waist. She had her arm beneath Gail’s leg, it was her hand touching my balls while she had her other hand between her legs playing with herself. Gail started to alternate between my cock and my balls. I felt Phyllis move and a moment later I opened my eyes to her breast poised at my mouth. She had moved in front of Gail and offered me her breast. My mouth reacted by instinct and I felt her large nipple running across my tongue. I suckled, I squeezed, Gail’s sucking was taking it’s toll and I felt my orgasm mounting. I felt Gail quicken, she sighed, probably sensing my getting ready to come. I tried to take more of Phyllis’ breast in my mouth, I rolled my head while sucking and I could feel Phyllis pushing closer. I opened my eyes briefly, then closed them again, then immediately opened them again. Just above my head was Peters black arm. At first I couldn’t figure it out then I realized he had his hand down the front of Gail’s dress and was fondling her breasts. My orgasm subsided. Thoughts ran rampant again, it took me a minute to settle down. Why not I thought, I was sucking his wife’s breast. 

The sucking and touching continued. Phyllis sighed and moaned from time to time, I couldn’t tell if it was from my sucking her breasts or her own hand. Gail sighed too, and I recalled the time when Peter had almost caused Gail to orgasm from playing with her breasts. I felt like I had been on my back for an hour but it was more like fifteen minutes. 

Phyllis moved to place both her breasts in my face and I could feel her rapidly touching herself, then slowing. I was buried between her breasts as I sucked one and squeezed the other. Gail was slowly steadily pumping her mouth over my cock in a fucking motion. I couldn’t see Peters arm but I could feel Gail press forward from time to time, probably pressing against his hand. The intensity started to mount again, and with it I sucked and squeezed harder on Phyllis’ breasts. As I felt myself getting closer Gail must have sensed it too. She jolted forward for a moment then started sucking more forcefully, it was so intense it almost hurt. Gail started to sigh, I heard her muffled “Aghhh,”. Then I felt the couch move and I opened my eyes. I could barley see around Phyllis’ breasts, I moved my head toward the back of the couch and a bolt of cold lightening shot through me. Peter was standing behind Gail, her dress lifted onto her back, both his hands on her hips, eyes closed, pumping into Gail. He was fucking her from behind and she was sucking me in rhythm to his thrusts. The sight caused me to instinctively groan. Gail thought I was coming and started sucking me harder. 

Then she started moaning, “Uhhh, mmminnn,” it came out as a hum, muffled from my cock in her mouth. She started jerking her body and whimpering, I recognized that she was cuming. The muffled whimpers sounded like little squeals, the sounds were so carnal, the scene so sensual that I felt the surge again. This time I thought I would cum. 

Gail sensed my participation. In spite of the fact that she had just cum and probably needed a rest, she sucked voraciously. I in turn sucked furiously on the breasts before me. In minutes Phyllis started making deep long sighs, “guhhh, guhhh, achhh, I could feel her hand moving across her clit, then she was cummimg and she collapsed upon me. Gail was sucking the side of my cock between little grunts. Then Gail wailed, “Ohh-agghhhh,” and her body stiffened. I thought it was because she was cumming but instead she started moving again. Peter was behind her steadily moving. Gail pushed her mouth downwards on my cock then stiffened again. I thought I had hurt her but she resumed sucking. I was aching, all I wanted to do was cum. Peter started to quicken his movement and soon he was thrusting deeply into Gail. Then he too grunted and started to cum. Gail tried to suck me and push against him at the same time. She was whimpering again, Peter was shouting, “Oh damn, agghhh, oh damn,” and with each damn he uttered he was thrusting forward shooting his come into Gail. From her whimpering, I knew she was having one of her prolonged orgasms and that triggered my orgasm. When I started to cum Gail quickly moved her mouth away and lay her head on my thigh holding my cock tightly. My cock began to erupt, gush after gush spewed high and landed all over her face and hair. I humped myself into her hand moaning from the intensity. After I stopped cumming Gail was still on her knees and whimpering softly. We remained like that for some minutes. Peter left the room. Phyllis moved to the side of the couch then slowly stood up and walked naked to the bathroom. I wiggled free from under Gail and rolled off the couch on my knees. I wanted to get the towel that had been on the Champagne. Gail needed to be cleaned. When I stood I placed my hand on Gail’s back. Her dress was still raised over her buttocks, I intended to pull it down but I looked first.

In shock I cried out, “Oh baby, no.” I’m sure my voice broadcast pain. Gail’s pussy was red and raw, and her behind was an open gaping hole, dripping cum. The sight tore at my heart, I ached for her, I was angry, and I quickly pulled her dress over her behind. I leaned my head on her lower back and wrapped my arm around her. “Oh love,” was all I could think of saying. 

Gail looked at me, smiling awkwardly. Cum was on her cheek and neck. She collapsed sideways on the couch and placed her hand on my thigh and asked, “was it nice for you baby?” I wanted to cry. I reached for the towel and tenderly wiped the stains away. My sweet lady, she lay spent and exhausted. I just wanted to get away from this room, from Peter and Phyllis. I quickly put my pants and shoes on and helped Gail stand, and hand in hand I led her from the room. As we passed the toilet, I heard the bath running. I didn’t call goodnight to them as we left the room.

When we arrived in our room Gail sprawled over the bed on her stomach. I ran a bath for her and rummaged through the bottles on the bath counter, and poured the bath oil into her water. I came back to the bed and lay beside her while waiting for the bath to fill. I put my face close to hers and whispered, “Are you all right.”

She managed a smile, “I’m fine,” she said. “I think I’m a little drunk.”

“Me too,” I said, and I placed my arm over her neck adding, “I love you love.” 

Still smiling she asked, “was it nice for you Ri?” 

“It was very nice love.” I answered.

Her smile broadened, “Good.”

I helped her undress and bathe. I sat on the bathtub ledge and scrubbed her with a cloth. I washed the cum leaking from her behind again and again. When she was bathed I shook powder all over her body and we both went to bed naked.

I didn’t answer the phone the next morning. We ordered breakfast in, then went back to bed. We awoke and cuddled and talked. When I finally had the courage to talk about last night I asked, “Did Peter and Phyllis plan anything with you last night?”

She looked at me questioningly, “No, not that I recall.”

I waited a full thirty seconds, “Why did you take your panties off for Peter?”

Gail didn’t answer. “To be honest with you, I don’t remember why.”

“Did he ask you to?”

“Yes, when we were dancing. He said he can’t understand how girls can stand the thongs in their behind. I told him we usually don’t notice it. When he asked if it is more comfortable without them I said yes. Then please take them off he asked. I laughed and said ok. When we left the dance floor he reminded me, so, I took them off. But, mostly because they were wet. I should not have worn silk. “

I continued to question Gail. “I thought you weren’t going to be with Peter again?” 

Gail replied, “I wasn’t. When you started with Phyllis I thought that was what you wanted.” 

Here I was attempting to shoehorn a coincidence or two into a conspiracy involving the three of them, and then I’m stunned with Gail’s simple response.

Peter called again at about noon.

“We’re on for lunch at 2 today, aren’t we?” 

“Yes, I said, “we’ll be down.”

“Good, We’re leaving tonight at about six.” Then he added, “Everything all right?” “We’re fine,” I said, but that was not true.

Lunch was a matter of motion. Gail didn’t feel any betrayal from last night so her reactions were friendly. I felt differently, which I am sure Peter noticed. We said our goodbyes in the hotel lobby. Phyllis prompted Gail to arrange our meeting when we returned through Monte Carlo, en route to Nice, at the end of our vacation. 

“I don’t know our schedule,” Gail answered truthfully, and looked toward me.

Phyllis looked at me, “Well?” was all she said.

“I’ll look over our schedule, ” I said, “I have your numbers if it can work.” 

The next evening was a surprise, a call from Giancomo. “Enjoying Portofino,” he asked. 

“That would be an understatement,” I replied.

“Do you and Gail have time for lunch tomorrow, with Gabriela and I”

“Of course, we would,” I immediately replied, not even thinking of asking Gail.

“How is Gail,” he asked. He must have sensed a pause so he added, “I heard she had some annoyance at a party.”

“No… nothing worth mentioning,” I said.

“I’m glad to hear that,” he responded, sounding sincere. “Till tomorrow then, your hotel at one.” 

“See you at one,” I said, and we rang off.

We greeted Giancomo and Gabriela like lost friends and they seemed just as delighted to see us. Lunch was in our hotel and, as was usual when he was around, we were provided a lot of attention. After lunch they were going by helicopter to a town in the interior of Portofino to the opening of a new hotel. Just before lunch was over Giancomo handed me a letter. “It’s our itinerary in December in Buenos Aires. We would love for you to join us, if you can.”

I looked at the dates, “I can certainly start working on it,” I said, December is usually a month of limited work travel. I’ll let you know about a week after I return.”

Gabriela and Gail watched the discourse from the moment he handed me the letter.

“That would be nice,” Giancomo added, then he rose and said, “Excuse me a few minutes I want to greet some friends,” and he walked to a table on the other side of the dining room and sat with an older couple that we has seen in the hotel almost every day. Gabriela smiled at me, “You get on well with Giancomo,” she said as a statement. 

“I hope so,” I responded. 

“You treat him she just right, that’s why he feels comfortable with you.” 

I just nodded and wondered if she knew the whole tale.

For the remaining days in Portofino we played tennis, toured a Yacht building company, visited the church at San Lorenza, went swimming in the cold but beautiful Paraggi Cove, visited Santa Margherita, and made love every day, sometimes twice. 

One day Gail asked, “How old do you think Nicholas is?” 

“Twenty,” I said, not mentioning that Wilhelm had told me.

Gail responded, “Yes, that’s right.” Then she added, “He acts like fifteen around me.” 

I didn’t respond. Gail continued.

“Do you mind if I invite Nicholas to the room, while you are playing.”

I smiled, looking at her but again didn’t comment.

“I think it would be fun to…,” she paused searching for words, “to tease him.

Still smiling I questioned “Do you think that’s smart?”

“I think that it can be done without being obvious, if that’s what you mean,” Gail said. “That’s what I mean,” I responded, nodding my head non-enthusiastically, and then adding, “It’s OK.”

As the days wound down we regretted having to leave. Our stay had been a delight but, we both agreed that we still preferred the Cote d Azur, France. Gail played tennis every day with Nicholas but waited to leave with me. I thought she had changed her mind about