0 comments/ 133510 views/ 6 favorites Gail Gathers a Crowd By: HADRIAN M If you haven't read our first posting(s) 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, small hips, long very shapely legs, small breasted, a picture perfect behind, light brown hair that blondes in the sun and just the loveliest large green eyes. This continues; we are on holiday in France and Monaco, just returning from three days on board a private yacht. We will stay a few days, see Monaco, visit an American friend that we know from last year and finish our holiday in Portofino. In our room at the Mirabeau I immediately went to the window to look over toward the yacht club but I couldn’t spot the boat we had been on, the Gabbiano Bianco. We headed out for lunch and the tour we had previously booked to see, and learn, Monaco history. After renting a cell phone at the hotel desk I called Peter, our American friend that we had met last year in France. We actually had only planned our stop in Monaco because they were here. Peter started asking questions about our boat trip but I begged off, “We are having lunch now, let’s discuss it at dinner tomorrow,” and we rang off after scheduling dinner. We would see each other during the day since he planned to watch us play tennis the next morning. Though Gail and I had not discussed it, I wondered if our meeting with Peter and Phyllis would be a repeat of last year. It was our first swap, which still managed to sexually excite me, or make me nauseous, depending on the moment. We finished lunch and taxied to the tour bus, during which we telephoned Tamara, the lady that we met in Cannes last week. We stood in a group of fourteen people waiting for the bus to leave while Gail continued to talk on the cell with Tamara. I stepped away to purchase a bottle of water and from the distance couldn’t help but admire my wife. She was wearing beige shorts - not tight on her legs, and an armless soft orange sheer silk blouse with a slip underneath, and brown flat open shoes. She was talking on the phone, oblivious of the attention she was drawing from the group waiting for the tour to start. We learned the many hundred-year history of the Principality, driving from place to place. The tour was wonderful, and when we finished we were invited and accepted to have dinner with a couple with whom we had exchanged so many comments during the tour. They were from Canada, in their late thirties, on holiday the first time in France. The lady, Eva, was small, blonde, very shapely which she seemed to work hard to show. Her husband Alex was tall, trim and obviously taken by Gail. While Eva talked she constantly touched me whereas Alex was polite with Gail to the extreme. They were staying on Princess Grace Street, just twenty some odd doors from our hotel so we taxied back together. Before we left they invited us to join then for dinner, and we accepted. We had planned to meet at our hotel When they arrived Alex suggested a large informal restaurant almost on the end of Blvd. Italie. He had been there his first night in Monte Carlo. The food was good, and the tile floor echoing the voices of a full restaurant made it seem busy and comfortable. As the evening wore on Gail and I reached to cover our glass when more wine was offered. As was our habit, we did not drink much the night before we had a serious tennis match. Gail and I wee playing the next day and we had a serious bet with one another. Alex asked if we would mind their stopping by the next day, to watch us play. Of course we concurred. When we were almost finished with dinner a four piece band began to play and a few tables close to the bandstand were moved to make a dance floor. I danced once with Gail and once with Eva as did Alex. Back at the table I suggested “We had better call it a night.” Alex was disappointed but understood. He reached for Gail’s hand saying, “Hate to see it break up so soon?” Gail blushed, even her chest spotted, and she looked to me smiling, but I knew the smile was discomfort. We all left and the taxi dropped us off first at the Mirabeau. Gail readied for bed in a t-shirt and we stood by the window arms around one another, enjoying the view of Monte Carlo. Gail asked, “Have you decided what we are betting on the game tomorrow? “I’m glad you are worried about losing,” I said. She replied, “I might just surprise you,” she said, “I have incentive.” Then I added, “You just may like what I was considering.” She gave me her inquisitive look, eyes a squinting smile, “Are you planning to ask me to be with a man while you watch,” she questioned. I weighed my answer, wanting to induce her to talk about what happened on our boat trip. “I intend to make the most of my win” I said, squeezing her to me, “I wasn’t particularly focused on sex,” I lied, “but who knows. I guess I couldn’t ask something like that even if I wanted to.” Her response was a questioning “Oh, why can’t you ask that?” We had discussed why I thought it would be exciting to see her make love with another man. I had already seen her the time she was with Peter, but Gail discounted that. She insisted that I was more excited with his wife, Phyllis, and her performing oral sex with me. For Gail, the fact that she had been fucked to crashing orgasm by Peter, did not count. If she knew that I had surreptitiously seen her with other men, maybe she would think differently, be more open with me. I knew that she was jealous if I showed interest in another woman, so that scenario was out. Though truth be told, I had no interest in any women other than Gail. Except Francoise, when Gail was treating me poorly. We moved to the bed and cuddled a while, then Gail turned over and spooned close to me, and we slept like lovers. We were at the courts with time to spare. Our friend, who had arranged and booked the court, was waiting at the end of the entry, a towel around his neck, looking like he had been playing. He looked taller and more fit, in his tennis clothes. His face had a bad burn which extended partly into his hair. I was embarrassed that I did not remember his name, but a few minutes later I heard his friend call him Renzo. Gail looked at him appreciatively when they shook hands. What we saw of the club was spectacular. For a tennis aficionado it was almost a religious experience just walking into the club. He walked us to the courts and we were surprised to see our own small cheering section. Peter and Phyllis were there already chatting with Alex and Eva, and both the men we had met through Giancomo, that had arranged the permission to play. Peter had a very official looking camera hanging around his neck. We often play on clay at home in Chile so we knew what to expect. Our friend Renzo took the umpire’s chair and officiated. The game went well. I won the first set 6-3 while our friend’s ohh’d and ahhh’d for Gail at every well played point. She was playing full out, scrambling, but always managed to look graceful. Gail’s long tanned legs looked wonderful against the simple white tennis dress she always wore. More onlookers were gathering. At one moment I remembered thinking how very lucky I am to have such a lovely wife. The onlookers grew and into the second set I relaxed and wound up in a tiebreak. A crowd had gathered. We play well together and it’s nice for a club player to watch us, but I had no doubts that as much of the interest was in watching Gail. Catching up with the points I had to spot on the tiebreak made it too difficult for me, and Gail won the second set. The crowd let out a roar that sounded more like a hundred. I took control of the last set and when I returned her second serve for my winning point, our friends clapped, but they were applauding her effort. We met at the net and Gail stretched to kiss me, “Almost got you didn’t I?” she chided. “You most certainly did,” I answered, “I’m very proud of you…” She interrupted, “Love me?” “I most definitely do.” I said. Gail smiled, “That’s all I need, you won the bet.” And we walked toward our friends. We sat in a group in the lounge, Gail and I shared a not very cold beer. Peter continued to rant about our prowess. Phyllis was sitting beside me and Renzo was to my right. I thanked him for arranging the court. “Not to be thanked,” he said. “You both play well, I did not know the level of your play. Would you like to play again, maybe doubles?” I jumped to respond, “We love doubles, you just tell us when.” “I’ll see what my girlfriends schedule is and then I will call you.” He said. We sat around, sharing jokes and talking for twenty minutes. Peter informed us that he had invited Alex and Eva to join us this evening at dinner. Gail and I wanted to get back to the hotel and out of our wet clothes. We excused ourselves and Renzo offered to drive us back to the Mirabeau. We showered and were getting ready for the palace tour we had planned for the afternoon. “So, my love,” Gail said, “Have you decided what you will win?” She was standing in front of the mirror putting on her makeup. She was wearing the blue lace panties that had no elastic around her legs. She noticed my admiring glance and smiled. I answered her earlier question, “Actually I do have some ideas but, “and I hesitated a long while, “this is an opportunity I want to use well. But tell me, you will do whatever I ask… right?” She looked at me through the mirror, smiling provocatively, “That’s the bet I made,” She said. I added, “I have to decide. I’m playing with whether I want an active or passive win.” Gail’s response was to stop applying her beauty work and look at me with her, I am thinking smile. When we left for the tour, Gail was dressed in a short blue and yellow dress that buttoned down the front, the lower two buttons were open which allowed her to show her lovely legs. When we finished the tour we walked to the taxi line and entered a Mercedes taxi. Gail slid into the middle and I sat behind the driver. The front seats were separated and Gail’s left leg was resting on mine, and slightly apart. The young driver didn’t hesitate to look, again and again. Though Gail maintained just enough primness to make it look like she was not showing herself, when she glanced to me she was blushing, a slight smile showing that she knew what he could see. She whispered to me, “You like?” I mouthed “I love.” As we readied for dinner that evening I commented. “Wonder what this restaurant is like? Gail responded, “Knowing Peter you can be sure…,” she let the rest of the sentence die as she concentrated on selecting her dress. Then she continued, “I wish we didn’t have guests.” My heart started racing, I wondered if that was her cue that she had considered a repeat with Peter and Phyllis. She interrupted my thoughts, “I am uncomfortable with Alex,” she said. “Why, I asked. I had only seen him being courteous to her. Gail answered. “When we danced at… he was actually rude.” How I asked. Gail turned to look at me, “He almost immediately started pushing his leg between mine. We weren’t there a minute and he was rubbing on me, and he was hard.” I exclaimed questioningly, “Really?” Gail responded softly, “Really…yes really.” We met for dinner at the Amici Miei, back in the port. Peter an Alex were standing at the bar. They greeted us warmly. Alex was starring at Gail while she and Peter exchanged quips. More like boring into her with his eyes. I marveled at her easy exchange with Peter, for he was very quick and clever with words. When she was comfortable with someone you saw her wit, her intelligence. Otherwise she was shy, answering questions but rarely joining the exchange. The ladies came back from the restrooms. Eva looked elegant and sexy. Phyllis was simply ravishing and Peter noticed my appreciative gaze. She wore a grey dress with straps around her neck but the front was open and her cleavage was deep, almost revealing. She kissed my cheek and leaned in just enough for me to feel her against my arm. Men and women in the restaurant were looking at her. With the three women together I made a quick appraisal. Gail was wearing a pair of beige silk slacks. Not tight but they hugged her bottom beautifully, it looked like there was nothing underneath. The green and gold blouse she wore was the gift from Gabriela and Giancomo, and she looked the conservative beauty. We were escorted to a table on the patio that overlooked the port and the mountain with the palace on top. The food and wine flowed, for hours. Peter filled us in on his year past and we did the same. He explained to Alex and Eva how we ran upon one another on Giancomo’s boat. Peter was full of questions about our stay on the boat, where did we go, do we have plans to meet again, and more. After dinner Peter wanted us to see the apartment he had rented, so we jammed into his car and wound up in his huge eighth floor three bedroom apartment looking out over the lighted city. Two of the bedrooms, also with balconies, were on the side of the building facing toward San Remo, also an enchanting view of Monte Carlo. The apartment was tastefully decorated in Italian furniture. Peter went to prepare drinks and Eva offered to help. Gail and Phyllis were on the balcony of one of the bedrooms and Alex I were sitting on a long modern leather couch. Ten minutes went by when Phyllis came out of the kitchen with two drinks in her hand. She had one for Gail but stopped to speak with me on the way back. She sat beside me on the couch. “Ri, Gail says that you will be in Portofino for about a week.” She stated. “I thought we would run up and visit with you. If Peter is busy, I will stay for a few days. She says you have some trips planned.” All I was concentrated on was that if Phyllis bent forward any further I might see her nipples. Finally I answered, “Yes we have two trips planned.” “We were invited by friends of Giancocmo’s, I guess we will find out the plans when we are there, and let you know.” Alex had left a few moments after Phyllis sat beside me. Just at that moment I realized his absence. Phyllis continued, “Please let me know. Even if it is for a day or two, we have really been looking forward… I should say I have so been looking forward to your getting here.” I looked at Phyllis realizing that she was not flirting. She genuinely liked our company. “Let me get this wine to Gail,” she said, and rose to go toward the rear bedroom, I followed her. The door was open and you could see through to the balcony. Alex was standing at the balcony edge, Gail was in front of him looking out over the city and it looked like he had his hands on her shoulders. Phyllis set the stage for her entry, announcing, “Mademoiselle, Monsieur, your drinks…” and she stepped onto the balcony. I didn’t continue into the bedroom. I stepped back out and walked toward the kitchen. Peter was not to be seen, but I heard a noise in the butler’s pantry so I crossed the room and peered into the pantry. Eva was standing smiling inches from Peter and he was saying something, not quite whispering, but I still could not make it out. She turned to look at me and like an idiot I said, “Oh, excuse me,” and I turned to leave. Peter hadn’t seen me but he heard me, and just as I departed he called out, “Rian … Rian, take a minute, come here.” I turned back and peered into the pantry again. They were both in the same position as before but looking at me now. I walked in and noticed that Eva looked pretty well toasted. Peter said, “Ri, Eva said she and Alex are party fiends when on holiday.” “That’s interesting,” I commented. Peter continued “She says she has never been with a black man.” I nonchalantly responded, “I’m told that in the dark you can’t tell.” “Now where would you get that kind of faulty information? “ Peter said, laughing. I answered, “Gail told …” and I stopped realizing what I had done. Peter turned to me quickly giving me a most very stern unfriendly look.” I felt the total fool; I could feel my face reddening. I did not know whether Eva picked it up but I apologized to Peter with a friendly pat on his shoulder and left them to their diddling or whatever. Back at the bedroom Gail, Phyllis and Alex were still on the balcony chatting. I joined them and went directly to stand beside Gail. She placed her arm in mine and gently leaned against me. They continued chatting for some few minutes then Gail said to me, “You know Ri, we had better get back if we intend to play tomorrow.” Phyllis observed, “Oh no, leaving…are you playing again tomorrow?” I knew we did not have a booked court but in support of Gail I answered, “You know we’d stand in line all night for a good doubles game.” Phyllis added, “Who are you playing with?” “Renzo is lining it up for us,” I said. And soon afterwards we said our goodbyes and for some reason we both felt closer to Peter and Phyllis. I told Peter I would call him during the day tomorrow to organize something. Peter called a taxi and we left with goodbye hugs. We were made honest again. A message was on our phone with a copy under the door. Renzo had called. ‘I have booked doubles for 11: to 12:30 tomorrow. If it is convenient we will meet there. If not please call my mobile any time … and his number.’ Gail and I were thrilled. When we were in bed we held hands and talked. “I am so glad you came to the balcony when you did. I was so embarrassed,” Gail said. I asked, “Embarrassed, why?” That he would just come up and put his hands on me. I was appalled. Who does he think …” she let it end. “I know love, that’s why I followed to look for you. He seems to be lusting after you.” I said. Gail questioned, “Ri, tell me, do I give the impression that just anyone could touch me?” I responded, “I may have given reason…you don’t usually, but I’m sure they’d all like to… anyway that’s their style, we both don’t like it so let’s not visit with them again.” We lay holding hands for five minutes without a word. “I did well today, didn’t I Gail said. “Very well, I said. You really took me by surprise the second set.” Then Gail almost whispered, “Wonder how Renzo plays?” Then, again after a pause she asked, What do you mean by “…I may have given reason? I explained what happened with Eva and Peter. The ‘uuhhh’ was when Gail sucked in air. “Ri, how could you…?” she let it drag out. “I’m so sorry,” I said, and then added, “I only hope that she was as drunk as she acted and it passed unnoticed. Peter was livid with me.” Gail whispered, “good.” I rolled to my side and placed my arm across her. I started kissing her cheek. When she turned her head I began to kiss her mouth, and then rose up enough to place my head above hers. I took her tongue in my mouth and probed and moved my lips over the whole of her mouth. I was hard with anticipation. She placed her hands on my head and face and returned my kiss and we continued. I was pushing my hardness against her thigh and feeling very intense. I don’t know what prompted my kiss but it was not often that we kissed with such passion. Maybe I was trying to copy the lust I had seen when she had kissed Giancomo. Gail sensed something too. When we stopped and I was lying beside her again she whispered, “I love you Ri,” and maybe five minutes later, “Good night.” Again our friends were there to watch. We were at the court when Renzo walked in with his partner. He introduced us to Paulina, he pronounced it Pow-au-lien-a, a doe eyed girl in her mid twenties with her dark brown hair in a short cut, about Gail’s height, almost boyish, who couldn’t have weighed more then fifty kilos. I would gladly have stood by just looking at her for the next hour. We went to gear up and she chatted with Gail for a moment. At the bench Gail informed me that Paulina suggested. “Renzo says you play well, maybe we can challenge the boys to some outrageous bet.” I laughed. Gail added, “She’s really nice.” Gail Gathers a Crowd As we walked to the court Renzo said, “Losers buy dinner.” I nodded, “a deal.” The game commenced. Renzo was powerful, super controlled. A better player than I was, I thought. Paulina was everywhere, scampering for everything. I thought Gail was a better player then Paullina but in truth as partners we were pretty evenly matched. Renzo played the sidelines like a pro, and Gail’s well placed shots were chased to the last. Renzo was just slightly restrained when serving and playing to Gail and I did the same with Paulina. In spite of the roars, and our friends, the players concentrated on the game and we went to three sets, losing to Renzo and Paulina but having enjoyed the loss. We sat with our friends drank beer and chatted in the lounge. I complimented Renzo on his game and Paulina told me that he had started as a pro tennis player until he decided to try racing. I believe it, I thought. Renzo was not shy but he seemed reserved, and he held his conversation with others, including Peter, to brief repartee. With Gail and me he talked at length. Alex was there with his wife still eyeing Gail, but Gail was ensconced between me and Renzo. Peter informed me that he had organized dinner, and I told him we had to pass. He looked at me questioningly for a moment, and then said he would call me later. Before we left I cornered Peter and Phyllis and commented, “we’re having dinner with Renzo, but you have to know that Gail is very uncomfortable with Alex. Let’s plan tomorrow just the four of us.” Peter said, “Sorry, I should have sensed it,” and we parted comfortable with one another. Renzo and Paulina drove us back to the hotel. He had the new mini, and he zipped through the Monte Carlo streets like he were racing the Grand Prix. We scheduled dinner at 20:30 with him picking us up at the hotel. Back in the room we both sprawled out on the bed. What with an exhausting game and the beer we were tired. “He plays well… it would be nice to have a partner like that at home. I’d improve.” “Hmmm…” was Gail’s response. “That really was fun. They’re both nice,” she declared. I jumped up to shower and she did the same. “Me First,” she said. “No. I was first. But I’ll let you share.” We showered together. I soaped her, she soaped me. Afterward we lay on the bed wrapped in towels and robes. She skewered herself so we were toe to head, and I started on her feet. Before long I was touching her thighs, lifting and looking between her legs. I turned her onto her stomach exposing her behind and started to cuddle and kiss her. Parting her legs I kissed between her thighs, and then rose leaning on the cheeks of her behind to expose her back hole. It was so erotic seeing her back hole open a bit when I would press or lean downward against her cheeks. I lay across her back and stretched to kiss her, my cock resting between her buttocks. I kissed her mouth, continued to her neck and finally I rose slightly to place my cock between her legs. She moved and raised herself enough to meet me and my cock slowly entered her. She was flat on her stomach, both arms bent bedside her breasts, my whole body covering her, keeping her warm. I inched in, moving back out then in again, waiting for her to accommodate me. When I was fully in her I placed my arms on her side. I was in her as deeply as I could get. “Maybe I should make this my wish, my bet.” I said. She questioned, “What, this moment or making love?” I answered, “This feeling.” It is just so sensual, I’d like to be here forever.” “Me too,” Gail laughed, and I could feel the laugh in her pussy, through my cock. That evening I watched Gail dress. She took great care with her makeup, and she wore a red flowered wrap-around armless dress. It was not tight but for some reason you could see it clinging to her body and you knew she was naked underneath. A string of pearls was the only jewelry. She did not wear stockings and her low heeled shoes were open. When we walked from the elevator that evening Gail looked like a cloud floating across the hall. Renzo and Paulina were waiting in the lobby. Paulina wore an above the knees skirt and a blouse that just reached the top of her skirt. The blouse was loosely tied over the shoulders and cut low under the arms. She was obviously small breasted but you could see the bump of nipples and I knew I would spend the rest of the evening trying to see her breasts or her belly. She looked like a teenager. Her big eyes and pouting lips were about the most sensual I had ever seen. “The only reservation they had available was for 21:30 so we have time,” Renzo said. “Good, lets have a drink here first,” I replied. We made for the bar, all eyes upon Gail and Paulina walking in front of us. Gail’s looked at me when the waiter came, wondering if I would order a bottle of wine. Renzo suggested, “You know, this bar is known for their Long Island Tea, French style.” “We’ve had that Gail said, but I don’t remember what is in it.” The waiter informed her and we all ordered Long Island Tea. We talked tennis. I chatted with Paulina she said she had interest in a Hair Saloon and in an Art Gallery. She was born in Germany, her parents were French and Italian, and she studied Interior Design in France and, of all places, San Francisco, and. Renzo later said she spoke four languages. Renzo’s talk was all tennis. He regularly attended Roland Garros, had been to Wimbledon a few times, he started tennis as a child and actually was to start the pro tour when he landed a spot on a racing team. An accident while driving had burned his face and arm. He seemed so nice that after half an hour I didn’t see the burns. We had two rounds of drinks and when we stood up to leave I could definitely feel the influence. Renzo asked Paulina for her mobile. We were late and he wanted to make sure we did not lose the reservation. “I’ll go to the concierge for the telephone number, excuse me,” he said. We were already ten minutes late. When Renzo returned he was speaking on the mobile phone in French, frantically. I gathered he was having trouble. I touched his arm, whispering “If we are too late don’t worry. We have wanted to try the restaurant here.” Renzo smiled, “expensive, I was taking you to a simple restaurant, but very good.” “Today we are too late, next time we can go there,” I said. In the half empty dining room they seated us for display. Waiters fussed over us from the moment we entered and the girls were the center of attention. Gail and Renzo shared conversation as did I with Paulina but there was no whispering or intimacies shared. I did look at Paulina carefully and We laughed a lot and upon leaving decided that we were having too good a time to call it a night. Renzo recommended that the Club house where we played tennis had a nice discothèque so we headed for the parking garage. As we were about to get into his car Paulina grabbed my arm pulling me toward the front. “You ride with Renzo, we girls like to be chauffeured,” she said. The bar was busy with people moving about, everyone sizing up the other, lots of profiling by men and women. Our girls received more then a fair share of the attention. As soon as we had our drinks Paulina asked me to dance with her, then she leaned toward Gail and whispered something. They both laughed. When the next song played we continued dancing and Renzo walked onto the dance floor holding Gail’s hand. After a few minutes we lost sight of them. Paulina nestled against me and we danced closely. We exchanged a few words but we both seemed more intent on being near. She looked up at me at one point and smiled. I don’t know what I read in her smile but I could feel myself twinge and I was getting hard. Paulina adjusted her leg and I became even more excited. When she looked at me again, still pressed against me, she said, “I can feel you,” then placed her head back on my shoulder. When we returned to our table Gail and Renzo were still dancing. I moved my chair beside Paulina facing the dance floor. She immediately placed her hand on my lap, then looking at me, said, “Are you still hard? I looked at her and nodded, yes. She smiled, and said, “That’s nice, I’m excited too.” Some minutes later she excused herself to go to the ladies room. I rose to move her chair and watched her as she walked away. When she was out of sight I started for the men’s room. When I returned, rounding the corner to our table, it was still empty. I turned toward an outside area where couples were coming and going and walked toward a little pond with lights. Halfway there I looked up at a small footbridge and noticed that Gail and Renzo, were at the foot of the bridge on the other side, and kissing. He was bending toward her, she had her hand on his back, and his hand was low on her back pressing her to him. My heart began racing and I could feel my face flush. I felt jealous, but not angry, and in the back of my mind it opened the door to my being more forward with Paullina. I know I should have expected it but it still came as a surprise. I walked back to the table and Paulina was there, a strange man was leaning on the table asking her to dance. I sat beside her and she said, “Sorry, I took too long? “she said, with her lovely accent. She commented, “Not a problem.” Just as I started to make a comment she looked up smiling as Renzo and Gail appeared. They stood beside the table for a moment, and then Gail walked to sit with Renzo across the table. Paullina said to Gail, “It is very jolly here, no?” Gail, nodded “Yes, very nice,” and we sipped at our drinks for a few minutes in what looked like a mutual understanding not to order another round. I stood, touched Paullina’s arm and said “Excuse me… “then I looked across the table to Gail, hands outstretched in invitation, “the last dance with my date?’ On the dance floor Gail pressed close. “Enjoying, I asked. “Very… are you?” We had to speak loudly, over the noise. “Yes,” I said as I put my hands on Gail’s behind, squeezing her to me a little to forcefully. “Paulina is beautiful, isn’t she?” Gail asked. “Not more then my wife,” I replied. “I saw you dancing,” Gail said. “did she excite you?” “Yes”, I answered. “Did she notice you were excited?” Gail asked. After a pause, “Yes, she did.” I answered, then continuing, “How about you, you were out a long time. Did he get hard dancing with you?” She moved her head to look at me, smiling, “Yes.” I continued, “Was it exciting?” She answered, “Flattering… yes, exciting too.” “Did he try to touch you?” I asked. “Just holding me like you are holding me now,” she answered. I continued, “that’s all?” “Yes, not much opportunity on a dance floor, is there?” I stopped questioning. I wouldn’t bring up having seen them kiss, at least not now. We were silent a while then I asked, “Do you want this to continue?” She raised her head again and was looking right into my eyes. My ever so beautiful wife, I felt a love tug at my heart. “I don’t know.” She said, still looking at me while we danced, then added, “what do you think?” She left it up to me, and for some reason, which I still can not fathom, I said, “We can invite them up for a drink when we get to the hotel.” Gail moved her head again to look at me. “Yes,” was all she said. After a good ten seconds she added, “They are really both so nice”, with emphasis on the really. I thought it the right time so I asked, “Oh”, tell me love, what was it Paulina said to you when we rose to dance, when you both laughed.” Gail had to think for a moment, then smiling, laughing actually, she said, “She said, the only way to get both these retards going is to prendre l initiative” , Gail repeated Paulina’s French words, take the initiative. We laughed together. Then, in as light of tone as possible, I asked, “Did you take the initiative on the dance floor?” Gail stopped to look at me, and then replied with a teasing tone, “Apparently I must have, he was certainly hard, as hard as you were.” We returned to the table smiling and made ready to leave. Renzo drove and I sat beside him. Just moments out of the parking I half turned toward Paulina and asked both her and Renzo. “Can we invite you up for a last drink,” then looking towards Gail and trying to sound spontaneous, “Wouldn’t that be nice love?” Gail responded, “Yes, please do, that would be nice.” It was 1:30 when I asked room service for a cheese plate and wine. I turned on the radio then sat shoeless on the bed propped against the headboard. Room service had turned down the bed and propped two pillows on each side. We were chatting tennis when Paulina asked Gail about her outfit. Then she commented how she had trouble finding attractive tennis shirts because she was so small breasted. “I have the same problem,” Gail said. Paulina smiled, “Not the same,” she said. “I’m the smallest they make,” she was pointing to her breasts. Then Gail added, “Ri always says the smaller they are the more elegant the lady.” “Paulina turned toward me gleefully, “Do you really say that?” “Yes I do,” I replied. Paulina rose and took the two steps toward the bed, lowered her face and quickly kissed me on the mouth, declaring, “I love your man,” looking at Gail as she spoke. I think I may have shown a bit of surprise because both Gail and Renzo were smiling at me. Renzo added, “I agree, they are more stylish.” “You are both just saying that,” she said. Both Renzo and I assured her it was how we felt. Paulina pressed on, “Now you are stuck.” We all looked at her questioningly. Did she miss a word in English? “How are we stuck asked Renzo?” She ignored Renzo, and with one hand on her hip and the other beneath her breast she mockingly said, “Ri, who is more elegant, Gail or me?” I know I blushed, Gail sputtered with laughter, but Paulina stood there insisting on an answer. “Well it’s hard to say… I can’t … well Gail is my wife so…” and with a flash of movement Paulina pulled the tie on both shoulders and lowered her blouse to show her breasts. They were beautiful, small, the brown crown just a brief circle, but her nipples were sticking out like the tip of my finger. “Now you can tell” she said, smiling. I sat their like a child, not knowing how to respond, “They are beautiful,” I whispered, my only response. Paulina continued, gesturing her hand toward the chairs where Gail and Renzo were sitting, “Gail, we can see if you are more elegant…no, you show us too? Gail immediately blushed, but to my utter surprise she said, “Sure, we can see,” and she sat forward to undo her dress. Paulina instructed Renzo in French to help Gail and he moved behind her to undo the four buttons on the back of her dress. He helped her slide it from her back, and in the process touched her as long as he could. As Gail slithered out of her dress I felt my cock harden. She sat on the edge of the chair, so beautiful, showing herself, blushing down to her neck. Paulina sighed, looking at Gail, “Now, that is beautiful.” Before the mood could change Paulina said, “so I am most elegant, and Gail is most beautiful, now you must see…” and she started to reach for her breast but stopped, “No, you do it Ri.” she said. She took my hand and started to place it on her breast, but before she did she looked toward Gail and Renzo. Renzo was smiling, Gail, with a slight smile topless and blushing had the wrap on her dress open to her thigh. Paulina placed my hand on her breast and said, “touch my nipples, and see, that is where I am special.” And I did, first one then the other, and they grew between my fingers, and then grew more, like little sensitive cocks sticking out begging for attention. Gail and Renzo watched, not saying a word, not moving. Paulina climbed on the bed and knelt between my legs in front of me and smiled, “beautiful?” she asked, questioningly. “Beautiful,” I said and at the same time she offered her breast forward and touched my head for me to take it in my mouth. I took her whole breast in my mouth and could feel the nipple extended against my tongue, I placed it gently between my teeth, and I felt the flat of her hand rubbing my cock through my pants. I was riveted to her breast for what may have been seconds or minutes when I finally took pause and looked toward Gail. Renzo was standing behind her chair, his hands around Gail and on her breasts; both were staring at Paulina and me. My eyes locked with Gail’s, she wasn’t smiling any longer but she seemed absorbed in Renzo’s attention. Paulina sensed my pause and turned to look toward Renzo as well. She softly spoke, “Come here you two, sit beside us on the bed”, and she patted the bed beside me. Gail raised her head to peer backwards at Renzo with a hint of a smile, he removed his hands from her breast and they moved toward the bed. As they were moving to the bed Paulina stepped off and stood beside the chair removing her skirt. Her body was perfect, her legs long, strong and tanned, and she hiked up her black sheer panties looking at me seductively. “Elegant? She questioned, “I shook my head several times before I said, “Lovely.” Gail was standing beside the bed, her dress around her waist. She looked at Paulina then back to Renzo who was now sitting beside me on the bed, removing his shoes. Paulina came beside the bed and reached to unbuckle my pants. I didn’t help; I looked toward Gail as she started climbing on the bed. She sat between Renzo’s legs, as Paullina had been with me. Paulina continued to fumble with my pants without success. Then she moved away and said, “Rian, s’il vous plait… and beckoned me with both hands, as she backed up to the chair where Gail had been sitting. I stood and when I was close she again reached for my belt to remove my pants. At the same time I reached down to touch her breasts with both hands. She sat back ready to welcome my first effort at being forward. I was now leaning over her, my face at the top of her head. I kissed her hair lightly and said, “Just a moment, I’ll be right back,” and I walked to the bathroom. I was just minutes using the toilet, and washing my hands, I splashed cool water on my face and returned, the towel still in my hand. Now Gail was stretched out on the bed with her back to me, the top of her dress rumpled around her waist, the lower wrap open exposing her legs. Renzo was stretched full length beside her, facing her, he had removed his pants during my absence, and was in his briefs. They were kissing, his left hand was under her and resting on her back, and he was touching her breast with his right hand. Paulina was sitting in the chair watching. When I walked across the room she rose then beckoned me to sit in the chair, and she sat in my lap. We started touching and watching, she seemed as interested as I was in looking at Gail and Renzo. Her nipples were erotic, a joy to suck on, they hardened and thickened with each touch. I looked toward Gail again. She had her legs open, her left leg resting on Renzo’s leg. He seemed to be pushing his groin toward her and I wondered if he had his cock out. Paulina turned to look as well. We both watched mesmerized by their play of passion. Paulina rose, walked to the bed and lay beside Gail on the few inches of space that remained. She pressed her breasts on Gail’s back then reached over Gail and put her hand between them. Though I couldn’t see, I felt certain she had taken Renzo’s cock in her hand. She continued moving her hand between the two of them, doing something. Gail and Renzo were kissing again. Paulina took her hand from between them and took hold of Renzo’s behind, pulling him toward her, urging him to move on top of Gail. As he rolled Paulina moved from the edge of the bed. Renzo was now on top of Gail, hunched at the waist pressed into her. I was hard, I’m sure I was dripping, but I still had not opened my pants. Paulina moved to the back of the bed and leaned forward placing both her hands on Renzo’s behind. First over his briefs, then under, rubbing his cheeks, feeling his thighs and then her hand dropped beneath him, still rubbing and touching, Gail I assumed. When Paullina took her hands out she leaned well forward, I thought to climb on the bed, and instead she took hold of Renzo’s briefs and removed them. Gail continued kissing, her right arm resting flat on his back pressing him to her. I could now see Renzo’s balls and the hair between his legs. Again Paulina leaned forward, both arms disappearing beneath them. This time she inched her arms out with Gail’s panties trailing behind, and as when the panties were near her knees, Gail moved her legs closer to accommodate taking them off. Renzo stopped kissing and hunched up a bit to allow his mouth to kiss her breasts. Gail moved both hands to hold his head. He was hunched over her in a fucking position while he ravished her right breast with his hand and her left breast with his mouth. Gail was propped high on the pillow, her eyes closed, and her head thrown slightly back. Paulina was leaning forward with one hand on the cheek of Renzo’s behind and the other hand buried beneath them, she was touching one then the other, though I couldn’t see exactly where. I was glued to the chair. At one point I did see Renzo’s cock in her hand and I remember feeling relieved that it was not in Gail. Gail Gathers a Crowd Then Paullina leaned forward and placed her head between Renzo’s legs, kissing the inside of his thighs and the back of his balls. My heart was racing. Her head and hands disappeared. Gail sighed in a breathy “Ohhh”, her hands still holding his head. When Gail momentarily opened her eyes she fixed her gaze upon me. Her face was just above the back of Renzo’s head, both her hands holding his head, her eyes glassy and distant, like she didn’t recognize me. We stared for maybe ten or fifteen seconds, as the scene before me burned into my memory. Some sensation caused her to draw her head back, her eyes rolled, then closed, and she was again caught up in her passion. My heart beat faster but it was not in lust, it seemed more like in fear. Gail started to roll her head back and forth, whether from Renzo, or what Paullina was doing, I could not tell. Paullina was kissing and sucking Renzo’s balls, her hands busy beneath them. and then she moved her head sideways so I could see her face, and there was Renzo’s cock in her mouth, long and thin causing her mouth to pooch where the head was pressing. When she moved her mouth away her hand took his cock and fumbled underneath, then Paullina raised her head. At that moment I saw Renzo clench his behind in a thrusting motion and Gail whispered a long breathy, “ahhhhh”, hunching her hips ever so slightly as he slowly slid his cock into her. From the side of Gail’s leg I could see she was pushing upward as he pressed forward into her. Her face was tense, attentive, as if she were anticipating his thrust. She looked so beautiful and though my cock was throbbing in readiness, my heart was racing, the intensity of the moment he entered her made me feel sick, and jealous. Paulina turned to me and may have noticed my uncertainty. She just reached out her hand and said, Here,” and I rose and stood behind her at the edge of the bed. She moved sideways and said, “Look how beautiful,” and I looked down at Renzo’s cock sliding out of Gail, glistening, it kept coming out, and when he was out I could see he was not circumcised. As he pushed in again the head of his cock uncovered. Gail’s pussy seemed to simply allow it in, she was ready for him, and it just disappeared into her without the slightest movement of her pussy lips. It was so erotic that my cock started to jerk. I grabbed myself squeezing hard and quickly moved to the bathroom. I would have come in my pants if I had continued watching a moment more. I was barley away a minute or two when Gail started to moan, “Yes… do it…oh yesss, ohhh” I stepped out and standing at the bathroom door watched Gail humping upwards as Renzo continued to plunge into her in long slow strokes. Gail opened her eyes momentarily to look at him as he continued to pump into her. Paulina was now on the other side of the bed, lying sideways, looking at them. Renzo was propped up on his arms and I could see the palm of Paulina’s hand making circles on Gail’s breast. Renzo bent forward as Gail again said “Yesss…ohhh, do it, yesss.” He fixed his mouth over Gail’s, loosely; I could see them trying to suck one another’s tongue, licking each others mouth, trying to get their tongues deeper. They continued fucking while I stood frozen in fear and lust. They ignored me. Paullina looked up at me blankly, then back to the passion of the two lovers. I don’t remember how long I stood there. Gail lowered her hands to the cheeks of Renzo’s behind pulling him into her in rhythm with his thrusts. Her moaning and sighs were almost constant. “Ahhhh, then as he would be deep in her she would whisper, “Yesss, do it, do it,” humping up into him as she spoke. I could not see his cock sliding into her, and I was afraid to stand behind them for fear I would react as earlier. After what seemed forever Gail’s started to sigh, “Ahhhh’ with each inward thrust. They quickened the pace, Gail’s husky voice saying “Yesss, yesss, do it… yesssss do it,” was coupled with her raising her hips forcefully as she started to orgasm, her hands clutching Renzo, her hips tightening and thrusting with each surge, her voice a pitch lower “Yesss…Ohhh.. yesss, her whole body reacting to each jolt. Then Renzo started to grunt, “Ugghh…” then sucking in air, “Ahhh…” as he rutted forward burying himself in her as he started to cum, Gail’s buttocks were clenching him, her hands urging him deeply into her with each spurt, five or six time Renzo clenched his buttocks as he ejaculated deep inside my wife. I loved it, I hated myself. Gail opened her eyes and seemed surprised to see Paulina beside her. She looked at Renzo’s eyes with an expression of warmth, she didn’t see his scarred face. She smiled at Paulina, almost imperceptively. She didn’t see me standing by the chair and I sensed her panic for a moment until she saw me standing by the bathroom. She looked at me a long time, no words exchanged, no smile just an intense look which I wishfully interpreted as loving. She turned her head and whispered something to Paullina that I couldn’t hear. Renzo stayed inside Gail, not caring about anyone other than my lovely wife beneath him. Paulina rose and moved to the chair where we had been sitting. I watched, amazed as she started to get dressed. “Rian,” she said, “I need you, can you come with me please? We’ll be back soon” In minutes, I had my shirt back on, slipped into my shoes and reached for Paulina’s outstretched hand as she stood in the open doorway. I pulled back the last second, and returned to the bedside table where I had placed the card key to our room. Renzo was arched above Gail, probably still inside her, I looked at Gail’s face and felt pangs of every emotion. She looked up at me with quiet eyes, the lust abated. I turned and left with Paulina. Only after we were in the car I questioned, “Where are we going?” Paulina looked at me, her beautiful face emotionless and said, “To my place,” and after we drove another block she added, “I need you.” We drove a little further and I asked, “We could have stayed with them.” Again a long pause. Paulina ignored my comment, “I live there,” and she pointed to a large apartment building that looked like it had just been built. It was 3:30 in the morning when she opened the door to a very modern apartment, with long white leather couches and pictures of women posing seductively, even with photos of Paulina. “Nice,” I commented. “Thanks,” she said, “I just moved in a few months ago.” I asked, “You say I, doesn’t Renzo live here.” She looked at me almost surprised, “No, he has his own apartment.” As she was answering she moved toward me and placed both of her arms around my neck. I bent to kiss her but she moved and nuzzled into my neck, kissing my ear and neck, while fumbling to undo my pants. Paulina took charge. She sat me naked on the sofa, then stripped naked and stood for a moment allowing me to admire her body, she was completely shaved. In moments she was straddling me, for a few seconds she rubbed my cock along her slit then placed my cock at her entrance and held it in her fingers as she slide me fully into her. When she pressed herself against me her hard nipples were against my cheek. I could feel the muscles in her pussy flexing, the feeling wonderfully unlike any woman I had loved. It was hard to imagine but, I didn’t have to move a muscle. I could feel her milking me, occasionally she would slide forward or backward, then continue again. In less then ten minutes I began my tremors and as she felt it build she moved her muscles even faster and I erupted in her with a flood. Paullina leaned back to look at me then kissed my nose. She went into the other room and returned a few minutes later with a warm towel and a tube of gel, and wiped me carefully, touching me all over. When she finished she placed her mouth over my cock and began to suck and touch me. Her mouth was everywhere, her finger pressed to my behind tempting entry, pulling my nipples, holding and sucking my balls, she kept this up for ten, maybe fifteen minutes, and I started to get hard again. Paulina took my cock in her hand and looked at it and said, “Let’s make this so hard.” Placing gel in her palm she spread it along my cock, then began to jerk me quickly, then faster and harder. Before long I was iron hard, and the gel seemed to have something in it that gave a tingling heat sensation. She abruptly stopped, placed a dollop of gel on my cock and straddled me, reaching her right hand behind her she found my cock and placed it at her entrance then pushed down steadily until I was in her to my balls. My head went back and I closed my eyes immersed in the sensation. She started moving up and down. It seemed to me that she was enjoying this more then when we had first made love… no, fucked. She was totally in charge, I was so tightly sheathed in her that I thought I could feel breathing through my cock. She leaned back to look at me. I opened my eyes to look at her, her breasts were so small they barely bounced, I looked to see my cock entering her as she rose, and I noticed that I could see her whole pussy… I was so surprised. I didn’t know that my cock was snugly ensconced in her behind and I was as deep inside as the size of my cock would allow. Now, caught in the thought that I was fucking her behind I started to tremble. I could feel my cum bubbling in readiness to erupt when Paulina started, “Make me feel it hot in my ass, please Ri,” and she started to lick my lips and kiss my ears, whispering, “Fuck my ass Ri, fuck me… Ohhh, you feel so big in my ass,” and I exploded in a torrent of cum, spurting four or five times into the depth of her behind. I moved to the bedroom in a daze and when I awoke Paulina was dressed and moving about the apartment. She served me coffee, I thanked her for the attention, she responded with, “You can call me any time,” and she gave me her telephone number. She made a telephone call, speaking fast in French, which I could not understand, then offered to drive me back to the hotel. “I don’t mind taking a taxi,” I said. She wouldn’t hear of it. “Why did we leave the hotel last night,” I asked. Do you feel uncomfortable doing… in front of Renzo.” She laughed, and reached to touch my face, “No. Of course not Rian. After they made love last night Gail asked me if I could take you somewhere.” It took a while for me to absorb it, I remembered the moment when they were whispering. I didn’t want to look shocked, though I was, so I simply said, “So very like my Gail.” It was 9:30 in the morning when she dropped me off. I went upstairs not knowing what to expect. When I used the card key, I was pleased the door was not locked from inside. Gail was propped up in bed, I could see she had straightened up, combed her hair, and room service had delivered coffee and croissants. She looked simply magnificent, no makeup, her green eyes sparkling with ease and … though I hesitate to say, she looked like she had been very well fucked. As nonchalantly as possible I said, “Good morning, love.” She looked at me as I moved to the closet removing my pants. “Morning Ri,” and she stretched an arm out for me to come to her. I sat beside her on the bed. She touched my arm and face then said, “I’m sorry Ri.” I tried to remain nonchalant, “Sorry for what? I questioned. “You wanted to stay, didn’t you? she asked. I mused a good while, “Yes,”… I said, “even if it’s hard for me, I’d rather be with you.” She waited a while then asked, “Was Paulina nice… I mean was she friendly?” I responded, “What you mean is did we fuck, yes we did.” She moved the cover and I could see she was naked in the bed, ”Finish undressing and come lay beside me, please,” she asked. I went around the bed, dropped the rest of my clothes on the floor and climbed in beside her. She moved close to me and placed her hand in mine. “Want to talk about last night,” she asked. “That would be nice,” she continued, “Where did you go? I responded, “To her apartment.” Gail asked me question after question, wanting to know what we did, how we did it, did I enjoy it, even at one point, “Better then with me?” I was honest and started to relax until Gail said, “ I wish you had stayed… I was thinking…maybe having you too.” My mind raced.” Just a…” then catching myself, I slowed down to think. “You would have preferred my being here with you?” Gail replied, “Yes, it was exciting when I saw you… knowing it was what you wanted. You were enjoying watching me, weren’t you?” I answered, “Sometimes,” continuing, “Do you think Paulina felt more comfortable leaving,” I asked. “Probably,” Gail said then, changing the subject she asked, “Do you think she likes girls?” I replied, “I don’t know,” then added, “I think she simply likes sex.” Quietly, I continued, “Paulina said that you asked her to take me somewhere.” Gail was silent, motionless, I persisted, “That you wanted to be alone with Renzo.” “Really,” Gail replied with a questioning tone, “Do you think she is insecure with Renzo?” I knew Gail was not telling the truth. Let it go, I thought. “Who knows.” I said. Then I asked Gail about the night. They made love again after we left. She told me Renzo was up at 8:00 and they made love again. He left when Paulina called. Gail told me how long he was and how deep he went. She told me that the second time he must have fucked her for 45 minutes before he came, and she had many orgasms and didn’t remember how many. “Would you like to meet with them again, together this time,” I asked. Gail simply said, “No.” I was hard, from hearing about her night. She held my cock for most of the time I was asking her questions. When I touched her she responded ever so gently. I lifted the sheets high enough to get under then positioned myself over her. She placed her hand on my back, “Gently Ri,” she said. As I entered her I tried to sense whether she was wet, or bigger, but I didn’t notice a difference. I think I was trying more to re-posses her than make love. We loved unhurriedly, for a long time, at first she didn’t respond then slowly she started to move with me. “Was Paulina tight“ Gail asked. “Normal” I answered, then I said, “she was tight in her behind.” I had not mentioned to Gail that the second time I was in her behind. Gail waited a few moments then questioned in a husky voice, “You fucked her behind?” I answered “Yes”. Gail asked, “You like that?” I said, “Yes”, Gail whispered, “I did that too last night,” I digested the conversation and felt myself welling up inside, “I’m going to come,” I told her. She placed both hands on my back, “Come in me Ri,” she whispered, looking at me the whole time. “ You come with me love,” I said. Gail whispered, “ I can’t come again Ri,” come in me please,” and she urged me with her hands pressing me in. I erupted again, more strongly then I had the night before, twitching with each spurt while Gail softly moved her hips up to receive me. Afterwards she commented, “Wow, you came a lot.” I kissed her, we shared saying “I love you” many times over, and then we dozed off. The phone rang. I rose to answer and noticed it was 11:15. It was Peter, “Hey Ri, this is your number one fan,” “Hi, Peter.” He listened a moment, “Did I disturb something.” “Of course not” I replied a little more forcefully trying to wipe the sleep from my voice. “We getting together, he asked. “I thought we were on for tonight,” I replied. “Good, “ he said, then added, “That was quite a game yesterday. Thanks, I said. He responded with a slight laugh, “Socially too, you really move in circles.” Again I said “Thanks,” then wondered out loud, “What does that mean, what kind of circles?” I asked. Peter answered, “First the yacht set, then Paula D., where do you find time to meet all these people?” I responded, “If you would learn to be nice to old ladies you might get invited on yachts too.” Peter laughed. “Who is Paul D,” I asked. Peter answered, “Paula D, not Paul. The girl you played tennis with yesterday.” “Renzo’s girlfriend”, I questioned. Gail was attentive now. “Well if that’s what he says, fine,” Peter said. “What does that mean?” I asked, in an annoyed tone. “She’s known, Rian, she’s a pro.” At first I didn’t understand, the, “do you mean…” Peter interrupted, a pro, a hooker.” It took a moment to digest, then I asked, “Now, how do you know that?” I did not get angry because I knew Peter would not speak lightly of people, “She has a hair saloon that rarely does hair. Half dozen girls like her, very high end clientele… works nine- to-five…boys and girls. Very successful I hear,” I was speechless. Peter called out, “Rian…you there.” I replied, “Yes Peter, I’m here, sorry”, Gail was starring, I wondered if I had paled. Then Peter, added, “Well she sure can play tennis.” And he laughed, “So, I’ll pick you up at eight, OK? I mumbled through the fog of my mind, “OK.” and he rang off. Gail asked me to explain what we were talking about. I went through the complete conversation I had with Peter. In my mind I started to piece things together and shared it with Gail. Paullina wouldn’t kiss, she started it all off, she guided Peters cock into Gail, and I wondered if he had paid her to fuck me. It all seemed so strange. Gail asked, “Do you think he brought her just to lure me?” “Yes, I do…” I said. Gail and I looked at one another for quite some time. I finally said, “So I got to fuck a high class hooker, wow,” Gail’s smile was not so assured, “He sure put a lot of effort into it, don’t you think?” She commented, questioningly. I was worried Gail would take it as an insult. Then she added, “Well, if nothing else was, genuine, at least we know the tennis was.” I smiled, Gail smiled, then we laughed… and after a while we were taking bits from the whole of yesterday evening, one after another, twisting them into jokes, as we laughed until we were in tears. We wiped our eyes, Gail placed her head on my shoulder and moved closer to me. I marveled at the comfort we shared. We had our problems but we also had our intellect, our humor and of course our love. “Have you decided on your bet,” Gail asked. “Yes, I think I have” I answered. . And our holiday really had only just begun.