0 comments/ 177886 views/ 5 favorites Gail Guides Samuel 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, 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. Continuing from the last post; We are on holiday in Monaco, just returning from three days on board a private yacht. Plans are to stay two more days, visit with an American friend, and finish our holiday in Portofino. At the moment we are at the Mirabeau Hotel, resting from last nights partying. - - - The next morning I suggested we breakfast in and stay around the hotel. "Do you have something in mind," Gail asked. "I do, I do, I do," I answered, trying to add music to the words. A while later we made ourselves comfortable at poolside. Gail nonchalantly looked around, and I noted the interest she was attracting. No doubt she was shy but she did sense her appeal and she used it with adventure. For me it was an anomaly, so shy on the one hand, so driven by a conflicting desire on the other. Then the reality, here we are on holiday just a week and she has slept with, fucked I should say, three different men and, she thinks I only know of two. I looked at Gail, "Are you ready to pay me my bet?" Gail responded, smiling, "I'm ready." "Well," I began theatrically, "Rather than wining a single deed, I'd like to win a lifetime of shared activity." "That sounds good," Gail said, still smiling but wondering now too. I continued, "For my bet I'd like us to promise, unequivocally, to be honest with each other." "She gave me a questioning look, "I thought we were." "Remember how I sensed something last year, and I was right," I asked. "Yes," Gail answered. "Well I know things aren't quite right, and I don't think that's good for us. I'd like an understanding between us, simply said, we share all." "You're talking about sexual things, aren't you," she asked. I nodded, "Yes." Ri, I am honest with you. I share everything, you know about yesterday, about what happened on the boat…," I interrupted her. "Love, please don't be specific, yet." "Do you agree? We tell it all, past-present-future." Gail seemed surprised at my bet. Like, I wasn't asking for a serious reward. I added, "I won the bet, you owe me. Do you agree that starting now we are honest about everything? We can discuss the past in bits, later." Gail questioned, "Do you agree to the same?" I answered, "I didn't lose the bet but, of course I will agree as well." Gail looked at me smiling, but I could tell she was wondering where this was going. We sat about the pool until late morning. Dinner was planned with our friends Peter and Phyllis so we had the whole day free. We went back to the room and the touching began as we showered together. We went to the bed and continued to touch as we talked. "Why did you ask Paulina to take me away," I asked, while gently touching my fingers lightly over her face, then her breast. "I didn't tell her to take you away," she answered. Gail was holding my still soft cock, gently squeezing. "What I said was, take his attention away from us." I thought about what Gail said and decided that it made sense. "Was I making you nervous," I asked. "No," Gail replied, "You looked like you were in pain." I didn't say it but I thought that Gail was probably right; while watching I was in pain from time to time. Then Gail asked, "How did it feel in Paullina's behind?" I again explained how it happened, that I actually did not know, and I tried to explain that the feeling only became especially intense when I learned where my cock was. Gail laughed and said, "The ultimate neophyte…that's my man." "And you," I paused giving her time, certain she already knew that I was asking about her taking Renzo in her behind., "Did he want that?' Gail weighed her response, "No, I guided him." I felt my face flush but I tried not to noticeably react, and I continued touching her as before. Peter and Phyllis picked us up for 'Italian' at 8:00. Gail was wearing a short grey dress with spaghetti straps over her bare shoulders, her only jewelry her pearls. Demure from a distance, magnetic when you were close and saw she was braless. She looked ready for a fun night, and I could see the excitement in her large green eyes. Phyllis… well she just looked hot. She was wearing the long silky slack suits that girls with a figure wear well. Her cleavage, revealing as usual, and the beige color gave one the impression she was naked. Phyllis noticed my admiring gawk and smiled, seductively I thought. Peter admired and complimented Gail, Gail complimented Phyllis and was complimented in return. Then we all laughed at how silly we were while some onlookers in the hotel stared. We sat in the hotel and had a drink then wound up in the same restaurant Giancomo had held his reception. We shared that with Peter and his comment was, "Proof I have chosen well." We ate well, forever it seemed. Peter asked the steward to make the wine selection after telling him what we ordered. What a difference that made. We had three different wines, each perfectly suited to the moment. For a man just months in town, Peter seemed to know a lot of people. Some came to the table to say hello. Peter left at one point to speak with someone and Gail leaned toward Phyllis. "Phyllis, you know we don't feel…I'm loving this evening but, well…I think…this evening will not be like the last time." Gail had a troubled expression as she was trying to kindly relay her feelings. Phyllis smiled, "I know Hon," which was what she had been calling Gail, "we kind-of sensed that. I guess we got too friendly... or something." Then Phyllis diffused the tension by looking at me then back to Gail, "And to think I shaved for him." I had been pretending not to be paying attention to their talk but Phyllis's comment gave rise to all of us laughing. When Peter came back Gail chided, "You are taking us dancing tonight, aren't you? " And shortly afterwards we were off to the very same Club we had visited with Renzo. I don't know if Phyllis told Peter about Gail's comment but the evening was one of the most relaxed we had spent, with anyone, in a long time. I danced with Phyllis and she teased and played with me, at one stage grabbing my behind and pulling me toward her saying, "I have felt hard cocks pressing on me before," that was in response to the arched way I was dancing to keep her from noticing I was hard. Gail and Peter danced cheek to cheek, and at one point, while close to us on the dance floor Gail turned to us and said, "Phyllis, dancing with your husband makes me feel like I have three legs." At the table we laughed, drank too much, and exchanged jokes, a talent that Peter had mastered. One joke which he told I found so fitting, and it has stayed with me, was of the two men on a train, both with black eyes. Each asked the other why they had a black eye. One said, " I mistakenly asked the buxom teller at the train station for a picket to titsburg, and was slugged. The other added innocently, "I meant to ask my wife to pass the Cheerios at breakfast and instead said, you spoiled my life you stupid bitch." Finally, at 1:00 in the morning we headed to our hotel. If it was uncomfortable for Peter and Phyllis it did not show. We were happy to have been together again, Gail was pleased no feelings were hurt, and arrangements were made for Phyllis and Peter to visit us in Portofino. Before bed Gail questioned, "Ri, would you mind if we canceled a day at Portofino to visit with Tamara?" I couldn't believe she was willing to lose a day in Portofino but I agreed. Gail was thrilled. Then she told me that she was speaking with Tamara almost daily, I was further surprised. I wondered if Gail had told her about her liaison with Giancomo. As strange as it may seem, we were delaying our holiday in Portofino, to spend a day visiting an old, but very nice lady. In bed we lay apart. I told her how Phyllis had me hard most of the evening. "Would you want to be with her again," Gail asked. "Actually she is exciting," I said, "but it was not on my mind." Then Gail continued, "Peter was hard the whole time, I actually let him rest his cock between my legs while we danced." I asked, "Was it exciting for you?" "No," Gail answered, "it felt silly. But he didn't push too far." Then she added, I'm glad they will come down, or up, to Portofino. The first thing in the morning I called the Splendido to change our arrival, and we rented a car for the drive to Cannes. We arrived late morning and Tamara was truly a gem. The three of us talked for much of the fist hour we were there. When I left for a moment Gail and Tamara started their girl talk. Later a magnificent lunch, something she ordered in advance, at the same restaurant where we met. She took us to visit a friend that lived on a boat that had both sails and a motor. When Tamara introduced Gail to the couple she said, "…this is my Aphrodite that I was telling you about." The boat was as beautiful and as complete as any house I have ever seen. Polished woods, sliding doors, a huge dinning room, in an absolutely luxurious setting, easily a third again as large as the Gabbiano. Her friends were a couple in their fifties, and the man was completely enchanted with Gail. And Gail, fired by champagne and the attention, played the enchantress, her hair moving in the breeze, her short dress and long strides so appealing, cheeks flushed, green eyes sparkling. Wherever we went they rushed to invite her back, and that is exactly what they did as we readied to leave, they invited us back. When Tamara took her usual nap we left for the beach dressed in our swimwear, Gail in her bikini, covered by a wrap around her waist. It was less then a long block to the stairs that led to this section of the beach. At the base of the stairs a small wooden house served as the service center for the chairs, and a café that served some food and drinks. We selected lounge chairs in the last row, away from the wooden walkway. The chairs immediately in front of us were empty. A beach boy lay towels on our chairs and took our order for water. Gail removed her wrap and the top of her bikini commenting, "I'm probably the smallest one out here." I smiled looking at her breasts, and replied, "And the most perfect too." I had noticed that when we arrived several of the men and a good few women had carefully looked her over. Gail placed her bags on the small table between our lounges and proceeded to put sun cream on me. When she finished I reciprocated and tried to concentrate on rubbing cream on her breasts. She pulled my hands away, looking around to see if anyone had paid us attention. We were there about thirty minutes, still not having entered the water, when a family of three arrived and chose the lounge chairs directly in front us. They were black and speaking English which made me assume they were American, but later we heard them speak another language. The man was huge, maybe two meters and quite heavy. His wife was also a large person, and when she took her swimsuit top off her breast burst forth like ponderous melons, and I mentioned to Gail, "they must weigh five kilos each." Their son, probably still a teenager, was tall, sinewy, and had a full head of bushy hair that was alternately reddish, and dark brown. He went unnoticed as he took off his shirt and lay down. Fifteen minutes later Gail put on her swimsuit top and we walked to the water. We splashed about, walked up to our waist and returned holding hands. Our neighbor, the young man, was walking towards the water as we left and I said, "Bon Jour." He responded "Hello," and Gail smiled. It was a good hour later that I noticed the young man sitting up, sideways on his chair, constantly looking our way. When I looked up he quickly looked away. I looked towards Gail. I thought her being topless was worth looking at, and then I noticed that she had her legs apart, one leg bent at the knee. "Did you notice you are the center of some attention," I asked as I sat up and leaned closer to her lounge. "Yes," she said, "he has been watching me at every opportunity." "Can he see anything," I asked. "He's looking between my legs," she said, smiling at me, "but I'm covered ." I turned my shoulder away from him pretending not to notice the exchange. I was reading the Financial Times when Gail asked me if I wanted anything to drink, then she stood up to walk to the café. I ordered coffee, and she left, this time she did not cover her breasts. After some time the beach boy delivered a small pot of coffee and I wondered why Gail had not returned with him. Another good while passed and I looked up to see Gail approaching, with the young boy just behind her. Gail proceeded to introduce me to the young man whom she had been chatting with at the café. He offered his hand in an unassuming manner as Gail rejoined, "This is my husband Rian… Ri this is Samuel." We both continued to stand, him towering above me, while Gail made herself comfortable in the lounge again. We were speaking for some few minutes when I sat on my lounge inviting Samuel to sit on the lower part and we continued. He was a student, his father was a diplomat in Washington D.C., they were returning from Africa to Virginia USA, where they lived. Samuel spoke French, perfect English and I guess some African language's as well. He tried hard to keep his eyes on me but he invariably would turn left to gaze at Gail. Her small breasts were spread on her chest with jutting nipples, her legs slightly apart, her bikini clinging snugly between her legs, no pouch, just a perfect slope from her flat belly to the narrow confines of her vagina. At one point Samuel excused himself and went to his lounge chair to retrieve his sunglasses. He spoke with his mother and she twisted partially to look at us and smiled. I glanced at Gail, she was watching Samuel's every move. She acknowledged my glance by smiling, but made no comment. The boy was tall, slender, muscular without bulge, he had medium dark skinned handsome features, and to me still very youthful looking. "Nice young man," I commented to Gail. She looked at me to see if I was being critical. "Yes," she smiled, "he's beautiful." My response was, "I'll bet he doesn't shave yet." Gail again looked at me more questioning then smiling, she said, "I hope not." Samuel returned and we started chatting again. I walked to the water with him, Gail declined to come, and he told me much about his school and his goals. How long are you staying here in Cannes, I asked. He replied, "Actually I'm leaving tonight." "We are too," I said. He responded, "Yes, Gail told me." I persisted, " going back to Virginia?" "No he answered, "I have a school friend in Nice, I'll stay with him until the weekend then return to leave with my family." "You driving up tonight," I asked. "No," he responded, "I'll take the train." I thought about it for some time then decided not to say anything. We would pass Nice in our drive back this evening, but I should mention it to Gail first. As we walked back to the chairs Samuel asked if I would care for a drink. I said no and continued back to the lounge. Gail opened her eyes when my body caused shade. "Love," I said, "Samuel just told me he is going to Nice this evening." "Yes," Gail said, "he told me that before." I responded quietly, looking at her eyes as I did, "Did he tell you he was taking the train?" Gail was quiet, an unusually long time. "I didn't know," was all she said, her smile was gone. "Do you think I should offer him a ride.?" Again quiet, like she was thinking. ""Sure, we can drop him off…" she ended her sentence and questioned, "what do you think, do you mind.?" If the questions were loaded I'll never know. We agreed to offer Samuel a ride. When he returned we offered to let him ride with us and he was thrilled and accepted. He immediately went to discuss it with his mother and she rose and came to thank us. When we were ready to leave the beach Samuel walked with us up the steps to the street and half a block back towards Tamara's building. I pointed to our car parked on the side street. "That is our car," I said, pointing to the grey Renault. "We'll be leaving at 20:30," I repeated, "at 8:30." "I will be here," said Samuel, "Thank you." He looked at Gail and she returned his glance. No nods or exchange that I could see but, I felt a twinge of … of something. It was about 18:00 when we started back to Tamara's building. We had her key and upon entering the apartment Tamara was crossing from the kitchen where she greeted us, "When you are dressed we will have a little snack for your trip." She said. She had laid out the table with an array of fresh fruit and cheese, a sliced baguette and liter bottles of water, beads of cold sweat making lines down the chill-smog on the green bottles. It looked great and I was hungry. Gail showered first then packed our belongings and placed them in the hallway. She dressed in a loose cotton travel dress that was calf length and comfortable for travel. A short while later I joined them, and the three of us sat at the table nibbling while chatting, mostly listening to stories that Tamara told. We looked at more photos of her and her husband with famous politicians, and writers, photos of her visits with a renowned philanthropist in a picturesque town in the USA, and more. She was able to weave a web of excitement and social insight into her history and, as in our first visit, we hated to leave. She asked a lot about the boat trip with Giancomo. I don't know whether Gail shared secrets with her when I was not present, or when they spoke on the telephone. We finished our coffee at about 20:15 and bade Tamara a warm goodbye, knowing that Gail's promises to write and call would be kept. On the way down Gail said, "Do you think it would be fun to take a holiday in Cannes, with Tamara around.? "It's a thought," I replied, not really believing it would be my ideal, then wondering if there were some hidden reason for Gail to ask. "Are you O.K. with Samuel riding with us," Gail asked. "I am," I said, meaning it. Gail touched my arm, starting to say something, then she stopped as I bent to pick up our bag and leave the elevator. I looked at her wondering, expecting her to continue. "Ri, would you want to watch me with Samuel? Her cheeks and chest blushed, turned red. It was the first time she had asked me something like that so directly. My heart was thumping, I felt flush. I looked into Gail's eyes and I could see the questioning fright. It had taken courage for her to ask, she was being honest. I reached for her hand, standing there in the lobby, "Love, what brings you pleasure, turns me on," then, to be even more reassuring, "nothing is more exciting." Just before we arrived at the car Gail said, "Ok. I'll ride in the back with him." We had the car packed and Samuel was not there yet. I moved the front passenger seat as far forward as it would go. "Tell him that's what you do to stretch out when you want to relax.," I said. Gail questioned, "You think he'll find this strange, think we are wierd?" She continued, with slightly more strength of tone, " I am not going to make love Ri." Then she smiled, Tamara said they "trigger quick…". "What, " I asked, angrily. "You told Tamara he was riding with us… about this?" my voice was rising. "Yes, why not?" Gail nonchalantly replied, then with a slight chuckle she added, "Tamara thinks you're a gem, her words were that you're my perfect mate." Gail Guides Samuel "What do you intend to do Gail," I questioned, "tease him to death." Gail looked at me then replied. "I'm thinking about health, Ri. What do you think?" I answered, "You want me to stop and get rubbers?" "No," Gail said, then she added, "I don't know." For a few moments I thought about it, then said to Gail, "Well, I could stop along the way. Truth is though, I can't imagine… he's an educated boy… seems pretty clean cut, almost under the gun with his parents." Then Samuel exited a car that stopped on the corner and walked toward us carrying a small duffel bag. While I placed his bag in the trunk Gail climbed in the back behind the front passenger seat. She released the front seat and pushed it to lean forward.. We explained to Samuel that this was customary for Gail when she felt like stretching out, and we started our journey. Just minutes away I said, "If it's all right with you folks, I'd prefer to take the coast road. After Antibes it's just as fast as the highway." They did not respond. From time to time I could feel Samuel knees pushing against the back of my seat. If I turned my head I could easily see Gail but, I had not done so for the ten or so minutes we were driving. As we neared Antibes it was now properly dark. I drove past the Cap and then along the ocean road. I felt a shift in movement in the back and tried to glimpse the back seat in the rear view mirror but Gail was below the mirror angle and Samuel was behind me. I thought I heard, "It's Ok," being whispered behind me, then sensed more movement. I turned on the radio and tuned in some music. I adjusted the mirror in pretext of lights shinning from behind. There was some traffic but not enough to require all my attention. When we stopped at a traffic light near the center of town I cocked my right arm across the arm rest and turned to look at Gail. "Do you feel like anything to drink before we get on the expressway?" It was my excuse to look. I couldn't see Samuel. Gail was facing me slouched down a little, her legs covered, her dress partially spread on the seat. She was leaning, just barely, towards center, and her left arm was outstretched. Her dress hung between her slightly spread legs. She looked at me, unsmiling, like I interrupted her, "No thanks," she replied. Just before we reached the port area I felt more movement. When we stopped at the next light I turned again. I could only see half of Gail, she seemed to be stretching upwards kissing Samuel. I knew this area well so I drove across the street and stopped along the area near the harbor wall, it was not well lighted and hardly any walkway for passers-by. I didn't even bother to turn around to look at them, "I'll be back in a minute," I said, I'm running over to the store across the street," and I stepped from the car quickly closing the door to shut the light, and darted diagonally across the street. I went into two stores, neither had rubbers. Both recommended the pharmacy back in town, which meant returning. I decided not to return and crossed at the corner walking down the meter wide walkway to where we were parked halfway down the block. As I neared the car I could hear the radio. I was on Gail's side and I wanted so badly to open the door to see what they were doing. I was standing alongside and just behind the rear door and I bent to look into the side rear window. Gail was leaning against him, they were kissing, he had his right arm wrapped around her and was holding her breast. His pants were completely open and his cock and balls were jutting out of his fly. Gail's right arm was outstretched and her hand was wrapped around his cock, first stroking it, then touching his balls, then stroking his cock again. Samuel was enormous, his cock a repeat of his tall lanky body. It was very long, thicker then me, and uncircumcised. The light from the other side was just enough for me to see that Gail was thoroughly engrossed in trying to make him come. I walked back a few cars then crossed into the street and approached the car from where I had left. I entered, closed the door quickly and said, "Sorry I took so long." We were driving just a few minutes when Gail said, "Ri, do you think I was right about what I said about calling Tamara… you know, my concerns? Or were you right?" What the hell is she talking about I thought, "Tamara… telephone." Her voice sounded close and I turned to see that she was sitting in her seat again. It took me a few moments but I caught on. "I think I was right," I said, then added, "When we stopped back there I tried to solve the problem, with no luck. Tamara did not answer." Then I made it easy, for Gail adding, "Don't worry about it, I'm sure I was right." She was asking about safety and rubbers. When I felt Gail move again I turned briefly and saw that she was on her knees in the middle of the seat moving toward Samuel. They whispered between them. Then I felt pressure on my seat. Gail had moved over to his side and was straddling Samuel, her back pressed against the back of my seat. I turned but couldn't see that far behind me. I noticed that Gail's white panties were on the floor board where Gail had been sitting. My cock was aching now. They whispered, and fidgeted, I could feel the movement through the seat. Then came the soft unmistakable "Aaahhh," of Gail being penetrated. I could picture that long cock sliding into her and my breathing became difficult. Gail's sounds were muffled in kisses, I twisted the mirror further and I could now see her face when she placed her head on his right shoulder. First I heard, "Uhhhh,," then silence. After a moment or two again, "Uhhh, slowly," and then "Ohhh,," He was inching into her. I heard her breath deeply then "Ahhh,' and this time I could feel her movement on the back of my seat. This went on for five minutes then it felt like she hunched forward and I heard her gasp, Ohhhh, yeess," and then they slowly began a rhythm that I could feel and perfectly imagine. In the mirror I would see her face one moment, then it would disappear when they kissed, then back again. Car lights behind helped show her face and made eerie patterns with the light. Gail started to hump him, I could clearly feel it on the seat. Samuel had not made a sound except for the few whispers they shared. Gail would rise, her back hunching in the mirror, then slide down on his cock with a long breathy "Ahhhhhh. I started rubbing myself. I felt Gail rise then start to slide down his cock when she whispered to him,"your cock is so hard…. " she sighed. Later it was "Aahhhh, Samuel, it's so deep…" Gail was totally immersed in their union, no longer aware of any presence. When she slide down his cock again I could feel her moving more quickly, like she was humping him in earnest while he was deep inside her. The pace quickened, Gail's every movement signaled on the back of my seat. Then it happened, Samuel erupted, screaming a gruff, "Chaaahhh," then he'd breath in and "Chaaahhh," again, and with each spurt of his come he made the same throaty guttural sound while Gail chanted, "Do it… come in me…do it," and I could feel her bumping the seat as she humped his cock, and I could imagine his cum spurting into my wife. Samuel was quiet again, Gail kept moving slowly, uttering an occasional "Ahhhh." and I recognized the sounds of their kissing again. She had not come yet but I could tell by her sounds that she found pleasure in what they had shared. Gail continued moving on him and when I glanced in the mirror it looked like she had leaned back and he was fondling her breasts again. They were kissing with a less rushed passion then when they had started. Some of this I saw, the rest I assumed. Gail was whispering to him, "You were so deep in me… you came so much." Then Samuel whispered, "You are so beautiful, I…" and he stopped, either because Gail kissed him or he was reticent to continue what he was saying. It seemed, to me at least, that their sharing was as intense in feeling as was their lust. The motion behind the seat was unrelenting, and because I felt each tug I was by proxy made a part of it. I burned wondering if his cock was still buried in her, I thought about how much cum was in her, was she dripping. My mind was racing. We were getting close to Nice. I guessed they were still joined so I decided to turn off at the St. Laurent exit. When we reached the intersection I turned right toward a large apartment building beside the sea. They were whispering, and I heard Gail say "Yes… me too…" but I could not make out the rest. As I turned onto the wide well lit access road I pulled close to the grass on the far right and stopped the car. I felt pressure from behind the seat and then heard the rustle of movement. Gail had moved from behind the seat. The motor was running and the driving lights on as I turned in my seat to see a picture that will be forever seared in my mind. Gail was sliding backwards, wedging the upper part of her back partly against the door and the seat, one leg bent on the back of the seat, the other on the floor board, her legs spread wide. Her dress was still up around her thighs limiting my view. Both Gail and Samuel were seemingly oblivious of me and gave no sign if they noticed we had stopped. I was turned fully sideways and could see all of Gail. She had her arms outstretched toward Samuel as they continued their adjustment, then Samuel moved forward and Gail lifted her dress with both hands. I could see her pussy, glistening in the half light. I gasped at the sight, my heart pounding, I was about a foot from her pussy and I could see her hole still gapping from the cock it held just moments ago, the lips puffed and wet. Her gaze, overflowing with lust, was fixed on Samuel, her arms outstretched in invitation. Gail's right leg was spread wide leaning against the back of the front passenger seat as Samuel moved forward between her legs. The upper part on his body came into view as he placed his left arm as support on the edge of the seat, and as he moved forward to mount her his cock came into view. I was frozen in time, fearful as I watched his long cock move forward. He was hard as a pole, just ten or fifteen minutes after he had had a crashing orgasm. She was concentrated on seeing their union, her right hand holding her dress down to give unobstructed view. Gail's left hand appeared and took hold of his cock, her hand barley covered a third of his long tool. She placed the tip at her still open hole and with her right hand now on his buttocks she was guiding him forward. I thought that his cock seemed to long and I watched in fascination as it slide into Gail. I had never seen anything like this, so close, it was simply overwhelming in intensity. Every fiber in my body was on edge, my earlier fear now turned to pure lust, my cock twitching rhythmically. When he was halfway into her she slowed him. After some seconds of adjustment she nudged him forward again. I could see her pussy lips spread around his cock. It seemed like there was little friction, I could see beneath his cock and the line from her pussy that reached to the darkness of her back hole. I was fumbling with my pants to free my cock when I heard Gail sigh, "Aaaahhhh." And I watched as Samuel's cock completely buried in her. All I could see was his large sack - balls contracted, resting on her. Gail had her hands on his lower back. Her legs were bent towards her chest, her heels resting on his buttocks, eyes closed. I guessed she had earlier taken one arm out of her dress to give Samuel access to her breast, one side of her dress was pulled down and one breast was exposed, her nipple jutting out, round and bullet hard. The scene was riveting. Samuel started to slide in and out, his cock a never ending rod as he slipped out of her. I watched his cock retract, dripping wet, with strips of cum. In the darkness I couldn't see the contrast of his black cock sliding into her but, the imagined contrast was electric in my excited state. Gail had already started to sigh, long breathy "Aaahhh's," as his cock would bury into her belly. I could visualize that her position, and the length of his cock allowed him to touch her depths, to bottom out. I tried to picture where his long cock was reaching. Samuel was pumping steadily, he was separated from Gail by the length of his arms, his head hung low in concentration. The position Gail was in did not allow her to lift her behind in contra-thrust, but I could see the muscles on her upper thighs humping into him with each plunge. On one occasion I watched as his cock slid out of her and a string of come hung firstly on his cock then fell on Gail clinging just below her pussy, I reached out and ever so gently touched the come and then touched Gail. She was soaking wet. She turned to look at me. We locked eyes and she just stared at me. No smile, no expression that I recognized. I wondered how she thought of me when so immersed in her lust. Then, almost imperceptibly, her lips arched in a fleeting smile of recognition, after which, tugged by some sensation, she just as quickly closed her eyes and rolled her head away. Their rutting continued for a long time. I watched each thrust, the telltale movement of his buttocks clenching, the intoxicating sight of his wet cock shiny with their previous cum, slipping into her pussy. Gail would shift when he was deep in her, as if she was trying to make his cock-head touch her in different places. I was conscious of every movement, the twitch of muscle, her finger tips edging his buttocks forward guiding his long tool back into her. I could touch my nose to Gail's legs, I could smell the sex. With each inward thrust her muscles would flex humping upward anxious to embed the full length of his cock. Her pussy was devouring his long tool, first disappearing then re-appearing glistening. Each time it came out was a wonderment that all that length was inside her. The bottom of her behind was soaked, I touched the sticky wetness, her pussy lips so magically wrapped around his cock, were in submission to the iron hard tool that was causing her to hump, and moan, and roll her head. I couldn't resist touching here a few times - and each time I did I almost expected an electric shock, so immersed were they in their union, so spellbinding the picture before me. Their pace was quickening, their passion ready to erupt. Finally, Gail turned burying her face in the back of the seat, grunting "Ugghhh," She was pulling Samuel to her and writhing, "Aaahhh, ….do it….Ugghhh," her sounds matching his push into her, her heels propelling him deeper. Then, just short of screaming, she burst out, "Aaahhh,…" then more quietly, "Yes, do it… please do it,." I had never experienced her screaming. She started to shake, I touched her thigh to feel her shaking. Then she started to whimper, between each "Aaahhh, Oh yes…do it." never had I seen her so enraptured in orgasm. Then Samuel started to grunt, "Chaaahhh, each time he filled her, his head thrown back, resting on both arms. Gail turned to look at him, "Yes… come in me," she said, she was looking up at him pleading, her hands gripping his behind cheeks, pulling them open, "Yes… come now baby, come in me." "Samuel's final Chaaahhh was deep and guttural, as he ground his pelvis into Gail and stayed fixed to her, Gail's whispered "yes, yes, yes" signaling each burst of cum, his behind cheeks flexing each time his cum exploded deep within her belly. They lay exhausted, Gail still holding the cheeks of his behind, Samuel still propped on his arms, both looking at one another. I watched as he pulled out of her. Globs of semen beaded around her pussy. She kept her legs raised and open while she reached for her underpants, by touch found them, and used them to wipe herself. Samuel had retreated behind my seat again, and was fumbling about. I believed, that the whole time, he was uncomfortable with my seeing him. Gail looked at me while she lowered her dress. I turned in my seat and started our return to the highway. Fifteen minutes later we were on the Promenade Anglais in front of the Hotel Boscolo, where Samuel's friend had suggested they meet. During the last few minutes I believe Gail had moved over and I expected she was kissing him. They said their goodbyes in the car. When Samuel exited I stepped out, shook his hand and wished him good luck. I drove away and when we were around the corner, I stopped the car to adjust the seat and Gail climbed into the front. We were in no rush so we chose to drive the coastal road, Gail sat quietly for five minutes then reached over and touched my arm. "Did you like that…? Ri," she asked, in a very tentative and questioning tone. I looked at her; she had a troubled look on her face. I replied, "It was so erotic love, I can't begin to tell you." Gail's face relaxed. "Oh. I'm so glad, I was afraid…" I interrupted her, "At one point I almost came without touching myself." She smiled, her hand still resting on my arm, "I adore you Ri, you know that…" I interrupted again, "You certainly adored him tonight, and you really came hard, didn't you?" Gail whispered, starring ahead in thought, "Yes. I don't think I've ever…" Gail paused, then ended with, "It was intense." "What were you doing when we started driving again," I asked, "kissing?" She didn't answer so I looked her way. "No" she said. I looked again, "So… won't you say," I asked. "I was touching him," then she added, "…sucking him." I replied in a surprised tone, "Wow," trying not to press too much, "Did he get hard again." Gail looked at me with a relaxed smile, "Almost… we reached the hotel too soon." I commented, "Youth?" "His cock was beautiful," she whispered, almost talking to herself. I added, "I saw that." "Ri, he was so deep, I could feel everywhere it went, I've never…" she paused, a look of absorption on her face. Then she asked, "Do you know how old he is?" I responded, "I didn't ask him. He looks young, but, Eighteen?" I guessed. Gail didn't respond. Then I asked, "Is he of age." She nodded a Yes. "Are you going to tell me how old he is," I asked. She smiled, "No." she replied. I took her hand and placed it in her lap with mine. She felt warm. Gail asked, "Do you like me when you are watching me," I replied truthfully, "I love you, looking or not…but sometimes I get jealous." Gail continued. "Did you get jealous just now?" "No," I said, "But I got very excited." "Did you come," she asked. "No," I said. We stopped at a light and I kissed her after which she asked, "Do I taste different?" "Yes," I replied. Gail reached over and touched my cock through my pants. I reached out and lifted her dress placing my hand on her pussy. She was very very wet. "Do you want me to touch you," she asked. "No, let's wait until we are at the hotel." We walked into the hotel looking pretty ragged and rumpled. In the room I immediately ordered two drinks, stripped my clothes and lay naked on the bed. Gail sat on the edge beside me. "I'd like to just lie beside you, ask questions, touch." I said. Gail smiled in acquiescence. "You going to shower," I asked. "No. If you don't mind I'd like to stay…" I persisted, "you want to let it soak in?" Gail just shook her head, comfortable in her decision, "It was really special Ri. You have no idea how wonderful it was." she quietly stated. I noticed she was using the word "it" instead of him. I asked, "You think… was it exciting because of his youth?" She did not reply. When the drinks arrived we closed the door on the waiter and lay beside one another on the bed. I asked some questions about Samuel and she quietly answered. I was still burning with lust and Gail was being kind. Finally I leaned over her and took her breast in my mouth. She held my head with one hand, permitting me, her eyes open, daydreaming. I moved on top of her and she opened her legs to receive me. As I slide into her she placed her hands softly on my back. She was dripping wet, spongy. My cock made squishy sounds as I slowly stroked into her, the lights were on, she was looking at me, smiling. I thought I would arouse her but I didn't. Maybe she couldn't even feel me. I quickened my pace and when Gail sensed I was close she said, "Come in me… come baby," and her words, especially the "baby" were jolts that caused me to explode, and I jetted my semen into her already cum filled belly, less then three minutes after we had started…I had started. Gail Guides Samuel The next morning we slept late, Gail waking to coffee I had ordered from room service. By 11:30 we had checked out and started our drive to Portofino. Gail wore a simple silky looking jump suit. I knew that under the outfit she usually wore an underwear set she had that was like a one piece swimsuit. It was an outfit of which I wasn't particularly fond. I thought the loose legs and bib top did little to highlight her beauty. This time she was braless in a cotton armless t-shirt under the outfit. Most of the morning we were subdued but the thought of an early lunch and the drive cheered us. Just before we reached Viarregio we stopped for lunch at a restaurant which seemed to be family run and, judging from the license plates out front, catering to tourists. The wooden tables had silverware wrapped in white cloth napkins and condiments already on the table. We ordered and then I left for the WC. When I returned I walked past a couple sitting in the booths on the wall, the man facing our table, staring, fixed on our table. I could see right up Gail's crossed legs, her thighs met at a darkened place which drew my attention like a magnet. I couldn't see anything private but, it was provocative for me and I am certain the man as well. When I sat down at the table I blocked the mans view. I asked Gail, "did you notice your admirer?" Gail answered, "His wife must have noticed his gaze because she turned to look at me," Gail paused then smiled, "I made sure he was rewarded when she turned back." I laughed, adding, "I could see your legs from the hallway when I returned, nothing shows." Gail leaned forward and said, "I uncrossed my legs and opened them, and I'm not wearing panties Ri… for you." I felt my cock twitch, Gail was indeed in a playful mood. Under way again, relaxed and comfortable after food and a glass of wine, we chatted and flirted. I had easy access under her shorts, and started touching between her legs while she would ask and occasionally question, touching my cock through my pants. Our conversation was mostly about what she had experienced and I loved to hear the details over and over again. We were pretty worked up when I asked, "If you had to pick the most exciting - or the one you wanted to repeat, who would you pick?" She was quiet a long time; I glanced and noticed that she seemed to be concentrating on a real answer. "It's so hard to say, the circumstance is so important a part of the experience," Gail responded. I then asked, "Only consider the sexual intensity. What was the most sexually rewarding?" She continued to delay her answer. I thought maybe she did not remember which ones I knew about. Gail leaned over to touch my cock again; I placed my right hand over her already wet pussy and crooked my finger upward to touch her clit. "Come on," I said. "Don't get all philosophical." Gail looked directly into my eyes, and quietly said, "I think Gia." My heart skipped, Gail blushed her cheeks flushed, her neck blotches of red. My head was spinning, was she being honest because of the bet, I could see it had taken some effort on her part. I took my hand from between her legs and placed it behind her head, pulling her face to mine and we kissed. When we separated I said, "I love you Love." Gail looked at me intensely for some time then said, "we can talk about it later, but I love you too Ri… kind of a whole lot."