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Gail Joins Dareius

By: HADRIAN M



If you have not read our postings I'll tell you what we look like. Firstly, this is all real. We are on our thirties; I am 5'10", in reasonable shape. My wife Gail is an exceptionally beautiful and intelligent woman, soft spoken and very shy. She is 5'7" with a young girls figure, long shapely legs, small breasted, and a picture perfect behind. Her light brown hair blondes in the sun and she has the loveliest green eyes. I am from Chile, where we are living and working now, Gail is an American. 

Every summer we take our holidays in and around the South of France. A few years ago while visiting France we met Tamara, an elderly British lady living in Cannes. Gail and Tamara quickly became friends. Through that friendship we were introduced to many very delightful people and especially one Italian couple, Giancomo and Gabriella, with whom we cemented a strong and continuing bond. All rights reserved @ HadrianM 

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This year Gail's friend Tamara had an urgent visit to the UK which we learned of at the very last minute. Rather than rush about making new plans, we spent the time that had been planned to visit Tamara relaxing in our favorite hotel in Antibes, where we met an exciting American couple, Mark and Carol.

Our friends Giancomo and Gabriella had worked out this year's holiday plan. We were all going to stay on board their boat and sail the Mediterranean for the rest of our holiday with a few port visits along the way. 

At the end of our visit in Antibes we decided to invite our new friends Mark and Carol to Monte Carlo where we all boarded Giancomo's beautiful yacht the Gabbiano Blanco. Our new friends stayed one night, excited to be in Monaco for the first time. We gave them an introductory visit through Monte Carlo, and it impressed them enough to make them want to return. We bade them goodbye the next day for their return to Antibes and we made promises to keep in contact.

Now that Gail and I were alone, we had booked and just finished two hours of morning tennis and were back on the boat. I was in my briefs in the middle of the king size bed and Gail was topless holding a pillow over her breasts, both arms wrapped around the pillow. She was mumbling about what she would wear to Giancomo's corporate reception that we were again invited to this year. 

Gabriella had called in the morning and spoke with Gail for a good while. She and Giancomo were due to arrive in Monaco this evening. We would spend two more days preparing the stores for the Gabbiano while Giancomo attended to his annual meetings. 

We remembered the buzz of activity when we previously attended Giancomo's conference. He had meetings in the hotels during the day and there was a cocktail party on the boat before and after the Reception at the Fort Antoine Theatre. It was quite a fling the first time we attended. We expected this time would be just as exciting. I also remembered that Gabriella had said the gathering was very important to Giancomo. 

My mobile phone rang and I looked at the caller. It was a 377 call, our friend Peter in Monaco. Strange, he calls Chile to reach us when we are almost around the corner. "It's Peter," I mentioned to Gail, and asked, "What if he invites us?" 

"We still haven't had lunch," she commented, seemingly disinterested.

When I accepted Peter's lunch invitation he asked where we were. When I told him we were on the boat he did not seem surprised and suggested he bring Chinese food to us. Gail thought it was a great idea, and forty five minutes later I greeted Peter on deck and carried one of the bags laden with box upon box and plastic plates and Chinese food. 

Gail suggested eating in our cabin because there were often guests of Giancomo visiting the Gabbiano. Before Peter arrived she changed into a sleeveless shirt and an old pair of loose shorts and I noticed she didn't bother with panties. Even so simply dressed Gail looked sexy, the shirt allowed her bra-less breasts to gently highlight her nipples. I had followed her lead and donned a tennis shirt and shorts. 

Peter was happy to see us but made his greeting brief. "Let's eat this while it's hot," he suggested, while slipping his shoes off. Gail used bathroom towels as place mats and we started to enjoy a very complete array of excellent food.

Gail was sitting cross legged on the bed, her back to the wall with food on towels on both sides. I was sitting in a chair to her right on the far side of the room, using a small lamp table, and Peter in a chair using the bed as a table, on her left near the bathroom. 

Halfway through the meal I realized we didn't have anything to drink. I rose and asked, "Soft drinks anyone?" Then I added, "Or wine." Both Peter and Gail said wine, Gail adding, "White, please." 

I went up to the galley and chose a cooled white wine and three glasses, and returned. When I was pouring the wine I realized that Gail had stretched her right leg out and had her left leg crossed beneath her. Her shorts looked pretty loose around her crossed leg and I knew she had no underwear. I wondered if Peter was able to see under the shorts, and if Gail knew.

We ate much too much, and we talked and enjoyed each other's company for another hour. I went upstairs for another bottle of wine and when I returned Gail had moved her left leg up and it was bent at the knee. I knew Peter could see under her shorts because as I placed the wine in the cooler I could see clear to the top of her thigh. 

Last year Gail and I had agreed that there would be no sex with Peter mostly because I thought he was too enamored of her. She agreed. For some reason I didn't feel concerned at the moment but when I saw Gail moving her leg in rhythm to the music that was playing in the room, I knew she was teasing Peter. 

Gail was usually pretty reserved about making the first move with anyone, but with Peter she seemed to have shed her reserve. The times she was with him or when we were all together were always pretty exciting. What I was uncomfortable with was that Peter seemed to expect to be with Gail whenever we met and more importantly, I thought he might be in love with her.


My phone rang. I looked at the screen. "Giancomo calling," I announced, and I started to walk out of the room. "Excuse me; I'll be back in a few." Gail looked to me without comment and Peter innocently said, "Sure." 

As I closed the door I slowed it enough to keep it from clicking shut and wondered if they had noticed.

I opened my phone greeting Giancomo while heading upstairs for the clearest reception. We actually talked for a while, maybe ten or fifteen minutes. When finished I took the opportunity to call my new friend Carol, in Antibes, using the hotel number. She sounded happy to hear from me. "OK to talk? I asked. 

"Yes, Mark is in the restaurant, I can see him from the balcony." We talked lightly at first and when I mentioned that I was thinking about her, she said, "That's all I have been thinking about Rian." 

Then I shared my thoughts, "Carol, if I were able to arrange getting you on board for part of this trip, would you be able to join us?"

"For how long", she asked and after a pause "What would I tell Mark?" 

I laughed, "I mean for both of you to come." We laughed together and I added, "Problem is that when we sail we will be gone for at least 5 or 6 days before you can leave."

"I can see what my mom says. She's the baby sitter," Carol said. "Can you call back, I'll ask?" 

"Sure, when shall I call," I asked.

"In fifteen minutes," Carol said.

I laughed again expecting her to say tomorrow. "Ok, I'll call back," I said, and then added softly, "Miss you." 

"Me too," Carol added and we signed off.

I was anxious to go back to our cabin but restrained myself long enough to call back. Carol answered immediately. "Yes" she said. "Mom agreed but I still have to talk to Mark. I think he will agree, he is really taken with Gail," and I heard her softly laugh.

"That's great," I added. "Now I'll have to ask the boat owner, I'm pretty sure there is a cabin. I'll let you know tomorrow afternoon." We exchanged a few smoochy words for a minute or two and signed off. 

I went down below deck and approached our cabin. I was walking quietly but for no reason as the hall is heavily carpeted. The door was still only partially closed. I pressed the door lightly and it moved open, just enough to see part of the room. I was looking from the foot of the bed and saw the whole side of the bed near the bathroom. Gail was leaning back on her elbows with her legs over the edge of the bed, I was looking at her left side, her breast partly showing under her arm. 

She had taken off her shorts, and Peter had his head between her legs. I could hear the sounds of his mouth. Gail had her head laid back and her eyes were closed. I watched her raise her groin upward a few times. Peters hand crept to her belly and then started to slide under her shirt to her breasts. The contrast of his black arm on the whiteness of her belly was erotic. I could only see the top of his head and his right shoulder which was bare. 

More than a month ago Gail had agreed with me that before she started anything with Peter, that she would discuss it with me. Here she was again having sex with Peter and nothing was discussed. Strangely enough I was not bothered by her ignoring our understanding and I wondered why I was being so imprudent with my treasure. I had Carol on my mind. I closed the door and went back to the upper deck, fixed a drink and sat looking at the shore activity. 

I went back to our cabin about twenty minutes later. Gail was sitting in the middle of the bed in her shorts, and Peter was sitting in the same chair, his shoes off, resting his feet on the bed. They both nonchalantly greeted me as If nothing had been going on.

About a half hour later Peter left with our assurance that we'd be in contact with him as soon as we knew our schedule.

Around nine thirty that evening Giancomo and Gabriella arrived. It was obvious the Captain had been informed as there were three crew members waiting. Ten minutes after the hugs and hello's of their arrival, Gail and Gabriella were sitting on the fore deck chatting away, laughing, drinking wine and eating pizza that was delivered. Giancomo and I talked in the lounge for a good while and then we called to the girls that we were retiring. When Gail came down it was well after midnight, and her moving about woke me.

Once in bed she scooted close to me and rested her hand on my chest. I could smell the freshness of the soap she had just used. The cabin was dark so I spoke to the ceiling. "All caught up?" I asked. I could feel Gail, smile.

"Yes, I know everything that they've done since we saw them in Chile," Gail answered.

"Humm," I sounded, adding, "What with all the phone calls I thought you were already informed."

"Well now I know the spicy details," Gail continued.

I interrupted her as she started to speak again, "What happened to our agreement about Peter?" I asked. 

Gail paused a while, her finger tapped my chest before she answered, "I thought that your leaving was a kind of consent," she responded, her voice rose at the ending in a questioning tone.

I considered her answer and responded, "I guess that's not an unfair assumption. I could have stayed. But I saw you teasing him and... I guess... I guess I don't know what I was thinking." 

Gail didn't say anything. I continued, "I saw him between your legs, did you suck his cock? 

I could feel Gail nod, "Yes," she said.

"Did he cum in your mouth?"

"No," she paused, "I took it out and he came on my chest."

"Did you make love?" I asked.

"No." Gail answered, and after a long pause, "... He wanted to, but we didn't."

I mulled over her answer then nodded once or twice and whispered, "Odd I didn't get excited watching." I could feel Gail move her head to look toward me in the darkness. Then without speaking she cuddled closer, her breast resting on my arm, and we slept.

The next two days the boat would be humming with activity. Giancomo had meetings in the hotel conference rooms during the first day. There was a cocktail party planned on the boat this evening at 8PM. The next evening the reception was planned at Fort Antoine and then a small group party on the boat after dinner at Bice.

The next morning Gail and Gabriella spent the day shopping. I tried to line up a game of tennis but could not get a convenient time so I called Peter and invited him to lunch. He arrived with a big grin and a lovely very blond woman. I later learned that she was Swedish, and her name was Kajsa. Watching their interaction I gathered she was already a pretty close friend. Though he was disappointed that Gail was not with me he was somewhat content when I invited them to the cocktail party that evening. 

Because I knew we would have little time to get together with Peter on this visit, I was hoping that the invitation would provide a reprieve. As it turned out, we didn't spend ten minutes together at the party. 

I was also hoping it would not be considered cheeky of me for having invited him to the party. After all, it was not my party. I made mental note to ask Giancomo before he saw Peter at the party. 

I watched Gail prepare herself for the cocktail party. She had just spent the day shopping with Gabriella. The new clothes she purchased that afternoon were laid out on the bed whilst she was sitting in a short silky robe putting on makeup; her hair was pulled up and off her face which made her neck look a yard long. She would glance up to me and smile when she saw me admiring her. 

Gail's confidence when I was looking at her never failed to amaze me. Most girls would have asked, "Do I look okay?" or "Something wrong?" If it was me looking at her Gail knew that it was because I was admiring her and she always gave me a warm confident smile in return.

When I started to put my jacket on Gail asked me to wait so that we could go up on deck together. I draped my jacket on the end of the small two person couch and sat down half watching her and half watching the TV DVD which was playing an Italian show that was actually pretty sexy. 

There had been no time until this moment to discuss my lunch with Peter so I tuned down the TV and told Gail about Kajsa. She was silent. I looked at her reflection in the mirror and she was shaking her head. 


"How sad," was all that she said. 


I didn't understand her meaning until she added. "Poor Phyllis. I guess that means that their marriage is finished." 

How selfish it was of me, I thought. His wife Phyllis had not even entered my mind. I should have known that would be Gail's first thought. She came from a marriage committed family, her parents had a remarriage repeat-ceremony after many years of marriage.

At about 8:15 our boat wireless phone rang. I answered and Gabriella immediately started teasing me, "Promise to dance with me and hold me very close tonight?" 

I answered, "I'd be glad to hold you close, even without dancing." 

"It's easier to make you excited if we are moving," Gabriella whispered. "May I speak to your lady?" she asked. 

I handed Gail the phone and the girls spoke and laughed for a few minutes. Gail informed, "She's coming down so we can walk in together. Giancomo isn't back yet so you have to escort us both." 

Gail rose from the makeup table and took off her robe. She only wore a light beige thong. Her perfect breasts, small enough so that they were never hanging, are crowned with pinkish brown aureole and the slight chill had her nipples clearly showing. Gail reached for her dress and carefully slipped it over her head. I watched every move she made and she was enjoying my attention. 

When she was dressed I breathed a sigh at how beautiful she looked. Her face was made up softly, a lot of white around her eyes, and soft reddish rouge high on her cheeks. She was wearing an off-white dress that had a border of the same material in a soft gold color just above her breasts, with buttons between her breasts. I assumed the buttons were tight enough to keep it up because it had no straps. Her back was bare and enticing. The dress buttoned in front from top to bottom with matching white buttons that seemed to disappear into the color of the fabric.

It was a material that gave me the impression that in the right light I would be able to see through the cloth. It was some inches above her knees, and had a thin very light green and beige thread belt knotted on the side.

She was wearing beige shoes that had no back, decorated lightly with a light brown grainy leather across the front. Her legs were bare. A small white gold heart with black and yellow diamonds was pinned at the top of her dress near her heart. Her hair was up on her head where a small comb with colorful stones was embedded. She wore no jewelry around her neck and the combination of her bare chest and long neck made her look absolutely elegant. "You look like Aphrodite," I said. 

There was a tap at the door and Gabriella entered without our answering. She looked at Gail and said, "Lo credo bene..." you look beautiful, rolling her head from side to side. I believed the Italian head movement meant that she wasn't too surprised. 

Gabriella looked just as spectacular. She wore a short yellow dress of three pieces each piece overhanging the other, ending halfway up her thigh. It was loose and tempting to watch because I kept thinking it would move higher. It had small shoulder straps and was loose on her breasts accentuating her cleavage. She wore long white earrings and her eye makeup had brushes of yellow. She had tall heels on making her almost my height. 

Gabriella smiled as I looked her over in appreciation, "You like... don't you Ri?" 

I nodded. "You look like Cleopatra. The two of you...Aphrodite and Cleopatra, I could spend my life worshipping you girls."

"Ladies," said Gabriella, "Gian keeps telling me I'm not a girl anymore."

I walked behind the girls heading for the rear deck. The reaction from the guests reassured me. We walked in from the port side door and the gathering near the door grew quiet for a moment. I stood back and watched people stare at Gail as she walked across the room to where Richard and Evita were standing. Richard and Evita are an English couple with a young son that Gail met and fancied two years ago. There must have been some twenty or thirty people standing around. I recognized half of them and remembered the names of a few.

I joined Gail and we chatted with Richard and Evita for a few minutes. I excused myself and took hold of Gail's arm and lead her outside to where Peter and Kajsa were standing, drinks in hand, in a group of three couples. The couple with their back towards us turned out to be Richard Jr., the son she fancied, and his sister Janice. Gail exchanged reserved hugs with Peter and Kajsa, then quickly turned to Richard and Janice with a hello hug. I thought Gail's interaction with both her former lovers was interesting. I focused my attention on Janice who seemed to have grown considerably and was now a very lovely young lady.

Gabriella had called the attention of the guests to announce that Giancomo had called to apologize for being late, urging us all to eat and be merry. She spoke first in perfect French and then in Italian. I marveled at how at ease most of these people were with speaking three, four or even five languages. 

There was a wall with mountains of food, and a bar inside with another outside on the rear deck. A DJ was sitting around a mountain of speakers playing oldies that many of the guests were singing along to. I wound up getting another drink for Janice and we talked for ten minutes. 

Giancomo finally arrived and was making his rounds. When he arrived where Janice and I were standing he placed his arms around both of us. To my surprise he addressed Janice by name as he walked us across the room toward a very large and stately looking older gentleman. Giancomo introduced him as Dareius Karkasi and told him that I was his partner in shipping. Janet was introduced as a long time family friend and I could see that Dareius was interested. We shook hands and made small talk. He was a large man, barrel-chested, and as we talked he kept looking at the people standing around, Gail among them. I later learned he was a Greek businessman, also in shipping and was doing some kind of business with Giancomo. 


Gail Joins Dareius



People were dancing, I saw Gail dancing with a stranger. I danced with Janice, then with Gabriella. Giancomo wound up standing with me and Janice and soon Gail and Gabriella joined us. 

Giancomo called the Captain on a boat phone and a few minutes later some extra chairs were brought to the fore deck. We went forward and sat in a circle. I wound up in a sofa chair with cushioned arms. Gail was to my left with young Richard beside her. Giancomo and Gabriella were opposite me with Janice beside Giancomo. In spite of the semi darkness I managed to enjoy looking at Janice's legs in her short skirt and I believe she enjoyed the attention. 

About two hours into the evening Richard Senior and Evita joined us for their goodbyes and shortly afterwards Giancomo pled early morning meetings and he and Gabriela left as well. Gail left with them to use the WC and I asked Janice to protect my comfortable seat while I went aft to say goodnight to Peter. When I joined a group of half dozen people where Peter was standing he immediately pulled me aside and we walked down the gang walk and along the pier.

"Is Gail upset?" He asked. 

I nodded, "Yes, I think she is...but she'll get used to it." 

Peter asked, "Did you tell her I was living with Kajsa?" 

I pondered his question for a moment, "No" I answered, "you never told me that. But she's not upset about Kajsa, she's upset about you and Phyllis." 

Peter sighed like it had just dawned on him that we liked Phyllis too. After a moment or two he asked, "When will I see you next?" 

"I'll call when I know our schedule back to Monte Carlo," I said. We chatted for a few minutes more, exchanged back pats and I walked back up the walk way to the Gabbiano. 

When I joined the group on the fore deck there were more chairs. Except for Richard Jr., and Janice, the chairs were mostly filled with strangers. Gail had not returned. Janice insisted that I take back my comfortable chair and she gingerly perched on the arm beside me and we mostly spoke with each other. I had the impression that she enjoyed when I flirted, and I wondered if she knew that Gail and her brother had been together. 

I decided to look for Gail and excused myself and headed for the aft deck. She was not there, and she was not in the rest room. I walked through the aft deck and peered through the door along the starboard side, and then the same on the port walkway. There was a shadow of someone leaning against the railing but I couldn't make out if it was Gail. I stepped out on the walkway and was halfway toward reaching the shadows when they noticed me approaching. Gail stepped out from behind the shadow of a man, Ri? She called softly.

I responded, "Hey, we missed you." I was close enough to see that the other person was the Greek man I had met earlier. 

Gail began, "Sorry, Ri, Ginacomo introduced me earlier to Mr. Karkasii, and we got to chatting." She turned slightly toward Mr. Karkasii as if to introduce us. 

"I met Dareius earlier," I offered, in a not particularly kind tone of voice.

Dareius, speaking softly, apologized for "...occupying Gail's time," and started to tell me how charming my wife was. I thanked him and we exchanged a few more words when he added, "Now that we are partners..." and He proceeded to invite us to visit his island in Greece. I was there less than a minute but I sensed that Gail was tense. Gail is a shy person and finds it difficult to quiet forceful people, especially strangers. While Dareius was speaking I looked him over more closely. He looked large with big hands that didn't seem to fit the softness of his speech and gentlemanly manner. I'd have guessed he was in his late forties or fifties.

We were standing in a triangle when I reached my right hand to take Gail's left hand in mine. "Thanks for entertaining her," I announced to Mr. Karkasii rather loudly and in an effort to take charge. "We have to say goodnight to some friends and its bedtime." 

While speaking I had moved Gail toward me. I placed my arm around her waist and I guided her toward the stairwell, and we left. It happened so quickly that Mr. Karkasi simply nodded a yes, and offered his "Goodnight."

We went back to our small group sitting aft and said goodnight to everyone we knew. I stepped to Janice's chair and kissed her cheek goodnight. I watched 

Gail bend over and kiss Richard on the cheek, and we left.

Halfway to our cabin I commented, "I'll bet Richard is disappointed."

Gail didn't say anything for the longest time then commented, "I was hoping to see him tomorrow... instead." 

"Hoping?" I asked.

"We agreed to meet at his hotel in the late morning, if possible. Is that OK with you?"

I considered it for a moment then responded, "Yes...," and after a long pause, "But I expect a blow by blow reenactment, pun intended." 

Gail smiled as I opened the door, "of course," she agreed. As she walked across the room she added, "Would you like to join us?"

I thought for a moment, "How would you mange that with Richard, I'm sure he'd be afraid?"

Gail responded, "I can talk to him. I'd love having you with me."

"Let me think about it," I answered. 

When we were in bed and finally relaxed Gail scooted close and rested her head on my shoulder. My goodness, that friend of Gian's is really something."

"Mr. Karkasii," I asked.

"Mmm," she nodded her head yes. "Somehow one moment we were introduced and the next he is acting as if I were a lifelong friend." 

"Was he rude? Did he do anything? I asked.

"Hmm," she sounded then added, "Just the opposite He was charming, a perfect gentleman, still, I was nervous."

"That's why I took your hand, I sensed that." 

"I love it when you're protective," Gail mumbled.

The next morning was a rush of last minutes changes. Gabriella was making changes, Giancomo was making changes, and Gail somehow had become the approval that Gabriella needed in order to get Giancomo to agree to her changes. Gail never found time to meet Richard, and by not answering my cell I managed my last early morning hour of tennis before we left.

Gail placed her hand on my arm and smiled when I told her that Carol had called agreeing that she and Mark would be able to travel with us for at least five days. As Gail and Gabriella were leaving the yacht I asked Gabriella, "Would you mind if I asked another couple to sail with us for a week?" She stopped and looked at me with a serious expression.

"I am not enough for you Rian?" she asked.

I was actually surprised and thought she was serious, "Too much for me," I replied, "that's why," I answered, trying to keep it light.

Gabriella smiled, "No problem my love," then added. "Gail told me about your friends in Antibes." 

I smiled, embarrassed and relieved, "I'll ask Giancomo when I find him," I informed. 

"He'll be here to change about midday," she said, I know he invited a friend just this morning but there's room enough," Gabriella informed.

I cornered Giancomo on his return to the yacht just as the Captain was approaching him. "Giancomo, I have an American couple, friends that I'd like to invite to sail with us for the first week, if that's convenient."

Giancomo starred at me for a good while, with an ever so slight smile, his eyes were searching my face, "You know Rian, you don't have to ask me, your friends are my friends," he answered, smiling.

"Not this one," I replied, also smiling. 

With a grin he answered, "Of course... of course you can invite anyone you want," patting me on the back. I could see his mind was back to the task of attending to all that was going on tonight.

I called Carol and we spoke for ten minutes. She was excited about coming, and I was thrilled that we were able to organize it. I also spoke to Mark and I informed him where to go to arrange a car service to Monaco. 

About an hour later Captain Charles telephoned our cabin and asked me a few questions about when Carol would be on board, and where she was coming from. When I told him their arrival time, he asked if it would be OK if he picked them up in Antibes by stopping off shore and picking them up with the yachts shore-boat. It seems we were planning to start sailing during the night and he said he could be offshore at 8AM if they were ready.

I called Carol back and told her we would pick her up, and I could hear the excitement in her voice. 

We had no obligation to attend meetings during the day but Gaincomo mentioned that I might find one meeting interesting, and I did attend a shipping discussion which I found fascinating.

The plans for the evening were that we attend the ceremony and presentations at the Hotel Metropole, a change from Giancomo's usual yearly gathering place. We later learned that many of the 90 some odd persons in attendance were staying in that hotel. After the ceremony most of the guests would have a buffet dinner at the hotel. A small group of us would be leaving to dine at the restaurant Bice, and afterward attend a small party on the boat. At 1:30 AM the Captain would de-board the party guests and he would commence sailing. We could continue to party.

At the hotel Gabriella stepped from the limo that Giancomo had provided and waited for Gail to exit and the two of them nonchalantly walked into the hotel chatting away, a spectacle of loveliness in a grand entrance. 

Giancomo and I walked behind them without speaking, noticing people watching the girls then turning to us to size up 'the husbands'. I'm sure we never received grades equal to the lovely ladies that we escorted. 

Gabriella looked fabulous in a simple black silky dress with the only color a long white string of pearls that agonizingly passed right through her cleavage. Somehow I always noticed her dark red toenails. I searched in vain for marks of underwear, her legs were bare, she must be naked underneath, I thought. She looked every bit the belle of this gathering.

Gail looked just as striking. She wore a dark blue and grey silky mid-thigh dress that was fitted around the chest and slightly outlined her breasts and nipples. The tailoring was perfectly suited to her almost girl like figure, and like Gabriella I imagined she was naked underneath. 

I was proud to be with her. I remembered the shy girl that she was when we met and I was in awe of the woman she had become. But, she never really lost her shyness and the bond we now shared was greater. I laughed to myself, back home she would not dare to go out dressed like that. The men would gawk maybe comment, and the women would hate her. Here in France (Monte Carlo) the men looked appreciatively (enviously too) but with a C'est la vie attitude. It perfectly complimented the women that took the time to make themselves beautiful. 

We entered a conference room decorated to the hilt with flowers and about a dozen beautifully dressed tables with linen clothes and service evenly lined in a perfect circle. A small platform was placed against the wall that had large windows with a perfect view of the city. Three chairs were on the platform and a podium with microphones. A man stood in the front corner with a huge television camera on his shoulder. People were moving around the room with drinks in their hands. 

I noticed a younger group of men that I later learned were Giancomo's new team of managers, all gathered around three tables. I couldn't help notice how beautifully tailored all the men were, and their wives were just as well dressed. Gabriella identified them as the "...Italian race team." They were not race drivers but I guess they were a fast enough group of promotional people that they earned the name of racers. A few of them had been looking at Gail and Gabriella. 

We were at a table for eight in the rear of the room that had a purple band from the center of the table that hung over the edge in front of a chair. We soon found out that a Priest was seated at our table along with a politician from Milan. To our surprise our new friend Mr. Karkasii was also at our table accompanied by a most gorgeous long legged blond woman. She was dressed alluringly and her figure was spectacular, aloof, made to attract attention. At the table she was introduced by Mr. Karkasii as Valeriya and he suggested we speak English slowly as she mostly spoke Russian. We later found out that she was 26 years old and lived in Monte Carlo. She didn't fail to impress the racers from the front of the room and they made it a point to walk across the room as often as possible under pretext of going to the WC. 

We did our best to be cordial to Mr. Karkasii, (he insisted we call him Dareius), though it was difficult because he had such an arrogant air. His pretty companion Valeriya spoke little but smiled whenever we would look at her. The priest was an absolute delight and when moments allowed he told us stories of Giancomo's largess. Unbeknown to most of us, Giancomo was a philanthropist of sorts. 

The ceremony and awards that evening was a masterful performance. Giancomo managed so well to create a serious yet fun atmosphere in the room. Impressive gifts were given to some of the key personnel that included fine watches and even a car.

In a closing talk Giancomo informed the group of new projects he was planning or concluding, in which they may be asked to assist. The race team roared. Then he introduced our table, starting with Dareius, whom he introduced as an exciting new partner that would "...provide us access to competitive shipping in eastern Europe." He introduced me as "... the owner of our marine transport division in South America, and the Priest as the Director of an aid program called Talisman Italia. The politician was nudged by Gabriella to stand as Giancomo introduced him as the Honorable gentleman. It took all of four or five minutes to complete the introductions, and we were ready to leave.

Our head table was escorted into two limousines and we headed for the Bice restaurant, our favorite in Monte Carlo. Once again we ended up at the table with Mr. Karkasii sitting directly across from Gail, and I noticed that she was uncomfortable as he often starred at her. Gabriella was seated in the middle of the table with the Priest and Mayor on either side, and she kept up a steady and humorous banter in three different languages.

Gabriella and the Mayor kept the table in chat, and laughing. The Mayor spoke in Italian and with what we understood, and what Gabriella interpreted, we laughed along. The Priest spent considerable time in conversation with Gail and later in the evening, back on the Gabbiano, we were chatting leaning over the railing in the far stern and he said, "your wife has a very refreshing intellect...I wish I were traveling with you, I would learn more." That should not have surprised me, but it did. I wondered, "What did she exchange with the priest that he learned from?"

Back on the Gabbiano the party was loud and the dancing wild. Many of the guests were very into dancing and doing so with abandon, and they were terrific. At one point Gail and I joined in a line and the leader taught the whole lot of us what to dance. 

A gentleman that was American took the microphone from the band and sang an oldies song making it sound like he were singing through a megaphone. The band took up after him, and started playing flapper songs and Charleston music. Now the older crowd was teaching the younger group. It was a delightful going away gathering and Gail and I left with Gabriella and Giancomo in the early morning hours.

When we awoke in the morning we were anchored about a kilometer beyond the cabanas at the Hotel du Cap, off Cap d' Antibes. I took a mug of coffee and went on the starboard deck to watch the shore-boat head for the dock at the Hotel with the captain and a helper aboard. Soon Carol and Mark appeared and were escorted into the boat. Their suitcases were passed to the boat by the crewman and they departed for our yacht. When the shore-boat was alongside I was standing at the railing a deck above, to greet them.

The Captain took them directly to their room while I waited on the main deck lounge for about fifteen minutes. Carol finally showed up and we greeted each other warmly, though without any physical display.

"Mark is getting our stuff laid out," she said. "I told him I wanted to thank you for the invitation." 

We were speaking quietly, sitting opposite each other in the lounge. I was still captivated by Carols' simple beauty. She wore beige Bermuda shorts with a pink knit shirt. She wore no jewelry and little make-up but she still looked a million. Her natural blond shimmered when she moved. "You look so beautiful," I said, as she continued to smile at me without answering my comment. I was excited to see her again. I took the time to share with her our plans for the next week and explained that we would have to play carefully. 

***

The 3 days sail to Malaga Spain was as relaxing and pleasant a trip as we have ever had. We ate well with a large lunch at 2 PM each day that consisted of four or five courses of food, excellent wines, cheese from every European country, and wonderful conversation. Dareius and Giancomo had interesting stories, we played games and watched movies and we truly enjoyed the Mediterranean which had mild seas the whole trip. We stopped when the Captain instructed the cook where to buy bread and cheese, and then simply resumed sailing. 

I managed to be with Carol on three occasions. One brief get together was late one evening when she was walking from her room and we passed in the hall, and another late the first morning when we spent a long time in the storage area for the snorkeling and swim gear. 

We were both aching for a chance to sleep together but the opportunity had not yet presented itself. Soon that would change. I told Gail of each time. The second time Gail placed her hands on my face and said, "You know I was jealous the last time you told me. Sweetheart, you enjoy yourself but please don't tell me each time," then with a smile and her hand resting on my shoulder she added, "unless I ask." 

Giancomo and Mark had interest in Valeriya. I could see the way they watched her move about. Dareius had a strong interest in Gail, and he did little to hide it. Gail said she had no interest in him and she actually went out of her way to be as far from him as possible when we were gathered in the lounge, or watching a movie.

The trip itself was more peaceful than exciting. We mostly were in sight of land on the starboard side, and the sea was pretty smooth. One afternoon we were stopped off the coast and we all water sported for the afternoon while trying to decide if we wanted to go to the island of Majorca or continue down the coastline. That day I asked the Captain if I could go with the shore-boat the next morning when the crew went for bread. They called me at 7:30 the next day to have me accompany them to a town called Burriana and I spent almost an hour roaming the stores, many shops still closed, in the little town equidistant from Majorca and Ibiza. 

We had been eating dinner casually dressed for two nights but on the third night Giancomo suggested we all dress formally for dinner. The girls all got together to work on what they would wear and the men simply pulled out tuxedos, except for 

Mark who looked the movie star in a blazer and scarf.

We all picked a card at the beginning of the meal that told us what our after dinner entertainment would be. We all had to tell a story, sing a song, or recite a poem. It was interesting that all the men told stories, and Dareius story was the longest, most complicated, and most interesting. Carol sang a song she wrote, and Gail and Gabriella both told a story about shopping together and two men trying to buy them a drink. They finally accepted the drink and then the story went on telling how they then had to escape. It was a funny story but I worried where it could have led. Gail had never told me about the encounter.




Gail Joins Dareius



We broke up after dinner and I went with Giancomo, Mark and Carol to the rear deck where we had coffee and continued to chat. Mark left and about a half hour later Giancomo said he would call it a night. I sat chatting with Carol for ten minutes then excused myself to see what the others were doing, and she went to see where Mark had gone. We were looking for our opportunity to be together.

Afterwards Carol was waiting in the aft living area and she said, "I can't find Mark," then she whispered, "It's too dangerous for me to disappear now." She made such effort to show her disappointment and looked at me so kindly that I simply stepped to her chair and kissed her briefly on the lips. 

"Come on, I'll walk you down," I said.

We took the port walk to the stairs so that Gail wouldn't see us. I opened their door and she checked again to be certain Mark hadn't returned. "Come in... for a minute," she said.

I stepped into the room, closed the door behind me, and leaned upon the door. I took Carol in my arms and we started to kiss, tongue twisting, sucking, desperate kisses. Carol broke away and placed her head on my chest and started to touch me all over. I stepped away from the door, locked it, and placed Carol against the door, and we kissed again. We touched and itched to go further but we stopped before matters got out of hand, and we said goodnight. 

I went back upstairs and Gail and Dareius were gone. I shut the lights and returned downstairs to our cabin. Gail was in her dressing room and she heard me enter. "Hi Ri," she said, sticking her head out. "I'm just getting comfortable, I'm going back upstairs, Dareius is finishing his story."

"No one else is there," I added. 

Gail smiled, "I know. Everyone else had priorities to attend to." Her smile indicated she was including me in the statement.

"Well, I thought you were uncomfortable with the guy, now you're sitting up all night chatting?"

"Why don't you come and sit with me...please," she suggested.

"No Baby," I answered, "I still don't feel that comfortable with the man."

Gail stepped out with a white on white robe that came up to her neck and down to her knees. She looked beautiful, her hair was still made up. She looked at me hoping that she would convince me to join her. I readied for bed and watched her leave. In spite of her assurance that she wouldn't be gone long, I doubted it.

I must have slept a while when a noise from Gail's dressing area woke me. Then the water ran in her WC, and finally the lights went out and she came to bed. I didn't let on that I was awake as I watched her place her knee on the bed. She wore a white very short and revealing lace night shirt that I loved. I knew she had nothing underneath and I felt a spark of desire, but something urged me not to act on it in spite of the fact that whenever she wore it, we made love. I went back to sleep.

The next morning I woke ahead of Gail and left her sleeping. I found Giancomo on deck and he immediately said "Good morning, then added, "Would you like to stop in Malaga for a day and do the tourist spots." 

"It's a place we've been before," I said, "But yes, I'd love to do a repeat of the shore bars where the fishermen gather."

"Hmm, that sounds tasty," he answered, and with the decision made he picked up the telephone and called the Captain. 

When I arrived in our cabin the phone was ringing and when Gail finally spoke she said, "Sure, we'll be ready." She turned to me with a serious look like she was expecting me to say something then smiled, "Good morning Ri," she said in the cheeriest of tones. "The Captain said we're going ashore today. We're in Malaga."

Trying to keep my tone as relaxed and friendly as possible, I responded, "Yes, I know. What time did you get in last night?" 

"Oh, I was late, probably close to three," she responded. She was moving between the room and her dressing area. "Let me tell you that guy Dareius, I mean... he is an interesting man. You have to hear his stories."

"What was his story about," I asked. 

Gail looked up, "There were several stories, but the one he finished was about a ship of his that was seized in Africa and the complications that arose, and the problems his sailors had." 

"Did he solve the problem? I asked 

"Well," Gail said, "Yes and no. You should hear the story. He's telling us another story tonight, why don't you come and listen."

I sensed that Gail was getting to know the man and now would be the wrong time to push her with questions about last night. 

The Captain had organized a small bus that came to pick us up after we de-boarded the Gabbiano a little after ten. We all noticed that walking was a bit strange after the three days at sea, but we were excited to be off the boat for a bit. The four girls walked ahead of us laughing and chatting away, paying no heed to the attention they were receiving from all the men they passed. We had planned a visit to a Bullfighting Museum and by late afternoon to a Wine Tasting Bar in Competa.

The most interesting part of the bullfighting museum for me was learning that mules pulled the dead bull from the arena.

The bus ride took longer than expected and halfway through the ride Mark left his seat with Carol and went to sit with Dareius and Valeriya, and shortly thereafter Gabriella asked for my seat beside Gail. I ended up sitting with Carol and Giancomo which was an opportunity. 

We lunched at the wine tasting restaurant on the outskirts of Competa and we all enjoyed too much of the new local wine, perfectly chilled and abundant. Giancomo received a call and informed us that the bus would pick us up in one and a half hours. We wound up roaming through little stores and walking the village. After ten minutes we were all separated so Carol and I took advantage of having time together and strolled off walking a good ten minutes away from the small village. 

"Let's not go too far away," I said, and holding Carols hand I guided her off the road and through some trees, hoping that we could find a place to sit down. It wasn't easy walking, and there were no logs or rocks to sit down, so I stopped and gently guided Carol to lean against a tree, and we started to kiss. 

"Yes, touch me... you can touch me everywhere," Carol whispered. I had my hand on her breasts while she was busy unbuttoning her blouse. I touched and kissed her there for a few minutes watching her nipples harden with the slightest touch. When I reached my hands into the back of her pants, she simply opened her slacks and allowed them to drop to the ground, and took her right leg out. 

Carol was wearing a lacy thong. "That's the kind you like, isn't it?" she asked. 

"Yes it is," I stated as I bent down to kiss around her thighs and soon moved the lacy front and kissed and tongued her pussy, Carol moaned. I felt her urging me to stand and when I did she immediately started to undo my belt and soon my pants were on the ground and my underwear halfway down my leg. Carol had both her hands on my cock as we continued to kiss. Soon I was grinding against her and then we were bending to position myself so that I could slide into her. At first we moved very little taking pleasure in the closeness, in filling her. Then Carol placed her hands around my neck and wrapped her legs around me just below my waist and I sighed feeling myself slide deeper into her. Pressing Carol against the tree we made love steadily, kissing with passion, until I heard her start to moan..."Ahhh, yesss, oh Rian...ahhh." I could feel her squeezing my cock with each contraction as she came, and I started to cum spurting deep inside her belly. 

We stayed mouth to mouth with me buried inside of Carol for many minutes. She finally moved and I started to slide out of her. When we were standing slightly apart we looked at each other and smiled. No words were spoken as we proceeded to dress. We walked back to the road holding hands and started back to the village. After a minute or two I started to laugh and Carol smiling but not understanding asked, "What's so funny?"

"Us", I responded. Like teenagers standing in the woods humping.

Carol thought about it for a moment then smiling broadly said, "I never did anything like that as a teenager."

We made it back to the village and sat on a bench in front of the restaurant until everyone was there. The bus soon arrived and we headed back to the boat. On the way Gail asked me, "Are you coming to listen to Dareius story tonight?"

I wondered if there was more to Gail's concern and I asked, "Is the story the centerpiece of the get together, or is there more that goes on."

Gail smiled, I recognized it as her patient smile. "Just the story darling," she answered, then added, "You can ask Carol to come too, if you'd like to." I knew it was a friendly invite so I delayed a moment then asked, "Can Mark come too?"

"Of course", she immediately responded. "He's welcome. He was there the other night and I believe he enjoyed the story." Gail paused for a full minute, "I'm glad you'll be with me because only Dareius and Valeriya will be there." 

I sat and chatted with Giancomo for a good while then went down to our cabin to shower and prepare to listen to Dareius. I had mentioned to Gaincomo that I was going to listen to Dareius tell and story and he commented, "Oh he can tell stories forever... and they are good and they are true." Before leaving the rear deck I telephoned Carol and Mark to invite them.

Carol changed into real pajamas with a robe over her. Gail changed into a knee length night gown that was very conservative, it was something she would occasionally wear to bed. She too had a robe covering her 

There were six of us sitting in Dareius' cabin listening to his story about a mine he controlled in Africa. It seemed that his mine was near an area controlled by rebels, and there were some interesting experiences he was relating.

I sat well back in a large arm chair and Gail sat in front of me leaning back on my chest. My arms were around her, my hands in her lap. Mark was on the floor in front of an arm chair that Carol was sitting in, and Valeriya was sitting at the head of the bed while Dareius was on the right side of the bed, his feet hanging over the side. Dareius was indeed an excellent storyteller. He related what occurred in his deep voice with slight emphasis here and there to highlight important happenings. 

Dareius told about the damage the rebels had done including killing and the rape of the women villagers at his mine, but he didn't go into sordid detail, then the questions started. Carol asked, "Couldn't the mine manager call police or the military?" Gail added, "Why didn't the villagers leave instead of waiting until they had control of the village?"

Dareius answered the questions and after a few more from Mark, Dareius volunteered, "Our plant manager had his wife in the mine, she was visiting from the UK." 

Gail asked, "Did she get away?"

"No... and she had a difficult time," Dareius informed. "They separated the men and women, they tied her feet and hands to the bed in their house."

Gail and Carol looked somber. I couldn't tell if Valeriya understood what he was saying but she didn't react. 

Mark asked, "What did she look like?" Dareius partly smiled, "A pretty girl, petite, a blond English girl."

Mark interrupted, "Did they rape her," he questioned.

"Yes," Dareius responded, "They brought her husband in the house and left her on the bed, her husband could hear her being raped."

The girls groaned. Mark asked, "They untied her and took off her clothes?"

Dareius grim response was that they had already ripped off most of her clothes and that they did not untie her legs."

Mark contested, "How could they rape her if her legs were tied?"

Dareius looked at Mark for a moment then simply answered, "They did...could."

Valeriya rose from the bed smiling and said in her broken English, "I hear this story before... I go for fresh air." A minute or two later Mark rose and said he also wanted fresh air and he left as well, we were sure following Valeriya.

Dareius continued the story but the next time he mentioned rape Gail said, "You know Mark had a point, how did they rape the English woman while she was tied up?"

He smiled and tried to explain without being too crude. Gail enquired in another way and Dareius tried again. Then Carol joined in continuing Gail's enquiry. It seemed like they did not believe Dareius when he said she was raped with her legs still tied. I wondered, "Was there something girls knew that men simply did not understand?"

The two girls and Dareius started discussing how the English lady could have had sex with her legs still tied, and the conversation started to become silly. I thought Dareius was right, and that it was possible. The girls thought it was not and gave very detailed explanation, even explaining positions. I know that I'd made love to Gail with her legs closed, so why not with her legs tied.

The sadness of the story seemed to be lost and the detail of a position for rape became the force. Dareius seemed to be enjoying the exchange when he said to Gail, "Lie on the bed... I'll show you." Then he looked to me and quietly asked, "Do you mind?" 

"No," I responded, Gail had already moved to the center of the bed willing to lie down. Dareius placed her head on a pillow and had her stretch out. He covered her legs and body with her robe then climbed on the bed and squatted over Gails thighs. He then got in a squatting position and when he was where he could almost penetrate a woman, he explained rather than demonstrated how it was possible and I agreed with him. The girls now relented a bit and allowed that it might be possible. A few minutes of idle chatter ending the evening.

We all retired for the night. Back in our cabin I settled into bed and waited for Gail. When she closed the light and snuggled in I asked about Dareius. "He is a good story teller. You've spent a lot of time with him, has he tried to get close to you?"

No answer. 

"Are you going to answer?" I felt Gail move her hand from leaning on my shoulder, when she mumbled.

"Do we have to do this tonight?" 

"Yes", I said, starting to anger. 

Gail quietly whispered, "He did once."

"What happened," I asked.

"He touched me. He fingered me," Gail volunteered.

I was so surprised, I felt cold, I didn't like the man. "And?" I asked. I was expecting more. "What did you do to him," I inquired.

"Nothing," she answered in a stronger voice. 

"Were you in his cabin?" I asked.

"No."

"Well where did this happen?" I prodded.

"On the back deck," Gail informed.

I had to be calm because I was feeling angry. "Why didn't you tell me?" I asked.

"Because I know you don't like him and I knew you'd get as angry as you are now."

I quieted myself and as kindly as I could sound I asked. "Please tell me what happened, how it happened."

Gail moved her hand back to my shoulder and started, "On the way to the back deck we passed through the port walkway. As he opened the door we were face to face and he kissed me, briefly. I didn't fuss. When we were on the back deck he asked if I was upset from the kiss. I said no. He just took his right hand and placed it on my behind and asked if that would upset me. I was taking it all mischievously at that point and I said, "If I was needing attention it would not upset me."

Gail continued, "He kept his hand there, I didn't move away, when he started moving it, it felt good. I allowed it. Once he was under my dress I guess...," she paused to think of what to say, "it felt even better."

I am surprised that he didn't expect anything from you." I whispered.

"I think he expected more, but you came and rescued me," Gail responded.

"Oh," I said, "It was the other night when I picked you up on the deck." 

"Umm," was Gail's response.

"He put his hand under your dress... did you cum?"

"Umm, yes, to both," Gail answered.

"That doesn't happen in a minute, he must have been doing it to you for some time," I said, asked actually.

"Yes," Gail answered, "I think a good few minutes."

I questioned, "Don't you think he is expecting or hoping to get something more from you? He's Giancomo's business partner. Next thing he'll be in Chile needing a translator."

Gail thoughtfully answered. "I think that he believes I will give in to him. When I am with him I find him interesting, a little sexy. When I am away I think of him as arrogant, the kind of person I do not like."

I continued, "Do you think he will get to you?" I emphasized the "get".

Gail responded, "I don't think so Ri, but I am not positive. He likes me a lot. I let him touch me and I liked it, he was gentle. But, I am still not certain." Then Gail laughed. "He is so big you'd think he'd be clumsy, but he isn't."

By now Gail had her arms around my chest and her head was leaning on the top of my shoulder. Enough for now I thought, and we went to sleep.

* * *

Next morning the Captain asked me what the plans were for Carol. Depending on her stay we could head for Marbella and dock there, or continue through the Gibraltar straights thinking about visiting Casablanca. Giancomo had a friend there that owned an upscale hotel called the Club Val d'Anfa.

I spoke to Carol and she said it was best they leave from Marbella. I told the Captain and he arranged for us to dock in Marbella while organizing a flight to Nice in two days for Carol and Mark.

I was a bit preoccupied this day, firstly wondering if I had to be watchful of Gail, and I was disappointed that Carol would be leaving. Carol and I never really had a convenient night together. 

We arrived in Marbella and docked at the Puerto Banus. Giancomo asked us to decide on checking into a hotel for two nights, or staying on board. We all chose the boat. Fifteen minutes later Giancomo informed us "... lets dress for the evening, we're dining at Villa Tiberio, 8:30."

We all roamed through the harbor area for a while. I believe that Carol and Mark were the only ones that had not been there before. We acted like tourists, drank too much wine, and bought silly things that we would probably throw away as soon we got home. I was with Gail the whole time and as we started back to the boat at

seven Gail cuddled close to my arm and said, "It's nice being silly with you, relaxing," and she hugged my arm. 

What gorgeous girls we were with. At 7:45P three men sat waiting for the girls and Mark. Valeriya was first to come out and all three of us said "Wow." She had on a black dress that had sleeves covering both shoulders and nothing else. It was as short as she could get away with and she had simple black shoes with 2" heels. She carried a black bag and I wore a wristwatch that glistened diamonds. She looked terrific, sexy, sparking even Dareius to rise to compliment her and offer his seat.

Carol and Mark were next. Carol was simply stunning in a simple skirt and blouse. Both looked expensive but they were so clean-cut looking that you had to see Carol as clean-cut as well. Her only jewels were earrings with a diamond set in green emerald like stones. Carol was smiling, she seemed to always smile, and she commented on how exciting the afternoon had been. 

Gabrielle and Gail came up together. I guess Gabriella had gone to our cabin to wait for Gail to finish. Gabrielle wore a short dress of dark purple and white, the dress hung at mid-thigh. She looked sexy and she pranced toward us like a model, turned around in front of us and said, "Look men, what wonderful ladies you have."

Gail was right beside her in a dark grey skirt that was of summer material, and very loose dark blue silk blouse. I looked then swallowed. Gail was braless and it was easy to see. Her skirt was mid-thigh and her heels were just an inch or two high. She wore a watch and earrings. I don't know how a girl can look conservative and sexy, but that's how she looked to me, absolutely stunning. I smiled at her as she looked at me for approval. I also noticed Dareius starring open mouthed. 




Gail Joins Dareius



The girls immediately started complimenting the others outfit and that remained the conversation until we arrived at Villa Tiberio. We were taken outside to a magnificent garden and seated at a round table. Giancomo with Gabriella and Dareius beside Gabby and Valeriya next to me and Gail. Mark sat beside Gail and Carol beside Giancomo.

We started with Proseco, then red wine all evening. The food was extraordinary and the service was conducive to drinking, and we did. I danced with Valeriya then Carol but mostly with Gail. At one point when Giancomo danced with Gail I was at the table when they returned. Gail looked disturbed. When we were the only two at the table and I asked if something were wrong. She said no, except that she had too much to drink. We started chatting and I asked her if Giancomo was acting mischievous she said no. I suddenly had a thought that I was concerned about mentioning, but I did.

"Does Giancomo know that Dareius got close to you?" I asked.

Gail looked at me questioningly, a long look and then said, "I don't know, don't think so," then questioningly she added, "Why?"

"Don't know why I asked," I lied.

"Did Giancomo say or ask anything while you were dancing?" I asked.

"No, not really, he said things like if I'm enjoying... I said I was."

I saw that Gail had something on her mind that she didn't want to talk about. I did too and I thought I had better worry about keeping Gail happy and protecting her. "Sweetheart, do you think Giancomo was expecting you to get friendly with Dareius... wanting you too?"

Gail had been watching the dancers but she turned her head to look at me and reaching out to touch my cheek, she smiled. "You always manage to surprise me Ri."

"Why now?" I asked, surprised at her touch and comment.


"Because as I walked back from the dance floor I wondering that as well. No Ri I think he is surprised that I see a deeper side to Dareius." 

"Is that what you were talking about with Giancomo," I asked.

"Uh hmm," she sounded. 

"Do you think Dareius knows you've been with Giancomo," I continued.

"No. Dareius keeps worrying about what Giancomo might see or hear."

I smiled at Gail, squeezed her hand and whispered, "Think Giancomo is jealous?"

I also noted that Gail's answer indicated that she and Dareius had been talking about it.

Gail smiled. "Maybe, I don't know. I only care if you are jealous." Gail touched my cheek again and sat upwards smiling as the others returned from dancing.

It was about midnight when we returned to the berth where the boat was tied. Giancomo immediately went to the bar and started fixing drinks. I was wined out and settled for sparkling water. Dareius drank the same whiskey and water he'd been drinking all evening.

Gabriella placed a disc and music filled the whole rear part of the boat. She grabbed Mark and walked through the opened cabin to the rear deck and started dancing. 

Dareius moved his and Valeriya's chair nearer to us and Gail smiled. He looked at me and asked, "Are you planning to come listen to our stories tonight Rian.?" 

I actually smiled. "I know they are good" I answered. "I'll see how awake I feel."

Carol was sitting by herself and watching Gabriella and Mark dance. I rose and walked over to ask her to dance. We started dancing with space between us but I soon had Carol pressed against me. When Gabriella stopped and went inside I took Carols hand and simply stepped to the inside of the rear cabin, behind the chairs and we walked out into the walkway between the deck cabin and the railing. I simply had Carols hand, and she followed. I didn't know if we were watched.

We walked toward the rear deck and I pulled two lounge chairs together in the farthest darkest corner of the aft deck. We kissed, and then she got comfortable on the lounge. She lay down fully stretched, ankles crossed. I sat beside her left side and we talked while I touched. I lifted her blouse and touched her breast. I placed my hand under her skirt and touched her thighs. She looked at me and smiled then opened her legs. She said she loved my touching her and sighed saying, "I wish this trip were for a month."

"Can people see us?" she asked."

I looked toward the fore deck then answered, "I doubt it."

Carol raised her skirt to her waist and even in the darkness I could see her panties. She lifted her behind to lower her panties and I helped by lowering them to her feet and removing them. Carol reached to take the panties and took hold of my hand, "Let's make love Ri," she whispered.

I touched her gently for a long time, touching her breasts and pulling on her nipples through her clothing. I ran my fingers through her pussy hair and over her pussy lips, exploring, sticking my finger inside, she was so wet. She moaned as I pulled in and out. Carol had her left arm stretched to touch me and she was squeezing and rubbing my cock through my pants. I kissed her entangling my tongue with hers, I ran it over her teeth between her lips and gums, tasting and touching her whole mouth. I just couldn't get enough. 

I stood and lowered my pants and shorts, Carol looked at my hard cock and smiled as I stepped out of the pant legs. I placed my left leg on the far side of her chair and crawled over her while gazing down between her legs. My cock touched the top of her pussy and she quickly reached down and took hold of me guiding it to her center. I felt the head of my cock touch something wet and I instinctively humped forward. Carol too was ready and she pressed forward as my cock slowly slipped into her wetness. We made love, slowly, trying to digest the feeling. She sighed as I slide into her. I marveled at how tight she felt, she kept touching my face and shoulders, raising her head to kiss my chin, my forehead, my mouth. She moaned and made sounds of pleasure and we moved softly against one another for the longest time and then she suddenly pushed her groin hard up against me and stayed pressed moaning "Uhhh,uhhh" then a sigh then "Oh Riannn uhh ohh" and she mumbled "I'm cu... cuming", Oh mmm, and she moaned pressing harder, I felt the pulsing of her cuming through my cock.

We lay there for a while whispering, holding hands, my cock still inside her. I slipped out and cupped her pussy gently touching her. After a time Carol sat up and asked me to lie down and she started touching my soft cock. She leaned over and kissed the head and caressed my balls. As my cock started to harden she leaned forward and took most of me into her mouth. Her attention was to loving my cock and kissing and licking my balls. After a few minutes and in a shattering surge of passion I felt my cum surge into her mouth. She attended to my withering cock for a minute or two more before she walked to the railing and spit it out. 

I didn't expect that anyone would be in the lounge as we walked back, it was empty. We must have been gone more than an hour. I held Carols hand and walked down the starboard stairs to the dimly lit hallway to our cabins. "I hope Mark has been out having fun," she whispered. 

I stood beside her door as she entered her cabin. When the door was closed I could hear the sound of their voices but I couldn't hear what was being said. The voices didn't sound angry so I walked down the hallway passing the other guest suite and stopped before the two doors that made up the entrance to our cabin.

I couldn't hear anything except the slight hum of the boat engines. I rested my hand on the door knob and noticed the big door was just leaning against the frame, closed but not shut. I pushed slowly and the door opened slightly, the room was almost dark. I heard music. I thought I would enter without waking Gail. As I stepped inside I partly turned to the door to shut it quietly and I froze in my movement. 

Music was playing quietly on the room speakers, and the light in Gail's bathroom on the left side was allowing a trickle of light in the room. Gail was sitting in the middle of the bed, facing me while straddling Dareius with her back toward his face. Her eyes were closed, her head gently tilted and leaning back. She was sliding forward then crunching her pussy upwards, then sliding back, his cock obviously buried deep inside her. Her breasts were swaying enticingly each time she changed direction. 

My mouth opened in surprise. Darius face was behind Gail so all I could see of him was his legs. I heard him sigh then Gail leaned forward and put her hands on his legs continuing to press against his cock. She gave no sign that she heard me enter. Her eyes still closed. 

She started sliding again. I was accustomed to the dark now and thought I somehow registered the look of pleasure on her face. I watched her breasts sway forward as she started moving backward while pressing hard against him. I moved slowly to the right toward the large comfort chair against the wall at the base of the bed. If Dareius had his eyes open he would see me moving.

I took three steps then turned and resting my arms on the chair-arms I lowered myself onto the cushions, hoping it wouldn't make noise as I settled in. It didn't, and neither did Gail or Dareius indicate that they heard me. I was seated low down now, maybe eight or ten feet from Gail. She stopped moving on Dareius for a moment and turned her head to her right, away from where I was sitting and softly asked him, "Do you like that?" 

He moaned an "Uhh.." then responded in his deep voice, "I love it." I wondered what he loved then thought I knew. Gail would often stop moving with me inside her and move the muscles in her pussy as if they were milking me. 

Darius added, "That feels so good... I could cum."

"Cum in me...cum again," Gail whispered.

Where I was seated was hard for Dareius to see me. Gail could but she still had her eyes closed and she was making sounds as if she was working toward an orgasm. She'd moan as she slid her hips forward on his cock. I couldn't see his cock entering her as she was barley lifting off his upper thighs. 

Gail would move a little bit faster from time to time making her breasts bounce. She looked so beautiful, sexy, and when she would moan I would feel a strong jealously pang, I wanted to be the person making her cum.

I was sitting there a good five minutes watching Gail service Dareius. Neither of them indicated they knew I was there. I was tempted to reach for my cock but hesitated thinking that when they stopped and saw me there I did not want Dareius to think I was accepting. I didn't want him to think he had access whenever he thought, like Peter did. But, what I was observing was very exciting.

Gail stopped moving and slowly lifted her left leg. His cock slipped out and she squatted beside Dareius with her right hand holding his cock then moved her head toward his cock. She put the upper third to her mouth, rubbed her lips along the side, then put the head to her lips and placed it in her mouth. I was shaken. It felt like my stomach gripped my heart. She took her mouth away for a minute and quietly said, "I can taste our fluids," and then continued pleasuring his cock.

It was the first I'd seen of Dareius body and I was surprised. He looked big but not fat, his cock a good seven or eight inches and of medium thickness. I could see Gail opening her mouth wide. She teased and toyed with his cock for some two or three minutes, sucking, then licking its length, and then she moved close and stretched her right leg over his thighs and squatted over his cock, facing him now. Her hand went behind her centering his cock and then she moved slightly forward pressing down to get him inside. 

"Ohhh," Gail sighed as she started to slide him into her. Even though she had just been loving him she was moving slowly to again fit her pussy around his cock.

When he was full inside her she paused for a moment leaning her head left and sighed, then opened her mouth without making a sound and started to move and slide on his cock. A minute later she whispered, "I'm going to cum again... ohh my." After a thirty second pause she again moaned, "... Ohh do it, oh mmmy goodness, " and she shuddered. Using her arms to support her she was moving up and down fully lifting to the edge of his cock then sliding down. When she was down she'd move sideways edging his cock deeper with each move. Her small right breast was hanging as she leaned over. She looked absolutely gorgeous, so very sexy, and I was jealous. I was looking at her back hole and her pussy filled with Dareius fat cock. When she lifted up her pussy would wrap a layer of her pussy flesh around his cock. I was jealous and mesmerized.

I was also turned on realizing the pleasure that Gail felt. When she had him fully inside her she sat up straight and inched forward slowly, like she was peaked with pleasure and wanted to rub her clit against him for more.

I thought on more than one occasion that Gail had seen me sitting there but she continued to act like they were alone. Dareius couldn't see me because Gail's body was between his head and where I sat. I watched Gail's orgasm approach with urgency. Now she was gasping, moving a lot more strongly than before, she would rub the top of her pussy, then grab one breast and tug on her nipple, all the while gasping "Uhhh', and sucking in air, all these things happening in seconds.

Gail gasped loudly, "Ohhh Dar..., I'm... ohhh yes Dar, do it, Ohhh," and she started to cum, holding her breath, then gasping then holding, her arms and body twitching one place then another as the orgasm spread through her body. I saw her back hole contract, she moved around like she were forcing his cock to touch her insides in different places. Gail finally leaned forward and fell on Dareius chest, her nose in his neck, one arm under her on his belly, the other stretched out to her left. 

Now I could see Dareius' eyes but he wasn't looking my way. I was in the darkest part of the room, and I was sitting low down with a high chest bedside me. 

When Gail finally raised her head she kissed him...slowly, it seemed with passion and afterwards she quietly said, "That was soo good," adding, "Why didn't you cum?"

Dareius whispered, "I was serving you," his big hands were stroking her from neck to back and to her bottom. 

Two or three minutes later with little said Gail untangled herself from a sheet and sat on the edge of the bed. She straightened her back then turned to her right and stood up facing Dareius. She bent and reached for his hand and said, "Come...sit here please," and she knelt down beside the bed. I loved the way her breasts swayed when she bent forward. Dareius didn't say anything, he just sat up in bed and moved to sit on the edge. He was naked, large and his back was dark, hairy. Gail moved between his legs and immediately reached for his cock. Dareius body blocked my view of Gail, just a bit of her shoulder and her right arm was showing. I couldn't see her head but from the movement of her arm I just knew she was playing with his cock. 

I was charged watching her ride his cock and now this. I was certain she was sucking him when Dareius leaned his head back and whispered, "Oohh yes sweetie...suck it...suck uhhh." His right hand went from leaning on the bed to moving in front of him, moving. I wondered what he was touching. I could hear the slurping and hard sucking that Gail was doing as she serviced his cock. I was hard. 

Dareius lasted one or two minutes when he sighed, his deep throated "Uhhhh Gail, mmmm", and his body jerking signaled he was shooting off in her mouth. He jolted with what seemed like each blast of cum maybe five or six times. Then they were quiet. The music that was still playing seemed to create an aura. 

My breathing sounded like thunder to me. Gail finally stood up naked silhouetted against what little light came from her bathroom. She reached for a towel on the bed and put it to her mouth to be rid of the cum. When she finished she looked at Dareius watching she said, "You come in buckets."

"When," Dareius asked, "Just now."

"Mmm yes, both times," Gail nodded.

"More than before," he asked.

Gail smiled, "Yes, I think so," she informed.

"Wait until the next time," he chided, "You'll think I'm your hero." Dareius was now standing and he reached for Gail and put his arms around her. Gail's head was against his left arm looking across the room.

"Ri is that you?" she asked.

I waited a long time before I answered. Dareius turned to look at me. I answered Gail, "Hi, sweetheart," I mumbled.

"How long have you been there...here?" she quietly inquired. She had let go of Dareius and he walked into her bathroom and closed the door. It was really dark now. A moment later Gail clicked the light on her bedside. 

I could tell that her voice was an octave higher, she was nervous or angry. "I've been here a while," I finally answered.

She smiled "You should have let me know," and she placed both hands in front of her body as if to say "see me I've just been had." She walked toward me and ran her hand through my hair and with her right arm now behind my head she asked, "Did you have a good time Baby?" 

I nodded my head and reached for her breast gently touched her nipple. Dareius stepped out of the bathroom dressed, and walked toward the door. As he got close he nodded to me, "Hello Rian," and I nodded. He reached toward Gail and she stretched out her hand to touch his hand. "Good night Dareius," she whispered. "Good night Gail," he said, and walked from the room. 

Gail, still naked and lovely sat on my lap for a few minutes just touching my hair and face, consoling me. She knew I was shaken from what I saw. I know she wanted to calm me and I wondered why she opened her legs a bit more. But she knew me well, I so wanted to put my hand between her legs but I refrained. 

Gail went to shower while I undressed. When she finished I went into the shower while she was drying herself. "How long had you been sitting in the dark?" she asked.

"A good while," I answered.

"Were you there..." then she paused without finishing. 

"There when?" I asked, "finish the question."

"When he was on top," she finished.

"Yes," I lied.

She continued, "I don't recall ever cuming that hard," she paused, "And twice... that quickly."

I felt a jealous pang. "So he's a good lov...great lover, is that what you're saying?"

Gail stopped wiping herself and looked at me for a moment then quietly said, "No Ri, you are my great lover... but he certainly fucked me." We both laughed.

We went to bed, both naked, her nose touching my shoulder. Just before falling asleep I asked, "You came twice?"

Gail mumbled back, "Three... twice when he was on top...again when I was on top." After a long pause she mumbled, "Did you...did you get together with Carol?" 

"Mmm...yes, " I answered. Gail reached for and touched my cock then slipped her hand between my legs, and we slept. 

We had arrived in Marbella where Carol and Mark were due to get off and fly back to Nice. I left Gail doing her makeup and I headed to the lounge deck. Giancomo had started breakfast. "The bread is still warm," he informed. I cut a large piece of bread and selected the soft goat cheese as a spread.

"Your friends are leaving today?" Gian asked and without waiting for my answer he added, "She's lovely, her husband, hmmm."

Gail had told me that Gian had interest in Valeriya and I knew that Mark did too. I guess Giancomo and Mark had been competing. I answered Gian anyway. "Yes they have an early afternoon flight." 

I managed five minutes alone with Carol just talking and exchanging numbers before they left. The last few minutes they were on board we were all there saying goodbye. Giancomo said to Carol, "You are welcome aboard any time, please remember that." Mark started down the ramp to leave and Carol a bit teary eyed, walked back, kissed my cheek then Gail's cheek, and left.




Gail Joins Dareius



We all spent the day on deck, sailing close to shore, watching the bustle of activity of cars and trucks and busses along the coast. We had the stop in Marbella planned. Now we were planning the next stop. When the shore boat took Carol to Marbella they returned full with food. Giancomo nominated me as his assistant and we agreed to prepare "The barbecue of barbecues," for dinner.

There was more to come on this trip.