0 comments/ 102133 views/ 10 favorites Gail Prefers Peter By: HADRIAN M Only the start of our fourth day in Antibes and already I was tempted to cancel our plans for Monte Carlo and stay here. Gail was having all the fun, or most of it, however she insisted we keep to our original plan. If you haven’t read our first posting then I’ll tell you what we look like. Firstly, this is all real. I’m 5’10, just turned 31, brown hair and eyes and in reasonably trim shape. I met my wife while in university and we are married seven years now. Gail is exceptionally beautiful, very shy which belies her intelligence, and soft spoken. She is 5’7” with a young girls figure at 29, small hips, long very shapely legs, small breasted, a picture perfect behind, light brown hair that blondes in the sun and lovely green eyes. Our daily rhythm after only four days in the hotel was to breakfast on the hotel patio overlooking the Mediterranean. Today Gail asked, “Wouldn’t it be nice if we spent the day alone, just the two of us? I responded. “What do we do with our friends at the pool, chase them away? Gail ignored my question, “Why don’t we spend the day sightseeing, walking around Antibes.” So after breakfast I donned shorts and Gail a short skirt, loaded our camera and went into Antibes. Walking through the outdoor market was our first adventure. Every imaginable fruit and vegetable, cheeses, olives, round and baguette French bread, wines, it was simply a culinary delight. Then the city beach already partly full of topless tourists and the yacht basin loaded with the most magnificent array of boats of every color and size from sailing schooners to motor yachts, many with cars on board, some with helicopters. We walked along the wall separating the city from the yacht basin. At first Gail was not aware that sailors on the docks below - and along the inner wall - could see up her skirt when they looked up. When she finally took notice, she started to walk more slowly and stood still from time to time, legs more apart then usual. But always as if she were sightseeing and oblivious to the fact that they could probably see her panties. She looked at me from time to time, a slight knowing smile, confident she was turning me on as well, but never saying so or referring to it. Our friends often said that Gail was too reserved. These past days had helped me to understand that Gail, though exceptionally shy, was less restrained when we were with strangers. We lunched on oven baked pizza, had dessert at a stand selling freshly made crepes with ice cream, took hundreds of pictures – even a few racy ones of Gail, when there were no passers-by. By afternoon end, tired of walking, we hailed a taxi back to Cap d’Antibes. We entered our hotel and went straight to the lobby bar, ordered two white wine spritzers and, drinks in hand, walked out of the lobby and down the walk toward the tennis courts and the cabanas. Some guests at the hotel had a room as well as a cabana and we walked down to the cabana area with an overview of the Mediterranean. We stopped at a bench that was set back some thirty feet from the bluff and nestled among trees overlooking the sea. This section of the Cap extended beyond the common shoreline so we were looking up toward the town of Antibes and across a section of the sea. We sat together holding hands barley speaking; it was indeed a lovely sight to behold. For dinner we decided to continue our solo exploring and we headed for a simple but renowned fish soup (bouillabaisse) restaurant between Juan le Pins and Cannes. We arrived at 8PM and at 8:30 we were still in line waiting for a table along with a long line of guests. Every time the maitre de came to the entrance area he would say, “table for four, step forward…” and we continued to wait. We were starting to think we would not get in when a young woman approached me from behind and spoke to me in French. “I’m sorry”, I said, “I don’t speak French” “Oh” she replied, and in perfect English said, “I was asking if you would like to join us in saying we are a table for four? We’ve been here twenty minutes, they keep passing us.” Gail looked at me and we both answered simultaneously, “Yes, we would.” In minutes we were seated with Françoise and Roger her husband, which she pronounced ‘Row-jer’. Introductions were made with Françoise translating for Roger who spoke no English. Françoise was a naturally pretty girl, about 5’9 brown hair and piercing brown eyes. She wore no makeup, no brassiere I was pleased to notice, and under her thin clinging dress I could imagine a lithe and perfectly proportioned body. Roger on the other hand was like a marble statue, tall, agile looking, with shoulder length hair and almost perfect features. He was handsome in a very natural way, and continuously smiling. You had to like him. He would chatter to Françoise in French, she would laugh, and then try to translate. The dinner was relaxed and fun. We drank an extra bottle of wine and left at the same time. When we asked the restaurant to call a taxi Françoise insisted we let them drive us to the hotel. When they asked where we were staying I replied “Hotel du Cap.” Roger said, shaking his hand, “Hotel du Cap… ou la la.” Françoise asked, “Is it beautiful inside? We’ve never been...” Gail suggested, “Please come in and let’s have a nightcap,” and twenty minutes later we were all seated in the hotel bar. We took a table near the piano and ordered drinks. By the time we had ordered our third drink, we had danced, Roger with Gail and Françoise and I. Both girls were relaxed and Roger and I were enjoying looking at each other’s wife. Françoise had wrapped herself around me while we danced and I could feel her breasts and even her mons as she pressed against me while dancing. Roger was just as snug with Gail and at one point when I looked at them in a dark corner of the dance floor; I thought I saw his hand move across her behind cheeks. “Is it after midnight? Françoise said, “I have to make a call to my home. I have a sitter with my daughter.” She asked Roger for the car keys to get their cell. Instead of his going to get the cell for her he simply passed her the keys. Some minutes after Françoise stepped outside, Gail rose holding Rogers hand and said, “I’ll show Roger the patio and pool area”, and they left, heading for the lobby door that opened to the pool area. It didn’t dawn on me at the time to ask if, and how, he had conveyed his interest to see the pool. Ten minutes passed. Françoise returned and said, “I can’t find our cell. Where is Roger?” “Gail is showing him the pool and patio area.” I said. Françoise seemed unconcerned and said, “I’ll be back in a few minutes, I am going to see if we left our cell in the restaurant.” I rose with her and headed for the rest room as she entranced the hotel. When I returned, no one was back at the table so I headed out the lobby door toward the pool. A few couples were sitting at tables but no Gail and Roger. I turned to walk back then opted to turn right and walk toward the cabanas. As I rounded the curve in the walkway I saw Gail and Roger sitting on the same bench we had been enjoying that afternoon. Roger was sitting normally and Gail was sitting straddled over his legs facing him. I was about forty feet away and partially covered so they could not see me. I couldn’t believe the scene. Gail’s skirt had risen up on the side so that I could see her bare thighs resting on his legs. He had his pants on but it looked to me like his pants had been lowered. It was hard to tell because of poor light, and Gail’s skirt covering their front. Gail had one hand on his shoulder and the other between them, and he had his hands on her waist his head tilted back slightly. Gail was moving, more like leaning back a bit then rising ever so slightly and sliding forward. I watched for a few moments and felt jealous and angry, I couldn’t swallow. But I also found it erotic beyond description. I moved closer. They didn’t see me until I was twenty feet away. Roger noticed me first and stiffened though I noted he was also smiling. Gail sensed his tension then turned and saw me. I was now about fifteen feet away. While looking at me she moved slightly forward then said in an unaffected tone, “Hi Ri…” and, when I didn’t respond, “I’m enjoying teasing Roger while he looks over at Antibes.” I was totally taken aback with the scene and their reaction, but I mustered enough control to question her and asked, “Gail, are you…” pausing a moment to find the words, “are you hooked up?” I don’t know why I didn’t have the courage to simply ask if she were fucking. It took her a second to realize what I was saying, and then she responded, “Oh Ri, don’t be silly Honey, we’ll be back in a minute.” Gail didn’t move she stared at me waiting for me to leave. They were both staring at me. Not knowing how to react I simply said, “Sure Honey, we’re in the bar”, and I left. As I walked back I thought that she was surely fucking him. His cock was probably buried in her while we were talking because when she had first turned and saw me I noticed her slide a little forward as if to have him hidden fully in her. My groin tingled, I should have insisted to stay. I waited in the bar alone for a good ten minutes until Françoise returned. Again she asked for Roger and I said they were just outside and that I had been with them. She rose from the table, walked to the bar and asked the barman for a pencil and paper. When she returned she gave me a piece of paper and said, please call me tomorrow at this number at about 1PM,” then she added smiling, If you’d like to.” Moments later Gail and Roger appeared looking as nonchalant as could be. I thought Gail’s eyes looked tired. We bid Françoise and Roger goodbye at the elevators and returned to our room without speaking. I had made up my mind to act like I didn’t care. Gail started first, but with a mischievous smile, “Were you checking on me Honey? “More or less” I replied not looking at her, “you were gone quite a while”. “Nothing to worry about my dear, you’re my great love.” She was undressing while she spoke. When her dress was over her face I glanced and noticed her underpants were bunched up between her legs and wet. I said, “It sure looked to me like I had competition.” “I was just teasing him, like the way you and Françoise were playing on the dance floor.” “Gail, we were dancing, I didn’t have my cock in Françoise’s pussy.” I angrily replied “Rian” she said questioningly, “Do you really think Roger had his cock in my pussy…out there? “It sure looked like it.” “Wow Ri, that you can even think that, surprises me, ” then smiling trying to defuse the tension, she added, “That would have been hot if I had.” I couldn’t believe this was my shy reserved wife speaking. “Come on Gail, don’t play me the fool. He had his cock in your pussy even while we were speaking, didn’t he?” She looked at me questioningly, “I’m not stupid you know Ri, If he had, I just would have stopped when I saw you coming, now wouldn’t I?” “Gail, if you had stopped you would have had to raise up and I would have seen his cock slide out of you.” Gail still smiling feigning control said, “No Ri, not so, but what an imagination you have Honey.” “Would you still say it is imagination if I ran my finger in your pussy now and found you full of come.” She replied, “Yes it would, because I’m not wet there” “So you’re willing to let me try? “No Ri, because I think it’s silly.” “OK Gail, it’s your call. Let me tell you what I know before you say anything. I thought our relationship thrived on honesty. I think you are boldly lying in spite of my being there and seeing. I will react accordingly.” With that I walked onto the balcony and closed the doors. Gail was perturbed, she saw that I was dead serious, and she was aware she had lost control. I was sitting in the chair on the balcony and noticed Gail enter the bathroom. The lights on the next balcony came on; our friends Andrew and Charlene were back. I stood and went as far out as possible and looked in their patio doors. I could see part of the bed. A few minutes later Gail opened our balcony doors and came out. She was wearing her short nightshirt and I could see the bottom of her vagina. “We aren’t going to fight or spoil our holiday over this, are we?” She said quietly. “I intend to have a good holiday”, I replied. “With me…included?” I didn’t answer. “Rian, if you really doubt me, touch me,” and she moved towards me, “put your finger in me, check.” “Once again Gail, you are jerking me about, you cleaned up, didn’t you?” “There was nothing to clean.” Gail stopped talking. She noticed the next balcony door and saw that she could see part of the bed. “Did you see this? “ She asked. “Yes”, I answered, “Charlene is fucking herself, and he’s jerking off… I think”. I was bluffing, I hadn’t even looked to see what they were doing. “Go to the outside edge”, I said. “You’ll see more.” Gail stopped to look at me for a long while, not saying anything. I could well imagine the thoughts running through her head and I hoped they were making her uncomfortable. For the first night since we started our holiday, we did not make love. Next morning we breakfasted in the outdoor part of the hotel restaurant. I paid undue attention to the Herald Tribune, but managed to act courteous, even to engage in trivia talk with Gail. At the pool our friends Karl and Andrew paid much attention to Gail but I could see she was preoccupied. Just before 1PM several of us agreed to lunch together. I excused my self to go back to our room, ostensibly to use the toilet, and I called Françoise. She invited me to join her at 3:30 in a small pub in Antibes. I accepted. I sat in the room thinking and lost track of time. Gail came walking in looking upset. She looked around the room first then seemingly changed her attitude. She asked. ”What’s wrong? Why are you sitting here? I’ve been waiting half an hour.” I excused myself to her and we headed back to the dining area for lunch. In the elevator I found out what was really bothering Gail. It seems Charlene had disappeared again and Gail thought she was with me. At 3:00 0’clock I simply said to Gail, “I’ll be back”. I went upstairs, changed, and went to meet Françoise. The pub at the mouth of the port of Antibes was more English Pub then French Café, narrow and deep. We sat inside munched on peanuts and shared a carafe of cool white wine. We were at the last table, she facing the door but turned toward me and I sat on her left, facing her, rather then sit facing the wall. Françoise was wearing a short pleated skirt and a simple white blouse. Still no makeup. I could make out the outline of her nipples through her blouse. We did not discuss why we were there. Ten minutes after we were seated she said, “You like them, don’t you? I was taken by surprise, “What?” I started to ask then stopped, noticing that she had caught me looking at her nipples, again. “Very much Françoise, I can’t begin to tell you how very sensual you are.” “The way you danced with me last night made me feel sensual,” she quietly responded. “Is that why you asked me to call?” “No. I wanted to meet you here to see if we can plan a liaison.” “To meet? I asked. She smiled, “Of course Rian. To meet and to make love.” “Françoise, I’d travel around the world to meet and make love to you.” My hand was resting on the table, and she reached to place her hand on mine. “What is your schedule tomorrow?” she asked. “I have no schedule, only the things we normally do.” “Will Gail notice you are gone if you are away a few hours?” “Probably?” “Then we should not meet”, she replied. “I can arrange it. I’ll ask my office to call me, make some excuse.” “Would early morning be good?” She asked. “Of course, but is there a particular…?” “Yes”, Françoise interrupted, “I love mornings for love, it is more pure for me.” “Then pure love in the morning it will be”, I said, “how about 8AM?” She smiled. “ Silly, nine fifteen to nine thirty, I’ll pick you up at the hotel.” “I truly look forward to it Françoise.” “Me too, especially me”, she said. Getting away the next morning was not as difficult as I had expected. Considering the tension still at hand from yesterdays exchange, Gail may have been pleased to see me go. “I’m going into Antibes” I said, should be back in a couple of hours” “O.K., she called from the bathroom. I’ll be at the pool.” I walked to the main entrance gate in case Gail was watching from the window. Françoise arrived just moments after I was out on the street. We drove into Juan le Pin and parked in the underground parking of a hi-rise building. We had smiled at one another and exchanged small talk on the ride over. Françoise was dressed in an armless white linen dress that had a tight bodice and loose wrap around bottom, the occasional glimpse of leg, and her fresh bathed smell was intoxicating. She was truly naturally beautiful. She explained the apartment belonged to a friend who was away in Paris for the week. I stood at the third floor window looking out across the street at the Mediterranean. Cafes below were already bustling and the tourists were out en masse locating their breakfast stops. Françoise came behind me and put her arms around me. “Thank you for coming”, she said. I turned and held her, “I’m the one that should be thanking you.” While I was speaking she was watching my mouth momentarily, then lightly kissed me. We didn’t break apart, the kiss became intense and then we started exploring each other. I cupped her breast, and rubbed her behind. She squeezed my behind and rubbed my already hard cock through my pants. I loved the way she reciprocated, no feminine part playing from this lovely lady. In bed we undressed one another. I kissed her breasts and neck, and then fixed my mouth to hers in a passion filled kiss that actually made me feel faint. Her young body was supple, ready to be loved. She had dark very full pubic hair. The hair ran to her thighs and fully covered her mound. I had never seen a woman with so much hair and I found it so erotic that I kissed and touched and loved her there for a very long time. As I touched her she softly spoke endearing words in French. Though I did not understand her it sounded so very perfect. When I knelt between her legs she watched as I guided myself to her vagina and began to rub my cock up and down her slit. She was extremely wet, ready, and when I pushed forward and started to slide into her she simply sighed “Oh Oui, Oui Rian,” saying my name with a heavy French accent. I pumped into her steadily for a while watching her beautiful face, intense in concentration, eyes closed with her whole body intense on our union. She was so wet that the head of my cock had a creamy ring around it. I’d slip in to the very depth, my balls getting wet from her juices, then stay buried in her while we kissed. In less then ten minutes I couldn’t hold back any longer and with a whispered “Oh, I’m coming”, I groaned and started to shoot spurt after spurt deep into her womb. She held me close whispering,” Yes Rian, come in me… come in me Rian. “ I rested, my cock still in her, and apologized for coming so soon. “No reason,” she said smiling. We started kissing and touching again. I explored her body; her perfectly shaped breasts hung just enough to make them womanly. Ten minutes later my cock stiffened again as I touched her behind, probing her back hole, and rubbed her hair covered clit. She sensed when I was ready to fuck again and climbed on top guiding my cock into her and with one slow and continuous thrust she took my cock to the hilt. I am reasonably endowed but for some reason my cock had swollen to a larger proportion and I felt like I was bursting. And Françoise loved me. She pumped, sucked, stopped, squeezed me hard to stop me from coming, kissed my mouth tenderly and fucked me with abandon. Her pussy was soaked, my thighs were wet, and she still had not come. After twenty minutes of this intense - on the edge - love making, Françoise started to moan then she started shaking. Her whole body trembling. She threw back her head. Gail Prefers Peter “Aghhhhhh, a oui, oh Rian mi amor…”, and she orgasm’d, her come was squirting on my cock and making a squishing sound. She was sliding on my cock then pumping, taking it almost out then pushing hard, very hard until I hit bottom. I so loved the feel and intensity of her coming that I didn’t think of coming myself. My cock was still rock hard. She looked at me with affection, “Rian, merci, that was so wonderful.” In a husky voice I answered, “Françoise, I have never seen anyone come like that. It was the most beautiful…you are the most sensual woman I have ever seen.” Thank you sir, she mock bowed forward, then moving on my still very hard cock she smiled and said, “You are ready now, aren’t you?” Then she added, “I must tell you, I only come once.” “ I can understand why, I responded” She rose off me and my cock popped out of her. She quickly grasped my cock with both hands and maneuvered around so that she was on her knees, her ass almost in my face and she placed my cock in her hot mouth. She sucked and pumped, and placed my balls in her mouth and wet her finger and ever so lightly ran it around my ass hole. All the while I am looking at and touching her very hairy pussy, engorged and wet with come just inches from my face. Never in my life had I been loved with such abandon, then I lost control and gasped, I’m coming” I groaned, and my cock started to jerk, spurt after violent spurt, hot come shooting into her mouth, and she kept her mouth around my cock until I was totally spent. And she kissed me a few moments later, and her mouth was empty and her kiss tasted only of her and I felt love for her. “You really enjoyed loving me” she said as we were sipping coffee in a café, “Didn’t you?” “Oh yes Françoise, as never before.” “You don’t do this often do you?” she half stated. “Never” I said smiling. “Then thank you for loving me Rian.” “The opposite is the case Françoise, I feel love for you, you have shared something so special with me that thanking you would be infantile.” “You’re almost childlike in your passion Rian. But I saw that in you last night. That’s why I wanted to love you” “Do you do this often” I asked. Was her look condescending? I can’t say, but she replied, “No Rian. Actually not. The last time was more then a year ago.” She touched my face, “Gail is lucky to have you.” “I wonder” I replied. Françoise looked at me after that comment. “Having problems with her? Roger told me about the other night at the hotel.” “What?” I almost shouted. “What did he tell you?” She replied quietly, smiling, “That you found him fucking your wife.” I shook my head in disbelief. “Did he tell you what I did…didn’t do.” “Yes” “Does he know you are here with me?” “No. I don’t go around and fuck men. I loved you today. He fucked Gail. He fucks all the Gail’s.” I hit the tabletop. , “ I don’t believe I am living this,” I said. Françoise was still smiling that kind of… I understand, but you must accept life Rian, and it struck me funny because she seemed to have the right mix of reality and concern. I started to laugh, and Françoise laughed with me, and we laughed harder, and I paid the check and we laughed all the way back to the hotel. And we kissed in her car at the front entrance, and we laughed, and we made another date. And I was still laughing inside when I found Gail sitting by the pool. I sat on the lounge beside Gail. Karl’s lounge I learned. He was sitting on the other side of the pool speaking with a couple, the man I recognized as one of the regular tennis group I had seen around the hotel. Charlene and Andrew were in the pool and waved. Gail asked, “ Are you here to stay.” “Of course. That’s a strange question, isn’t it?” I asked I could see she was not being argumentative, just asking, part commenting. “I’m sorry” she said, “just that you have been off a lot these past two days.” “Just sorting out my feelings, “ I said. “Can I help? She asked with genuine concern, “I think you’re reading me, or things, wrongly.” “Thanks, I appreciate the concern,” I responded, “ but, since you are the center-piece of feelings that need sorting it would only confuse me more.” Just then a new couple walked toward us and Gail introduced me to them. Peter and his wife Phyllis, from Colorado, had arrived the day before and become a part of the group we were sitting with. Peter had heard I was routing around Antibes and started to ask questions about what I had seen. He was a mid forties black man in very fit condition, in the business of food distribution, he said. His wife, a reasonably attractive blonde looked a good ten years younger and had obviously had a boob job of which she was proud. She was speaking with Gail. Karl returned and joined us. “Did you book a game,” Peter asked. “No” Karl replied, “He has his schedule planned for today.” “I’ll play with you”, I offered Karl. “You?” I didn’t know you play.” “Well I don’t imagine I’d make money at it but I can play. More importantly, I like to play.” Karl paused a long moment, looked at me inquiringly, “Sure he said, how about after lunch at five?” “Fine, I look forward”, I replied and, I truly did look forward to playing tennis. “I’ll book us on the 3 court for 5:00 o’clock” And Karl left to book the court. “I believe the girls have organized a large table for lunch”, Peter said, “I’m going to take a dip in the sea beforehand” I returned and sat with Gail as Peter and Phyllis strolled off hand in hand. “I’m going up before lunch” Gail said, “Want to join me?” she said, using her invitational tone. “Sure”, I replied, “I can pull out my tennis gear, I booked a game with Karl” As we walked toward the lobby door Gail asked, “Does Karl know you play?” “More or less”, I replied. Gail gave me a mischievous smile. “I saw him play yesterday. He’s better then average. Is it all right if I watch?” “Of course.” “You’ll cream him”, she added. “Well it’s good I get some creaming in”, and I emphasized the I. Gail looked at me smiling, taking it all in. In the room I starting pulling my tennis gear together. I was on my knees putting shoelaces in my tennis shoes. Gail came behind me and started rubbing my shoulders and back. “You know I love you, don’t you? she said. “I would hope so” I replied. “Why, are you trying to reassure me?” “No Ri, you already know.” Then changing the subject. “Guess what Andy asked?” “What did Andrew ask?” I questioned, though I thought I already had it figured out. “He wanted me to go up to his room with him.” “For what, to play…chess?” We were sitting on the chairs now, her watching me finish lacing my shoes. Gail replied thoughtfully, “I thought about it, it could be nice, he has a long cock.” “What held you back?” I asked. Gail ignored my question; “Would it turn you on knowing I had fucked him?” “Who knows now,” I replied. She was not listening me. “What would turn you on more, me with Andrew or with Karl or maybe Roger?” I figured her questions were leading to something she had done. Not biting I replied “Since you’d probably hide it from me it’s a mute question” “No Honey, I mean it”, she said, “C’mon, just suppose. Which one would be the biggest turn on?” I replied, “I’m not sure, Roger, probably.” “Really? she said, surprised at my response. “I would have thought Karl.” Then, in a more seductive tone, “If I told you that I had been fucking him, and I shared the details?” Before she could finish I interrupted, “You were fucking him Gail, you choose not to tell me.” Gail was sitting on the edge of the bed now; she had just taken off her wrap and was in her bikini. “You still don’t believe me, do you? That I love you and wouldn’t hide that from you.” “That’s right Gail, I don’t believe you any more.” She looked and sounded hurt when she replied, “Just because of what you saw, me teasing Roger?” “Yes” I said, showing no compassion for her discomfort. Looking hurt she said, “Oh Honey, let me tell you something and show you I didn’t lie to you. At dinner with Françoise and Roger we had a bit much to drink. Afterwards, at the hotel we danced quite a bit. I thought for sure you had noticed how chummy he was. He literally got hard during our first dance and he stayed that way. Didn’t you see us on the dance floor, him rubbing my behind? His cock was rubbing my belly. When we went out the third time he actually bent his knees so that his cock was pushing against my vagina. Remember when the piano stopped and the music came on?” I nodded, indicating I remembered. “He turned me so that my back was to that darker corner and he just reached under my skirt from behind and put his finger between my ass cheeks. A minute later he actually had his finger in my pussy. Honey I’ve got to tell you, I was so hot… there in the middle of the bar.” “Did he make you come like that?” I asked. “No, but I was shaking from the excitement. You being within feet, his finger, his wife sitting right there, the barman was facing our direction.” She continued. “I just had to cool down. So, when the opportunity arose, we went outside.” “Did you go outside to fuck, had he asked you?” “No, he didn’t and neither did I. First we walked towards the pool but there were a few couples sitting around. Not to interrupt them I turned on the Cabana path. When we got to the turn where you can see Antibes, I let him go first to see the sight. I stopped there. He looked a moment then turned around looked at me, said something in French, and kissed me. We kissed for a minute or so and then he turned me facing Antibes and he stood behind me. His hands started again. This time he touched my pussy rubbed my breasts, pulled on my nipples through my blouse. I was ready to explode. Honey, I was so wet with excitement. He walked backwards slowly still holding me. When he reached the bench he turned me around and sat on the bench. I was still standing in front of him and he was rubbing my behind, kissing my stomach and pussy through my clothes. Then he stood up and simply lowered his pants to his thighs, and sat again. His cock was sticking out like a bat, shaking as he moved. He pulled me toward him and asked me to straddle his legs. I did it Honey, but I sat back a ways so he wouldn’t be able to enter me. I didn’t plan to let him fuck me. His cock was between my legs in front of me and he started rubbing it through my underpants up and down my pussy lips. It felt good and I let him pull my panties aside. I was dripping with arousal. His hand was holding his cock as he guided the head up and down just in my pussy lips. We kissed, I sucked his tongue, he touched my breasts and bit my nipples through my blouse and I was humping back as he rubbed me. I know he could feel my vagina was ready. He stopped rubbing when the head was just nudging at my hole. When he tried to push it in I moved and it slide down between my pussy lips to my ass cheeks. I was now sitting on his wet cock and I started to slowly slide back and forth like I was jerking it off. We were kissing and he broke away putting his fingers to his lips to wet them, he reached behind me. I thought he was going to touch my pussy again. Instead he wet the tip of his cock and lifted me a little and slide me back. He was once more nudging at my pussy lips. He again lifted me ever so slightly moving me forward and his wet cock head was now touching my behind. Instantly he moved his groin upward and I could feel his cock pressing into my back hole. I was shocked Honey, but somehow I was just too excited. He started pushing slowly steadily, my hole began to expand, and his cock head just popped past my tightness and slipped inside. It hurt. We both stood still, maybe for even a minute, and then he inched in a bit more. When I leaned forward to find a more comfortable position he just pushed in further. Ri, after a few moments it just started feeling good. He moved some more and it went further. Honey, I soon had his whole cock in my ass up to his balls. It was something else, so hot, in public, I felt so full, he’s babbling in French, you and Françoise were waiting… it was all so very intense. He started sliding and lifting and I started touching my clit and in seconds I started trembling, my orgasm was building with such force that my legs were shaking uncontrollably. I actually started to see light flashes it was just so powerful. Just at that moment you showed up. If I had gotten off him his cock would have slide out of my ass in front of you. I needed to come so I told you we’d be back in a few minutes.” Gail continued. “After you left I started touching myself again. Within minutes Roger started groaning and then his legs stiffened and he started shooting off in my ass. I could feel it Honey, his hot come spurting in me. I was on fire. He kept shooting and shooting and I was pushing down to get all his cock in me, and it started my orgasm. I cried Honey; I actually cried it was so intense. I felt faint so we stayed like that for a few minutes. When we walked back his come was dripping out of my behind. I walked by the pool basket where we throw the used towels and I had to use one on my behind to wipe off some of the come. Today, it kept dripping out of me all morning.” She continued to relay what happened. “When you asked me if his cock was in my pussy, I said no, because it was true. If you had left off the word pussy, I would have told you the truth.” Gail looked at me watching my face, trying to read my feelings. “Do you hate me for that Honey?” I responded, “How come all of a sudden you like being fucked in your behind?” “I don’t Honey, it just happened so fast.” “Did you like it? You sounded like you did.” “It was the circumstance. I loved it. I’d like to do it again, given a similar circumstance.” “So you lost that virginity tonight?” I inquired. Gail was silent for a long moment. “Yes. I lost that virginity.” “Do you hate me Honey?” She asked again. “Of course I don’t hate you, trust is the issue confronting us here, not love or hate.” I said. “I Know” Gail said, “I wanted to tell you because you think it’s a turn on but then I think you’ll think I’m a slut and I couldn’t bear that.” “Does it turn you on too?” I asked her, “Do you like what he did, or sucking Andrews cock. Those things?” “Yes, Honey. I can’t explain what it is, but it’s exciting, and Rogers’s cock was big, it made me feel so full, there in the back. Yes, it turns me on” “Does it turn you on telling me?” I asked. She looked at me thoughtfully then replied, “No. It scared me just now. What really turns me on is seeing how hard you get, feeling your cock when we talk about my showing off. Are you hard now?” she asked. The way I was sitting it was hard to tell. “Yes, I’m very hard right now.” I answered. “Do you want to do it now?” I smiled, “Not now baby, we’ll wait for tonight.” Gail came and sat on my lap and we kissed. Tenderly, with a oneness we had only moments ago achieved. “Baby, tell me”, I asked. “Are you comfortable telling me anything now?” “Yes, I believe I am, why?” “Maybe we have some catching up to do.” Gail smiled, “I’ll think back to see if there are some details I may not have thought of before, now lets head for lunch.” At a long table specially prepared for the group, fourteen of us ate, sampled excellent local cheese, goat cheese spreads on toast, hor duerves of every imaginable color and flavor, pies stuffed with broccoli and eggs, cheese and spinach, cooked onions and eggs and more. For two hours we ate and laughed, ate and shared jokes, ate and drank to much, both white and red wines, and thoroughly enjoyed the lunch, made more palatable by the sociability of the group. I sat beside Peter and was amazed at his unlimited fund of clean, thought provoking, very funny jokes. From the lunch table we moved to the pool lounges. Some continued drinking. I freshened up in the pool and twenty minutes later returned to my lounge that had been half commandeered by Phyllis, while she was speaking with Gail. Truth was that Gail, though among the youngest of the ladies, had most of the group gravitating to her, ladies as well as two men that I knew of. I was proud that she exuded the grace and confidence that attracting people required. I returned to my lounge and shared it with Phyllis, she kept leaning on my leg, occasionally touching my arm and afforded me the pleasure of looking up at the underside of her breasts and down at the crack of her ass peeking through the top of her bikini. Come teatime I returned to the room to dress for tennis. I joined Karl on the court ten minutes later. The court beside us was empty and we had our own little cheering section. Peter and Phyllis were sitting beside Gail on the courtside bench. Andre, whom I knew had just taken up tennis, and the club pro were sitting the next court over, watching as well. I went to my courtside bending and jumping to limber up. Karl was fetching a towel from his bag at the courtside bench, and when he stood he said something to Gail, which Peter and Phyllis also heard. When Karl was opposite me across court he yelled, “We don’t have to play the full hour you know.” I took off my sweater and threw it behind me then responded to Karl. “ I don’t think we will.” We started hitting up, warm-up, nothing strenuous. I kept the ball on center in play, and Karl seemed pleased that I could at least hit the ball. “Not bad.” he called over, while returning a ball, I smiled in appreciation then hit the next ball too hard, a backhand down the sideline, which I knew Karl would never reach. Karl never had a chance. Little did he know that I had played tennis most of my life and that my full four years of college were on a partial tennis scholarship. Even Gail was a great player, had been a Junior Champion, and could easily have beaten Karl. But I enjoyed taking the fire out of his prance, and that I did do. Forty minutes later the game was over, I had hardly broken a sweat. Halfway through the match Karl realized he had been taken. “You’re pretty good at this”, he said, “ I want you as my doubles partner.” When we readied to leave Gail stood beside Karl, as he was packing up. She said, cheerily “You played well Karl, good game.” Karl realized that Gail too was aware he would be beaten and he noted her coolness. The pro came over and invited me to knock up with him the next morning and meet some of the other solid players. Peter was the one that was most impressed. He went on and on for ten minutes about how I could be a professional, I was great, and more. When I told him that Gail played as well he said, “I’m going to get the group together for a tennis party and you and Gail have to play for us.” When we arrived back at the pool Peter asked if we had been to Le Comptoir in Nice. “No we haven’t. What is it?” I asked. “Just one of the best restaurants in the world. I’m going to call and see if they will take four instead of two tonight”, he said. Then as an afterthought, “that is if you would like to come.” I replied, “Lets check with Gail, I’d love to but she usually makes the plans.” We asked Gail, no plans had been made. We were going to eat in one of the “..world’s best restaurants.” “We’ll call just before we’re ready”, Phyllis said as we entered the elevator bank. “What room are you?” “225” Gail answered, “And yours?” “844” Phyllis replied. Some minutes later back in the room Gail queried, “Isn’t 844 a sea view room? I think all even numbered rooms are seaside” and then, “ However did they manage to get a seaside room?” Gail dressed in a dark blue silk dress cut straight across and held up by spaghetti straps. He hair was more blond then brown from the sun and she was beautifully tanned. When she stepped out of the bathroom and reached for her purse I couldn’t help but comment. Gail Prefers Peter “You look stunning tonight.” Gail looked at me comfortably smiling, “You always say that when I wear this dress.” “It looks a little different tonight… you look different”, I commented, “You notice anything?” she asked. I looked her over again, “No nylons”, I said. “Silly I haven’t worn nylons since the states. No brassiere, like it?” she asked. I really couldn’t tell unless she was moving but I commented, “Yes, I like it very much.” Dinner at Le Comptoir was beyond excellent, the décor an art deco aficionados delight. We feasted on lamb so perfectly and delicately prepared as to elicit my comment, “I must say it is beyond a doubt the most wonderful food I have ever eaten.” Phyllis commented, “I believe we come back to France each year just because of this restaurant.” Gail was surprised and asked, “You come here every year? to Antibes I mean.” “This is our fourth year now, we tried Spain and Italy but we like it here the most.” “Do you always stay at the Hotel du Cap?” Gail continued. Peter answered, “Wouldn’t think of trying another Hotel.” “We were wondering how you were able to get the sea view room”, I said, “I tried and they told me they are booked years ahead.” “It’s the same room we had last year”, Phyllis said, “Are they decorated differently?” Gail asked. “I don’t know” Phyllis said, “take a look when we get back, the view of Antibes at night is worth it.” We finished our meal and the third bottle of a white wine that was so very light as to fool us into thinking it was weak, and we were all pretty well unwound. Peter often talked about sports, and he knew a lot about tennis, the players and the rankings. He was especially taken with the fact that I had beaten Karl so handily and could not understand why I had had not tried the professional circuit. The dinner was a delight and went by all too quickly. Peter rode up front in the taxi ride back, he needed the room to unwind his 6’2” frame. I enjoyed the feel of ladies on both side and Phyllis made no effort to keep her ample tits from rubbing against my arm. At the hotel we stopped at the bar for a goodnight drink and mostly listened to the piano, we were comfortable enough in each other’s company to sit together without talking. I made the move, “Well I guess we’ll call it a night, thanks for the invite, it was truly an experience.” We all headed towards the elevator, plodded in and pressed our respective floors. Before we stopped on the second floor Phyllis said to Gail, “Don’t you want to see the seaside view?” Gail put her arm in mine, “Lets take a peek Ri, just for a minute.” “Of course” I said, ”if we’re not keeping Peter from his beauty sleep?” Peter laughed, without comment. The room looked similar to ours, except with a small bar separating the bedroom from the bath. Phyllis took Gail directly on to the balcony and I followed. It was indeed a spectacular view. Peter had opened a bottle of Champagne. He poured several glasses then walked to the balcony and reached to hand me a glass. I walked inside and stood with him sipping the Champagne. Phyllis came inside and Peter said, “I’ve poured you and Gail a glass, they’re on the bar.” Phyllis went to the bar and returned with just he glass, and started speaking with me. “Did you see the view of the yacht basin? she asked of me. “Yes I did, it is something…” Peter reached for one of the remaining glass and walked out on balcony and offered it to Gail. I continued with Phyllis, “I appreciate it more because we were just all through the berths two days ago. It’s hard to imagine that people actually live like that.” Our conversation went on for a good five minute. I was sideways to the balcony and when I turned I noticed that Peter had his hands on Gail’s shoulders and was turning her facing from one view to another and pointing now and again. Phyllis was still talking and I half paid attention to her while half looking toward the balcony. Gail turned at one point saying something to Peter looking up at his towering frame. Whatever she said they both laughed and Gail placed her hand on his chest in mock support as she laughed. Now facing in our direction I heard Gail laugh loudly and say, “No, you’re kidding, don’t.” Peter stepped in the partially opened door, still smiling from their laugh. “Rian,” he said, “Gail and I just were laughing over her having a Black American sightseeing guide in Antibes, that’s a first. And well…as another first for her, would you mind if I kissed your wife?” I laughed, “now what brought that on?” I asked, not answering his question. “She has never kissed a black man.” He answered, “Would you mind?” I suggested, “Well Peter, I think that depends on Gail, however, what about asking Phyllis?” Peter still smiling widely, responded, “I don’t think Phyllis would mind an innocent kiss, would you dear?” Phyllis was also smiling broadly, like she was aware a game was being proffered. “No dear, I don’t mind but promise not to eat her up.” She was making light of the kiss. Why was I being up tight about it. But, Peter didn’t wait for my go ahead he had already gone out on the balcony. It seemed that Gail was oblivious to all this talk as she was enjoying the sights and facing away from us during our discourse. I watched Peter walk up close behind Gail and she turned, surprised at the nearness, but she didn’t move away. Peter said something to her. She looked through the balcony glass doors at Phyllis and I standing there then back to Peter. Peter bent down toward her lips and she allowed him to kiss her. She did not put her arms around him. He moved closer to her placing one hand on her back. The kiss lasted quite a while. They were moving their heads enough to suggest that tongues were exploring but there was no touching or grinding against one another. When they finished Gail came into the room and stood beside me. Peter followed and I could see he was trying to hide his erection. There was a knock on the door. Room service bringing another bottle of Champagne that Peter had ordered. Gail went into the toilet and the three of us sat in the three chair sitting arrangement. When Gail came out Peter rose for her but she insisted and instead sat on the bed her legs folded neatly beneath her. She looked absolutely beautiful in the soft light, she noticed me looking at her and smiled lovingly. Peter came back to talking about the tennis game with Karl and said, “I wouldn’t be so pleased to have seen him beaten but he was so glib when he commented to Gail before the game.” “What did he say to Gail? I asked, looking from Peter to Gail. “Peter now looked at Gail, “You didn’t tell him?” “No” Gail simply replied. Peter took over, “When he was getting a towel from his bag, he leaned over toward Gail and said, don’t worry, I won’t embarrass him.” Peter continued, “What I loved so much was that Gail and you both knew you would beat him, and just as nonchalant as can be you held it in. I couldn’t have done that. I wished that instead of shaking hands and telling him ‘good game, thanks,’ you would have said, I hope I didn’t embarrass you Karl.” I smiled, “He played well enough,” I said, then asked, “What is all the talk about firsts?” Peter smiled, Gail looked at me smiling, her shy look, half questioning, half asking. Gail answered, “He asked me if I had ever kissed a black man, I said no.” Peter interjected, “Only after she said, “I like firsts”, when I spoke about a Black American guide in Antibes surely being a first.” Phyllis lifting her eyebrow questioningly, “did you find it different?” she asked Gail. “Just as exciting with a black man as with a white”, Gail answered, while actually blushing. “My dear”, Phyllis said, looking at her husband, “You must be loosing your touch.” Peter quipped in his defense, “Gail was just getting her bearings, it took her by surprise, no time to concentrate”. Peter rose and approached the bed. Gail looked up questioningly as Peter came near. Bending toward her he asked, “would it be alright if I tried again, properly?” Gail turned away from Peter to look at me. I thought I saw a momentary look of freight. I half smiled at her and every so barely nodded my approval. She didn’t answer him, she just reached her left hand to rest on his upper chest and lifted her head. As their mouths converged she closed her eyes. First they were tentative, exploring, and then their mouths opened wider and they both turned their heads in opposite directions. Peter had his left arm leaning on the bed supporting him and reached his right arm around Gail’s upper back, first holding her then pulling her towards him. I was spellbound watching. I had never seen my wife kiss someone passionately. I could feel my heart pounding in my ears. Other then gasping for air they continued their kiss. What had started as exploring was now building into a passionate embrace. Phyllis looked at me smiling. I’m sure the look I returned resembled more confusion then a smile. I was flush with excitement and jealously. Phyllis smiled. “I’d say she is enjoying it now.” She paused, then continued, “You know, he won’t stop unless you tell him to stop.” If I was smiling when I responded to Phyllis, it was superficial. My heart was hammering away. “Gail will know when to stop.” I said with as much bravado as I could muster. Phyllis was in the adjacent chair and placed her hand on the arm of my chair, over my hand. When I looked back Gail was stretching her neck to kiss Peter and his left hand was now gently cupped over her breast. Now Gail’s left hand was around his neck and her right hand was supporting her. Peter started to lower her head to rest on the pillow and Gail straightened her legs to accommodate the move, still continuing their kissing. With her head on the pillow Peter broke the kiss and moved to position himself more comfortably. Gail looked at me with just the twitch of a smile, she was flushed around her neck, a faraway look in her eyes, then she looked to Peter as he lowered himself to begin kissing her again. Their kiss was probing, they were enveloped in a passionate embrace and their hands started feeling for more. Peter kneaded her breast, pulled on her nipples through her dress, rubbed her stomach and reached his hand down her leg and rubbed and squeezed her leg from her calf to her thighs. He seemed to be controlling himself. He lay down on the edge of the bed, his back to us, and started kissing her face and neck. Gail tilted her head back enjoying the kisses that started on her neck and continued to her upper chest and shoulders. I was caught up in the passion and had a solid erection but I tried not to show it. Phyllis was engrossed in what her husband was doing to Gail and, I wondered if she was a lady who liked girls. Peter slid both straps from Gail’s shoulders to expose her breasts. I thought for sure Gail would stop him. Instead she moved from side to side to allow the dress to slide down on both sides. A pang of jealously rose in my chest that almost choked me. Peter immediately moved his mouth to her right breast and continued to knead and tweak her left breast. When Gail wrapped her arm around his head she gazed over to me looking me in the eye without expression. I could see she was thoroughly enjoying Peter’s attention and I watched, entranced, as his right hand slide over her stomach and started to rub her thighs and pussy through her dress. Her dress had crept up enough to expose most of her legs and before long Peters hand was under her dress and probing her pussy. I could tell from the movement that he was probing for her slit and when his hand started moving up and down Gail sighed deeply. Her dress was now high enough that I could see her panties. Peter was lying on his side, which partially blocked Gail from our view, but I did see her spread her legs allowing him better access. Peter stopped touching her and gently sat her up. Gail opened her eyes and glanced questioningly. We all watched. Peter as he took the lower hem of her dress and started to raise it. Gail was looking at his face. She lifted a little to allow him to pass her hips then raised her arms. The dress passed from her and Peter sat back to admire her. “You are truly beautiful in the most complete sense of the word,” he said softly. Gail did look lovely at that moment. Her nipples were inch long buttons, her face was flushed and excited. She looked directly at me not smiling, her soft moist eyes were glassy, I ached at her beauty, my chest pounding with jealously. Peter broke the spell by sliding her down again and lowering his mouth to hers. The kiss ended and he proceeded to slide down her body kissing and gently sucking every inch along the way. At her stomach he concentrated on lightly moving his mouth across her belly. Gail was alternately watched him then closing her eyes to enjoy the sensations. Phyllis was now rubbing her breasts and I had my hand over my rock hard cock squeezing it but trying to go unnoticed. Gail opened her legs further as Peter reached her panty-clad pussy. He kissed and licked her thighs, probed with his tongue, rubbed his lips over her panties hard against her clit, pulled on her nipples with both hands and simply abandoned himself to pleasuring Gail. She was writhing now, moving her head from side to side, looking down at his mouth loving her, sitting up slightly to hold his head, then lying down again. Her breathing had shortened, there were gasps, Peter reached up and pulled her panties down and off in a flash of movement and continued loving her pussy. Gail started to moan, “Ohhhh, it’s so..Ahhhh yes.” Peter was moving his head in and out obviously using his tongue to penetrate her pussy in a fucking motion, and Gail was humping back. “Aghhhh, Ohhh Peter” she moaned in a whisper. Peter slightly lifted Gail and proceeded to slide his tongue over her slit to her clit then down again to her ass cheeks. He wet his fingers and started to rub Gail’s clit between his thumb and forefinger like he was jerking her off. His mouth was now between her ass cheeks. When Gail opened her mouth with the shock of pleasure, the intake of air was an almost silent shriek and I knew that he was licking her asshole. Again his face started a fucking motion this time his tongue probing her ass bud, and Gail let out a throaty Aghhh…of content that began with her shaking, then shivering, as she started an intense orgasm. For two minutes we watched Gail writhing in ecstasy and heard, “Aghhh, I’m cumming, Oh yes, yes, oh do it oh yesss I’m cumming, do it.” Peter slowed his movements and waited for Gail to finish. She had a hand on his head and the other had sheet bunched up in her fist. She didn’t move for minutes. Peter lay looking at her. Phyllis was still touching her own breasts. My cock was throbbing. Gail opened her eyes and slowly turned toward me. She watched me intently looking for a sign, unsure of my reaction. I starred at her beauty, her eyes had the afterglow of sex, I sensed a mix of shame, a million thoughts running through my mind. I had barley started to smile at her when she ever so slightly smiled at me, probably relieved, then looked down at Peter and said, “Peter, that was truly fantastic.” Peter moved to the far side of Gail so that we were now looking directly at her naked body. He leaned close against her so that her thigh was between his legs. “I’m certainly the lucky one to get all this attention”, Gail said. Phyllis commented. “Peter always seeks to please. So tell us, did you find it different?” Gail flushed even more and smiled, weighing her answer, “Some different technique. As I said, fantastic. But no less wonderful with my husband.” Phyllis threw her head back with a hearty “Ha, good for you.” Peter wrapped his arms around Gail’s nakedness and said in mock hurt, “Now be fair. Tennis I can’t… but making love…” then he abruptly rose, fumbled with his cock pushing against his pants, and took two pillows from the other side to cover Gail. He then went for the champagne and poured for us all. Peter went back to lying down beside Gail. She looked beautiful, naked legs stretched out beneath the pillows. It looked like he was pressing himself against her legs from behind. Phyllis now rose and stood before me. “I’m too turned on to go through formalities here,” she said. She knelt before me and fumbled with my pants for access to my still hard cock. I loved the feeling and the attention and I watched her. When my cock was released Phyllis started to rub slowly. “Now that’s what I call a pretty cock”, she said as she lowered her mouth to kiss the head. I lifted and slid my pants down enough so that my cock was fully released. I looked over at Gail and she was now fully on her side, hugging a pillow to her chest, intent on watching Phyllis pleasure me. We fixed eyes for a moment and I smiled meekly, lost in the excitement and the depth of pleasure I was receiving. Phyllis took my cock in her mouth and held her head still for a moment then allowed my cock to pass completely into her throat. The sensation from the tightness of her mouth and the fervor of her sucking was beyond description. She was kneading my balls, sucking then kissing along the side of my cock, then again deep in her throat. She was on her knees, legs spread slightly, touching herself with a steady and quickening rhythm, her tits rubbing against my legs. I could feel my orgasm creeping up. I looked over to Gail. She was still on her side watching closely. Looking into my eyes wanting to catch my moment of rapture. Behind her I noted, with some surprise, that Peter had taken his shirt off and was standing sideways to me, on the other side of the bed, lifting his leg from his pants. He was slightly bent over, both hands holding his pants as his cock, his huge cock, sprang free. My look must have been of shock because Gail turned to see that I was looking at Peters cock protruding between his legs like a long black bat. Phyllis started to moan, “I’m coming”, and she released my cock and lay her head in my lap humping and groaning as her orgasm peaked from touching herself. Gail was looking at Phyllis, Peter had laid down behind Gail, and when I looked up again his cock was between Gail’s thighs, a good portion sticking out in front, and Gail was still looking at us while rubbing the head of his cock with her hand. Peter moved so that his cock was pushed up tight between her legs, and he ever so slowly moved back and forth sliding his cock between her thighs and, I felt certain, her now wet slit. He started touching her breasts, exciting her nipples, and from time to time adjusting his cock so that it was pushed hard against Gail. She kept her hands in front of her touching his cock head as it slid through her legs then waiting for it to return. After some moments Gail closed her eyes to concentrate on the feeling. Peter now had one hand on her breast and the other touching her clit, his cock still between her thighs pressed hard against her pussy. He kissed the back of her head then her ears. She turned her head and their mouths met. While they were kissing Peter slowly started to turn Gail as he moved to be on top of her. When she was flat on her back and he upon her she opened her legs in invitation, he used his hand to place his cock on her belly, it reached up to her breasts, he lay on Gail and they continued to kiss. Minutes, maybe only seconds passed, who knows, I was overwhelmed with lust, desire, even fright. I watched as Peter finally broke the kiss and raised enough to place his cock between her legs. It was the most erotic image, this long black rod aimed at her pussy, he was hunched so far back in order for his cock to be aimed at her that he was literally doubled over. Gail reached down and touched his cock, just to feel it, exploring for a moment. Peter took one hand and guided his huge black tool to her hole. He then started rubbing it up and down, pushing a bit harder as he passed her hole, teasing, something that I know Gail loved. I was amazed at how far back he had to move in order to make space for his cock. Gail watched his cock tease her, eyes glazed over with lust, she was now oblivious of Phyllis and myself. Gail Prefers Peter When Peter entered her hole and started to push it in I truly believed he would only get half inside her. Gail moved her legs apart, and then back again placing her feet on his buttocks pressing him forward into her. What a sight. A good third of his cock steadily slipped into her stretched pussy and Gail’s legs started to shake. She looked down at the rest of his cock waiting to enter her tunnel then laid her head back and sighed. Peter stopped pushing. Gail reached up for his head to kiss again. Peter pushed deeper. More of his cock was in her pussy now, the contrast of her pale skin and his black cock was intensely erotic, Peter continued pushing headlong toward her womb. For the first time he started pumping slowly, just small in and out motions. Gail again sighed deeply then turned her head to fix her gaze on me, glassy eyed, so intense. She started to say something, her lips formed the shape of a circle like ‘Ohh’, with her eyes still fixed to my eyes, then she gasped and closed her eyes turning back to Peter, as his cock obviously had reached some deep and wonderful place. He was now moving in a real fucking motion, Gail meeting his thrust, her legs first in the air, then wrapped around pulling his buttocks, and shaking noticeably. Phyllis was watching, fingering herself again. “She’ll take him, she’ll be able to take him,” she said in an almost hypnotic whisper and to no one specific. They were now fucking with growing intensity and the bed was moving. Peter’s cock would slide out all wet and shiny and Gail would pull him back in with her legs, rising to his thrust. She was moaning and sighing and then the shaking peaked in intensity, “Aghh, ohhhh, Aaghhh. Oh do me, Aghhh”, and Gail started to orgasm, and it continued. They were bucking and humping, Peters cock now fully embedded in my wife so deeply that I could not imagine where it was finally reaching inside her. She was having a continuous orgasm and started whimpering, she looked at me and her lust and abandon was so apparent that my cock started to twitch, and I came shooting spurt after spurt on the floor, the chair, and on Phyllis’ back. Gail saw me come while she was still coming, Peter was pumping so hard that each downward thrust was a thump. Gail’s whimpers were now actually crying. She looked at me again, tears running down her face, her rising to meet each thrust of Peters with a lust and abandon that seemed light years distant from the delicate shy woman I thought I had married. Peter was grunting now. Phyllis said, “Come on baby, shoot in her, come on baby” Peter was now buried completely inside my wife as his balls tightened. Gail sensed it. “Oh yes honey” she said to him, “shoot in me, do it, come honey…” Peter jerked violently “Oh yes I feel it” said Gail. And Peter continued shooting somewhere deep inside my wife. She was looking at me with tear-streaked cheeks as he was shooting off in her. I could feel my cock start to twitch again, like I was coming, but nothing came out. The intensity was beyond description. If I was jealous it was overwhelmed by the pleasure I felt in seeing my wife so consummately satisfied. I felt closer to this sensuous woman then ever before and I knew a deep emotional bond had been cast this very moment. Peter’s cock was still buried deep in Gail’s belly. She had closed her eyes and had not moved for five minutes. He patiently waited. When she opened her eyes she gave Peter a long endearing look. He smiled at her. The room was silent. Peter slowly uncoupled, his softened cock slowly endlessly withdrawing. He looked at her and smiling softly whispered, “Gail, my dear, for me that was truly a first.” Peter rose and moved to the bathroom. Phyllis followed him. Gail still lying on the bed reached her hand beckoning me toward her. I sat on the bed beside her and took her hand. “Do you love me Rian?” she asked, a serious look of need in her eyes which were still glowing with the look of after sex. “What do you think?” I said, smiling. “Tell me Ri, please tell me.” “I love you baby…and need you too”, I added. Gail was watching my eyes and face as I spoke. I meant it and she sensed just that. I gathered Gail’s underwear as she put on her dress, and we bade Peter and Phyllis goodnight. I held Gail tightly in the elevator ride down. Moments later we were in bed, Gail resting her head on my shoulder, her arms around my chest. “Are you surprised? She asked. I didn’t answer. “Did I embarrass you?” she whispered. “No”, I answered after some thought. “Did you enjoy?” I waited a long time for her answer. “Honey, it was more then… he knew how to… he filled me, I loved it.” I thought about it a moment. “I could see that”, I said. “You want to do it again with him?” She answered in a whisper, “Yes. If you let me, yes” then seconds later, “Would you mind?” She was surely thinking about seeing Peter again, and my mind was dwelling on Françoise, and we still had more then a week to go. “Did you enjoy Phyllis sucking you?” Gail asked, whispering in my ear. “Watching you with her sucking me was… it’s too deep to explain”, I said. “It was a first for us”, she said. “What was first?” I asked. “You getting sucked, me getting fucked.” I took me a moment to gather my thoughts. I was tired, satisfied, why start a new discourse. I simply grunted in response to her statement, “Uh huh.” and we slept.