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Gail Surprises Rian

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 an early thirties couple, 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. 

Hadrian @ All rights reserved

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All married couples must go through the same exploration phase. If they are already sexually active, and more importantly, satisfied with their sexual activity, the exploration is probably more risqué. At one point a few years ago, I decided to write about a sexual experience we had. Since then I have continued writing, mostly about our yearly holidays. 

What I thought made our holidays worth writing about was that my wife experimented sexually, both with and without me. When I re-read the old stories it seems like a lot of activity. When I relate it to the rest of our day to day life, it’s but a teardrop in a stream.

We began this year’s holiday in August. First we flew from Santiago, Chile, to New York where we stayed overnight in lower Manhattan. The next day we met Gail’s cousin for coffee at Ferraro’s, a pastry shop in China Town that we came to know as students in New York. In the afternoon we made our way to JFK Airport, getting there early as was recommended. We boarded our plane for France two hours later, arriving in Nice in the morning to begin our 2002 holiday. 

It was close to 10AM when we finally had our luggage, a mobile phone rental, and were loaded into a trim grey Opel rental that registered only 187 kilometers of use. We exited the airport driving toward Cannes without exchanging much comment; we were both tired and excited. Being back in France felt like coming home. 

This year was special for us. Firstly, because we were meeting many friends during our stay and, we had a longer vacation. When my assignment for working in Chile was complete I was offered a promotion which extended my stay for at least three years. Gail and I talked it over and considered it a good growth opportunity and a chance to save Along with the promotion I picked up another two weeks of holiday time.

Last year, before we finished our holidays and left France, we visited our friend Tamara in Cannes. She is an elderly English lady whom we met on a previous vacation and she and my wife had become friends. After lunch that day we three casually strolled to the port area to visit Tamara’s friends living on a boat. She introduced us to a charming British couple, Duncan and Charlotte, and we visited with them for a quite a while. Tamara introduced us to Charlotte saying, “This is my Aphrodite… that girl I have told you about.” Obviously we, or Gail, had been a subject of conversation.

I recall the meeting so vividly, both the setting and the innuendo. I guessed Tamara’s friends to be in their forties and fifties, unmistakably proper British in their attire and in the relaxed courtesy we were provided. 

It didn’t take long for me to notice that Duncan was completely smitten with Gail. Charlotte, his wife, moved around effortlessly serving us tea and then cool white wine, always with a smile and fixed gaze that made me feel she could see through me. She conveyed experience. 

For a while Duncan and I sat apart from the girls, sipping a cool Compari and soda. We talked about Vicuna, an animal indigenous to my country and valued for their hair. As a retired clothier it was an interest he had played over in his mind for very many years. The three ladies were content conversing among themselves. Tamara was relating a story while Gail and Charlotte kept interrupting with smart comments, then all three laughing in unison. Gail was simply enchanting that day. It was hard for Duncan to keep from looking over to her, and every time Gail noticed his glance, she responded with a warm smile. 

Before we left Duncan and Charlotte had invited us to stay with them on board their boat, when we visited France the next year. Of course we smiled and said “…that would be nice,” never imagining that it would happen. As we left I could see that Tamara was proud or maybe satisfied, that she had brought us together. 

In the ensuing year Gail spoke by telephone to Tamara, discussing the invitation on many occasions. Tamara of course insisted that their invitation was genuine, and continued to insist we should stay on their boat when we were on holiday again. We finally agreed to call Duncan and Charlotte, to get a firsthand impression of their enthusiasm to have guests for almost three weeks. Gail spoke first and later swore to me that Charlotte was thrilled to have us. When I spoke to Duncan he didn’t even consider that we might not visit. He already had ideas as to where we could sail, and things we would do. Except for the last part of our holiday, when we would holiday with an Italian friend for a week, we would be aboard his yacht the SeaAyre


So, here we were driving toward Cannes with plans to stop by and say hello to Tamara, and then head to the SeaAyre where we would spend the next sixteen days as guests of Charlotte and Duncan. Our agreed upon arrangement was that we would keep to our personal schedule’s, planning in advance whatever we do jointly. As it turned out, we were together most of the time.

We parked the car as close to Tamara’s building as possible and asked the concierge to watch a suitcase that did not fit in the trunk. Tamara was thrilled to see us again, and in minutes she and Gail were chatting incessantly. What was to be a ten minute hello visit, took an hour. Just before we left Tamara called the boat to inform Charlotte that we would be right over.

Following Tamara’s directions to where the boat was now docked, we drove into the port and in moments we were alongside the SeaAyre. Duncan was on the deck and immediately called his greeting as I stepped out of the car. A young man came trotting down the gangway to help us unload the suitcases, and then he beckoned us to go on board, taking charge of the suitcases and parking the car.

Our reunion with Charlotte and Duncan felt like a natural extension of our many discussions by telephone the past two weeks. After ten minutes of hugs and chatter Charlotte showed us to our cabin, one level below.

We walked to the end of the hallway and Charlotte opened the double doors and stood to the side to allow Gail and me to pass. “Wow,” was what I actually exclaimed, when I stepped inside. Gail smiling broadly turned to look at Charlotte and said, “It’s absolutely lovely…, lovely.” Charlotte’s hint of a smile suggested she knew just how lovely it was. 

The suite was U shaped, taking up the width of the boat, porthole windows exactly in the middle of the room on both sides. A huge bed on a dark wood bedstead was facing us, covered by a solid beige bedspread of raw silk. Dark patterned throw pillows were pilled at the head. Left and right of the bed were nightstands, after which there were dark wood paneled sliding doors that led to small en-suite rooms. The rooms had an office desk, a built in TV cabinet with drawers underneath, and a floor to ceiling closet for suits and coats. A small electronic safe was tucked into the rear left of the closet, just like a hotel. 

The starboard side room became Gail’s side of the bed. The open sliding doors on her side led to the same size room, also with TV, drawers and closet. However, the other wall had mirrors, lights, and a wide stool, all perfectly placed in an authentic ladies makeup room grouping.


Gail and I browsed the room for a long time before we looked at Charlotte to thank her again, “It’s lovely, so refined, we’re going to love it Charlotte,” Gail said in her usual soft voice. Then she walked to Charlotte and kissed her cheek, thanking her. It was typical of Gail to be appreciative and I sensed that Charlotte was delighted with her show of enthusiasm. Obviously she was the decorator of this boat.

As soon as Charlotte left I looked toward Gail. She was leaning against the bed, her left hand resting on the covers. Smiling broadly, she leaned forward as if someone was listening, and in a half whisper said, “Isn’t this beautiful. I can’t believe that we have this…” and she raised both hands in a gesture to encompass the room, “for sixteen days, with Turkey or Sardinia thrown in.

The suite was air conditioned and had a full freshwater bath and shower, they didn’t spare the comfort. When Charlotte left us we proceeded to unpack, and shower. We drank gallons of Perrier and lazed about the room, not wanting to leave.

In the weeks preceding our visit I had spoken with Duncan many times. We were going to decide where we would sail on a short trip, and the choice was between Sardinia and Bodrum in Turkey. I too was thrilled with the accommodation, and felt certain that in spite of being at close quarters, we wouldn’t run into uncomfortable issues. Though we did not know them well, I rested comfortably with the thought that Tamara did.


Gail was ecstatic with the arrangement, her eyes glistened with exhilaration. I loved her look at that moment. I took two steps toward her and we hugged. “You know,” I said, “If we were to organize and pay for a holiday of this caliber and setting, it would cost…,” I paused, never finishing the thought, and we separated and began to unpack our three suitcases.

We placed our clothes in closets and drawers and piled our dirty clothes for laundering. “Let’s remember to ask where we take our dry cleaning,” Gail said. “Maybe we can get some things cleaned tomorrow morning.” Half dressed we moved through the cabin and Gail gave me instructions on what went into the different drawers.


Finished with my unpacking I took a map from the desk and sprawled across the middle of the bed. When Gail was finished she too climbed on the bed and reaching behind her back she unsnapped her brassiere and knelt beside me, facing my feet. Then she lifted her short slip and stretching her right leg over me, she sat on my lower stomach. ”Scratch my back please,” she said. I rubbed, and then softly scratched her back, in this oft occurring ritual that she loved, and ten minutes later we slept.


We were on deck in the late afternoon and we visited with Charlotte and Duncan sitting on the rear deck of the boat. I felt like Onasis, I wished I had a Cuban cigar. Charlotte informed us that nothing was planned for dinner, and she showed Gail the food pantry. Instead, we invited them to join us in driving to Juan le Pin, to a pizza place we knew and, Duncan accepted. Charlotte leaned forward from the rear of the car, touching my shoulder and Duncan’s at the same time, “You know Rian,” she said, “In seven years of living on the cote d azure Duncan has never driven for pizza. I am simply amazed that we are in this car.” 

The next morning I arose very early, still on Chile time. Without showering I dressed and made my way out of the yacht basin and found a grocery store with still warm French bread and fresh chevre, Gail’s favorite breakfast. She was still sleeping when I returned so I closed myself into the study. 

It was late morning when we ate our breakfast of bread and cheese while chatting. Gail was on the bed, cross legged, the patch of her ivory colored panties stretched tight, her small breasts hanging pert and beautiful, partially showing from the side. She looked so beautiful, un-pampered, hair slightly tousled. Gail noticed my studied gaze and smiled warmly, at ease with my appraisal.

I showered and left the cabin when Gail started her morning routine. Walking through the lounge I opened a doorway on the starboard side of the boat and stepped onto the port side deck. I was walking around the boat, facing forward. Just a few feet further a small metal door opened to a stairwell that led toward the wheelhouse, two levels above. Climbing the first few steps, I was now in a roofless corridor, between the wall that was the base of the wheelhouse, and a four foot high metal wall that looked out over the sun deck. 

Looking toward the front of the boat was a sight to behold. I could see an array of yachts, with the city as a backdrop, and mountains beyond. On the boat, a railing completely encircled the sun deck, with white canvas hanging between the rails, affording almost total privacy. Four beach recliners were scattered across the deck, some chairs among them. I noted that the recliners all had the name of the boat on the canvas cushion in brown print. I heard a voice, speaking softly, and I looked down almost directly below me and a few feet to my right. 

Sitting in a lounge chair turned sideways to me, half reclined, was Duncan. His eyes were closed, an open newspaper lay across his chest, his white terry robe was opened, and he wore nothing underneath. Charlotte was sitting sideways on the edge of his recliner. She was leaning over him, fully clothed. Her left hand was between his legs, beneath his balls, her right wrapped around the base of his penis. His penis was long and hard, curving inward toward his chest. Charlotte stretched across him for the dark bottle of sun cream that was on the recliner table beside him. She poured generously into her left hand and placed it it back between his legs. She was speaking softly but I couldn’t hear what was said.

Duncan had his eyes closed, both hands at his side, while Charlotte started to spread the oil around his balls and over the full length of his penis. I chuckled, almost audibly when I noticed that Duncan was completely shaven. Charlotte stopped for a moment and gazed to her right, leaning forward, then sideways, as if to see beyond the shiny brass air vent that blocked her view. Then she continued to play with her husband as I stepped back from the corridor wall and quietly retreated.

I retraced my steps, walking through the living area, and stepped out of the open doors on the rear deck. There were wicker chairs and side tables on both sides. I picked up a French newspaper and stumbled through my poor French trying to read the headlines. Minutes later Gail came out on deck and sat opposite me leaning over to re-buckle her sandals. She was bra-less and the view was inviting. I told her what I had just seen with Charlotte and Duncan and she laughed commenting, “I thought that they were supposed to be less active when they get…” she paused, “When they get more mature.”

I questioned, “Do you have any idea how old they are.” 

Gail smiled and asked, “What do you think?” Her smile told me that she already knew. 

“I’d say he was in his fifties and her her forties,” I said. 

“Not quite,” Gail responded, “He’s sixty two and she is fifty one.” 

I was surprised, “Did Tamara tell you?” Gail nodded, yes. 

Gail continued, “Are you still planning to call Peter today?” Peter was an American friend we had made in France a couple of years ago. He now had an apartment in Monte Carlo where he lived part of the year. We had exchanged phone calls on a few occasions during the year, with plans to meet when we arrived in France. While in Chile Gail had reminded me, a few times, that I had agreed to call him. At first I thought it was her always courteous nature, later I started to wonder if there was another interest. 

Answering Gail’s query, “I thought we should wait to see if Duncan had anything planned. Peter will surely want to meet. Don’t you think it would be better to have a grasp on our schedule?” Gail nodded again, her gaze centered upon a group of three men unloading a car and carrying grocery boxes on the boat next to ours. “What do you think about meeting with Peter again,” I asked. 

Gail considered my question for a moment, and then answered. “We learned a lesson last time. Let’s make sure that whatever we do with them, you’ll control the planning.” Her response was typical of her generosity. She was wise and creative in her efforts to be non confrontational, sometimes to extreme.

Just then Charlotte stepped out from the living area on to the rear deck. Smiling broadly she said, “Well hello you two. We thought you’d be exhausted and want to rest for a while.” 

Gail replied, “I think we’re too excited, though we may not last long this evening,” adding, “You know Charlotte, the room is so lovely, and I can’t begin to tell you how much we appreciate it.” 

Charlotte moved toward Gail’s chair and placed her hand on Gail’s shoulder. “Thank you, dear,” she replied, “We’ve been looking forward to your visit for months now. Duncan has been studying maps, calling all about. He had said to me, that we must make certain this is a memorable holiday for you. So you see, we’re just as excited as you are.”

Charlotte stepped between us and walked to a wicker chair on my right. She reached for the arms to drag the chair closer to where we were sitting. When she bent over her thin slacks tightened over her rear, gently shaping each cheek of her behind. A little larger then Gail, I thought, but shapely and with an appealing softness and movement. When her chair was nearer, she sat down. She looked at me and said, “I’m sorry about surprising you on the sun deck.” My quizzical look spoke my thoughts, so she continued, “Seeing me service my husband is not the best way to start.” She was looking directly into my eyes and I thought I sensed a flicker of mischief. 


It took me some seconds before I understood her comment. “I’m sorry that I was there. I didn’t know you had seen me.” I paused adding, “Actually I thought it was a fine way to start, both the day and the trip. I was jealous.”

“Rian?” Gail shouted. I looked up; her finger was over her lips, indicating for me to keep quiet. She was noticeably bothered with my comment, and blushing, with the unmistakable insinuation, and my audacity.

Charlotte interjected, her broad smile setting the tone, “I’m glad you aren’t uncomfortable.”

I shook my head and mouthed, “No,” audibly adding, “Not at all,” I said, then added, “I mentioned it to Gail and she thought it was sweet,” Part truth part lie. Charlotte turned to Gail, smiled, and nodded, affirming that all was well.


’We don’t know if you have made any plans for the rest of the day,” Charlotte said. She was looking at Gail. “We’re going to a small bistro for dinner this evening, and we’d love for you to join us.” Gail responded, “Of course, we’ve nothing planned.”

”Ahh,” Charlotte sounded, “I’m going to a Spa tomorrow, for a facial and some pampering. It’s possible that Tamara may come as well. We’d be there for several hours tomorrow afternoon. You’re welcome to join.” Gail looked at me wondering if I would mind, I’m sure she was thinking of the cost, without saying anything I tried to look approving. Gail returned her gaze to Charlotte. “I’d love to, and I certainly could use it.” 

Gail and I spent the rest of the afternoon walking through Cannes. I enjoyed both occasions when we stopped first for coffee and later we sat in a small creperie. Gail was wearing a Benetton shirt that perfectly showed her tiny breasts. Her short skirt was tight and when she sat without crossing her legs, it was a sight to behold. I saw men rush to get seats facing her, staring instead of eating, and even risking the wrath of their wives. Gail showed no interest, sometimes almost convincing me that she was unaware of the glances.

The next morning I went for bread and cheese. After eating I informed, “I’m going to look around for players, maybe drive to Antibes.” I said. “Do you want me to try to book for you too?” Gail responded while buttering her bread with chevre. “Yes, why not, we had fun when we played together in Monaco.” 

I showered and shaved, donned khaki shorts and sandals, grabbed my passport, wallet, and our mobile phone, and made for the port parking area. Gail and Charlotte would visit Tamara this morning, have an early lunch, and then have their spa treatment. They would be back again in late afternoon. I planned on returning at four. 


Gail Surprises Rian



I drove up the coastline toward Antibes, and stopped at the Hotel du Cap. There were players around, and a local pro we knew was on court. He was pleased to see me and offered to set up a few games. “Truthfully,” he added, “most of the guests at the moment were hackers.”

I continued down the coast toward Nice and I stopped before Nice for a sandwich. Something subliminal must have triggered me to think of calling Francoise. She was a woman I had met at the Hotel du Cap two years ago. We had a brief affair, almost in retaliation when I had learned Gail had dallied with her husband. I carried a miniature Cartier address book in my wallet, and quickly found her number. I dialed on my mobile and a child answered. In the best French I could muster, I asked for Francoise. The child paused for a lengthy while, I thought she didn’t understand, and then I heard her whispering to someone. Finally a response, “Allo,” I recognized the voice of Francoise and I identified myself.

“Oh Rian,” she responded, obviously pleased. “How nice to hear your voice,” and we proceeded, at first tentatively, to exchange niceties. Then we asked questions, and finally we felt comfortable being suggestive. “Where are you,” she finally asked. “In Nice, passing through on my way to Monaco,” I answered, and I explained our holiday plans and my today’s schedule. She persisted, “Can we meet?”

Well of course I would not let the opportunity pass. Francoise told me where to go and we met forty minutes later at the Vendome Hotel. She looked as lovely as I remembered; her hair cut short, barely any makeup except for a splash around her eyes. We exchanged small talk covering our goings-on over the last year, I told her about our presently being ensconced in a yacht in Cannes. She laughed, she shared some talk about herself and Roger, and before long we had our hands on the table, fingers entwined. When I left an hour and a half later, we promised to get together sometime during our visit.

On the way back to Cannes I stopped at a small tennis club in Antibes where I had once played with the pro. He remembered me, and at my prompting he called a friend in Cannes that worked at the Club Martinez. He made an appointment for me and, with his directions I went straight to the Martinez to arrange my tennis play during our stay. I gave them my credit card for billing, and organized a game for the next day. I also asked if he could organize a doubles for the following day. He said he would have to wait until tomorrow as the only person he knew was out of town today. I knew the routine. He was anxious to see our level of play.

I arrived back at the boat at four fifteen, and Charlotte and Gail were sitting in the living area drinking V-8 juice. They looked so scrubbed and relaxed I commented, “Wow! What beauty shines through after a little pampering.” Charlotte looked relaxed and scrubbed, and Gail looked radiant, her usually flawless skin was glowing. 

Charlotte interrupted my admiring glance. “Rian, firstly, Duncan has planned dinner tonight at the Palm Beach Casino. I hope that’s convenient?” 

“That works well for us.” I said, looking at Gail. 

Charlotte continued, “And,” she played with a pause, “We thought a party coupled with a weekend trip would be nice and we wonder if you and Gail approve.” 

Again I looked at Gail and she responded before I could speak, “I already told her I think it would be fun.” 

Charlotte interjected, looking at me with a half smile which made me feel like she was teasing me, “You know, there’s no tennis when we sail, but we make up for it,” she said. 

I nodded, smiling “I think we’re both looking forward to the sailing,” I countered, and for some unknown reason I shuddered, as from a cold chill.

Dinner at the Palm Beach was simple and terrific. Most of the staff knew Duncan and catered to his every whim. We started with Champagne and opted to continue throughout the meal. Before it was over we had had too much to drink. The conversation with Duncan was delightful. Whatever he said he reduced to words of precise meaning. He was very politically informed with an uncanny ability to remember names and dates. I was very impressed. After dinner Duncan ordered a Port for each of us. “If you aren’t a Port drinker, you should be,” he said, “It is by far the most civilized drink.” And we toasted cheers to one another. 

As we finished coffee Duncan asked of no one in particular, “Shall we try our luck at the tables for a while?” We left the dinning room with Charlotte on my arm and Duncan a step behind Gail and touching her arm as he spoke, “I would imagine you are lucky,” he said to her, “ I’ll spot you some chips if you promise to share the winnings.” He had now laced his arm in Gail’s as we walked toward the casino. “I’m not a gambler,” Gail said, but in spite of the smile her shyness was showing. 

“Not at all?” Duncan asked. 

“Not at all,” she confirmed, “Except for a numbers game I sometimes play.” 

Duncan insisted, “Oh, come on my dear, you play roulette for me and I’ll play your numbers game with you.” Gail just smiled and looked at me for help. “Is it a deal,” Duncan asked offering his hand. I knew that Gail was nervous about taking and maybe loosing his money so I smiled and nodded, urging her to shake on the deal. 

I watched at the roulette table for a short while. The three of them had taken seats. Gail was excited and nervous with the stack of chips that Duncan had ordered and placed in front of her. I watched Gail energize when she won, and look almost apologetic toward Duncan when she lost. In all however, Gail was a winner, albeit not by much, and that allowed Duncan to boast his perceptiveness on the ride home. 

In the taxi from the casino, true to his word, Duncan asked about the numbers game. Gail explained it and they played a few rounds, with Gail winning three of four, and Duncan acting frustrated in the loser roll. It was a trick game that I knew well, and I reckoned that soon enough Duncan would figure it out. By the time we reached the boat Duncan was obsessed with the game, while Gail, smartly so I might add, declined to play further. Duncan raised the stakes. “OK,” he said, “let’s make this more challenging… and rewarding. Each time I loose, it’s a dinner for one person, your choice of guests, champagne included.”

By this time we were back at the boat. I noticed that as we were walking up the gangway there were lights burning and music from the yacht beside us. Gail, Charlotte and I sat in the living while Duncan mixed champagne and cassis for us, then resumed challenging Gail at her numbers game. 

Charlotte stepped in at this point speaking for Gail, sort of protecting her from Duncan. “Come now Duncan, she can’t wager against that. She has nothing to lose.” Duncan was quick to reply, “Beg to differ my love, firstly she has won each game, and she has a lot she can offer to lose.” Duncan’s retort was classic, “Why Duncan, what are you suggesting. You expect her to wager her britches?” He was quick again, “Whatever she has that is worth wagering, why not make it a real wager,” he said. Gail was looking one to the other surprised at the turn of events, but smiling, not upset.

Duncan seemed to be thinking for a moment then added, “Well, with Gail’s permission, the wager might be interesting if…” and there was a lengthy pause, “Each time you loose it’s represents a guest for dinner, and an article of your clothing too. Each time Gail looses, we three all loose an article with her.” “Deal,” Duncan quickly said. Gail looked at Duncan smiling, wondering where this was going, then while looking at me she said, “OK, I’m game.”

But the game did not last. Gail won two of the three they played. I was certain she allowed Duncan to win the middle game they played. I assumed she was trying to throw him off. They agreed to continue tomorrow, or whenever, beginning again where they left off. 

We bade Charlotte and Duncan goodnight and walked hand in hand to our cabin. In moments I was in my shorts and in the bathroom in front of the mirror. When Gail came in I was brushing my teeth and I mumbled through foam filed mouth, “How was the Spa and facial today.” Gail was standing to my left in front of another mirror wiping her face with cotton. She stopped for a long moment, looking at me through her mirror, “You know,” she replied, “I still can’t figure it out.” I looked at her questioningly. She continued, “The Spa part was strange… I mean the massage. But the facial was great, didn’t you think so?” she asked. 

“Yes,” I answered, “Your face, your skin, looked fresh, scrubbed.” Gail was busy again but sounded an “Uhmm, I thought so too.” I asked her, “What was strange?” 

Gail began, “When we were in the taxi on our way over, Charlotte said that I could “…have any service I wanted.” I didn’t think anything of it even though she mentioned it again just before we arrived. I had a facial and she went off somewhere else. I had to wait about ten minutes for my massage so I sat in the pool area. Charlotte came out of one room and walked across the pool area with a masseur following her. She stopped and commented on the facial. We talked for a minute then she said, “The massage will be great too, ask for the extended service,” her emphasis on extended.

”The massage was good,” Gail continued, “Though he was a little strong for me. Halfway through the massage the masseur, Jacque, asked me if I wanted the full service. For a moment I thought, if he presses any harder I can’t take it, so I said, “What you are doing is fine, thanks.” Five minutes later he asks again, and now I am guessing what Charlotte was trying to tell me. Sure enough, in the taxi on the way home Charlotte asks me, “Did you have the extended service?” I Smiled at her and said, “No, I didn’t know how much it would cost, and I was ashamed to ask.” Gail was now leaning toward me, taken up with her explanation, animated in repeating to me that Charlotte had said, “Oh my dear, I should have informed you. You missed out this time. Next time you will be my guest, I will arrange everything.” 

I watched Gail walk from the bathroom in her Benetton night shirt. It had a deep V neck and was short enough to make your heart ache for more. She smiled at me with affection and when she reached the bed she knelt on one knee and stretched her face upward to kiss me. She pulled back the cover and sat leaning on a stack of pillows, her legs partially covered. I moved besides her resting my face on her thigh, now aware of the slight scent of the Bulgari perfume she had recently taken to wearing.

“What do you make of Duncan,” I asked. Gail had her hand on my shoulder and was lightly touching me. 

“In what way?” she asked. 

I responded, “Is the game and the gambling a come on?” 

Gail said nothing at first, still rubbing, and then finally commenting, “He’s flirting, I sense it.” 

I asked, “How far do you think he will go?” 

She stopped rubbing and moved her legs slightly apart as I started to caress her thigh. Gail finally answered, “I think that depends on me. I know he likes me.”

I was now feeling her leg, softly touching her thigh. My face was turned so that my mouth was touching her left thigh, and I lightly kissed her from time to time. “Do you intend to encourage him?” I asked. I felt Gail’s head move and when I looked up she was smiling at me. 

“I don’t know Ri, I thought about it.” After a moment or two she added, “I don’t think so.” She was quiet again and my hand started to explore further. “But… I think he’s cute,” she added. I looked up again thinking she was teasing me. No smile this time. She was musingly gazing ahead.

Touching Gail was having its effect and she separated her legs further, allowing me to touch her more intimately. I slide my hand from her thigh to between her legs, running my finger into the space at the top of her thigh, I loved the closeness that place imparted. 

Earlier this year I found a net site that wrote about and had graphics on the G spot. One Sunday morning, when Gail and I were both relaxed and eager for sex, we experimented. We spent hours trying, and finally succeeded. I was absolutely amazed at the intensity of her reaction, and Gail was obviously both thrilled and satisfied. Since then, Gail’s unspoken lead to my touching her that way was to sit up in bed leaning on pillows, like now.

I lifted her shirt and ran the flat of my hand across her stomach, then softly scratched my finger through her neatly trimmed hair. I nonchalantly commented, “Isn’t Duncan a little on the mature side… for you?” I had rolled over her right leg and was now on my stomach, between her parted legs, with my face just above her thighs. My fingers had made their way down to her slit and I started to explore. 

Gail finally answered. “I would not expect to be interested but, I actually thought about it… about him today.” She paused a moment, “Does that sound strange?”

I didn’t answer. I was sliding two fingers inside of Gail and her pussy was already moistening. I softly kissed around her thighs and through her hair, then lightly placed my lips upon her clit and gently sucked. I could taste her wetness and I was getting excited by her slight movement. Gail had both hands on my head and when I looked up she had both eyes closed, concentrated on my loving her. I finally propped my index finger under my middle finger and pushed deeper into Gail, searching for the spot. I soon found the nubs, that special place, and began rubbing and pressing. 

I remember how surprised I was the first time, at how hard I actually had to push and rub. Now, the rhythm of my movement and my continued kissing through her hair and around her thighs was causing her involuntary movement. I looked up; Gail’s forehead was furrowed in concentration, her eyelashes fluttered even though her eyes were closed. It looked like she was smiling from the pleasure, I studied her face and thought, my oh my, even from this angle she is so lovely. 


I wasn’t pumping in and out. I was touching on a tiny spot, trying to force my fingers to move in circles. Gail was very lubricated now; it allowed my hand to slide into her more deeply, making my finger movement easier. Her hips were moving slightly, humping forward of their own accord. I did not have to move any faster, just steadily. I sensed the feeling was intensifying; soon she would have an orgasm. She stiffened and lifted her behind from the bed, “Ohh, aahhh,” her hands were grasping my head, “Ohhh, oh Ri,” she sighed. For minutes she continued moaning and saying my name. I desperately strove to place my mouth as close to her pussy as possible. I knew she would soon flood with passion. Now her moans were low sounds, signaling each charge she felt course through her, “Ohh, aaaghhh… Ri.” Then began the telltale liquid, it was so copious that it squished out over my hand. She was coming now, so intensely that her mouth was open but made no sound. I tried to put my mouth on her clit, above my hand. . She stiffened again then started to tremble as the feeling deepened in intensity. The trembling became more exaggerated and she continued to softly moan “Aahhh, ohahhh,” then catching her breath she would begin again, gasping, “Aahhh, ohhh,” over and over. Her pussy was pouring liquid onto my hand, her fingers now clutching my hair. It was so exciting for me to feel and see her orgasm. And, as her orgasm and the trembling subsided, I hurriedly took my fingers from inside her and placed my mouth over her wet pussy. I loved the taste of my wife’s passion.

Minutes went by with nothing being said. I rested my face on her thigh. Finally Gail whispered, “That was wonderful Ri.” She had that just loved look upon her face, that timeless moment when every woman looked like Venus. She continued, “I only wish I could do it for you,” she said. 

Oh, goodness, Gail exclaimed, look at the bed. A huge wet circle was under her behind. Gail rose and came back to the bed with a towel. She lifted the sheet and placed the towel on the mattress then covered it with the sheet. “Move over,” she said and she cuddled close to me. “Let me love my love,” Gail said, as she reached to touch me… and we continued into the early morning hours. 

The next day we all seemed to be heading in opposite directions. I had organized tennis, Gail and Charlotte had planned to lunch with Tamara, and Duncan had meetings planned in Nice. A car was waiting for him even before I left to play. 

After tennis I walked the streets and wound up shopping. I found an Italian made blue suede zip front windbreaker which I bought for myself. I passed a small ladies boutique where I saw a dress, which I could well picture Gail wearing. Since it was on sale, and I was familiar with Gail’s size, I bought it with the understanding it could be returned. “Actually,” the salesgirl said, “If you telephone we will pick it up and credit your card.” She smiled, “Now that is service, no?”

When I returned it was late afternoon. Duncan was drinking Port and watching CNN. I sank into an old very comfortable large chair with huge wide arms. We chatted, mostly about world affairs. I was amazed at his understanding of issues. For every issue we confronted he had an assessment, knew the precipitating cause, and in depth details. I was impressed with how informed he was, and how he applied his knowledge to mitigate the sharp edge of issues. 


”Have you firmed up your trip with Mr. Giancomo?” he asked, and he mentioned my friend Giancomo’s family name. 

“Yes,” I said. “We have planned a week at Simi. I believe we have a house.” Then I added, “It’s a Greek island.” 

“Yes,” Duncan said, “I know it. It’s a perfect choice.” I nodded. Duncan continued, “How long have you known Mr. Giancomo?” 

“Actually, we met him through Tamara.” I replied. “We visited together in Bariloche this last December as well.” I was surprised at his interest. He continued, switching to another thought without reference, “Did Charlotte tell you we have a small reception on board tomorrow,” he asked. “No,” I replied. Duncan added, “There are some friends arriving from Hungary, they’ll be on board one night. Charlotte thought she would make a gathering of it.” 

The girls arrived, chatting loudly, and a bit giddy. Both carried a pink carnation. Charlotte quickly announced, “Tamara has corrupted us. We’ve been drinking Kirs all afternoon. I’m certain I drank a dozen... almost.” They both had enjoyed the afternoon. Charlotte was sitting beside Duncan on the three place couch opposite me. Her dress rode up her legs when she sat. She was turned toward Duncan speaking to him but she took a moment to look at me, telling me she knew that I was getting a show. She was a sexy lady, whatever her age.

We sat and talked about the reception tomorrow, there was another party planned for the next evening, before our little sailing trip. Duncan went off for a few minutes and returned with yet another bottle of wine, we laughed and talked, Duncan dazzled Gail with his intelligence, and Charlotte surprised me with her openness. I remarked to myself that the more I was around her the more I could see and feel her attraction, she was truly sensual. 

As it started to darken Duncan asked Charlotte if we had plans for dinner. “Oh yes,” she exclaimed, “Tamara has it all organized. She has instructed me not to plan, she is having dinner delivered.” Twenty minutes later a small car pulled alongside and two Chinese men carried bag after bag of food on board. We feasted on dumplings, and lettuce wrapped vegetables, soups with snow peas floating on top, fried noodles, duck and chicken and pork in delicately flavored slices, and a dolce of sliced fruits to dip in hot honey. 

We continued to drink and Duncan suggested that Gail and he begin the numbers game again. Both girls burst out laughing. Duncan looked at me and I motioned with my hands outstretched, palms upward, suggesting that I too did not know what was so funny. “What’s so funny,” he asked Charlotte. The girls looked at one another and Charlotte said, “Shall I tell them?” Gail, her laughter subsided but still with a broad grin, nodded. “Well,” Charlotte began, “We had planned to put on five pairs of shorts and underwear when next we played the game.” Duncan smiled, “Schemers, both of you,” he said. I commented, asking Gail, “Were you convinced you would loose?” She replied, “He’s a quick study, one never knows.” Charlotte still did not know that there was a trick to winning. 




Gail Surprises Rian



They began to play the game. Charlotte and I were both encouraging Gail. Duncan lost three times when Gail, I thought, allowed him to win one. Instead of demanding that she, or we, took off an article of clothing, he just said, lets wait until I win a few. A few more losses and Duncan was now in for a dinner party that would cost considerably. Charlotte was already planning where, and who to invite.

When Duncan won again, he moved forward on the couch, sitting on the edge in concentration. Charlotte laughed, “Come Duncan, it’s hard to concentrate when you are drunk.” He placed a hand on her knee, “Drunk? My dear I am far from drunk.” Then Duncan won again. “I’m getting the knack,” he said, “Come here my Dear,” he said, patting the couch beside him. Charlotte laughed, “Don’t believe him dear, he is trying to scare you that he will win.” Gail’s smile had a questioning overtone as she rose, drink in hand, and took the few steps to the couch. Charlotte rose to make room for Gail and said, “Okay, humor him,” and she walked to my chair and sat on the wide arm beside me. As they started the game she leaned to her right and whispered to me, “There’s a trick isn’t there? He can’t win,” she asked rather then stated. Still bending she placed her ear near my mouth for an answer. “Gail should win,” I assured, “Unless Duncan has been practicing.”

The game was going slowly. Gail was smiling at Duncan, her eyes wide, anticipating his response. He won the next game, and then another. I realized that he had figured out the trick, and was now playing back to Gail as if he were guessing. Still, he did not demand his winnings. “Now I’m ready to wager,” Duncan said. “Why don’t we play one final game…double whatever we have lost.” We were all looking at Gail. She was still smiling her eyes darting across Duncan’s face looking for some sign to read. I could tell she was sober enough to figure out that losing meant we were all naked. Finally she responded, “One last game, fine, but this time the first to reach one hundred loses, instead of wins.” Gail smiled at Duncan and raised her eyebrows while waiting for his answer. Duncan thought for a moment then nodded, “Agreed, if we all stay as we are until we retire.” Charlotte added, “Dunny, that’s the easiest part.” Gail looked in our direction, not seeking my approval but noting that I was not opposed to her continuing. “Fine,” Gail said, “Our last game.”

Gail lost. She looked at me again, questioningly, wondering what she should do now. We were silent. The moment was awkward. Duncan didn’t say a word. Finally Charlotte stood up, “Well we’ve all lost.” Then with a note of frustration, “Duncan wins because he gets to be naked with us.” I couldn’t help but laugh. How would Gail handle this, I thought, but with no less interest I wondered what Charlotte would look like undressed.

Charlotte stood up less then a meter in front of me and started to unbutton her dress. When her top was open she simply took her arms out of the shoulder and let if fall to the floor. Duncan was transfixed, staring at his wife. Gail had just stood up to begin undressing. I looked at Charlotte’s behind and I felt the heat of excitement begin. She was loose, both cheeks had a slight jiggle when she moved, her white thong appearing at the top of her cheeks. Her behind was high, flawlessly rounded, and her thighs were firm and perfectly shaped. 

Charlotte turned around to face me, proud to have me look at her, I thought. I gasped. The glory of her behind was small wonder compared to the shaved vagina before me. Her brassiere and panties were completely see through, her breasts medium in size and hanging slightly had large areola and huge nipples which were already excited. 

When I looked toward Duncan I noticed him watching Gail. She was wearing a silky shorts outfit that looked like a dress, and she was stepping out of the shorts. Duncan was staring between her legs. Her silky beige thong had a patch covering her front but from his angle I was sure Duncan could see the shadow of her hair. 

Gail was looking down while undressing, aware that Duncan was watching, too reserved or shy to stare back. I noticed that her neck and cheek were red, she was blushing. “Wait a minute,” Charlotte said. Gail stopped her shorts in hand just a meter away from Duncan. “You men stand up… get started.” I stood up as did Duncan. He started taking off his shirt, all the while watching Gail as she continued to take off her shorts. 

Duncan was out of his clothes in a flash. His boxer shorts well tented from an erection. He kept staring at Gail as her shirt came off. She was topless now, her chest spotted red, her small breasts firm and perfectly shaped in silhouette for me. 

Charlotte sensed that Gail was shy and walked to her, placing her arm across her shoulder. “You know,” Charlotte said with mock seriousness, “Thanks to you,” and she was shaking her head “no”, but jokingly, “We are in this position.” The timing was perfect, we all burst out laughing. Then she added, “But we will have one hell of a dinner party, I promise you,” and she patted Duncan on his leg and sat beside him. I had taken my shirt and pants off and was standing in briefs. I sat in my chair again. Gail walked toward me and sat on the arm where Charlotte had been sitting. I wasn’t at all uncomfortable, this was no less then how we… how everyone, went to the beach. 

“Hold on,” Duncan chimed in, still staring at Gail. “I won more then two or three articles of clothing.” He was right so I added, “That’s right, he won four times and then doubled.” Gail placed her hand on my shoulder, “Ri, whose side are you on?” and after a pause, “Okay,” her look said this will teach you, “Ri, you start.” Charlotte added smiling mischievously, “Ah yes, you start Ri, show us your buns.” she laughed. 

“Duncan rose, unprompted, and, almost in unison, we both slipped off our shorts. I was excited that Charlotte was looking at me, but being as reserved as I am the excitement did not show. Duncan, on the other hand, was hard, his long tool curving up toward his chest. It was what I remembered when I was peeking over the wall. Gail was unabashedly looking at his cock, as we both sat down. 

After what seemed a very long minute, Gail stood up, “Well, I guess it’s our turn, she said, and she bent forward and pushed her underwear down with both hands. I glanced at her in profile. Her chiseled legs, the swell of her behind, her breasts hanging like teardrops, nipples pointed, she was already excited. Charlotte was doing the same and when she turned slightly I drank in the beauty of her behind, and I felt the twinge of excitement begin.

We sat there, motionless, me staring at Charlotte though I really couldn’t see anything, and Duncan mesmerized with Gail. Her left leg was touching the floor, the other was dangling from the arm. Charlotte broke our reverie, “Well Dunny,” she said, “You’re certainly of a single mind.” They looked at each other smiling, her words imparting some special meaning. It seemed like his cock was the most noticeable thing in the room. “Look at you,” she continued, and with absolute immodesty she leaned forward and wrapped her left hand around his cock.

Gail and I watched, Charlotte stroked and rubbed and after some minutes she placed her right hand between his legs and under his balls. I placed my left hand on Gail’s back and softly moved from touching her spine to slipping my fingers between her arm and her chest. All this while Duncan was staring at Gail and she was alternating between watching his face and Charlotte touching him. At one point he closed his eyes with pleasure. When he focused on Gail again she moved her right leg toward me opening herself for him to see. And I strained watching Charlotte, hoping to catch a glimpse between her legs each time she moved.

As if from a haze I heard Gail say, “What are you doing when you turn your hand?” Charlotte looked up and smiled at Gail. “I’m just releasing his sack, keeping it tight,” she said, and at the same time she made the hand movement, which I had not noticed before. “Come here…see,” she suggested. Gail touched my shoulder as she rose and walked toward the couch. I watched Duncan’s face as he followed her movement.

At first Gail stood to the right of them separated from Duncan while she watched Charlotte practice her masturbating art. Duncan was reacting to the attention and would lift his hips from time to time. Gail was absorbed and asked, “Why do you turn your hand.” Charlotte smiled, “Place your hand on top of mine and feel what I’m doing.” Gail stepped in front of Duncan and bent forward, her breasts not far from his face. She reached her hand down and placed it under Duncan’s balls, on Charlotte’s hand, then bent her knees and squatted between his legs. Now the two of them were moving and talking clinically. “Yes, I see, it just allows your hand to roll away,” Gail said. Charlotte responded, “And keeps it tight, you see how it stays tight,” she commented. Charlotte pulled her hand away leaving Gail to manipulate Duncan’s balls, while Charlotte kept stroking his cock with her left hand. Gail was now moving her hand under his sack, and she looked up to Duncan’s face for reaction. I could not see her face but when Duncan looked at her his expression was one of absolute pleasure. Charlotte smiled at Gail, “You’re a natural, she said, “Here, do this too,” and she placed Gail’s left hand on Duncan’s cock.”

Charlotte watched for some thirty seconds then she rose and while looking at me smiling said, “We can’t neglect you, can we Rian.” She walked to my chair, sat on the arm rest, and without charade of any sort simply reached for my now hard cock. I watched her hand move and twist then looked up to see Gail now on her knees, looking at Duncan’s face as she played with his balls and stroked his cock.

Charlotte touching was incredibly sensual. I turned to look at her then ran my hand across her back, to the top of her behind, then reached to touch her breasts and huge areola, and marvel at her thick nipples. “You like…,” she asked smiling. “Yes, very much.” I said. Charlotte moved from the arm and stepped into the chair standing. What a captivating sight, her shaven pussy just a breath away from my face. 

Charlotte squatted and sat on my thighs facing me, her feet pressed against and partially under my thighs. She reached for my cock with both hands and lifted it so that it was resting on her stomach. Soon my cock was being touched and stroked, rubbed against her stomach, and squeezed between her two hands as she constantly placed then withdrew them over the length of my cock.

I sensed movement across the room and, to my utter surprise, I watched Gail as she rose, turned her back toward Duncan, and bent forward stretching her arm under herself between her legs. She reached for his cock, and with her head looking over her shoulder, she placed his cock between the lips of her pussy. Then the movement began, sliding it through her pussy lips a few times, ending with her pushing backwards and his sliding into her. Duncan grunted loudly Uhmmmm,” the very first sound he had made since his wife started touching him. Charlotte turned in response to his groan and watched for a moment, smiling.

I watched Gail move in small plunges and I could see his cock disappearing inch by inch. Gail was totally concentrated on taking him. She would look back, and then down between her legs, then push against him. When he was half in her Gail straightened, rolling her head back, her eyes closed, a half smile on her face as she took pleasure from the feeling. 

Charlotte slid away from me a few inches and resumed her touching. She was stroking my cock, and then slowly sliding the head through her pussy lips. The feeling was electrifying as my cock slide over her clit and popped out between her hands sliding up the full length of my cock. When I was between her pussy lips I could feel her center and each time I felt her entrance near I pushed forward, hoping to enter. But, Charlotte would move, imperceptibly, and my cock would continue through to her hands.

“UUhhh, yes,” Gail exclaimed. I looked up. Gail was half bent over driving back into Duncan’s cock. Uuhhh, aachh, yes, she breathed, an orgasm rising in her. Her breasts were hanging, her hands resting on his thighs, her eyes squinted shut. The way she was positioned I couldn’t see his cock entering her, but her thrusting backwards made it obvious that she was taking all of his length. Gail continued to push onto him without making any more sounds, slowing her pace as she finished her orgasm. 

Watching Gail stoked my excitement and I said to Charlotte, “I’m going to cum, take me in you,” She leaned forward placing her mouth near my ear and whispered, “Not this time Rian…, you cum now, cum on me.” Charlotte then took my cock and rapidly rubbed just the head at her entrance. A few moments later she slid my cock between her legs and slid forward, the head of my cock now resting between the cheeks of her behind, the wetness of her pussy obvious on the rod of my cock. She placed her right hand in the rear and cupped her behind, sandwiching my cock between her cheeks and hand. She slid back and forth two or three times and I groaned “Acchhh, uuhhh,” as my cock erupted, shooting bolts of cum into the cavern she created, each jolt making it more slimy and slippery, causing yet another spurt. The feeling was exquisite. I grunted again when she took my cock, her hand filled with cum, and she continued to pull from behind, milking me to exhaustion.

When I opened my eyes she was smiling at me. “You like?” She asked again. I smiled, and through my still cloudy mind repeated, “I like… very much.” Charlotte leant forward and kissed me softly on my lips, mouth closed nothing passionate but it seemed so appropriate.

I looked over toward Gail, and they were gone. Charlotte must have sensed my surprise because she turned. “They’re gone.” She stated. I made no comment. “I’ll bet they’ve gone to our cabin.” After a pause, “Duncan doesn’t cum, I’ll bet Gail is trying to get him to orgasm.” I couldn’t think of an appropriate response so I simply grunted an “Oh!” After a moment Charlotte slid back and stared to rise. “Shall we go watch them,” She stated rather then asked. 

Both naked we started out of the living onto the starboard side of the boat, and we walked toward the front. It was chilly. After just a few steps she opened a door and entered a stairwell. When the door was closed she turned and to our left there was another door. She opened it carefully and stepped into a darkened room. I followed. We were now in a small sitting room that was adjacent to and part of their cabin. We walked through a narrow corridor, maybe two meters long and stood in an archway overlooking their bedroom. 

The huge room was dimly lit and the large bed was empty. “Huh,” Charlotte exclaimed. Then she laughed, “He must be on the sun deck,” she said. We made our way out the front door to the bulkhead passage that led to the sundeck. We walked up the few steps that allowed us to look over the wall. The port lights illumed the deck enough to see Gail and Duncan. He was lying naked on a recliner. Gail had a jacket thrown over her shoulders and was standing with her legs straddling the recliner, squatting over Duncan as she took his cock into her, then rose up then lowered herself again.

Though we couldn’t see his cock entering her, the movements told the story. Gail would lower herself, slide forward and back, then rise again. She would stop for a moment when sitting on his groin. Her both feet were still resting on either side of the recliner. We couldn’t see Duncan’s cock, and, other then Gail’s legs being exposed, she was covered from our view by the jacket. 

Charlotte and I stood side by side watching then the chilly air prompted me to stand behind her both for warmth and to feel her behind. As we watched Gail and Duncan I placed my semi hard cock against her and began to touch and feel the cheeks of her behind, running my hand sideways through her cheeks and between her legs.

Gail started to make sounds as her humping forward became faster. I knew the sign as she placed her hands on both his arms and leaned a little forward to allow her to move faster. Suddenly she moaned, Ohhh… now, uhhh, ahhh, and placed her hands on his chest, leaning further forward, humping her hips in small thrusts. Her orgasm was short, less dramatic then usual. When she was finally spent she looked down at Duncan and spoke, something we could not hear, but which made him laugh. He lifted both hands and touched her breasts, but the movement was hidden from the jacket. They exchanged a few words which we again couldn’t hear except when Gail ended with “… I can’t.” and they both laughed.

We returned unnoticed to the living area to gather our clothes. As we were leaving Charlotte turned and stretched to kiss me. I meet her lips and placed my hand in the middle of her back. She opened her mouth and softly started to kiss and suck my lips and tongue in the most sensuous kiss I had ever experienced. Evidence of the effect of her kissing showed as my cock started a slow rise, all this just from a kiss. Before Charlotte stepped back Gail came into the living. “Hello, you’re still here,” she nonchalantly asked, then, because of the jacket she added, ‘It’s a bit chilly outside.” Charlotte said, “Hello Gail… I’m off now.” Then she turned back to me, “Thank you for a lovely time Rian.” She touched my cheek, walked to Gail and pressed her cheek to Gail’s cheek, “Sleep well you two.” 

We must have looked a strange sight. Gail in the oversized mans jacket, both of us with our clothes in hand, I was still wearing my socks, as we walked through the boat corridors to our cabin.

I closed the cabin door and walked to the beside lamp. Gail was standing at the foot of the bed. Now, in the light, I was taken aback at her look. She was hardly disheveled considering what had gone on the last two hours. Her face was awash in that ‘just finished fucking’ look, her eyes a little puffy, she was staring at me with a comfortable smile. “Did you enjoy the show,” she asked. “Yes, what little I saw.” Her smile broadened, “You certainly seemed to be occupied with Charlotte.” I didn’t comment. “Did you make love to her?” Gail asked. 

“I tried to fuck her”, I answered, “And she wouldn’t let me.” 

“Yes,” Gail added, “She loves to play, doesn’t she.” 

I was surprised at her comment and responded, “She certainly knows how.” Gail walked into the toilet and prepared for bed. Some ten minutes later she crawled into bed.

Gail moved close to me and placed her arm between my arm and body. “You tired?” I asked. “Mmmn,” was her response. A while later she said, “You didn’t mind, did you… I mean, Duncan,” she asked. 

“No, I didn’t mind.” I answered, adding, “He really sapped you thoroughly, didn’t he.” 


Gail sounded “Mmmn, he did. I couldn’t continue.” After a pause, her voice an octave higher, “You know, he didn’t cum.” Her tone was questioning, then she questioned, “Ri?” 

“Yes,” I answered. 


“He was so hard. It was like hot and… it was harder then anything I have ever felt.” He stayed that way the whole time.” She moved her face to rest on my shoulder. I must have cum two or three times.” 

I pushed my arm beneath her to cuddle her to me. “Did you enjoy… I mean was it special?” I inquired, whispering to the top of her head. 

She hesitated, then answered, “He was just very hard, that’s what felt so good. It seemed that the hardness made it less personal, and I was just concentrating on my orgasm.” 

I added, “You were, you were humping him with abandon, when we watched you.” 

Gail raised her head a few centimeters, “You were? 

“Yes, we walked up to the sun deck.” 

She just settled her head back on my shoulder and said nothing, then soon fell asleep.




Gail Surprises Rian



I lay thinking about the evening. Strangely enough, I felt no jealously, I didn’t mind her fucking Duncan. I would often feel jealous at the way a man would look at Gail, if he had shared her, but for some unknown reason this was not the case with Duncan. . In this instance I noted that not only hadn’t I felt jealous but that I felt comfortable knowing or not knowing her feelings. Was it because I had been with Charlotte or was I becoming more confident of my special place with Gail. Most probably it was because we were being honest with one another, her openness gave me confidence.

The next morning we rose late and walked to a small standup coffee bar for breakfast. We had doubles planned for the early afternoon and this evening we had the reception. When we came back from breakfast a car was beside the boat and Charlotte and Duncan were standing at the gangway. “Morning,” we all exchanged, the girls kissed one another’s cheek. Charlotte commented to Gail, “I’m off doing some last minute things for the menu tonight. I’d invite you but it’s truly a bore and, you have tennis.” If there is anything you need, ask Duncan, if he is here. Charles will be here mid day and can help too,” and she started down the gangplank. There was no hint of last night and obviously we were all comfortable

When we were in our cabin Gail mentioned, “I’m going to get Tamara this evening. She’ll stay for a while at the reception, and then I’ll take her home.” I made no comment as I walked into the dressing area on my side of the room, and retrieved the dress I had bought for Gail. “What are you wearing tonight?” I asked. Gail didn’t answer, probably because it was not a question I would normally ask. 

Finally, “Why?” in a curious tone. 

“How about wearing this I said, and I swept into the room with the dress trailing behind on a hanger. 

“Ri,” she exclaimed, reaching for the dress and holding it away from herself then placing it against herself. “It’s beautiful… when did you get it?” 

We played doubles with the pro and a young American girl from California. The girl, probably still a teen, looked like she had just left her bed, her boyish haircut uncombed, her manner sullen, like she was annoyed at being there. As the game progressed she loosened up toward Gail. I in turn played to her, and in spite of the pro working double hard, we won. I arranged to call the pro when we were back in town, and we left.

On the way back to the boat Gail said, “Why were you so mean toward that girl.” I replied, “I didn’t think that I was being mean. But, didn’t you find her depressing?” “Oh Ri, she was just a teenager, finding herself.” “Do you think she was Gay,” I asked. Gail nodded, “Yes,” then added, “Why? does that bother you.” I responded, “Not at all…how do you know? Gail just shrugged, “Who knows for sure, I just guessed she was.”

Charles, the Captain, was on the boat and greeted us when we returned. We headed straight for our cabin to shower. “Lets relax in bed a while this afternoon,” Gail said, her flirting smile and raised eyebrow suggesting a treat in store. We lay in bed under a sheet, completely naked and we chatted. “Tamara must really have some sway around here,” Gail said, a thought that popped from nowhere. “Everyone seems to know her. I think her husband had something to do with ladies fashion, in England.” I asked “Which husband?” Gail looked at me and. noting I was not being facetious, she answered, “Her first.” 

“Why do you think she wanted us to stay with Charlotte and Duncan. “I thought about that,” Gail replied. Actually, I don’t believe there is any subterfuge on her part. She likes us, she knows, she senses, we like her and she wanted to help. “Charlotte and Duncan are like masters at sex,” I said. “Charlotte must have a Phd in hands.” Gail chuckled, “Yes, and Duncan must take steel pills to get that hard.” 

“Was he harder then me.” I asked. 

“Much…Ri, he was like stone, Gail said, sounding somewhat clinical.” 

With my thoughts reeling, I asked, “Does that much harder make it better.” 

Gail turned her head to face me, a soft smile emerging, “No not better, different, nice, the hardness makes you just want to.., to fuck,” she said, then commented, “You know, now that I think about it, Duncan and I never kissed.” 

I stretched my arm to her side of the bed and rested my hand on her side. As we talked I softly touched her breast, circling her areola over and over, then touching her nipples with a feather light a touch. After some ten minutes Gail whispered in a somewhat raspy voice, “Suck me baby.” I moved to her side and slid down the bed, resting my mouth on her right breast. Gail’s arm curled around my neck, my soft cock rested over knee. 

I kissed, and hefted, touched, and loved every part of her breast. I sucked out on her nipple loving the feel of it’s hardness. I pressed her nipple in with my tongue until it was buried in the softness of her breast. I was caught up in the abandon of loving her breast, just her breast. My cock hardened against her leg. Gail’s body was reacting to the attention, slowly raising her hips from time to time humping an imaginary cock. She finally took my head in both hands and pulled my face to hers, and we kissed, her mouth open wide begging me to extend my tongue to every corner. Then softly she narrowed her mouth until our tongues were touching. We kissed, for minutes, and by now my groin was bursting with need.

My body moved over her, my cock extended like an arrow, searching for her center. When my cock found the wetness of her pussy lips, I slid my right hand under the sheet and placed the head of my cock at her entrance, and without pretense or rubbing, I slid into the yielding wet heat of her pussy. Gail moved her hips upward to meet me, she too burning with need. We made love, slowly, lots of kissing, lots of, “…does that feel good baby.” We fell asleep in each other arms and awoke in the early evening. 

“We had better get ready,” Gail said, adding, “Would you mind getting Tamara on your own? Gives me some extra time to get pretty for you.” I dressed in a blue suit, feeling certain it would pass even though some people would be in dinner jackets. As the reception was planned for eight thirty I started out for Tamara at seven forty five. I asked the taxi to wait and I went upstairs. Tamara was ready. 

“Where is my Angel,” she asked. I smiled, “”My Angel, you mean?” I corrected. Tamara smiled, “Yes… that she is.” She had three tall glasses and a tray of hor’d oeuvre sitting near an unopened bottle of champagne. “You do the honors, Rian,” she said. I opened the bottle and we toasted. “I have to go downstairs and dismiss the taxi,” I said. Tamara looked at me sternly, “Oh my dear, we will be ready soon, he will wait. We are paying him,” and she looked at me over her glasses, “n’est-ce pas?” (Isn’t that so.)

Tamara walked up the gangway on my arm, and Charlotte and Duncan immediately rushed to her and took charge. They walked into the living and commandeered the best chair for Tamara. It seemed that most of the people in the room knew her, and they took turns greeting her. This most proper elderly lady, that seemed not so proper underneath it all, never failed to amaze me.

The men for whom the reception was being held, were standing in a group on the back deck. Duncan introduced me to Ian and Charles, then asked Ian to introduce me to the others.

I stepped from the rear deck into the living area for a drink. Charles was beside me. I was still standing by the drinks table when the port side door opened and Gail stepped inside. I would have sworn there was thunder and lightening, had it not been for the silence. Gail looked absolutely radiant. Every man, and woman that saw her enter, stared. The dress I had bought her was a sheer soft blue and flowery print material. It was three layers of the same material one atop the other. The sheerness of the layers suggested it was see-through, though it was not. Gail had pulled her hair on the top of her head and her bare neck looked long and elegant. The dress length was perfect for me, maybe a bit shorter then what Gail usually wore. It showed her flawless legs to perfection.

She walked straight toward me, looking at me as she moved through the guests. When she was directly in front of me she whispered, “You like it, Ri?” 

I took her hand, and leaned a fraction forward. “You look enchanting, my love.” 

“Thank you,” she replied, “You sure it’s not too showy?” 

“I’m sure,” I said, then I turned to my left and said, “Charles, let me introduce my wife, Gail.” She offered her hand and a smile, and I know it melted his heart.

I placed my hand on Gail’s waist and nudged her to turn, “There’s Tamara,” I said. Tamara was looking our way. Gail turned and spoke so quietly that I’m sure only I heard, “Oh, how beautiful she looks,” and she almost lunged toward Tamara’s chair.

I had noticed Gail’s makeup was different. There was white color above her eyes and her lips were a very cheery bright red. Her toes were showing through the front of her shoes and her toes nails were the same color as her lips. Gail, Charlotte, and another woman were the only ones with short dresses. The others, including Tamara, wore long dresses, gowns. Later Gail informed me that she and Charlotte had agreed to wear short dresses.

Twenty people sat at a table that had been extended into the living area. There were seven ladies. Gail and a lovely French lady were probably the youngest. Waiters from the caterers were formally attired, and they served course after course of wonderful food. They served a Romanian dish in honor of a guest which relaxed him enough to alter what had been a rather dour look. The dinner was a treat, wine flowed freely, and two hours later a small band came on board and set up instruments.

Most rose from the table and started moving about. Tamara sat between Gail and myself, and Charlotte was to my left. We stayed at the table with Charles, who had been sitting beside Gail, and we chatted. At about eleven, more couples started to come on board and for the rest of the night they poured on and off the boat.

Some twenty minutes after dinner Tamara told Gail she would like to leave. Gail informed me, and I found Charles, the Captain, and asked if he could call a taxi. Some ten minutes later Tamara said goodnight to a few people and the three of us made our way down the gangway to the taxi.

We rode up with Tamara to her apartment and I sat in the living, looking toward the sea, while Gail and Tamara disappeared into the back room. A few minutes later Gail reappeared with a small box in hand, and we said goodnight and taxi’d back to the boat. “What’s in the box,” I asked. “She wanted me to wear this jewelry tomorrow night, Gail said. It’s a bracelet.” 

When we arrived at the boat there was a taxi in front of us dislodging quests. We started toward the gangway and two men walking from our left, slowed down, allowing us to go first. “Bon nuit, Miss Gail,” one of them said. 

Gail turned to look behind her and stared for a moment then smiled in recognition, “Good evening Maurice.” The other gentleman raised his right hand in recognition, and Gail said, “Good evening Neal.” 

We proceeded up the gangway onto the back deck teeming with people. We laced our way through the crowd and went directly to our cabin, to drop off the jewelry. I opened the box, and was shocked. This was no ordinary piece of jewelry, it was full of diamonds and sapphires. “Gail,” I said. This is a valuable piece. “I know,” she said, “Tamara told me. She insisted I wear it tomorrow.” I wondered out loud, “I hope it’s insured.” “Oh yes, Gail said, “It’s insured, Tamara told me it’s insured.”

We were freshening up in the bathroom at the same time. “Who is Maurice,” I asked. Gail didn’t look up, “He lives on the next boat,” she nonchalantly responded. I paused to digest, “How do you know him,?” Gail turned to look at me, “Charlotte introduced him.” Then she smiled, “You jealous?” “Yes I answered. Of him and anyone else…” She was beside me now. “I love the dress Ri, it’s lovely, it makes me feel like doing mischief.” 

I persisted, “Where did she introduce you… when?” She realized I wouldn’t let her change the conversation so she answered, “When we returned from the Spa, we stopped in and had a drink. They live on the next boat” Interesting I thought, then queried, “Why didn’t you mention it?” She responded immediately, and convincingly, “Oh, we were just there briefly, I didn’t think about it again.” I broke of what probably seemed like an inquisition to her, and I believed her last comment.

I sat on the edge of the bathtub watching Gail in front of the mirror . She was almost finished now, and looked even more exciting then when she had walked into the living area earlier this evening. Her makeup was more pronounced, a bit more color around her eyes and lines around her lips. She sensed my studying her, and said, “I love the dress Ri… though I’d probably never have bought it.” 

I smiled, “It looks perfect on you, I think it’s sexy. Why wouldn’t you have bought it?”

“Isn’t it too sexy? She responded, “I know you can’t see through it, but it looks like you can.”

“That’s why I bought it,” I commented, and I started toward the cabin and brushed my hand across her behind as I passed.

When we reached the deck I led Gail around to the rear of the boat and we entered the living area from the rear deck. The bar was in the corner near the doors and we took drinks and stood at the end of the bar talking. The lighting on the dance floor was very subdued, we watched the dancers near us, in the light of the bar.

As a popular romantic Italian song began, I placed our drinks on the end of the bar and danced with Gail. She molded herself to me, her cheek resting on my shoulder, and we moved to the romantic sounds of Italian words we barely understood. I loved the smell of her hair, and I pressured the top of her behind with my right hand, urging her closer. As the song ended Charlotte came to us and whispered in Gail’s ear. They both turned and looked across the darkened room, and Gail said, “Yes, I’d be glad to.” With that Gail started across the room and Charlotte offered me her outstretched arms, inviting me to dance.

“I’ve asked your wife to ask one of Duncan’s friends to dance,” Charlotte informed, as we started to dance. As she spoke her upper body leant away, but her groin was glued to me. “Do you mind?” I didn’t answer, too concentrated on pushing myself against her soft body. “I think he is tired of dancing with me. We don’t have enough ladies here tonight.”

During the next while I danced with other guests, as well as with Gail. A very striking lady from Denmark danced with me a few times. She was taller then me, easily over six feet in her high heel shoes, and I had to look up to her when we spoke. Her husband stood at the bar watching her each time we danced. When I danced with Gail she chided me on my interest in the “tall girl.”

Charlotte stood with me at the bar for a moment. I asked her to dance again. As we started to move to the floor we passed a guest Tamara had invited. Charlotte stopped and exchanged some words in French. She was insisting that he dance with us, and we wound up moving across the floor with his arms on her hips, dancing to her back. Then Charlotte spun around and I was now pressing against her behind, my hand resting well around her waist. The French gentleman and I even exchanged a smile or two during the dance. I was so close to his face that I thought…don’t mistakenly kiss him, and I laughed to myself. This went on for some minutes, and I noticed that others were doing the same thing.

At one point I had not seen Gail for a while and I craned to look around the living area and then the deck. I found Gail in a dark corner dancing between the two men we had seen on the dock when we returned. They were barley moving and Gail was pressed between them, her face turned away from my direction.

I lost interest in dancing and situated myself where I could watch Gail. I didn’t understand her sudden interest in these men but, I assured myself, it’s a party, relax. 

A man with a goatee stood beside me for a few minutes. I recalled his tall wife had pointed him out earlier and I introduced myself. Hs wife waked up to us with two drinks in hand, and passed one to him. We spoke for a few minutes and he left and I continued the conversation with his wife. We danced again while waiting for his return, and I learned they were from Iceland, and their friend, one of Duncan’s guests, had invited them. I lost sight of Gail while we were dancing.

When the dance was over we walked the few feet to where we had been standing and Gail was waiting. Without allowing an introduction she opened her arms and swept me back to dancing. I was happy to be holding her and we swayed through the song without speaking. Finally I said, “Enjoying?” I felt her nodding her head.

Partly into the second song Gail stretched her head toward my ear, “Ri, I want to try something,” she said, She sounded tentative, hesitated, then continued, “Maurice and Neal have invited me over to their boat, for a drink.” At first I was slow to understand, “Why…” I asked, then, because of her having said “…try something” it began to sink in. “To be with them?” I whispered, actually unbelieving. 

She waited a long time before she nodded and said, “Yes.”

Again a long pause while my mind tried to absorb the implications, “Both together?” I asked. Gail nodded again. It must have been thirty seconds before I continued. “How can you think of doing that,” I whispered in a quick annoyed tone. She was standing still now, close beside me, holding my arm, watching my face. I spoke quietly rambling in rapid succession, “How can you even consider that? Is going there safe, are they safe?” 

Gail regarded me patiently, then said, “Ri, haven’t I often told you that you have a singular gift for spoiling all my joy, with your common sense?” I was relieved thinking she had relented, and started to respond with, “You know…,” but she smiled and hushed me with a finger to her lips sounding, “Shhh.” 

Was she was teasing me? I also thought her speech was slightly slurred. She continued, “You’re right to worry, but I know they are safe.” 

I immediately leaned in and hissed in her ear, “How can you know?” I could tell Gail was weighing her answer. 

Finally, she responded while looking straight into my chest, “Because Charlotte told me,” she answered, then she looked up into my eyes. Again it took me a while to respond. All the while Gail was searching my face for signs, still smiling, but it was not a happy smile.

“Are you saying that Charlotte … knows them?” I questioned in a throaty whisper. Gail nodded. “You mean she actually is fucking them?” I crudely asked. 

Again she nodded, “I think so,” she said, so softly that I strained to hear. Then, for whatever reason I foolishly asked. “Does Duncan know?” Gail looked at me wondering why the question, then she shrugged her shoulders in a gesture of, who knows. 

She leaned closer and turned sideways to speak to my ear. “Ri, it’s something you first brought up,” she emphasized the word you. “We’ve talked about it, haven’t we? You said you’d love to try. I think I’d like to try now.” She paused to let it all sink in. “If it happens I’ll tell you all about it,” Gail leaned into me when she said, “all about it.” Now she was enticing me as well.

My thoughts were a whirlwind. She was right, we had spoken about it. I responded to her barrage of words, “We spoke about you and I, and someone else. Not about you, without me.” 

Gail placed her hand on my elbow, “Come on Ri, I told you I couldn’t… not with you there.” She looked in my eyes, “Once I try it… if it’s… well, we can talk about it first, then I promise I’ll try with you.” I looked at her as calmly as possible under the circumstance. The thought of her going over there was causing my stomach to churn, and simultaneously, the idea was exciting. 




Gail Surprises Rian



“Tell me,” I asked. “Did this start when you stopped by yesterday.” 

Gail looked directly at me. “No, it’s something I just decided this evening.” 

“Tell me the truth, did anything… anything at all happen yesterday? My gaze was fixed on Gail and I think she somehow felt compelled to answer honestly. 

“Nothing…really.” Then she added, “He kissed me, that’s all.” 

There flipped my stomach again. “Was there touching,” I asked. 

“A little, very little,” she said. Then Gail insisted, “Ri, it has nothing to do with now.” 


“Oh Gail,” I almost moaned, “Now I wish you hadn’t told me.” My mind was in turmoil, not to mention my conflicting feelings. “You’ve made up your mind,” I said, unfairly placing the responsibility on her. My throat was dry as I whispered toward her ear, “Fine. But you have to agree to be back within an hour.” 

Gail looked at me, her eyes took on a haze but her face brightened. “I’ll be back before an hour… I love you Ri,” and she wrapped her arms around me and pressed her cheek affectionately against my arm.

I pondered over her words. I was bothered about their earlier meeting, and anguishing over her going again. I wished she had just gone without asking. I guess that sometimes a lie can be sweeter then the truth. And her promise gave me no pleasure, rather I was filled with melancholy as we stood side by side near the crowded dance area, waiting for the moment she would leave.


Then she abruptly walked away, heading toward the food and drink table. She took an already poured glass of champagne, and walked to the front of the living. Maurice and his boat mate Neal were standing close to the door that lead to the starboard deck. I moved toward the rear deck and stepped outside of the living, keeping Gail in sight through the window. I could see them and the gangway near where they stood

They continued to speak, laughing at one point, with Neal joining in. Then Maurice walked to the door, and opened it. Gail waited a moment or two then she walked to the door, and in the darkness of the doorway he laid his hand on her thigh and they exchanged some words. He left and I watched him descend the gangway. 

Gail was just a minute or two behind. She moved with the constant entrance and exit of guests. A second before she stepped on the gangway she looked back toward the living area, to where I had been previously standing, then she disappeared. Neal walked to the rear deck and was speaking with another lady. For a moment I thought she was leaving with him, but he left alone. 

When she left I was frozen in place for five minutes, maybe longer. I had looked at my watch, it was ten minutes before midnight. Though I tried to recall what she had said when she asked to go, I couldn’t remember. My thoughts were reeling from jealousy, to anger, to excitement. 

I walked into the living and Charlotte stopped me. “Duncan gave up, retired,” she said, “Where is Gail?” 

“She just went down,” I answered, “She’ll be back.” 

Charlotte asked, “Care to dance,” her arms extended. I simply took her arms and danced her the few steps to the area where people were crowded around the small group that was entertaining. At the moment they were on break and we were dancing to recorded music. Charlotte snuggled up to me, pressing her breast firmly against me. It felt good holding her. 

After the dance she took me by the hand and led me out of the living to the bulkhead passage where we had stood watching Gail and Duncan. When we were in the center of the boat, looking forward from the bulkhead, she stopped. The sundeck was full of couples in the semi darkness. Charlotte turned to face me. “Are you enjoying the party.” “Very much,” I answered. 

Charlotte reached her arms around my neck and stretched to kiss me. Our lips met, I was surprised at how soft her lips felt. Her mouth opened and closed, sought then withdrew, 

while her tongue searched. She softly sucked my tongue first in my mouth then drawn into hers. I was overcome, I had never been kissed like this before. She spoke into my mouth, “Touch me,” she mumbled. For me, a kiss usually felt earth shattering when it was someone I loved, or in great passion. Neither was the case at the moment but the kiss was so sensual as to cause me to reel. I touched her breasts momentarily then moved my hand between her legs. I rubbed her mound and pushed my hardness against her. She reached down and lifted her dress, and I ran my fingers beneath her panties. I played with her wetness, flicked across her clit and humped her leg. 

We must have been petting for five or ten minutes when Charlotte moved her mouth away. “Rian dear, you are a delight, but we had better stop. Now is not the time, and Gail will be looking for you. She was right. Now was not the time. We separated, Charlotte righted her dress and we made our way back into the living. 

I walked to the side door that led to the starboard deck where Gail had passed some while ago. I leaned over the edge and looked down. People were still coming and going, some standing on the dock chatting. There were two taxi’s waiting. I looked over toward the next boat which was mostly in darkness. I looked out at the city lights and thought, how easy it is to be smitten with Cannes at night. You begin to love the parties, the beautifully dressed people, the whispering women. You slide into using the day to prepare for the night and begin caring more for the darkness. We did that today.

My gnashing of teeth was soon over. I was leaning on the railing as Gail stepped from the rear gangway of the other boat, and started walking in our direction. Just before the gangway she looked down at her dress, touched her hair, and started up toward the deck. I looked at my watch, she’d been gone forty five minutes. I moved down the small starboard corridor and was just a few feet away when she stepped on board. A few people noticed her but with no more interest than they noticed everyone else. What I noticed was that she was still the most attractive woman on board.

I reached for her hand and she grasped it, all the while staring at my face. I was working hard at trying to look expressionless. She looked fatigued but in a strangely nice way. Her cheeks still looked flush and I noticed that she was a little red around the mouth and chin. As we walked into the living I moved toward the darkened rear dance area. We wove between a few dancing couples then I turned to dance with her. As much as I wished that I didn’t care, I did, I was thrilled to be holding her. She lay her face on my shoulder and pressed into me as we danced but hardly moved. 

Who knows how long we danced before I spoke first. “Was it what you expected?” After a long silence, “No,” she barely whispered. I pulled my head back to look at her, afraid she had been hurt. She looked up though she couldn’t see me clearly in the darkness, “It was unbelievable, Ri,” she barely whispered. I could feel the tension in her arms. Her voice had sounded guarded, a little afraid I thought. 

We had danced to the edge of the bar where there was some light. “You came back quickly,” I said. 

“Yes, I told them that you would miss me,” again raising her head to look at me. 

I asked, “Do you want to talk about it?” 

She looked me in the eyes, a slight smile this time, “Do you want to hear about it?” 

I thought for a moment, “Yes and no,” I replied, trying to hide my interest, “Maybe later.” Her smile vanished in disappointment, but she didn’t press me. 

After a few minutes of half hearted dancing Gail asked, “Are you playing tomorrow?” 


I nodded yes without thinking, afterwards remembering I was not booked. But I didn’t correct myself, my mind was racing 

“Maybe we should call it a night,” she asked rather then stated. She twisted sideways to start to leave. I held on until she said, “You’re hurting me,” and looked at me quizzically. 

Without realizing it, I was squeezing her so hard that I had hurt her. “I’m so sorry,” I said, feeling ashamed. She looked at me questioningly, then relaxed and smiled. 

“Should we go now,” she repeated. 

“Lets dance a bit more, I answered. 

She responded with an urgency, “Ri…,” and after a long pause, “I had to put paper between my legs. I’m dripping from… from everywhere.” I felt my cock twitch and harden just from her words. I placed my hand in the bend of her back and guided her from the dance area.

Once in the cabin Gail went straight to the toilet. I gave her a few minutes and when I heard the shower, I went in to brush my teeth, and then climbed into bed. When Gail slide into bed she came to rest on her back, her arm stretched out to me, her hand resting on my upper thigh. After minutes Gail whispered, “You want me to tell you about it, Ri?” I placed my hand over hers, just holding it. “Do you want to hear what happened,” she again whispered. 

I paused a long moment, “Yes, but not now,” I lied, “I’m exhausted.” I turned to lie on my stomach, dislodging her hand, and before I settled, I slipped my ready to burst cock in a position that allowed me to lay comfortably. Then, to give her a guilt trip I added, “I’m emotionally drained.”

As had become usual, the next morning I rose early and went to the bakery and fromagerie for fresh bread and cheese. As I was stepping on the gangway to leave, the Captain said, “bon jour.” He had slept on board and was leaving at the same time. We spoke and he commented that he would return in the early evening and ready for tonight’s party and, the planned trip. “Mr. Duncan hasn’t been this busy since I have been Captain,” he said. 

“I hope it’s not an annoyance, I said. 

“Oh no sir, the opposite. It is my pleasure to see the activity.” Where are we sailing tonight,” I asked. “I understand Sardinia,” he said, then he questioned of me, “No?” I didn’t know what Duncan’s final plans were, so I didn’t answer. 

I returned to the boat with my treasure of fresh cheese and bread and went straight to our cabin. Gail was moving about the room, still in her night shirt, and the Krupp coffee maker had filled the room with the smell of freshly brewing coffee. We sat at the small round table in the corner and had breakfast. She looked beautiful this morning, no makeup, her hair just brushed back. I told her so and she responded with a weak smile. “You’re upset about last night, aren’t you,” she asked. I smiled, gesturing with my head from side to side as if to say. A little yes, a little no. “I’ll get over it,” I said. She nodded, understanding, then added, “I’d like to tell you about it when you’ll listen.”

I had no time today. My plans were to call Francoise this morning. Gail thought I had tennis planned so when I left I took my gear, wearing my tennis shoes, planning to say they had not booked me. Again, just before the gangway I heard, “Bon jour, Rian,” and I turned to see Charlotte heading my way. “I saw you returning with the bread under your arm,” she said, “You look so French,” she laughed. We walked down the gangway and toward the port parking. “Did you enjoy last night,” she asked. 

“Yes, thank you ,” I said, then continued playfully, “Want to know what made the most lasting impression?” Charlotte smiled, with an impishness that made her seem more modest then she was. 

“Yes,” she said, “Since I enjoyed that the most as well.” Charlotte added, “Did Gail enjoy?”

I wondered if she knew that Gail left last night. “Yes, I think she did. I know she did.” Charlotte was wearing flowery pants that were tapered at the bottom and reached halfway between her knee and ankle. The pants were just loose enough to allow her behind to move sensuously. As we passed boats and people, most men turned to look at her. She continued, “Tonight will be less people, more fun. Last night was for Duncan’s visitors. Tonight is for us.” 

“Did Duncan’s guests enjoy… I didn’t see them leave,” I commented. 

Charlotte responded flippantly,” Oh, I bet they enjoyed. They all discovered their virility.” I didn’t understand the comment or the tone, and I looked at her questioningly. Charlotte added, “Duncan doesn’t approve of blatantly organizing sex for his guests, so he arranges meetings,” she, emphasized the word meetings, and she raised her eyebrow as if questioning whether I understood. 

It took me some moments to digest the meaning then I exclaimed, “You mean some guests were…,” Charlotte didn’t let me finish. “Yes,” she nodded, “Remember our friend from Romania, and the young couple he was with toward the end of the evening.” I nodded in recollection, Charlotte continued, “Well, he thinks that her husband left in anger, because she couldn’t resist flirting with him when they danced.” 

I gasped, asking, “Really?” She nodded, “Duncan won’t arrange a prostitute. He prefers a mind shattering encounter they will remember forever.” Charlotte was looking over her sunglasses at me, acknowledging that she had just shared a secret. I smiled, we were at the taxi stand, she waved, “Ciao Rian,” and she walked toward her taxi. I turned and continued toward the parking area.

I called Francoise from the call-cabin in the Carlton Hotel, and informed her that I could not fix a day until we returned from the trip. We made tentative plans to meet in a week. After coffee at a standup café, I felt silly walking around the city with my tennis gear just to waste time. First I thought I would head to the tennis courts, but I returned to the boat. Music was softly playing through the sound system as I headed to our cabin. Gail was not there, and I assumed she was on the sun deck. I put on my swim suite and started toward the upper deck. 

I walked up the stairs of the bulkhead passage and I was on the next to last step when I was able to see over the bulkhead. Gail was there all right. About mid way on the sun deck Gail was sitting on a sun chair between Duncan’s legs. He was reclined with his feet on the deck on either side of the recliner. Gail was facing him, sitting on her bent legs, her knees wide apart and close to his thighs. She was wearing her swim suit top, but no bottom, and Duncan was staring between her legs as she stroked his cock. They were calmly talking, though I couldn’t hear, the music just loud enough to overpower their voice.

The high canvas fencing around the sundeck protected them from view, but not if someone came on board and walked to the bulkhead. I stopped and watched. He was facing the sea, and Gail the starboard side. If she looked up slightly to her right she would see me. I stared for a few moments shocked more by the nonchalance then the deed. Strangely enough I also noted that I felt no jealously. Maybe the fact that I lusted after his wife made this encounter a none-issue in my mind. Gail rose and placed her feet on the deck, on both sides of the recliner. She said something, and Duncan placed his legs on the recliner. Gail unceremoniously moved forward, still holding his long curved cock. Duncan stretched his arm and spent a moment touching Gail’s pussy with the back of his fingers.

Gail’s torso was above his cock now, her head bent, looking between her legs as she started rubbing his cock against herself. When he was centered she started pressing down, watching him disappear into her. I couldn’t see him sliding into her, but I watched her legs sink lower and I knew how deep she was taking him. Her head went back, her eyes closed and she started riding him slowly. Her strong legs would tense as she rose, lingering a few seconds before her body weight carried her down, his cock disappearing deep in her belly. At first she would lower herself part way and stop, maybe adjusting to his length, then take the rest of his cock. After a few thrusts she would rise, then lower herself in one slow smooth motion. 

I observed them for a good few minutes. It was as if I were watching another person, I didn’t feel betrayed, or even jealous. Gail finally started to quicken her movement, her hands clutching her breasts. Her swimsuit top was askew, one breast still partially covered. Duncan would alternate between lifting his head to look at his cock enter her, then he would lay his head back, eyes closed, his only effort that of pressing his groin upward to present his curved hardness.

I watched Gail have her orgasm, heard her long throaty groan, as she rested her hands on his chest, allowing the last few jolts of pleasure to course through her body. He was completely embedded in her now. Gail lowered herself to his chest and rested her face on his shoulder. He stayed inside her, and it looked like they were speaking, though I could not hear. I turned and walked back to our cabin.

Gail walked through the cabin door five or ten minutes later. “Ri,” she exclaimed, surprised to see me. “Didn’t you get a game?” she called. I was in the attached room at my computer. I rose and walked into the bedroom. “No game,” I said, “I guess there was a misunderstanding.” Looking at Gail I asked, “You okay?” She didn’t answer, but I’m sure she wondered if there was something in her presence that hinted of ‘I’ve been fucking.’ “Moment,” she said, and she walked into the bathroom. She came out after using the WC and primping. “How long have you been back?” She asked. 

“Just arrived,” I answered, “I’m picking up my emails. Then I thought I would sun.” Then I asked, “Have you been on the sun deck with Charlotte?” 

Her simple reply was, “Thought I’d get some sun for a while.” 

Gail continued, “We’re sailing tonight. I thought it would be nice if we took Tamara to lunch. What do you think?” 

I answered, “Fine… that sounds fine,” and added, “She’s like a walking history lesson,” 


Gail humphed a laugh. “More like an historic expose.” 

She walked up to me, squeezing herself between my arms and pressing her face against my shoulder asked, “Can we talk about last night.” I responded, “If you’d like,” trying to sound as uninterested as possible. “I’d like… but I’d like you to want me to tell you, to ask questions.” I stepped back from her and walked to the bed. I took the two pillows from beneath the bedspread and piled one atop the other, and lay on the bed. I patted the bed beside me and Gail happily climbed on the bed and crawled beside me, nestling her head on my chest.

“So tell me now…” I said. Gail looked up, sternly, I knew she preferred I ask questions. I smiled. “Okay, okay,” I said, “I’ll ask questions, Were you nervous when you left me?” 

She responded directly, “No, I was so excited… I didn’t have room for anything else.”

I continued, questioning, “What made them imagine that they could suggest something like that.” 

Now Gail pondered her response and began relaying the events. “When we were returning from the spa Charlotte suggested that we stop there. In retrospect I think that she had planned it with them. They greeted us, had fresh orange juice squeezed, she flirted a lot with both of them. About ten minutes into the visit she left the living area with Neal. Maurice walked from the bar and sat beside me on the couch. “Do you know what they are doing?” he inquired. “No,” I replied, expecting the worst. He continued, “May I tell you something personal,” he asked. I didn’t answer, and he sensed I was uncomfortable. He moved away, more like leaned away, but he continued. “We saw you once or twice around the dock getting on and off the boat. We both find you enchanting.” Gail expressed how she felt when he said that, “I know I blushed,” she said, “And he laughed.” 

Gail continued explaining the scenario, “He retreated from pursuing me, and became more charming. At one point he touched my lips, and I didn’t move away. He said that he and Neal jokingly argued over and over about who wanted me more. He said that in order to remain friends, they would share me. I just laughed. When Charlotte returned she stood behind the bar with Neal while we all spoke for a few minutes. When we were ready to leave I rose and walked to the sliding door. Charlotte was still behind the bar and she leaned in to kiss Neal. Maurice was beside me and did the same. I didn’t stop him. While he kissed me he placed his hand on my behind and squeezed me softly. I allowed that too.”