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Gail Uses Sandor

By: HADRIAN M



For continuity you may read the Gail stories by date in the Loving Wives section. If you have not read a previous posting I’ll tell you what we look like. Firstly, this is all real. I’m 5’10, just turned 32, brown hair and eyes and in reasonably trim shape. I met my wife while in university and we are married eight years now. Gail is exceptionally beautiful and very shy, which belies her intelligence and soft spoken manner. She is 5’7” with a young girls figure at 30, small hips, long very shapely legs, small breasted, a picture perfect behind, light brown hair that blondes in the sun and just the loveliest large green eyes.

This story is a continuation of our holiday and last posting, Gail Dives with Richard.

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 We arrived in Athens at 10.20, actually some minutes ahead of schedule, and we headed directly for our Rhodes flight. During the flight we were offered newspapers, and I choose the Nice Matin, the main Nice newspaper. In spite of my poor French I understood the many reports of crime on the Cote d Azur. I was surprised because in the years we had been going there, we never saw any indication of crime. I mentioned it to Gail, and she looked up from her magazine. “It won’t matter. France is still the only catwalk for the celebrities to prance on. It will always be popular.” In some matters, I thought, Gail was so gifted at bringing things into perspective. 

Gail had worn dark blue shorts and a white Fila polo shirt. Her hair had colored clips and her makeup was light. Her heel strap flat shoes highlighted her long legs, and wherever we walked in the airport she attracted attention.

We cleared Greece immigration and customs, and, with some time to kill, meandered toward our Rhodes flight departure gate. When we boarded we were both excited that we would be meeting our Italian friends, Gabriella and Giancomo as soon as we landed.

The Rhodes was typical of old airports , appealing in that it seemed to offer more personalized service and operated at a relaxed pace. As we walked into the main hall Gabriella and Giancomo were there, waving the minute they saw us, Gabriella calling, “Gail, Gail”. Giancomo and I hugged, patted each others back and ranted on about how pleased we were to see each other. Gabriella and Gail were hugging, laughing, and chatting incessantly for five minutes, the two girls standing in the way of passengers trying to pass us, attracting onlookers, most of which were tourists.

Standing a few feet away, I couldn’t resist turning to look at the girls and to take in Gabriela’s beauty. How attractive they looked, standing there talking, oblivious to everyone’s gaze. Gabriela was dressed in her usual khaki shorts, with a pale green pocket front shirt that buttoned down the front. I noticed a hint of dark shading showing through her shirt on the side opposite her pocket. She looked so poised and elegant, her long legs tapered to simple brown leather sandals, her toenails painted red. I noted that Gail painted her nails the same bright color, and wondered which of the two started it first.

We had our luggage in fifteen minutes and we followed Giancomo outside the terminal where a taxi was waiting to take us to Mandraki Harbour, and the hydrofoil to Symi. The girls were standing good twenty or so feet away, as Giancomo and I struggled with the luggage with little help from the porter. We boarded the hydrofoil and began our forty some odd kilometer journey to this enchanting island, for what was to be one of the nicest, and most relaxing holiday we have had.

On the approach to the island we had a feeling that here, time stood still. An island with few cars, elegant harbours, beautiful beaches, and a mountainside full of attractive houses and small winding roads that, for some reason, made me think of the travels of Paul the disciple. 
De-boarding the ferry was an item in itself. Everyone jostling, weaving between the crowd to greet friends. We finally identified our greeter, there were two, an older man, and a teenager who took charge of the entire luggage, and refused to allow me to carry my own computer bag. They had arranged two of the few taxis on the island, we piled into one, and they loaded our luggage and followed in the other.

When wound our way up the hill, past ancient and colorful houses, until we were at the crest of this small mountain. The house was actually a catacomb of tunnels, gardens, and two houses, with the main house covering three levels. The old man led us in and through the main house starting on the entrance floor where there was a kitchen, dining room and huge porch. 

We went a level below which had an attractive apartment with full bath, a terrace with a table where one could eat, and it opened on the garden. We went up to the top floor and the master bedroom, which ran the full length of the house. Here you could look out at the sea, and even see Turkey in the distance. Giancomo suggested, “You take this room.”

Gail immediately exclaimed, “No, I prefer…we prefer the room downstairs.”

“Let’s throw a coin,” Giancomo said.

“No,” Gail insisted, “we are taking the apartment downstairs.”

We all gave in. Gabriela looked at me and smiled, flirting playfully she said for all to hear, “You can come up to look at the sea any time you want to.” 

Before the old man left he introduced us to the lady who would prepare our meals while we were here, and then he said, “Another people stay in the front house…from America.”

We settled in with our luggage and were unpacked in minutes, then we wandered the garden, and looked out the windows at the sea on one side and a steep valley on the other side.

A half hour later we all met on the entrance level where the cook showed us where the drinks were kept. Giancomo opened the chest and found a few local brands. We chose Ouzo mixed with warm bottled water and the cook made it drinkable when she brought us a bowl of miniature ice cubes. We had been advised earlier that there was no water on Symi, everything was shipped in, and only bottled water was for drinking.

We were thrilled with the accommodations but Giancomo commented, “It takes me back in time, reminds me of my first holiday.”

Gabriella was less critical, “We’ll find places to have fun, and I’ve got a few names my friends suggested. But I am still amazed that he is here,” and she looked at Gaincomo, rather affectionately, I thought. 

Giancomo looked at me, nodding his head, “Yes, it’s really the first no work holiday that I have ever taken,” he paused, then added, “I think.”

We didn’t waste time, agreeing that we would see some of the island before it got dark, then find a restaurant for dinner, and call it a night. How Gabriela informed the cook that we were going out, I don’t know, but she managed between languages. We called for a taxi which arrived half hour later. He drove us around the town, and we asked for suggestions on where to eat dinner. He spoke some English, and fluent Italian as well, so Giancomo made arrangements and Cornelious became our regular driver while we were in Symi. 

We wound up in a restaurant called ‘To Klima’, located in a section above the harbour called Chorio. We chose a ‘lets all share fare’ and we wound up eating a variety of Mediterranean food as well as several vegetarian dishes which were simply out of this world. The first two bottles of wine were the typical retsina, but I really didn’t care for the flavor. Gaincomo agreed, so we ordered some German white wine. When we received the check, the wine was so expensive that we decided to go Greek from that night onward. The owner came out and spent more time then necessary thanking the girls for coming. The food was great, the view was spectacular, and we laughed, told jokes…some risqué, and simply relaxed throughout the dinner.

Afterwards we walked down the Kalistrata street with no real plans. A locale named Harani seemed to be getting the majority of the crowd, so we went inside to investigate. It was busy inside, people coming and going, dancing, European music blaring. Gabriela asked me to dance and whisked me away from the bar. We were dancing very few minutes when the song ended and a ‘too fast for us beat’ drove us back to the bar. Gail was gone. Giancomo pointed to the dance floor and I saw Gail dancing, the tall lanky man she was with looked like he might be a local. They were talking, or shouting, as much as dancing.

I bumped elbows with a young heavy set man on my right and, when I turned to apologize; before I could speak he smiled and said, “No problem.”

Gail returned a few minutes later, and Giancomo used the bar phone to call for Cornelious to pick us up. We finished our drinks and started to leave, to wait outside for Cornelious. Just as I started to follow Gail, the young man beside me tapped my arm. When I turned he asked, “Is that your girlfriend?” and he pointed to Gail. 

I smiled, “My wife,” I stated. 

He nodded and smiled, “That man she was dancing with,” he said, “when he asked her to dance he said really bad things to her in Greek. He’s bad.” 

I nodded, not smiling any longer. The man nodded his head a few times and pursed his mouth confirming his statement. “Thanks… appreciate it,” I said, and I offered my hand in a handshake.

Just as we arrived back at the house a young couple was walking out the entry gate. Gabriela approached them, “You must be the guests in the other house,” she said. The man walked to the taxi door and said something to Cornelious, then came back and stood beside his wife. 

In the semi darkness, we made introductions all around. We learned that Vivian and Gregory were Americans, on their honeymoon, “But we’ve been married ten months,” Vivian was quick to inform. Gregory was an American of Greek origin, his parents having been born in Greece. He was about my height, dark haired, with a charming smile from an advertisement worthy set of teeth, and though his manner was courteous, he seemed reserved. Vivian on the other hand seemed so very American, vivacious, spoke a little too loudly, and straight away made you seem like a friend. She was a head smaller then Gail, and a bit on the weighty side, but her short blond hair and charming manner made her very appealing. We all agreed we would meet again tomorrow, and they ran off for their evening of fun. 

We walked through the entry and ended up sitting in the upstairs apartment, in the dark, looking out at the sea. We talked quietly, commenting on the different lights, trying to pinpoint where it was in relation to the port, our only knowledge of the island. 

When Giancomo left the room we rose to leave. Gabriela stood up and offered me her cheek to kiss goodnight. In mid kiss she answered a question Gail had earlier asked about our going to the beach, “Yes, I think we should,” Gabriela said. “They have beach taxis near the harbour that will take us to any beach we choose.” 

Giancomo returned to the sitting room and said, “I’ve organized some good wine for tomorrow. I called Italy, they’ll send some.” 

I laughed, commenting, “You’ve got your priorities right,” and we said goodnight.

I opened our two bedroom windows. The night air was refreshing, and the darkness of the valley below mysterious. Our bed was the billowy kind you sink into, and when Gail climbed in beside me she was naked. I raised my legs under the blankets to pull off my shorts, not prepared to miss out on getting as cuddly as possible.

“It’s beautiful here, isn’t it?” Gail said.

“Yes,” I answered. “It’s hard to believe that they can ship in enough water every day, for all this…”

“Oh,” I exclaimed, “I forgot to ask. What did the man you were dancing with say to you?”

“Just the usual. Where are you from, my name, when did we get here. Why?”

“When he asked you to dance, what did he say?”

“Do you want to dance,” Gail smiled looking at me as if it were a strange question. “And he offered his hands,” she continued.

“Did he say anything else, in Greek?

“Oh, yes. When he walked over he was rattling off in Greek. I smiled and shook my head, and then he switched to English.”

I told Gail what the heavy set man had said, and she sounded an “Uhmm,” not reacting critically or bothered.

Gail moved to her right side and spread her legs around my left leg, her groin pushed against my side. That was a signal I was used to, and loved. My left arm was under her neck and I extended my hand down her back and started touching the top of her behind. We touched and talked, mostly about the island, and seeing our friends again. Some twenty minutes later Gail rolled over and lay fully stretched on top of me. We both loved the closeness this created, and often she would fall asleep that way, and I would stay in that position for as long as I could take the weight. Tonight, my cock was hard and soon Gail slid down so that my cock was captured between her thighs. With my cock captured, she lifted her upper body so that her breasts were just off my chest, and slowly started to move from side to side, brushing her nipples ever so lightly across my chest.

My hands were exploring her back, her behind, and I placed two fingers on the underside of my cock pressing it against the lips of her pussy. When Gail finally moved from on top of me, she squatted, placing her legs on both side of me and arched her back to take me into her. With one or two rubs over her wetness she centered my cock and pressed downwards driving me full into her. Her only sound was a lengthy exhale of her breath in an “Oohhh.” There was enough outside light reflected in the room for me to see that her head was thrown back, one hand on my chest, with the other touching her left breast.

Gail kept her full weight on me, keeping me deep inside, making occasional movements forward. After five minutes or so she bent forward and with her mouth fully opened she kissed me. When Gail kissed me like this she wanted to feel close. I reciprocated, my tongue searching, her tongue flat against my mouth licking. For me kissing Gail like this was heavenly but, I often hesitated to do it because my beard would always leave her chin and cheeks red and scratched. I spoke into her mouth, “I love you baby.”

Gail didn’t respond, just kept kissing. She lifted her face and from an inch away, speaking softly her voice deep and lust filled, “Baby, tell me about Mrs. H.”

“Now?” I questioned. 

“Please,” she said, the lust in her voice evident, as she lifted slightly so that my cock felt the suction of her pussy as inducement.

When Gail and I had just been married a short while we often spent Sundays in bed, all day, making love and talking. One discussion led to asking each other about firsts, or fantasies. I had told Gail of an encounter I had as a teen, with a Mrs. H. and Gail loved to hear the tale. She would usually ask specific questions, but only during my telling the whole story. 

I began to recite the story for the fiftieth time. One year my parents took me to a religious conference being held in the United States, in upstate New York. People came from all over the world to hear the speakers at the two week gathering.

On the third day there, my parents volunteered me as a baby sitter to make up for the unexpected departure of one helper. I wound up helping another girl to watch a group of three to five year olds.

On the very first day, at about five o’clock the other babysitter, Becky, drove a few of the children back to their respective parents. Three boys remained, and Freddie, a cute little always laughing three year old was rolling a small train on the grass, with me beside him. Out of nowhere, a woman was standing beside us, and without saying anything she squatted down watching us play. I looked up, then back to Freddie, and then took a second look at the lady. She was squatted low, her knees a good two feet apart, and I could see her panties. I’m sure I starred, I was in shock and awe, and she was beautiful. That was Mrs. H., Freddie’s mom, come to pick him up.

The same thing happened again the next two days, each time her legs a little more spread, and on the third day I was so close I could actually see hairs on the side of her panties. On Sunday Freddie wasn’t there and I sadly thought the fuel for my nighttime fantasies was gone forever. Though the conference went on another week, the main part was over and we were now a much smaller group with no babysitting arranged. 

Late that last Sunday morning I was playing with the remaining children in the small play area when I looked up to the toot of a car horn. Some 200 feet away, Mrs. H. was waving, beckoning me to come to her car. I waved back and walked over to her car. I stood by her window and greeted her, surprised and nervous with excitement that she was near... I smiled and greeted little Freddie in the back seat when she suggested, “Come around to the other side… get in.”

“I’ve got to ask a favor off you,” Mrs. H. began, and she turned in her seat, leaving her left foot on the floor, her right leg bent at the knee and lying flat across the seat and gear shift center. There again I could see clear up her thighs and the bottom of her panties. And, as hard as I tried not to, I am sure I spent most of the time starring up her dress.

Mrs. H. began, “Hadrian, now that camp meeting is over there are no child care arrangements. Since my husband is speaking all next week, and since you are staying as well, I was wondering if I could get you to watch Freddie.” 

I was ready to jump for joy, kiss her feet, or anything else, just to continue my fantasy of her when I masturbated each night. Mrs. H. thought I was hesitating and added, “I asked you mother and she said you would, but I thought I’d ask you too… I could pay you.”

I floated back to earth and found my tongue. “Oh you don’t have to pay me Mrs. H., I’d be glad to stay with Freddie.”

“Thank you Hadrian, that’s so nice of you and it’s only until one o’clock each day.” We made arrangements for the next morning at 9:30 and she added, “We are staying in the trailer section, in the white and green trailer. And tell your Mom, I’ll feed you lunch when I come back to feed Freddie.”

The next day I played with Freddie, in and out of the trailer, until 12:15. when Mrs. H. returned. We sat in the trailer while she prepared a sandwich for me and something for Freddie. I was sitting at the table, my back to the wall, facing toward the inside of the trailer. Mrs. H. had put Freddie in a chair at the low kiddy table we had been playing on. When his food was in front of him Mrs. H. squatted down, like she had done in the park, and her whole panty clad pussy was displayed, in all its glory, just five feet away. As a reflex I moved my hand to touch my cock. Mrs. H. was busy feeding Freddie, sometime moving, spreading her legs wider, then closing them, then slowly opening them again. I was transformed, in love, hard, I was in ecstasy. I rubbed my cock raw that night.

I couldn’t wait for lunchtime the next day. I was obsessed. Mrs. H. was all I could think about. And it happened the same way. One the third day Mrs. H. returned a half hour earlier. She went to the back of the trailer and attended to some things then came out and prepared lunch. After she placed my sandwich in front of me she squatted to tend to Freddie, but she had her legs mostly closed. I could see a bit past her knees, nothing more. I starred in disappointment since she usually opened her legs right away. Then to my relief, her legs started to open, falteringly at first, then more, until I could see clear to her pussy, she was naked underneath, her hair spread agonizingly from thigh to thigh. I gasped loudly, if she heard me she didn’t acknowledge that she did.

When I walked home I was numb, my heart pounding, and my breathing was in short labored breaths. I will never be able to explain the thrill I felt, the trepidation that she wouldn’t be there tomorrow, and the sexual conquest, even though I thought she didn’t know that she was showing, and I was looking.


Gail Uses Sandor



The next day I was early. Mrs. H. was still getting ready to leave so I took Freddie outside and pushed him on a swing made from tire rubber.

When Mrs. H. returned at lunchtime she was a little late. She stepped into the toilet that was in the kitchen to the right of Freddie’s table. A moment or two later she came out, asked if Freddie had behaved, and started on our lunch. It seemed to me she was slow today, or was I anxious. When she squatted again I was ready, and she didn’t hesitate to open her legs today. I could see her pussy lips through the hair, I groaned, my cock was about to burst. Mrs. H asked me to hand her a sponge. I panicked for a moment then regrouped and slid from behind the table. I took the two steps to the sink, half bent over, and another two to hand over the sponge. She reached for the sponge but stopped short of taking it, and looked me in the eyes. Her legs were still spread, she was still squatting, and my cock was not more then two feet from her face.

After what seemed an eternity she took the sponge and said, “Do I cause that?” and she nodded looking towards my cock.

I didn’t know what the dangers were, so I just stood there, like an idiot, feeling like I was getting redder faced by the second. “I don’t know, Mrs. H.” I foolishly said, and I was still bent over, my cock now harder then before.

She smiled. So warmly that I felt my cock twitch. “It wouldn’t be the best thing you walking home like that, would it? She asked.

I nodded and agreed, “No.”

Still, with that thrilling smile and her legs spread wide, she said, “Why don’t you step in there and…arrange things,” and she nodded toward the toilet just inches to my right.

I nodded, and stepped to the door, still bent, and pushed the folding door inward. When I was inside I switched on the fluorescent light and pushed the middle and the door, it expanded and the center clicked closed. I looked in the mirror and saw that I was red faced. My hard cock was pushing a tent in my pants. I turned and stepped to the toilet. I unzipped my pants and held my cock, standing in front of the toilet, wondering if I should urinate or should I masturbate. I lowered the toilet seat, turned, and sat down, my cock still sticking out. 

Just as I started to stroke my cock, the door center clicked and the door folded partly inward. Mrs. H was standing at the side looking in, “Are you alright?” She asked, sounding concerned. 

I was mortified, my cock still in hand, “Yes,” I said.

She continued to stand at the cracked door looking in, and I continued to look at her face. She looked away from my eyes to my cock and slowly the door opened further, and when it was halfway open she stepped inside and leaned her back on the door, partially closing it. She was standing six inches in front of me. “Go ahead, finish,” she said, nodding at my hand on my cock.

My hand started to move on my cock, all the while starring at her face. I tried to finish opening my fly with my other hand, “Why don’t you take them down?” Mrs. H. said.

I unbuckled and opened my pants while still sitting, then lifted just enough to slide them down to my thighs. I started touching myself again, and within moments I was panting, but strangely enough, I wasn’t ready to come. Mrs. H. was paying rapt attention to my hand wrapped around and stroking my cock. Her eyes were hooded, her mouth slightly open, and now when I think of it, even if it is my imagination, I picture her breathing heavily as well.

After two or three minutes of touching myself Mrs. H. said, “Does it help if you look at me?” and she started to lift her dress. I was fixated on the hem of her dress slowly rising, first over her knees, then slowly up her thighs. All the while Mrs. H. is starring at my cock. Slowly the hem lifted to where I could see hair, then the bottom of her pussy, and when her pussy was fully exposed, and I saw the dark hint of her slit through the hair, I exploded. My only sound was “Uuhhhnnn,” as spurt after squirt of cum shot over the floor, on her foot, and on the roll of toilet paper. 

“That was lovely,” Mrs. H. said, smiling at me. I smiled back, feeling thankful, and oh so grown up.

The next day was the same. Mrs. H spread her legs her slit seemed more visible today. I was hard, and even had the courage to place my hand on my pants over my cock. She never acknowledged that she was exposing her pussy but, out of the blue she says, “Why don’t you use the toilet,” I sprang to me feet and stepped inside, this time leaving the door cracked. A minute later she was at the door, then inside. Mrs. H. moved from the door and leaned against the sink. Her dress still down. I touched myself looking from her face to her dress very many times, while her gaze was fixed on my cock. Finally she lifted her dress in one motion and just stood there totally exposed, for the first time clear up to her waist. After a minute or two she lifted her left leg onto the ledge around the toilet seat, and allowed her bent knee to swing out. It opened her legs wide enough for her pussy to open at the center and I sucked in air at the sight. 

“Stop for a moment Mrs. H said.” I stopped moving and she continued, “Stand here she said, beckoning in front of her. I stood, and holding my pants at my thighs and shuffling toward the sink, I stood in front of Mrs. H. “You can rub it here…” she said, and she jutted out her groin. Humping toward her I placed the head of my cock on her hair, then her thigh, and then started rubbing on her pussy. I managed to get between her thighs, on her pussy, across her slit and around her belly, before I started to tremble and cum burst out of me with such force that it splattered against her belly leaving a large round pool. I spurted again and again, in her hair, on her thigh, on her fingers holding her dress. Toward the end I managed to place my cock on her slit, to deposit my cum as close to being inside her as I could get.

The next two days was the same. I knew what we were going to do, I dreamed about it all night long. When she came into the toilet I immediately stood in front of her. She let me rub up and down her slit, and the first time I made a feeble attempt to slide into her, she moved slightly. I backed off but a few minutes later lust won out and I tried again. This time part of me entered. I moved around and took my cock out. I rubbed some more then tried entering her again. This time she moved a little to make it easier. Most of my cock was in her when I started to cum. I sighed when it started and she moved, just enough to let more of me slide in, and I finished shooting all my cum into her. Another milestone was when I started to cum she placed her right hand on my behind, gently guiding me forward. It was the first time she had touched me, and I swore to myself that I would love Mrs. H. forever. On the last day she actually kissed me, and thanked me for being so helpful, and hoped I would come back the next year.

Gail loved the story, which I would usually abbreviate to get to the parts that I knew excited her most. “What were you thinking when Mrs. H. first showed you…with no underwear.” Gail asked her voice husky and low. She was moving on my cock in short thrusts, lifting when she withdrew, bearing down as my cock slid into her. She had to overcome her shyness to even ask me about Mrs. H., and even now after many times, Gail gets red faced, blushing when she asks. 

“First I was surprised,” I whispered, “then I was so excited I believe I could have cum that second, it was so hot...she was so hairy.”

Gail asked many more questions. We were making love for fifteen or twenty minutes when she asked, “Tell me how it felt when she first let you slid into her.”

“Hot, she was so wet…she was looking down at my cock, one hand was holding her dress, that’s when she touched me. I shot so hard that it ached…”

Gail responded to my answer by pumping against me in two or three short thrusts and said, “Oh Ri…oh baby, I’m going to cum.” Her humping motion increased in force, the bed shook a little, “Get on top baby…” she said, and we flipped, in a practiced motion, my cock still deep inside her. She bent her legs back, and pressed them against my side. I started to thrust into her in long quick motions. Gail had her hands on my shoulders, her face was partly illuminated by a strip of outside light, and I could see that her eyes were closed. I continued to thrust, a little slower now but it felt like I was deeper in her belly, now pushing hard, and when I was fully in her I’d shove upwards, trying to get further inside. Each time my cock touched bottom Gail would sound a breathy “Aahhh,” then, when I’d shove to get deeper, she would groan softly, her tone deep, saying “Uuhhnn,” Finally, she sounded a raspy groan as her orgasm came upon her and whispered, Oohh yes, Uuhh, I’m cumming… do it baby, I’m cumming,” her hands on my shoulders pulling me down upon her.

Some minutes later, lying side by side again, she whispered, “I love it when you tell me that story.”

“I love your story more,” I said, and I felt Gail’s hand nudge me against my thigh.

The next day we breakfasted with Giancomo and Gabriela, then, we packed canvas bags and donned our beach wear, and headed for the harbour. Cornelious was waiting to taxi us down. We asked him for suggestions for the best beach, but in the end we took a water taxi to a beach that was recommended by a friend of Gabriela’s. 

It was a magnificent beach set into a low mountain backdrop. It wasn’t packed full as the elegant beaches in south France but there were towels with couples everywhere, an occasional small family group with children, and small rental tents and old fashioned folding chairs with the striped stretch-cloth seat and back. Everyone was topless, old and young, and handsome young men prowled the beachfront ogling the girls. After an hour on the sand Gaincocmo and I were ready to leave, but the girls were enjoying themselves, walking the beach, attracting young men, and sunning. At one point I walked to the water to cool and sat on the sand on the edge of the surf. Soon after Gabriela walked in front of me, “Are you lonely?” she asked.

“Yes,” I said, join me.

Gabriela sat beside me in the surf, her beautiful bare breasts inches away on my left. We talked about many things. When we mentioned something about Giancomo, she commented, “Thanks again for getting Giancomo here.”

I looked at her, squinting my eyes as if to question what her comment meant, “I didn’t get him here,” I insisted.

“You influenced it,” she replied.

“I don’t know how I can influence him.”

“You can,” she simply stated. “He really thinks highly of you.”

“Huh,” I laughed. “I know he likes me, as I do him, but why would a man like Giancomo think highly of me.”

“You know what he said just before we left Milan?” She paused, creating theater, “He said that he thought that you and Gail were the most mature couple he has ever met.”

I just looked at Gabriela, momentarily not even noticing her breasts, “I guess that’s nice of him to think that. I wonder why?”

“He is very full of insight, and a good judge of people,” Gabriela said. 

“Maybe because he slept with Gail, and we’re still friends.” I added.

Gabriela was quiet for a long moment, “I thought that they…,” she said softly, a far away look in her eyes. Then looking at me, “I wasn’t sure that she told you.”

I looked at Gabriela, arching my brows and tilting my head as if to ask if I looked stupid, but I didn’t say anything.

Gabriela was looking directly in my eyes, and I watched her face slowly take on a mischievous look, her eyes squinting as her face creased in a smile. “Now you could love me and not feel guilty,” she said, and she reached her two hands to my face and kissed me lightly on the mouth.

“Gail thinks you are everything a woman should be, she’s your great fan,” I said.

“And I think the same of her,” Gabriela returned, smiling, not at all slowed by my comment. 

I added, “I also think she is a little jealous of … that I think you’re so special.”

“Well,” Gabriela responded, she was rising now, “I’m jealous of her too.” Her smile broadened and she reached out her hand for me, then she leaned back against my weight to help me rise.

We left the beach by water taxi in the early afternoon and upon arriving at the harbour, we searched out a small restaurant. We all ate the house specialty of a salad served in large wooden bowls, with big hunks of feta cheese and immense Calamata olives. The lettuce was laced with herb leaves, and at the table the waiter mixed in olive oil, squeezed fresh lemon, and splashed dashes of yellow vinegar, then blended and tossed it with wooden spoons. It tasted like everything had just been picked from a garden, and we were later told that the cheese had been made that morning, with fresh goat milk and lemon. We accompanied the salad with beer instead of the retsina wine, and, when we left, all of us commented on how delicious it was and the simplicity of it all. Then we went in search of Cornelious. 

When Cornelious arrived he informed Giancomo that he had received the three boxes from Rhodes. It seems Giancomo had called Italy and arranged for three cases of wine to be sent, and he had informed Cornelious to please pick them up when they arrived on the Rhodes ferry.

We walked from the courtyard in front of the house, and Cornelious delivered the three boxes to the entryway. Giancomo carried one case upstairs and I another. When I returned for the last case I looked out the window, Gregory and Vivian were driving up on a scooter. I walked outside and greeted them, “Hello,” I said, as they were dismounting, “that certainly looks like fun.”

Gregory answered, “Yes, we rented this… great for exploring. It’s the way to travel here. Today we went through the valley out back. Been looking at it for a week, now we’ve seen it up close”

“We see a part of the valley from our room,” I said. 

“Come in and see it all,” Vivian said, and she followed Gregory as they walked by me toward their entry. Gregory was a few steps ahead and I followed Vivian, and I took advantage of the view. She was wearing high cut tight shorts, and It seemed she was aware of how much of her ample behind showed, as she swayed back and forth during the short trip across the walkway. One whole side of their house had a broad view of the entire valley, which I thought was austere without the contrast of the sea side view. The valley was green with small bushes in every direction, and lower down the mountainside an olive grove was the only land in the whole of the valley that was attended.

I drank a beer that Gregory offered and chatted with them for about ten minutes. Vivian sat opposite me, and I couldn’t help but notice the way her shorts pulled tight between her legs, The shorts accentuated the puffy sides of her vagina, and indenting into the lips. I believed she knew that it was drawing my attention, and each time she moved the effect was more exciting. Ten minutes later I rose to leave promising that we would reciprocate the invitation. 

When I returned to our house I found Gail sitting upstairs talking with Gabriela, and I mentioned where I had been as I sat to join them. Gabriela informed, “Rian, we have three bottles of wine for our neighbors. Giancomo set them aside,” and she nodded her head in the direction of the kitchen, where three bottles were standing at the corner of the counter. 

“I’ll take them the wine,” I said, “and mention it’s from Giancomo.”

“Just say it’s from all of use,” Gabriela suggested, “and tell them that we are inviting them to dinner tomorrows night.”

We chatted for some time, and decided for Giancomo, since he wasn’t there, that we would find a good fish restaurant. I immediately rose and went to the wine cases with the white wine, and collected six bottles of white wine and placed them in the refrigerator.

About thirty minutes after I arrived I rose to go back to our room. The girls were talking about mixing colors and fashion, and Gabriela was telling Gail where to buy the Italian lingerie they seemed to favor. It was close to five in the afternoon. I’d copy Giancomo and take a nap. I collected the wine for Gregory and took leave of the girls.

I knocked on the door of the front house and then knocked again. Finally the door opened and Vivian was standing to the side in a short white robe that barely reached her thighs, her hand was holding the top of the robe closed. I must have looked down at her legs when she greeted me, because she gave a knowing smile, and I felt embarrassed at my lack of manners. “Hello,” I said.

“Hello,” and after a pause, in another tone, “Nice that you’re back,” Vivian said, and I wondered if the tone was her way of teasing me. “Come in.”

“Sorry to be a bother.” I had the three bottles cradled in my left arm, “You want to take these, or ask Gregory…they’re a gift from us.”

Vivian’s face lit up. “Why thanks, that’s so nice,” then again she said, “sooo nice. We’re tired of the local wine,” then she added, “Gregory went for water. Sit down,” she added.

I again sat opposite her on a small couch and this time she sat in a large backed rocking chair. Her robe literally left all of her legs uncovered, and if she didn’t have a hand on her thighs, I’m sure I would have been looking at her pussy hair. Vivian said something but I guess my mind was wandering, and I didn’t hear her. “Excuse me” I said.

Vivian didn’t respond. Instead she leaned forward and looked down at her legs, “You can’t see anything, can you?” She asked. 

“Not really,” I answered, then added, “though, I guess it’s an imagination thing,” 

Vivian continued, “It’s almost silly, we sit on the beach naked and don’t worry about it, then…” and she paused catching up with my remark, “you mean you imagine what you’d like to see?”

I simply nodded, and she gave me a very provoking smile. “I’d better go.,” I said. “I should take a nap so I can party late.” Vivian rose at the same time as I did, and followed me to the door. “Don’t forget tomorrow night,” I reminded.

“We won’t,” Vivian said. And, as I opened the door she leaned into me to kiss my cheek. “Thanks for the wine.”

I must have slept soundly. It was almost 8 o’clock when I woke up. Gail had a towel wrapped over her breasts and was putting on her makeup. When she saw me in the doorway, she smiled, “You’ve had a good rest, haven’t you. I left the water in the tub for you, if you want to bathe.” (We were getting into the routine of treating water sparingly.) “I’ll bathe,’ I said. 

“Were you dreaming?” Gail asked.

“I don’t know,” I answered, “Why?”

“You were hard. The sheet was tented. I even touched you to see if it were my imagination.” Gail was smiling, very mischievously. “Now what could you have been dreaming about?”

“No idea… you know I never remember dreams. But, the last thing I did was sit with Vivian, and she was half naked, maybe that’s what triggered it?”

Gail turned away from the mirror and looked at me. “Why would she sit with you half naked?” she said, smiling with one corner of her mouth raising a little higher, and her eyes squinting in amusement. “Do you like her?” she asked.

“She’s nice, attractive I think,” I responded. After a moments pause I added, “Do you like Gregory?”

She looked at me, thinking, then answered, “Like him, yes… if you’re asking from a physical or sexual standpoint, no.”

Even though I started late, I was showered, shaved and dressed before Gail. I left her with her leg propped on the bathtub, rubbing cream in her leg, and wearing a light brown thong and painted toenails, nothing else.

I waited in the study watching CNN on television. When Gail walked in ten minutes later I starred in awe. She was wearing an off-white linen dress with simple spaghetti straps on her shoulders. It was cut straight across her chest and hung loosely, or better said, softly fitted. It tapered at her waist then flared ever so slightly. The dress was three quarter the way to her knees, her tanned legs narrowed at her ankles, and she was wearing between the toe sandals.




Gail Uses Sandor



Gail stood there letting me admire her. The dress had decorations of a few leaves cut into the cloth and embroidered in white. I strained to see beyond the embroidery, wondering if I could see through, and what was underneath. Her hair was bundled on her head and her makeup was soft, in spite of the red blush high on her cheekbone.

“Enchanting,” I said, “You look simply enchanting.”

“I’m glad you like it. I bought it months ago wondering when I could wear it.” Gail said.

“I was saying you are enchanting, not the dress,” I reaffirmed, “but I like the dress too.” I flicked my eyebrows up and questioned, “What’s under it.”

“Try to see,” Gail said, walking up to me.

I slid forward in the chair and moved the material of her dress around her breast. There was the hint of her nipple. There was a leaf embossed on the thigh. I moved it to the center, between her thighs and tried to see. Pressed against her it seemed like I was looking at her skin. “Are you naked?” I asked.

First Gail reddened a bit, then she smiled and reached to touch my cheek, “Don’t be silly...my panties are natural.”

We walked upstairs to wait for Gabriela and Giancomo. They were sitting facing the patio looking at the sea. As we reached the middle of the room Giancomo said, “Gail, come here please.” He rose from his chair, drink in hand, and made room for Gail. “Sit here for just a minute or two and only look at the trees and the sea. You tell me if it isn’t hypnotic.”

“Can I get you a drink?” Gabriela said, and when she rose to my having nodded yes, I was awestruck for the second time in ten minutes. Gabriela was wearing a silk dress that was green with beige and white flowers and little splashes of red. It clung to her body so perfectly that you could see every curve and flair, even the bump of a bone above her hip. Her breasts were perfectly rounded from the front, her nipples visible through the silk. From the side her breasts were pear shaped, hanging naturally, just enough to make the soft sensuality of her appearance cause me to sigh. 

Gabriela’s dress was a bit shorter than Gail’s and her legs looked a little longer. She wore earrings of woven white and pink gold, and a ring I hadn’t seen before that had a large sapphire in the middle surrounded by baguette diamonds. When she turned to walk into the kitchen I watched the dress slid and fold around the curve of her behind. It was as sexy as if she were naked. Gabriela’s makeup was so flawlessly applied that you had to wonder if it were makeup at all. She looked stunning.

“Gabriela, you look lovely,” I said. Some seconds later I added, “Your ring, that’s lovely too.” Gabriela stuck her head from the kitchen and smiled very broadly. “I’m glad you notice,” she said. And when the housekeeper handed her the drink she walked to me, her hand outstretched, to show me her ring.

“My birthday present from Gian,” she said, smiling proudly.

Gail lost interest in hypnotic scenery and walked over to see the ring, then oh’d’ and awe’d for two minutes. She turned, excitedly and told Gaincomo what a beautiful choice he had made. No jealousy between them, Gail seemed as happy for Gabriela as if it were her own. Watching the two of them was a picture of beauty. I looked up to notice Giancomo looking at them as well. We didn’t exchange any acknowledgement between us but I knew we were both thinking how very fortunate we were to have these two beautiful people in our lives. 

We heard the hoot of the taxi when he pulled up and we made our way outside. Even Cornelious stood with his mouth gaping when he saw the girls. Gaincomo and I looked like gypsies, he carrying one and me with two bottles of wine, wrapped in towels to keep them cool. We told the driver we wanted to eat fish and he made his way to a restaurant near the square called Mylopetra. Later we learned that there were better fish restaurants but Cornelious thought the girls were dressed too beautifully for anything less. 

We walked in and the girls stood in the entrance with three quarters of the room looking at them. The waiter immediately wanted to guide us to a table but Giancomo stopped us from moving. He asked the waiter if we could drink our own wine and the response, “No problem, sir, let me take care of them for you,” and he took the three bottles from us, smiling. As we wound through the table Gaincocmo said, “I’m sure we are not the first ones to bring wine.”

The appetizer of tiny grape leaves filled with veal and rice and fresh herbs, the so very fresh salad, and of course the seafood we ate was delicious. When the waiter showed interest in our wine Gabriela suggested he taste it. He commented that he would like to add it to his wine list, and we learned that they had a very decent wine list of typical French, Italian and German wines. We opened the third bottle of wine just before the main course. 

A young waiter’s helper stood just behind Gail, partly between her and Giancomo, literally ready to pounce whenever anything was needed. Soon I saw that when Gail leaned forward toward Giancomo, or the table, the front of her dress hung away from her chest, enough to look down and see her breasts.

And the young man did just that, looked down, fixated on her every move. At first Gail wasn’t aware, but when she realized the attention she exaggerated her movements, became more animated, enjoying the attention. After we left the restaurant I stole a moment alone and chided Gail on her teasing then asked her to lean forward for me. When I told her I could see the whole of her breast, beyond her nipples she tilted her head, and smiling at me with a closed mouth she paused for a few moments, then said, “I know,” and she blushed red on her neck, “do you mind.?”

We walked the streets for a while then turned into the Kalistrata Street, where most of the bars were located. We stepped into one, a bar, or club as they called them, but the music was too loud. When I gave Giancomo a painful look he started to laugh then he leaned toward me and said, “And I thought last nights club was loud.” We left and walked slowly, further along in the direction where we had been last night. The girls were ahead of us and drew the attention of passersby. At one point three men turned and tried talking to them but they handled the brief discourse well.

We ended up in Harani again. Giancomo led the way toward the bar, I was last, and as we passed the first tables I noticed the man that had danced with Gail last night. He was leaning over a table with four girls and talking. No one was dancing. The music was subdued, it was nice, we could talk, and Giancomo leaned forward to comment on it, “An improvement, no?” I nodded. We ordered drinks and stood with our back to the bar. For five or ten minutes it was possible to hold a conversation. I was speaking with Gail on my right, and Gabriel on her right was speaking with Giancomo.

The music stopped and a DJ with a too loud microphone shouted something in Greek, then in English, “”It’s show time,” and over the sound of some music he announced the name of a song and continually raised the sound until the place vibrated. People were scurrying everywhere. Couples walked hand in hand to the dance floor and single men rushed across the floor to seek out a partner. 

From the corner of my eyes I noticed the ‘bad man’ from yesterday walking toward Gail, just a few more steps to go. Reflexively, I stepped forward and turned to my right, my left arm outstretched as if to take hold of Gail to dance. But my elbow was bent; my arm was really outstretched to keep the man from getting near Gail. At the moment he stepped up to her, I slipped my arm between them, and my elbow hit him directly in the middle of his chest, forcefully. He was jolted back, and he placed his hands on his chest.

There was a moment of suspense. I didn’t hear the music; I did see Gail’s face, surprised at my action. The man was in front of her, his hands holding his chest, he was looking at me. Gabriela was starring at me as well, smiling, and Gaincomo was looking at the man, not too kindly. The man said a few words in Greek, but he didn’t move away. I lowered my right hand to put it around Gail’s waist and move her away in the event that the man would react, all the while starring at him, and he starring at me. Finally, the man looked at Gail, then Gabriela, and without saying anything her turned and walked away.

Gail looked at me for what seemed a long time. No smile, just wide eyes. Surprised, maybe angry, I couldn’t tell. I was still standing three quarters in front of her when she turned to Gabriela, “He has never done anything like that, in all the years…” Gail said, speaking loudly to be heard, “honestly.” 

I felt embarrassed, Giancomo and Gabriela had seen it all. Truth is I actually wanted to hurt the man, but I didn’t say that. Gail asked me, for all to hear, “What happened?”

I shouted to explain, “I just wanted to dance, and it was an accident.”

“That was no accident, Ri,” Gail said. Again all our heads were leaning together, this was one conversation for all.

“Well, last night…” and I started to explain what the heavyset man had said last night. Gabriela just starred at me, with her little side of the mouth smile she would often make, seemingly her mind was racing.

Giancomo contributed, “You know, the Australians have a saying I like, it’s, “Good on you mate.” Well… good on you Rian.”

I smiled, still feeling a little silly but relieved that at least Gaincomo understood.

To break the moment I said to Gail, “So, will you dance with me,” and she allowed me to dance her to the dance floor. As I spun around from time to time I saw Gaiancomo leaning toward Gabriela, speaking close to her ear, and that she was starring at me.

We were dancing a slow dance to some Greek music. We had not spoken since we started to dance, the music had a hint of Arabic sound, “The song is nice, don’t you think,” I spoke close to Gail’s ear. She didn’t answer. Now what, I thought, she’s angry.

But, as if she was in slow motion Gail asked, “What did you say?” I repeated myself. 

“Yes. It’s very nice. We should get it just to remember this trip.” Then Gail moved tighter against me and turned her head, her ear flat against my shoulder, and cuddled through the dance. Afterwards Gail asked Giancomo to dance and I danced with Gabriela. We all stayed on the floor a good ten or fifteen minutes, and then we left. 

\We opted not to bother Cornelius at this late hour and walked back to the taxi stand. While waiting for a taxi to arrive Giancomo said, “I don’t think I have danced that long in twenty years. Reminds me of my poor days.”

“I’m glad you danced during your poor days,” I added. “Couldn’t have been too poor.”

“You’d be surprised,” was Giancomo’s response. “Everyone goes through it…I’ve had my turn.” even Onansis had his times.”

A taxi arrived and we entered. Just weeks ago Charlotte had given me a long discourse about Aristotle Onasis, so I was well informed. “Do you compare yourself to Onasis? I asked, more from curiosity about his self impression.
 “No,” was Gaincomo’s reply, “I have better taste in women, and I was never a prostitute”

We all laughed. I’m sure both girls had their personal reason for laughing. “I agree about the women,” I said. “Are you comparing our women to Jacqueline Kennedy?” 

“Uh uh” he sounded, the second uh an octave lower then the first. “She was an icon. No, I’m thinking of Maria Callas.” 

I didn’t know about Maria Callas, so I just nodded, “Was she a prostitute?”

Giancomo laughed, “No. She was a great singer, and his paramour. He was a prostitute. I believe it was his first profession in South America, after he left Greece.”

“Really?” I questioned, shocked at the possibility. 

We arrived at the house and as we entered Giancomo asked, “Want a night drink?” 

Gail looked at him smiling. “It’s called a night cap Gian…”cap” like a hat,” Gail corrected.

Giancomo nodded his head and smiled back at Gail, “Six months around you and I’ll be perfect.” He said.

“You’re perfect just the way you are,” Gail said.

“I mean perfect in my English,” Giancomo defended, and we all laughed.

Gabriela and I watched the exchange. It was warm, maybe personal, but I did not feel challenged. I commented, “I think I’ve had enough to drink…I’m already sloshing about. I’m calling it a night”

Gabriela walked toward me to kiss me goodnight, and when I reached my face forward for her to find my cheek, she stepped closer, close enough to press her breasts against me, and hugged me for several seconds, then kissed my cheek very softly, I could feel her parted lips. Gabriella walked to her bedroom while Gail kissed Gaincomo goodnight, I wondered if it was with the same tenderness.

With Gabriella’s kiss still lingering on my check, and watching her long and shapely legs as she walked away, I was vividly reminded of a person I met by clicking on her picture post on the Literotica web site. We exchanged emails for almost a year. She was beautiful, seemed charming in her writing, and over time I learned much about Missy

Her family ties, her responsibilities, even her civic efforts, all led me to make a judgment of character. We exchanged photos, and then the predictable, you can’t help but desire the lovely woman behind it all.

Missy had long sexy legs, shaped well enough to allow a small space between her thighs, leaving her pussy enticingly framed. I learned, with time, the sensuality of the woman, and that inevitably led me to dream of the bliss that being in that private place would provide. Missy is gone, but the kind thoughts and images remain.

With Gabriella’s leaving, Gail and I walked hand in hand to our bedroom. When I was partially undressed I stepped into the bathroom, and announced to that I was going to take a shower. She was standing in front of the mirror, her head bent to the right with both hands holding her ear, as she unfastened her earring. Looking at me reflected in the mirror Gail asked, “May I join you?”

I had started soaping down when Gail pulled back the plastic curtain and stepped into the shower, a white towel wrapped around her head. She stepped behind me and pressing her body against me, sliding across my slippery back. I could feel her breasts, her hands around my waist. 

I urged Gail to turn and soaped her back and behind. Then, faces stretched upwards, we twisted under the shower head and moved in circles vying for the water to rinse away the soap. We dried ourselves and I left Gail to finish her oils or creams, while I crawled into bed naked. Five minutes later Gail joined me and slid well toward the middle of the bed, beside me. When I felt her nakedness it was obvious that she was feeling as passionate as I was. 
 I started loving Gail with the flat of my hand, first, brushing lightly across her chest and stomach. With the flat of my hand I flitted across her breast and over her nipples. Her right hand lay on my upper thigh, just above my groin, unmoving. After some five minutes of touching I lowered my hand between her thighs and she immediately opened her legs. I touched her inner thigh starting a hands length away from her pussy, and brushed upwards using only two fingers as I neared the top, sliding my fingers between the fold of her thigh and the outer soft flesh of her mons. After some minutes I started slipping my hand under her behind and retrieving it with my fingers extended causing them to slide into the crack of her behind, then more forward into the lower slit of her pussy.

“That feels so good,” Gail said. 

“I love the way it feels too…and you deserve the attention” I responded.

“Why?” she questioned softly, “Why do I deserve attention?”

“Because I embarrassed you,” I said. “I’m sorry.”

When I said that I felt Gail’s body react, and seconds later she sat up. “You’re talking about that fight?” she asked.

“It wasn’t a fight,” I quickly replied.

Gail sounded a “Humph,” and speaking softly added, “You hit him.” 

“It wasn’t that I struck…” Gail interrupted me.

“I wasn’t embarrassed Ri. I was surprised,” she strongly emphasized the word was. “It actually made me feel good…no, that sounds strange,” she said, correcting her thought. “It was crude, but it made me feel sheltered.” She paused, “Does that make sense?”

“I thought you were angry,” I commented, thoroughly confused by now.

“No baby…” Gail said, “I think I was proud.”

I felt her move and then her mouth was on mine. Our kiss, open mouthed and searching lasted and lasted, and I started to knead her behind. When we broke off the kiss Gail sat straight against the bedstead and placed my right hand between her legs. “Touch me inside,” she whispered.

With my mouth on the outside of her right thigh, lightly kissing, I started to probe, separating her lips with my fingers, opening her, then savoring the feeling as my fingers slowly inched into her. I turned the palm of my hand upwards, and braced my fingers as I searched for the spot to touch. I moved my hand pressing and searching and when I found the place I stopped, and used my left hand to urge her legs further apart, while I stretched over her leg to place my face between her legs. The faint smell of perfume wafted from her thighs as my mouth found its way to her pussy. I explored her slit with my tongue, briefly. I then probed for and flicked her clit then used my tongue to push it upwards so it would protrude from her pussy, then I sucked on it as if it were a miniature cock. When Gail started humping upwards against my face, I again started rubbing and pressing inside her with my fingers, as I withdrew my mouth.

Five minutes later Gail started the humping motion that was the beginning of her orgasm. “Oohh yes…oohh,” in breathy sounds, and she took hold of my wrist with both her hands just holding me there. As I continued to rub Gail started gasping, and still holding my arm as if it were a cock she humped forward in rhythm with my rubbing, then, as if something had jolted her, she wailed a low mournful, “Ayyyeee, uhhh…ayyee,” and started to cum with short forceful humps forward of her behind, all the while grasping my wrist with both hands, holding my arm in place.

Gail slid down in the bed and snuggled against my left side, my arm under her, her breast pressed against me. She wrapped her legs, as was her habit, around my left leg, and feel asleep. I must have dozed off as well, and I awoke with my arm tingling and had to move it from under her. As soon my arm was comfortable I turned on my side and cuddled close to my sleeping lady. First I lay my hand across her thigh, then moved it onto her inner thigh, and finally between her legs. I could feel the heat of her pussy as I started to touch her, pressing her mons, sliding down to feel the underside of her behind, and soon slipping a single finger into her wet pussy. My hard cock was pressed against her leg as I continued to touch her everywhere. 

Gail moved, I woke her with my touching. Using her hands she urging me to get on top of her while she slid beneath me. She didn’t say a word. When I was between her legs she reached with her right hand and took hold of my cock as I continued to move into position. When I was close, Gail placed my cock on her pussy, and then rubbed me upwards until I was touching her clit with the head of my cock. Then she started rubbing my cock back and forth in short movements over her clit. Soon she was moving my cock quickly, and pushing her behind toward me or back in order to keep perfect pressure. The head of my cock started to tingle. I twitched a few times and Gail’s first words were, “Not yet baby,” 

Gail was rubbing so fast that I couldn’t imagine her hand moving that quickly. My cock was so sensitive that I placed my right hand under my balls and pressed hard to keep me from cumming. That’s when Gail said in a barley audible whisper, “I’m going to cum Ri…you too baby,” I felt her breath deeply, then exhale in breathy spurts “Cum with me,” she said, “Now…ohhha,” and she placed my cock in the center of her pussy and pushed upward, sinking a part of me into her, and I did the rest.




Gail Uses Sandor



We cuddled again, and slept. I was awakened when Gail untangled herself and went to the toilet. I got out of bed and looked at my wristwatch. It was four in the morning. I put on my shorts and walked to the small pantry for a bottle of water, then stood in front of the open window, sipping from the bottle. When Gail came out she came behind me, and wrapping her hands around my waist she pressed herself against my back. She was wearing a shirt now, but she still felt nice and warm.

“What a clean smell,” Gail said.

“Yes,” I agreed. “It must be the combination of the valley and the sea air.”

“Let’s go outside,” she said, and we walked hand in hand to the small balcony. 

“Look at the sky,” I said.

After some moments Gail commented, “Looks like the stars can be touched.”

We stood side by side leaning on the balcony railing. “It’s so quiet” I said. We were both barefoot and barely clothed, and to find warmth I moved behind Gail and leaned into her. My soft cock rested just above the crack of her behind. I wrapped my arms around her, my left hand stretching over one breast and cupping the other in my hand. My right hand found its way between her legs, she was still without panties and I covered her pussy with my hand. Soon enough my fingers started to move and I brushed my middle finger into her slit, she was still wet even though she had cleaned up.

We stood tightly pressed together, immersed in the quiet of the night. I was starting to feel a tingle as my cock reacted to feeling Gail’s nipples harden. After some few minutes I turned Gail around and crouched in front of her, immediately nuzzling my nose in the crease between her leg and pussy, and then slid the few inches upwards to nuzzle my face in her small patch of soft hair. When my lips slowly brushed over her slit, the pressure parted the lips ever so slightly.

I could feel Gail’s reaction causing involuntary movements and I gently parted her pussy lips with my tongue to taste her. My head was cupped between her hands, guiding me now, and I continued for some five minutes. Gail moved back a little and with her hands on my head urged me to stand up. “Let’s sit,” Gail said.

There were two round seated wooden chairs on the balcony. I stepped inside and ripped the blanket from the bed and draped it over the chair. I took off my underpants then sat in the chair with both ends of the blanket in my hands, inviting Gail to sit on me. When she had straddled me I wrapped the blanket over her shoulder and she reached down to take hold of my cock. Moments later Gail raised herself and, guiding me to the center of her pussy, she moved my cock two or three times around the entrance, then impaled herself, taking the full length of my cock in one movement.

“I love it when you want me all the time,” Gail said.

“Did you think there are times I don’t want you?” I noted.

She responded, “You know what I mean… to make love,”

“Sometimes I’d like to fuck you, like your lovers do,” I added.

“You can do anything you want to me,” she whispered, her lips close to my forehead, as she continued to lift herself up and down on my cock. My hands were now alternating between her lower back and both cheeks of her behind.
 “Anything?” I questioned.

“Anything…yes,” Gail answered.

“What if I wanted someone to fuck your behind, now, while we made love, which person would you choose?”

Gail was rising up slowly, then sliding back down and inching forward, getting my cock in her as deeply as possible. “Uhmm,” she sounded. “I don’t know… maybe Richard…someone gentle.” 

Gail’s movements became faster, and when my cock was buried to the hilt she would rise an inch or so then hump forward as she inched me further into her belly. “Is the idea exciting?” I persisted.

“”Yes,” Gail answered in a breathy tone, then she leaned back with her arms on my shoulders and started pumping faster. “I’d love to be kissing and loving you… and not know who was doing it from behind.”

I could tell Gail was going to cum. I placed my hands on her waist and met her thrust by forcefully shoving my groin upward. “Yesss…” Gail hissed, then she whispering, “Do it baby,” and I felt her pussy pulsating on my cock as she began to cum. She flooded inside, hot wetness. She whimpered softly, just once, and her body trembled for a moment. Then Gail hunched forward, her pussy still filled with my hard cock, and she placed her head on my shoulder and wrapped her arms around me. We stayed that way some minutes, warm, cuddling each other, she still impaled on my cock. 

The silence was broken by the sound of a motor, and I saw a light down the road start the approach toward our villa. As it chugged up the hill

“Someone’s coming,” I whispered. Gail lifted her head and turned in the direction of the sound. We watched the scooter head straight for our house, and we realized it was Gregory returning, alone.

“Boy, he’s coming home late,” Gail intoned. The disturbance broke the peaceful seclusion we felt just moments ago, and we rose to go to bed. When we were in bed Gail took hold of my partially hard cock, but I knew she was exhausted and we simply went to sleep.

The next day we breakfasted late. Gabriela banged on our door at ten and told us they were going out and would be back in one hour. When they returned we were ready. Surprise of surprises, Gaincomo and Gabriela had gone off to rent motor scooters. There were four parked outside. Two workers had driven our scooters to the house, and returned with Cornelious in his taxi.

It was fun riding a scooter, though a little scary for the girls on the winding roads. We spent most of the day exploring the valley behind our house, riding along the cost, exploring a beach and having a salad in a little hut beside the beach. We were wind blown and sun burned, and we felt exhilarated when we returned to the house by taxi that evening.

Vivian and Gregory showed up for dinner punctually. He was casually dressed, and she had on a very small skirt that thrilled both Giancomo and me all evening long. Our girls were both in short skirts, and Gabriela had an almost see through blouse. We started drinking wine and cassis before dinner, and then changed to red wine with the meal. The housekeeper had been soaking herbed chickens in vinegar and lemon, all day long. We had many different Greek appetizers, magnificent olives, fresh made bread, and chicken roasted and flavored to perfection. The only compliment that could properly convey the excellence of her cooking was when Giancomo said, “We should ask her to come home with us.”

After dinner we called Cornelious and we all piled into the taxi, ready for a night of partying. Gregory suggested he knew the liveliest places so we followed his lead. The first place was very noisy and a bit young for us, and after half an hour he led us to another locale. Here we danced, switching partners often, and watched Greek men dance to their typical music, uninhibited by the crowd of tourists.

Gabriela and Ginacomo had started a conversation with two German men and all four heads were huddled toward the center of the table as they tried to be heard over the music. The German men eventually invited them to their house, and Gabriella invited us along.

Gail and I were having fun after trying a circle dance and we opted to stay and dance, planning to head back to the house soon. Vivian had attracted the attention of a tall pleasant young man with light brown hair that became her constant dancing partner. During a break when they were standing near us, I spoke to Sandor and was surprised when he turned out to be Greek, from Athens. Vivian had been drinking more then her fair share, and her husband was barley to be seen. When he was with us he did not seem at all concerned over Vivian’s attention to the young man. 
On several occasions Vivian asked me to dance and Sandor danced with Gail. During one slow dance I marveled at how close and intimate Vivian managed to get during our dance. I walked back from the dance trying to conceal a hard cock, and I was sure that Sandor had been having the same experience while dancing with Vivian.

Gail commented, “Sandor seems nice, very shy though. You know, the whole time we danced he was hard. Fast dance, slow dance, he stays hard.” She hummphd a half laugh.

It was getting late and Gail and I were sitting at our table, talking of leaving. When Vivian came back she sat beside me and I leaned toward her, “Where is Gregory,” I asked. 

She looked at me with an ever so slight show of frustration, “Oh, he’s off with his friends,” she said. I questioned her, “Where? In the back?”

Vivian smiled, at me like I was being silly, “No. He met some friends here last week. He’s with them, smoking.”

I didn’t know what to say. Half the club was full of smokers, so I assumed she wasn’t speaking of cigarettes. “Is he coming back?” I asked. She was rising when I bent toward her to ask, she stepped back from the table and smiled at me, “I don’t think so.” Sandor was standing on the other side of the table where he had beckoned her to dance, and she walked around the table, took his hand, and walked to the dance floor.

I told Gail what Vivian had said. Gail shook her head. “Poor kid,” she said. “When she comes back tell her we want to leave.” 

They returned the very next dance and Sandor went directly to Gail to ask her to dance, the music playing was slow and romantic. Vivian stood beside me smiling, offering her hand. No sooner were we on the floor then the lights dimmed and Vivian nuzzled in close to me. Short of her reaching to grab my cock, she was all over me, I felt that familiar tingle and I couldn’t resist pushing back. A few minutes into our dance we were ravishing of one another, Vivian spoke and I leaned my head down to hear her, “Sandor has invited me to his house, it hangs out over the water.” She sounded like she was slurring some words. “He says it’s really nice to see.” She looked up at me and leant into me pushing her groin forward in the process.

“Sounds beautiful,” I commented, as I pushed my cock against her.

“I’d love to go, but I can’t go alone. Could you go with me?” Sandor asked.

“Me? I can’t leave Gail…” but she interrupted my ending.

“I mean, you and Gail…” and she added for emphasis, “Gail too.”

“Oh, I don’t know, we were getting ready to leave.” Then I added, “Where is it?”

At this point I looked forward and noticed Sandor and Gail dancing. There were several couples between us but, as the danced around the space opened and closed, giving me a good view of them from Gail’s right side. They were about the same size, dancing cheek to cheek, with both his arms around her lower waist. Gail had one hand under his arm on his back, and the other high on his shoulder, with her hand flat on the back of his neck. 

Vivian said, “Maybe you can ask Gail?”

“I’ll ask her when we break,” I said.

Gail and Sandor had turned slightly and I could see that his right hand was firmly holding her behind. When this third song ended, the lights brightened and we headed back to the table. Gail arrived at about the same time. Vivian and Sandor went back out to dance a fast song, and I mentioned to Gail the conversation I had with Vivian.

“Yes,’ Gail said, “He told me he had invited her, and we’re invited too.”

“What do you think?” I asked 

“It might be worth seeing; we don’t have to stay long.” Gail said, and in my mind she had consented.

“I think Vivian is a little drunk,” I added.

Gail reached for my hand and laid both our hands on my leg. “Sandor thinks she is very drunk,” she added.

When they returned from the dance floor we had already paid the bill. Sandor sat beside Gail and Vivian sat beside me. She immediately asked, slurring a word or two, if Gail had agreed. When I told her we would go for a while, she let out a gleeful “Wooo…wee”

We left the locale and followed Sandor around the street where he had a red Suzuki jeep parked. I was a bit worried about his driving, which proved to be unnecessary. His house couldn’t have been more then four or five minutes away.

It was an impressive house. He was a second year university student staying alone in his parent’s vacation home, on two weeks holiday. It was newly built, almost modern, and built on a small hill along the coast. A balcony extended so far out of the living area, that when you stood on it you couldn’t see anything but the sea. 

Sandor offered beer, all he had, and we all stood on the balcony admiring the view. We saw lights out at sea, and a haze of light in the distance that he identified as the coast of Turkey. It was beautiful. Vivian’s comments were getting more slurred and I marveled that she walked perfectly but talked like she were drunk. 

Gail and I stayed on the balcony when they went inside. Ten minutes later we walked through the sliding door. No one was in the living. Gail sat on the couch and I walked back toward the entry to where I had seen a WC. I opened the door and searched for the light, and was half frightened to death when I saw Vivian standing over the toilet, her skirt in hand, her panties around her knees. She looked up at me and smiled, “Rian,” she slurred, I couldn’t find the light.” Then she demanded, “Close the door,” and she shuffled forward and pushed the door closed, with me inside.

Vivian shuffled yet another step closer and when just inches away, she took my right hand and boldly placed it between her legs. I left my hand there, not wanting to take advantage but lured by the feeling. She reached her head up to kiss me and at the same time squatted to allow the whole of my hand to lay flat on her pussy. Too enticing I thought, and I allowed my fingers to play in her slit, and then enter her. She mumbled something and squatted even more, pushing my fingers further in. Her pussy was soaking wet, I could have wedged all my fingers inside. She mumbled something again then withdrew her mouth and said, “Fuck me Rian,” while fumbling with my belt.

I was so tempted, she felt so wet and ready. I pumped my outstretched fingers into her a few more times and she humped back. I stopped, withdrew my hand and kissed her lightly at the same time. “Not now Vivian,” I said. “Later, in the house we can do it.”

Vivian seemed a bit frustrated but she separated, “Okay, later. You can fuck me later.” And she went back to peeing as I exited. 

I walked to the living and Gail was not there. I listened but heard nothing in other parts of the house. I walked out to the balcony again, spent a moment breathing the air and calming myself, and then I walked along the balcony which encircled the apartment. The next large windows were toward the end. As I came upon the windows I stopped and peered into the room. I could see half the room, a very large, probably king size bed, and some furniture. I inched forward another step and, with the whole room in view, I saw Gail and Sandor kissing, standing just inside the doorway of the bedroom.

Gail was facing the door, her back to me, her body just slightly turned clockwise. Sandor had his left arm around her waist and his right hand on her behind. Their heads were both tiled in opposite direction and they were kissing, moving their heads as they did so. Gail’s right hand was turned backwards and between them and she was rubbing his cock through his pants.

I watched for one or two minutes, they were totally immersed in their kiss. Sandor moved his left hand and placed it between them. I couldn’t see but assumed he was touching her breast. I heard a noise, and then they reacted by stopping their kiss, and they separated. Sandor stepped into the hallway and Gail stood still. It was Vivian calling.

I moved back down the balcony toward the living area and heard Vivian’s last call. Then Sandor showed up and they exchanged some words. I stepped into the living and Sandor and I both watched as Vivian feel backwards, plopping onto the couch, and simply laid her head back, shut her eyes, and slept. Gail came into the room about that time. I looked up at her, she was smiling, a towel in her hand as if she had just been in the toilet.

We all took seats commenting on Vivian and laughing, in a kindly manner. Sandor offered to make tea and both I and Gail accepted. While he was gone Gail asked, “What should we do? Should we leave her here?”

“I’m sure she is safe, but it’s not very responsible of us” I said.

“Can you carry her home?” Gail questioned. 

“I probably could, but not very gracefully.”

Sandor came back in the room. “You could let her sleep here,” he offered.

“I’m sure you wouldn’t mind,” I added, “I just wonder how it looks… our leaving her.”

We were all quiet for a while when Sandor said, “You could stay here too, until she wakes up.”

For ten minutes we talked about it, going back and forth. When it seemed to me that Gail thought staying here with her was the best thing to do, I allowed myself to give in. We were all in agreement that we would put her to bed then try to get some sleep until she wakes up.

Where can I put her to sleep I asked Sandor. “There,” he pointed in the same direction as the room where he had been kissing Gail. I lifted Vivian. Amazingly she was very light. I carried her into the bedroom and placed her on the bed. I pulled the blanket and sheets from under her, took her shoes off, and covered her. She immediately turned into the pillow, made herself comfortable, and slept.

I joined Gail and Sandor for tea. Whatever they had been talking about they stopped when I entered the room. “It’s close to two in the morning,” I said, “Where can we lay down for a while?” I asked.

Sandor was rising to get more tea, and pointed in the same direction. “There are two bedrooms upstairs,” he said, but they are closed. We only opened the downstairs bedroom, because it was only me.”

I simply nodded, “Oh,” I paused a moment, “That’s supposed to be big enough for everyone,” I stated, rather then asked. Gail got up and walked to the bedroom. I followed her, and stood in the doorway while she pretended she was seeing the bedroom for the first time. “What do you think?” I asked, “Can we all sleep in that bed?” 

“It’s big enough,” Gail commented. 

“Are you thinking about Sandor? I asked.

Gail turned from looking at Vivian sleeping, “What do you mean?” When she realized she sounded silly she said, “You mean the three of us…doing something.” I didn’t respond. Gail continued, “He kissed me before,” She said. “I know he likes me. Who knows? We can sleep here and see what happens.”

We went back into the kitchen, told Sandor of our plans, then Gail went to the bathroom to ready for bed. I washed up in the bathroom where I had earlier fingered Vivian, then walked to the bedroom and was the first to get in bed. There was enough light coming through the balcony window and door that one could reasonably see outlines. A few minutes later Gail came out of the toilet in panties and a brassiere and climbed in bed beside me, pushing me toward Vivian. I imagined that our places were now determined. 

She cuddled up to me and I asked, “Why are you wearing a brassiere?” Gail didn’t say a word; she just sat up, unhooked her brassiere and lay beside me again. Did you have a good time tonight?” I asked.

“Very,” Gail responded, “thanks,” and she reached her hand toward my cock.

“Why are you wearing shorts?” she asked. 
I didn’t answer, I just sat up and took off my shorts. “Are you planning on doing something with us men?” I teased.

“I’ve told you, I’ll do anything you want.” Gail leaned over and kissed me, and while we were kissing Sandor came into the room, took off all his clothes and climbed into bed on the end closest to Gail.

We all lay on our backs. Sandor spoke first. “is Vivian okay?” 
 I answered, “She seems fine… at least she isn’t snoring.” He huffed a laugh. My hand was resting on Gail’s thigh, I couldn’t tell if he was touching her or how close to her he was lying. Vivian was laying in a semi fetal position facing me. Her head was just touching my upper arm. Gail turned on her side, facing me, and my hand fell from her thigh, resting between us.




Gail Uses Sandor



We all lay still for some time when Vivian turned away from me and lay on her back. There was a hand-space distance between us so I slowly moved my hand closer until I touched her body, and when there was no reaction I sneakily placed my hand on her thigh. I wasn’t worried about Vivian as much as Gail.

After a minute or so I placed my hand on her panties. Her skirt had inched up and my hand was over her pussy. I allowed my fingers to explore the fleshy softness on both side of her panties, then slid my finger under the material and across her slit. When I slipped my finger into her slit I could feel the wetness, and I bent my middle finger to allow it to enter. I continued this for a few moments then moved my arm steadily upward until my wet finger was on her clit. I tugged and tweaked her clit for a few minutes when Vivian suddenly stirred. I froze. Was she awake I wondered? Then Vivian simply opened her legs. 

My left arm was beside me near Gail. I thought I sensed movement in the bed, and I tried to concentrate. Yes, there was movement but I couldn’t tell from whom. I feigned trying to sleep and sighed, taking a deep breath and moving my leg closer to Gail while lifting and turning my head slightly higher on the pillow and in her direction. Gail was still on her side; her head bent forward, her upper left leg in front of her and close to me. It looked like Sandor was touching her behind with both hands because the blanket was moving, but he was too far away to be fucking her.

I was wide awake now and worried that my heart might wake everybody up. I went back to touching Vivian and after a while she started reacting to my finger playing across her clit. She sighed and moved again, dislodging my hand, then she turned on her right side and bent forward, as if inviting me to fuck her from behind. I wondered if I could inch down enough to get my cock in her. 

Gail moved, this time she was really bent over. Her mouth wound up just above my shoulder and I felt her move her lips to my ear. Then in a barely audible whisper Gail said, ‘Ri?’ I just sounded “Hhhmm.”

“Baby, he’s been playing with my behind…,” she whispered, “between my legs. You want to love me now?” I didn’t answer quickly and Gail whispered again, tentatively, “Do you want to fuck her?” she asked. 

Finally I spoke, “I don’t know…not if she’s sleeping.”

“Try,” Gail whispered, her lips tickling my ear, “Then you can love me. I’ll let him touch me while I watch you.” I was surprised, she was usually so jealous, then again, I’m sure she didn’t view Vivian as a challenge. I as silly as it seems, I was jealous of his touching her.

If Sandor knew we were talking I was sure he couldn’t hear what was said. I squirmed to a better position and moved closer to Vivian, then lifted the blankets to mount her. Her legs opened for me. When I was over her I pushed her panties aside with the head of my cock and let my cock touch her pussy. She was very wet. She was ready, waiting, for this to happen. When I found her center and started to press forward, Vivian simply raised her legs pulled her knees slightly up toward her chest. My clock slid forward into the wettest tightest pussy I have ever felt. I couldn’t believe how snug she felt, it felt as if my cock were being squeezed. I slid forward, not too slowly, and soon my cock was completely buried. I could feel her heat, every twitch of her body and even her heartbeat. 

Vivian didn’t make a sound. I still wondered if she was asleep. Only when she softly placed both hands on my waist was I certain that she was taking me. I felt movement and I looked toward Gail. Her back was still toward Sandor. There was quite a distance between his upper body and Gail but now I noticed that his body angled and that his lower body was flush against her behind. Gail reached out and touched my lower arm. I could feel her moving because of his pressing against her. She quickly removed her hand and I thought she was taking his cock to guide it into her, and I started to feel jealous,

Just then Vivian started to moan. Very softly, in a low toned “Hhuugh, uh…hhuugh, uh,” with each downward thrust that I made. She started to tremble and every few second she twitched, and with each twitch I felt her flood inside. After the first twitch my cock made squishy sounds. Her sounds changed to soft whimpers of “Huhmmm, uhmmm,” as she finished her orgasm. After three or four more strokes her legs started to spasm as I slid into her, and she placed her hand on my chest, signaling me to stop. She was too sensitive now, or had simply had enough.

I moved off Vivian and lay again beside Gail, my very hard cock making a distinct protrusion under the cover. Gail reached to touch me and felt for my cock. She held it a moment, then wiped her hand on the sheet, and then took hold of me again. “Touch me baby, she said.

I moved until my face was opposite hers and I placed my hand on her breast. She was still holding my cock, just holding. I started squeezing her breast then running the flat of my palm across her nipple. It was already hard. I placed the back of my hand on her nipple and tweaked it between two fingers, rubbing the top of it with my thumb. Gail sighed, then stiffened and her body flexed. 

At first I thought the sign was from her sensitive nipples, then, I sensed that she was moving her groin. I slid my body down, enough to place my mouth over her breast, and I allowed my right hand to slide down her waist and slowly over her hips. Her left leg was crossed in front of her so my hand came to rest on the back of her left thigh. I inched my hand forward to see if Gail had Sandor’s cock inside of her. She didn’t make a move to hinder my advance, and I wondered if she was too far into it to care. I wrapped my hand around her thigh then slid the side of my hand upward. At first I didn’t know what I was touching, and then I realized it was Sandor’s cock, and it wasn’t inside Gail, it was between her legs. I quickly jerked my hand away, surprised and shocked, more so that I had touched his cock, than with what he was doing.

Gail hands took hold of my head and she urged me upward. When we were level she raised her head slightly to fix her mouth on mine, and we kissed. She pressed her breast hard against me, and I sensed frenzy in her lovemaking. Our tongues swirled and I explored her mouth and lips and chin. Gail reached between us searching for my cock. That I had been so aroused by Vivian, and knowing that Sandor was sliding his cock through her pussy lips as he moved between her legs, had me bursting with arousal. 

Gail had my cock in hand, “Put it in me Ri…” she whispered into my mouth, She let go of my cock and reached her hand behind her. moving her groin forward at the same time. She had taken hold of Sandor’s cock and slid it away from between her legs. I edged a little lower and Gail, still on her side, put her legs one atop the other. First I placed my cock between her legs then, using my hand I pushed it upwards until I brushed against her pussy. She was wet, dripping wet. I pressed forward over her pussy lips and found her center. Gail angled forward to help me, and I pushed until the head of my cock started the slow slid into her belly. She was so wet that even holding her legs together didn’t help tighten the silky soft wet space that engulfed my cock. 
”Did he come in you,” I questioned, whispering into her mouth, ignoring that Sandor was there and may be able to hear me. 

“No,” she said, breathing in flurry’s as she angled to slid my cock deeper into her, then after finishing her movement she added, “I’m so turned on baby, I came when I watched you… he was touching me…that’s why I’m so wet.” She sounded almost apologetic.

Slowly we came closer together until we where body to body, both on our sides with our legs closed. I humped forward in short thrusts which were mostly moving the flesh of her legs and pussy without sliding in or out very much. Gail seemed to enjoy it, and she pushed into me as I humped upward. At one point she had both her hands on my arms, trying to force me deeper and begin a rhythm. I thought I heard the squish of her wetness as I moved in her. 

Sandor whispered to Gail, I couldn’t make out what was said, but she reached her left arm behind her again, and now I could clearly feel her movement. She had Sandor’s cock in her left hand and was rubbing it on the cheeks of her behind. I could feel when she pressed then slid it up or down, forcing her cheeks to move and open. I could only imagine which places she was choosing to rub his cock against. She withdrew her groin from me so that my cock slipped half way out of her. I put my hand at the base of her back trying to keep myself inside the silky warmth of her pussy. I was focused on my wanting to cum in her, and I needed for her to concentrate on me.

I squirmed my head between the pillows to lay my head level with hers. My mouth was at Gail’s lips. She opened her mouth and I inched closer flicking my tongue across her lips, just wanting to feel her breath, the wetness, the being open mouthed and close. I writhed into varying positions trying to inch my cock further into her. Gail finally sensed my need and moved her groin forward allowing the full length of my cock to slide into her, and when it did, she sighed an “Aaahh,” breathing the sound into my mouth. 

I was so concentrated on cumming that I had forgotten that Gail was holding Sandor’s cock at the same time. Suddenly she was moving her left arm quickly, causing the bed to shake slightly. Gail was rubbing Sandor’s cock against her behind in quick movements. I could now hear his breathing, and slight moans. She rubbed his cock between the cheeks of her behind and at the lower part of her pussy, and one time even brushed it across the base of my cock. Gail started to whisper, “Do it now, cum…do it.” I didn’t know if she was urging me or him. Though I had slowed my humping motion, she still reacted with a sigh into my mouth every time I pushed back into her. 

Suddenly Sandor groaned, “Eehhh,” and I felt the jolt of his body through the bed, as he started to cum. Then Gail voiced, “Aahh…yeess.” and she pumped hard against me. I quickened my humping trying to cum too. My emotions where flipping back and forth between wanting to cum and listening and feeling how Gail was making him cum. Her arm continued to move and I felt her push his cock downward through her cheeks, winding up at the bottom of her pussy again, still spurting bolts of cum, now between her legs, and even on my balls. Sandor’s cumming triggered Gail and she let go of his cock and sighed, “Aahhh, uuhh,” while whispering, “do it, do it baby.” Her hand no longer moving as she started to cum, her whole body trembling and she whispered “Do it, aaahh…ohh baby,” twitching with each surge of her orgasm.

That was all I could take. I shoved my cock forward, burying it to my balls and I whispered into Gail’s mouth, “I’m cumming baby.” From somewhere outside myself I heard a mournful drawn out moan, as I squirted bolt after bolt of cum into the belly of my wife. I felt like I was sinking, my head reeled. I held Gail with all my strength. She, in turn, wrapped her arms completely around me and rolled me onto her, as she rolled left on to her back. And, I heard her voice as if from an echo box, saying, “Oohh yes baby, do it Ri…oohh yes.”

Time stood still. Both of us embraced, Sandor was forgotten. I rolled over exhausted and lay beside Gail. It was one of the most intense orgasm’s I had experienced. A moment later Gail was on her side again, with her upper body raised, and her head above my face kissing me, on and on, and I felt her tears, and didn’t understand why she was crying.

We all slept exactly as we were. Vivian was the first one to wake and her movement woke me. I felt funny, being in this strange house, cum dried on my cock and balls. Gail rushed to the toilet covering herself with a pillow, her bare and beautiful behind still bearing evidence of Sandor. He called a taxi for us and in minutes we were on our way. It’s was only six thirty and I was hoping we would be able to sneak in without Gabriela and Giancomo noticing. In the car Vivian was quiet, sweet actually, she looked searchingly at my face, wondering what she had said last night, cautious because she did not realize, or remember if Gail knew. Two days later when I had a chance to speak with her she commented, “I hope that when Gregory and I are your age, he’s as close to me as you are to your wife.” I later mentioned it to Gail and we both wondered where she could have concluded anything about our relationship, except if she were awake that night in the bed, when we all made love.

We went out to the breakfast area to join Gabriella and Gaincomo for a late breakfast, but they were still in bed. The housekeeper said they were awake, so we dilly dallied until they came out. We shared parts of where we wound up last night, and soon were on our way to another day on the beach. 

By early afternoon I was ready for a nap, as was Gaincomo, but the girls had undying energy. At one point I walked to the waters edge and allowed the strong surf to wash the sand from beneath my feet; leaving little mountains for me to balance on, until the final foamy flow left me back on flat sand. Gabriela joined me and we laughed and occasionally leaned upon one another in an effort to stay balanced. 

She volunteered that the men they left with last night were a gay couple that owned a house in Symi, and that one of them was a well known TV producer. Giancomo had spent the time trying to interest them in the possibility of a TV special on a planned new resort in Bariloche in Argentina. 

Gabriella s

Later that evening as we were getting ready for dinner, Gail and I were discussing how relaxed and comfortable these last five days had been. “Maybe we should plan next year the same way,” I suggested.

“Yes,” Gail responded. “Gabriella suggested that we propose something to Giancomo. She thinks it’s the only way she’ll get him to take a holiday next year.”

“It’s been fun with them, don’t you think?” I asked.

“Very,” Gail answered, and then she added, “What were you and Gabriella talking and laughing about today?” 

“Nothing really, we were laughing about…” and I explained standing on the surf and sand.

“Do you care about her?” Gail asked. 

“Very much,” I answered.

“You know in what way I mean,” Gail responded.

I remembered that it was not smart to joke when she asked me about Gabriella. I stopped behind Gail and smiled into the mirror. “No baby, there is no one, anywhere, that I feel that “way” about… except of course you.” And, I moved close and pressed myself against her panty clad behind. With both my hands on her hips I asked, “Why were you crying last night?”

There was a long pause. I thought Gail was recollecting the moment and filtering her thoughts. “I was happy,” she simply stated. She must have felt like that was not enough, “You came so hard, with real abandon, I was happy that I could do that to you. That moment, I could feel that you loved me”

It was my turn to pause, digest. “Not just that moment pretty lady,” I said, “I love you every moment.”

“You know,” Gail continued, ignoring what I said, Gabriela’s in love with you.”

“Don’t be foolish,” I said, “Gabriela is in love with life. She’s too vivacious, too tuned to life, She loves challenges…I’m a challenge.” Then, thinking the last was unkind, “I mean that in a nice way.” 

“I know how women think,” Gail insisted, “and she’s almost told me so.” 

“I think Gabriela is different,” I said. “She’s so sensitive and such a good people reader that she can see things before they occur.” Then, jokingly, “Maybe she has occult powers…maybe she’s really a witch,” and I tickled Gail’s sides.

As I was walking away Gail responded. “If she was, you can bet she’d put a hex on me and hook into you.”

Cornelious, our taxi driver, had recommended a restaurant and we agreed to go there. It was our last night eating out. Tomorrow the housekeeper was making dinner, and the two Germans and Vivian and Gregory were coming over. 

The girls looked fabulous this evening. Their skirts were too short, and you could tell they wore no brassiere. But that was how all the girls were dressed. What made our ladies special was the perfect legs, the shaped behinds, and the grace of their carriage…they looked elegant. As we walked into the restaurant behind them Giancomo commented, “Wouldn’t it be nice to just walk in and out of restaurants with them, all night long?” I turned to look at him with a broad smile of agreement.

We went to the same locale as last night. Gabriela grabbed me the minute we entered and danced with me for ten minutes. I saw Gaincomo dancing with Gail, then lost track of them. The music played continuously so we finally walked from the dance floor. As we neared the DJ stand, we passed Gail dancing with Sandor.

We sat chatting a few minutes and Gail returned, alone, and mentioned to me that Sandor “is here” and that she was dancing with him. Two strange men asked our ladies to dance, and while they were gone a very buxom lady came to the table and asked Gaincomo to dance. He did, and she turned out to be outrageous. She was holding her hands under her breasts, dancing provocatively, and Giancomo responded in kind. Soon a group of people were around them clapping, and urging them on. Giancomo was good, and soon the crowd was cheering the kindly teasing manner he reciprocated to her every bump and grind, without making fun of her. Our girls had joined the crowd and watched, though I did notice that Gail’s dance partner was mighty close behind her the whole time.

When Gaincomo returned to the table we all chided him. He was glowing. A man came to the table, the buxom lady’s husband, and thanked Gaincomo. It was getting late and we were all tired. “We should go soon,” I said. Giancomo nodded just as Gabriela pulled his hand urging him to the dance floor with “this is my song.” A few seconds later Sandor was there. He could barley look me in the eye. When Gail saw him approaching she actually blushed, her neck showing it in red blotches. When he was still a step or two away, he looked at me for approval and I smiled, and they danced away.

A good while passed and I walked toward the restrooms. When I exited I noticed two doors with push handles that a couple had just gone through. I pushed the handle and it opened on an outside parking area that couldn’t be seen from the front. Across the parking was a wall with fifteen or twenty cars parked one behind the other. Huge trees hung over the wall making an effective shelter over the cars. Towards the end on my right Sandor’s jeep was parked. I stepped outside and walked toward his car, and when I could make out the red color I turned to go back inside. The doors were locked. I turned to the left and walked toward the front. The lane narrowed to a driving lane and a single line of cars parked against the buildings. I walked to the end but it was closed off and chained. I turned back walking between the cars and the building. The double doors opened and a group of people poured out. I was too far away to get to the open doors.

The group that exited split up and three people walked toward me, stopping halfway and getting into a car. The other people walked across the parking area to their right. It looked like Sandor and Gail. It was dark, but the flash of white clothing made me believe it was her. I stopped and waited until the other group pulled out, Their lights helped. Gail and Sandor were walking toward his car, holding hands. They passed the drivers side and went around to the passenger side. I could hardly imagine that Gail would leave with him. They were standing between his car and the wall, too far away and partially hidden, for me to see what they were doing.