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Gail and Mark

By: HADRIAN M



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

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

For our holiday this year, we traveled business class at the expense of the shipping company we were involved with in Italy. During the flight Gail and I talked about the Christmas visit from our friends from Italy, Giancomo and Gabriella. It was the third time they had visited us in Chile, and we liked that it was possibly becoming habit. Each summer we would spend most of our holidays with them. This year's summer plans were to spend almost three weeks on Giancomo's yacht, the Gabbiano, sailing the Mediterranean. 

We cleared customs in Paris and flew to Nice. As was our custom we rented a car in the airport and we started the short drive to Antibes.

Usually we would first stop in Cannes to visit Tamara. However, just before we left Chile our friend in Italy, Gabriella, called to tell us that Tamara had an emergency trip to the U.K. and would not be in Nice when we arrived. That changed our plans somewhat, and when we arrived in Nice we headed for our favorite hotel in France, the Hotel Du cap in Cap d' Antibes. We had called for reservations just five days ago and were told no rooms were available, but we finally prevailed after calling back for a fifth time.

The Hotel is perched on the top of a ridge about 20 to 30 feet above the sea. Our plan was to relax and sun for three days before we went to Monaco to board the boat. We arranged a cabana when we checked in with plans to spend as much time as possible relaxing in the sun, before heading to Monaco.

The twenty one remaining days of our holiday would be spent aboard the Gabbiano, a magnificent yacht owned by our friend Giancomo. Marbella Spain was our first planned stop and Giancomo suggested we then sail to Tangiers.

The cabanas are irregularly arranged between the Mediterranean and the hotel. Pathways connected the cabanas with one leading to the sea, which was about fifteen or twenty feet below our cabana. The way the limited space was arranged gave each cabana reasonable privacy. Only if we stood on our patio could we see the patio and entry to the cabana on our left or right.

Gail went into a corner of the dark cabana and undressed, then tucked a towel just above her breasts. When she stepped out to the patio she laid another towel on her recliner, then slowly took the towel from around her and lay naked face down on the recliner, and I coated her with sun lotion. 

A young man brought sliced fresh fruit on ice and coffee that I had ordered. We dozed lazily, hardly talking for hours. I sat up and stretched for my book, planning to read. 

Moments later I heard talking and looked up to see a young couple walking toward our patio busily chatting, carrying wide canvas bags. I watched as they approached, the man, on the left of the pathway, would walk directly beside our patio. I wondered if he would be able to see Gail's naked legs and behind as he walked by. 

The young lady was about Gail's height, refined looking, with her short blond hair perfectly cut in layers. As they approached I recognized English. She carried herself beautifully, her long neck giving her an air of haughtiness. She was looking straight ahead while walking and talking, they exchanged comments, and I noticed her yellow swim wear covered by a thin see through beach blouse that hung to thigh length. 

As they walked by our patio the man looked up at me and smiled, "Morning" I said.

He nodded, "Good morning." 

The woman looked at me, while continuing her conversation, and without so much as acknowledging my existence; she continued talking and looked away. From the side she looked thin, small breasted, and very elegant.

As they passed I could see that the back of her swim wear was indeed a thong. In the ten or fifteen seconds that it took to watch them go by, I thought, "She is stunningly beautiful."

They walked into the cabana on our left.

Gail raised her head. "Would you put more lotion on my back please," she asked. I stepped over and sat on the edge of her recliner, squeezed several dollops of lotion on her back and behind. "Might as well have fun while I rub," I commented.

Gail questioned, "Did someone just pass by?"

"Yes, a young couple," I answered.

Gail twisted her head to look up at me, eyes, squinting, and a hint of a smile at the corner of her mouth. She looked so beautiful at that moment. "Could he see me?" 

I shook my head, "I don't think so." I was rubbing lotion on the cheeks of Gail's behind. "They are in the next cabana," I said.

I had been reading in the sun. It was hot. Gail was lying on her back and the view over her shoulder across her breast was to her painted toes was enticing. I took the two steps toward her recliner and sat on the floor beside her, resting my hand on her upper thigh. "Why do we feel so comfortable when we are in France?" I asked. 

Gail looked at me with a knowing smile, "I know why," she replied. "Ask me that again when I have an hour to tell you." Gail raised her right hand as a shield against the sun, "Plus, it's like coming home." 

I nodded, "Want to go in the water with me?" I asked.

"Not if you're going to the sea, the water is too cold," Gail answered. Edging my feet into my flip flops, I grabbed a towel and started toward the water. "Careful," Gail chimed.

I walked the short distance and stopped at the edge of the small cliff looking out over the Mediterranean. It was just like when we did the same thing looking out over the pacific when in Chile. When you can't see the other side, they all look ominous and deep. In a few days we would be on the Gabbiano sailing this sea.

While standing there I saw movement to my right and turned to see the young man from the next cabana walking toward me. For a hotel that was full there certainly wasn't much movement in the Cabana area.

The young man approached me and asked, "Is this where you go into the water."

"Yes," I replied. "There's a ladder there," and I pointed to my left. "Or you can jump in from up here."

He walked closer to the edge and looked down. "It must be fifteen feet. Is it deep?"

"It's very deep," I added. "There's also a pathway down, and again I pointed further left."

"Have you every jumped from here?" he asked. "Yes, I have," I nodded. And before we both jumped, laughing, we stood together and exchanged considerable small talk.

His name was Mark. He and his wife were from Connecticut. It seems that his wife's parents were regulars here at the Cap, and for the first time in many years they were unable to come. So Mark and his wife were given the gift of a paid holiday. I later found out they were staying in one of the better suites which were usually impossible to get. Mark did not seem terribly excited about being here. He commented that he preferred the Caribbean.

Mark and I screamed as we jumped into the water. And as we were rising back to the top I let out a silent scream because the water was so cold. Mark surfaced shaking his head, "My goodness this is cold," he gushed.

We swam around just feet from the ladder first out, them back, trying to warm up. After maybe five minutes I headed for the ladder, and Mark followed.

We toweled off, still chatting, as we started back toward the cabanas. As we approached our cabana I walked a few steps ahead and spoke over the bushes and small wall that surrounded our patio. "Gail, I want to introduce someone." Mark sensibly stayed back a few feet, while Gail stood up and placed a towel over her breasts allowing it to hang in front to cover herself. 

We quickly caught a brief glimpse of her left breast in the process. "This is Mark, our Cabana neighbor, and your countryman," I introduced. 

"Hello Mark," Gail almost whispered, "Sorry I can't offer my hand," and she motioned to the towel she was holding in place. Above her hand her chest was red, she was blushing.

Mark nodded and answered, "Good morning...afternoon," he corrected, smiling." Sorry to make you get up." Gail just stood smiling. I could see that Mark was taken with Gail's nakedness, even though we couldn't see anything. His eyes were glued to her face; it looked like he didn't know what to say. After some seconds he offered, "Well, I'd best get back to Carol, see you later."

"Wow," Gail announced after he had gone. "I was almost naked." 

"You were naked," I countered. "Except for the towel hanging crooked in front of you."

Gail looked down, even though she was already sitting in the recliner. "Did anything show?" she asked. 

"We could see the very top of your leg. I wanted to tear the towel away and look." Then I added, "I'm sure he felt the same way. He'll be thinking about that tonight."

"Thinking about what," Gail asked, "My leg?" her face was flushed. "I hope you're right and he didn't see more..." She didn't finish the sentence but added, "He's so young."

"Twenty six," I said, "and they have a three year old child."

I could hear talking from over at Marks cabana, but I could not make out what was being said. Then I heard a women's voice, it was Carol. I watched her bent over, probably rummaging through a beach bag, "I asked you to pack it," she said loudly because Mark was inside the cabana. "We can't lay out here in the sun, I'm already getting burned."

I didn't say a word to Gail; I just stood up, picked up our sun lotion, and started toward Marks Cabana. As I approached Carol was standing sideways to me, her behind completely bare thanks to the thong. As I neared I said, a little too loudly, "Hello," then in a normal voice, "I heard you talk about sun lotion. I'd be honored if you would accept to use ours." Carol stood looking at me, no smile, but not unfriendly. Mark came out from the cabana, smiling, and introduced me to his wife.

Carol finally spoke. "Thank you, we forgot to pack ours," she said. 

"You mean Mark forgot to pack it," I responded.

Mark laughed. Carol finally broke a smile which I found enchanting. We made small talk for a moment more, and I returned to our cabana. 

Half hour later Mark and Carol strolled by our Cabana. I was outside, waiting for Gail to freshen up. "We're heading for the restaurant, can we bring something back for you."

"That's kind," I said. "We're headed there as well, we'll walk with you. Just then Gail stepped out and we introduced the girls to one another. We lunched together. The girls chatted like old friends. Fashion, movies, and both girls were jealous of the others life style. Gail of her motherhood, Carol of Gail's work and, as they referred to it, that she lived "overseas."

Mark was into sports, knew everything about baseball, football, even tennis. I was astounded. He knew records of players and more. I told him that Gail and I would be playing tennis in the morning since the clay courts were only steps away from the cabanas. Later, at lunch, we agreed to play doubles with Mark and Carol. 

Both Gail and Carol asked so many questions about the area that we simply asked them to join us at dinner as well.

We met in the bar at 8:30. Gail was dressed in dark green silk slacks, brown open sandals with colored ceramic stones, and a beige pull over silk blouse with three buttons at the neck that were open. The sight of her slacks which fit softly around her behind, and her breast moving beneath her blouse, was exquisite. My enchantress. I knew there was nothing underneath her pants and blouse.

The girls had spoken about what to wear and Carol was dressed the same way. She wore light linen slacks and an embossed cotton shirt. My mind was screaming with desire by the end of the evening because the embossing made seeing the movement of her breast too occasional.

We drove to Cannes, dined, walked through the casino, and returned to the hotel bar. Wherever we went the girls caught everyone's attention. The waiter in the restaurant was so taken by the girls that his constant mistakes became the butt of our laughter all through dinner. Standing to the side of Gail he tried to look down her blouse. In front or to the side of Carol he did the same. I too was trying to see Carol's breasts.

At the hotel bar we ordered one drink and danced for about an hour. We changed partners once, for about a ten minute period. Carol masterfully kept the small talk from being at all personal. I held her close; she comfortably stayed near, but nothing personal enough to cause me to anticipate anything. 

Gail later called it a perfect evening, though she said that Mark felt hard the whole time they danced. She excused it to his youth. 

When we were in bed we cuddled, touched, and talked about the first time we were in this hotel and relived some of the interesting moments.

In the morning we breakfasted in our room and went to play tennis at 10 AM. Carol and Mark were already waiting. Mark was decked in full tennis gear with wrist and head band, and a selection of several racquets. He looked the pro. Gail and I are dedicated tennis players and we easily won two sets and we all enjoyed the game. Afterwards Carol suggested, "You guys set us up," she laughed. Let's switch partners and play again this afternoon." We all agreed. 

We returned to our rooms to shower and carried our tennis gear back to the cabana. Gail settled in for some serious sun. I joined her by lying face down on the recliner so that I could place my book on the floor in front, and read. I wore my red Tommy Bahama trunks, Gail was naked. 

Ten minutes later mark and Carol came up to the cabana, "You look comfortable," Carol said. As I looked up Carol had her hand outstretched with a tube in her hand. "Here..." she said. 

Mark's attention was fixed upon Gail's naked behind. Gail was lying with her head facing the walkway so he was looking at her from shoulders downwards. Gail rose slightly using the towel beneath her to partly cover her breasts. 

"Thanks for the sun lotion yesterday," Carol said, motioning for me to take the tube. 

"Are you giving us back the borrowed lotion," I asked.

"Well, yes," Carol smiled.

I didn't respond and I noticed that her smile faded, it looked like she thought I was offended. 

Gail watched the exchange. I was looking at Carols hand with the Suntan cream, "I can't take that," I said. Then, after the long pause, "maybe I can accept a payback if you rub the cream on me." 

Carols expression changed, first wondering, then to a knowing smile. She looked at Gail who was also smiling at the exchange. Carol nodded several times, her deep blue eyes studying me, and then finally, with a knowing smile she said "I can do that. I'll be right back." Carol and Mark returned to their cabana to unload their bags. 

"You're so fresh," Gail said. She had lain her head down again. "She'll do it you know," Gail mumbled over her arm. 

"I hope so," I responded, and then added, "You think Mark is in love with your behind?" I asked.

"He seemed fixated," Gail said. "Kind of flattering considering Carols beauty." 

Carol returned about ten minutes later and stepped onto our patio. I laughed. "You don't have to do this Carol," I said. 

"No, no," she insisted. "I'm going to rub this cream on you." 

"I'm ready," I said. I set my book aside and lay face down. I felt bad that I had tricked her. Carol started to rub the cream into my back and I was on fire with her touch. I didn't sorry now. 

She and Gail exchanged a few words about shopping in Cannes. Carol was sitting on the side of the recliner. Her thigh was pressed against me; rubbing in the cream was more like a massage. 

Carol casually mentioned that she had called for a massage in the room. "Do you know how much they charge?" she asked. She didn't wait for an answer. "It would have to be Gold finger giving the massage before I paid that much. I canceled," she announced.

Gail and I both laughed. I turned over on my back and Carol rubbed the cream across my chest and arms. "How's that?," she asked, and rose to leave. She had spent all of two minutes rubbing me with sun cream.

We ate salads for lunch in the beautiful outdoor dining area. The girls had covered up with shawls and shirts but still caught the attention of everyone in the dining room. Gail and Carol were easily the youngest ladies in the room. 

When we finished we sat in our cabana and talked, the girls mostly chatting with one another. Gail told them about our plans to sail on the Gabbiano. She wondered why Carol and Mark had not been to France before. Carol, with an annoyed nod towards Mark commented, "Because he always wants to go to Jamaica. He has this crazy fantasy about me...," she stopped, caught herself and laughed, then continued, "He has wasted three years of holidays." Mark looked at me with a smile, his hands lifted as if to say, what have I done now.

Gail changed the subject, guiding the conversation. "Rian suggested we invite you to Monte Carlo for dinner tonight," Gail said. "It's about an hour drive."

Mark answered, "We'd would love to see Monte Carlo," and while answering he looked at Carol to acknowledge approval.

"Okay," I said interrupting the talk. "How are we partnering for the game?" No one answered. "How about carol and myself against..."

Gail interrupted. "Why not gals against guys. You can spot us." Carol seemed to like that idea.

I offered to spot a 15 love start but Gail suggested a 30 love advantage. I tried to bargain but Mark was confident we could win. "What do we win or lose?" I asked.

Carol asked," Money?"

"No, not money," I countered. We bantered back and forth until I suggested, "How about the loser gives the winner a 1 hour massage. Mark liked that idea; Gail laughed and commented that whoever won her massage would be a loser. I quickly said we switch partners. I thought I could sense Carol's intelligent eyes studying me for a moment then squinting with the hint of a smile. But we all agreed. 

It was about 3 o'clock when we started to play. The game went well enough for Mark and I but Gail was too good a player for a 30 love spot. Gail played almost all her rallies to Mark, and we lost. We went back to the cabanas, changed into swimwear and rinsed off under the shower at the pool. The girls went first and returned to the cabanas. When Mark and walked back to the cabana Gail was already lying on her stomach on our patio, still in her bikini. Mark walked into our patio, and I walked toward their cabana. 

Carol had placed a towel on her recliner and was standing beside it. She had taken off her bikini and was wearing her thong swimsuit. "Ready for the best massage ever," I asked. 

There was still no suggestion in the way she looked at me, when she answered, "I certainly am. I can't believe I get a massage for free."

Carol lay on the recliner face down, with a towel under her forehead. Her thong disappeared between her cheeks and I was blessed with a view of her perfect behind. I used sun cream as massage oil and I started at her feet. I coated her feet and began pulling each toe, squeezing her calf's rubbing with the base of my palm from ankle to knee. I spent 10 minutes just on her feet and lower legs. Most of the time I was looking at her behind. In spite of bending her lower leg, and some movement, her legs were together the whole time. It was very erotic just touching her and I could understand how men could get caught up in touching a woman's feet.


Gail and Mark



I skipped the upper part of her legs and started on her back. I could feel the tension in her neck and I rubbed and massaged, softly, then with more force. Her first words, mumbled between my rubs, "You do that so well Rian. Gail is lucky." I loved hearing her say my name.

"I'm enjoying it too," I answered. Suddenly I realized that I hadn't even thought about Gail since returning. I glanced over towards our patio and had to concentrate for a moment. I could see the upper part of Marks body, and his head was bowed with the center of his attention beneath him. I was on my knee's looking across or over Carol.

I worked on Carols back up to the top of her behind for fifteen minutes. When I reached for her left arm and started to rub from upper arm to her hand, she again spoke. "This is wonderful. It's the best massage I have ever had," and she twisted her head to look at me, "Really," she added.

I rose to get a towel to put under my knee's which were aching. Carol looked to see what I was doing, or maybe she was worried I was stopping. "My knees hurt," I explained.

"I'm sorry," she said, then laughing into her arm, "I still have another twenty minutes, don't I?"

"You sure do sweet lady," I answered, then suggested, "It would sure be a lot easier if I just sat straddled on your legs." Carol heard me but did not respond. When I was ready to start again I asked, "Can I do your lower back and butt?" 

No answer. Then I heard a "Hhmm..." with a long hesitation, "I don't see why not," Carol answered.

I felt a twinge between my legs as I placed cream on my hands and immediately started at the middle of the cheeks of her behind. I worked roughly at first, trying not to make it feel to intimate. Carol actually sighed. I started kneading the cheeks with both hands then pressed both cheeks outward while rubbed down to her thigh. The next time upwards toward her back. When it felt like Carol was most into it, I softened my pressure to make it feel as sensual as possible, rubbing both hands softly from outside her legs, across her cheeks, and joining at the crack of her behind, then moving downwards. Carol countered with a slight pelvic motion, and I was pleased. I asked her to turn over. As she turned I glanced over toward our cabana. Mark seemed to be leaning forward. His head was bent, looking down. He lifted his head and it rolled back. He didn't seem to be moving, as far as I could tell.

When Carol finished turning over she softly said, "That was the very best behind massage ever." She smiled ever so slightly; her deep blue eyes seemed relaxed, partly closed.

I started at her feet again. I bent her leg at the knee and for the first time I could see between her legs, the thong perfectly covering her vagina. "Please be good," Carol said softly. Her eyes were closed.

My cock was throbbing. I would have gladly massaged this beautiful creature all night long.

I massaged her feet again, her lower leg and her thighs but always on the outer side of her thighs. It was painful not being able to touch the inside of her thighs. Her legs stayed closed. 

I noticed that Mark was now walking around on our patio. "It must be an hour already," I said. "They're up and about, but I sure hate to stop now," I smiled. 

"Me too," Carol said. "That was a fast one hour." Carol laid her hand on my arm and looked me in the eyes. "I loved it." 

I returned to our cabana and helped Gail gather our belongings. I called over to Mark and the four of us walked back to the hotel. 

When we entered our room Gail disappeared in the bathroom. The room phone rang and I picked up. "Hello lover," Gabriella intoned. 

"I wish," I replied, "But one day when you stop teasing, I will."

"Promises again?" she questioned, and then asked, "Is Gail available."

I walked to the bathroom door and tapped, "Gabriella is on the phone."

"Chat with her for a few minutes," Gail called out, "I'll be right out."

Gabriella asked what we were doing and I filled her in on our day. I mentioned Mark and Carol and that we were going to Monte Carlo for dinner. 

"Are they nice," Gabriella asked.

"Very nice," I answered.

"Why don't you cancel Monte Carlo for tonight, and bring them when you board the Gabbiano. They could stay on board for the night since we will be a day late. Giancarlo is still in Milano."

"I'm sure Gail would love that, but we have to ask them."

"It's only two days," Gabriella noted. "Would you love that," she teased.

In the sexiest voice I could muster I whispered, "I'd love that. Here's Gail."

While the girls were talking I browsed through the bathroom. I thought it strange that she closeted herself so quickly when we returned. More so that she didn't open the door right away to take Gabriella's call. I wondered how far she and Mark had gone.

When Gail hung up we discussed Gabriella's offer. "I think that's terrific, and they'll enjoy it," I offered. Then I asked Gail, "You like them, don't you?"

"Yes, I do," she answered and added "but we have to spend some time visiting with Peter, before we sail." 

"They'll start back in the early afternoon. We can meet with Peter for dinner," I suggested. Peter is an American businessman that lives in Monaco, a friend that we met in France some years ago. He would be disappointed if we didn't at least visit for a day.

Gail took the phone again and called Marks room."Hi Mark," she began. "We're calling to see if we can cancel this evening," and she went on to explain the plans we hoped they would agree to. I watched the French news, which I barely understood, while I listened to Gail's conversation. 

It sounded like Carol had taken the phone and Gail was explaining further. Finally, Gail repeated the invite for them to spend the day with us in Monte Carlo, then overnight on the Gabbiano. Gail later explained that Carol hesitated for a moment then said, "How cool."

We met at about 8:15 at the hotel bar. Our dinner reservation was 8:30. The bar was crowded but Mark and Carol had managed a small round table and four chairs. Gail wore a dark green on green silk dress that I loved. She had a colorful Hermes silk scarf tied around her waist. Her dress fit snugly, and I imagined there was nothing underneath. So did all the men in the room. The simplicity of her attire was enticing.

Mark was the best judge for how attractive she looked. His mouth was agape, he stared without standing. Carol looked to Gail smiling and said, "You really look great," and no sooner was Gail seated, they started talking about the way her hair was done.

Carol was simply dressed in a blue blouse with three buttons undone, and a white low cut sleeveless shirt beneath. She wore a darker blue flared skirt that fit snugly on the top half, with the bottom half pleated and flared, and very short. Her shoes had no back and a very small heel. Her legs were crossed and her shoe half hanging. She was angled with her legs to the side of the table, facing me. How she managed to sit in that short skirt without flashing her panties was beyond me. We had a magnificent meal, shared a bottle of wine, and ended back at the same table in the bar, talking and dancing. Mark almost exclusively danced with Gail. I alternated between Gail and Carol. The dance floor was not near out table so we were unable to watch one another. 

During a slow dance when Gail and Mark were not on the floor I held Carol especially close. The scent of her hair, my leg almost between hers was enough to make me hard. I did nothing to hide it. I'd move from time to time to stand squared off with her and I let her feel me press into her. I thought at one point I felt her respond.

When Gail and I were in bed we chatted. I ran the palm of my hand around and around her nipples. She held me in her hand moving and squeezing, but not trying to take it any further. "Was Mark sitting on your legs when he massaged you? I asked.

She answered softly some moments later, "For a while, yes." A long pause later, "Did you sit on Carols legs?"

"No," I answered.

"I was frightened when the older couple walked by," Gail said.

"What older couple?" I asked. "Why frightened?"

"I guess you didn't see them. We didn't until the last moment. Mark was excited... he was hard. I was worried they would complain at the front desk." 

"You mean they saw his cock?" I felt Gail nod her head. "He took his trunks off?" I asked. Again I felt the nod. "Did he try to put it in you?" 

Speaking softly, Gail answered, "He tried, he pushed from time to time, but we didn't."

After a long pause, I asked, "Were you turned on?" 

"Yes," Gail whispered. 

We were out on the tennis court again the next morning. This time I partnered with Carol against Gail and Mark. If Gail and Mark won, then the boys gave the massage. If Carol and I won then the girls give the massage. This time we played an even game, and my side won. We went back to the cabanas, put on our trunks, and walked back to the showers by the pool.

Gail and Carol rinsed off and walked back ahead of us. When Mark and I arrived, the girls were both in our cabana. Mark walked in and sat on the recliner, waiting. I walked over to their cabana and lay a towel on the recliner then lay face down, waiting.  

"You look ready," Carol laughed as she came into the patio area. She went into the cabana and returned just moments later with a small bottle of oil, and she had changed from her bikini to her thong bikini. My groin tingled. 

Carol came to the recliner and knelt beside my left arm. I turned toward her and in the nearness could not help but marvel at her beauty, the paleness of her skin. I noticed her eyebrows were a dark blond color; her lips were moist and slightly parted. Her dark blue eyes were clear, innocent looking, they reflected trust rather than lust, and I noticed that even her eyelashes were a dark blond. "I'll try to do a good job" she offered, smiling.

"I'm sure I'd even enjoy your bad massage," I said, emphasizing the word "your." 

Carol tapped my arm lightly "You men," she responded. "Look at Mark. He can't wait to get..." she paused, she sounded frustrated. 

I twisted around to look at her," I can understand that." I answered. "I feel the same way about you, now. I can't wait to have you work me over."

"Take your trunks off,' she instructed with a laugh, "I'll get a towel," and she went into the cabana and returned with a towel.

""At least it's inching, just inching forward I thought," I thought. Carol poured oil on my back but continuing to talk. "We've never met anyone like you and Gail," she said. "You're both...Mark and I think you're both very special. I'm so glad I met Gail." 

"How about me, I quickly added. Again I twisted to look. Her smile made my heart skip. "You too," she said.

Carol started rubbing in earnest. She squeezed around my neck, the muscles at the top of my shoulder. "Oh, that feels so good," I muttered. I could feel Carol moving her legs. I had had the same problem yesterday; my legs were throbbing from bending in one position. "Why don't you sit on my legs," I suggested.

Carol didn't respond. A good minute went by, "Would you mind?" she asked. 

It took me a moment to figure out what she was asking. When I finally answered, I tried to sound nonchalant, "Of course not," 

Carol sat across my lower back facing my feet, and proceeded to rub my legs stretching toward my feet. The rubbing, and her weight on my behind as she stretched, had my heart racing. I wondered if she could see my balls. My cock was tucked under my stomach and pressed throbbing against the recliner. Two or three minutes later she stood up and turned to sit on my upper thighs, my behind at her fingertips.

"I hope I can do it as well as you did yesterday," she softly commented. Her hands rested on the left cheek of my behind. It felt like a fist. Slowly she relaxed and her hands were now softly skimming over my behind, kneading, bringing me close to cumming.

"Rian," Carol said. 

"Hhmm, "I responded. 

She started, "You know...well," she stumbled, "You know, I like doing ...I like being frisky but, we don't think..." 

I interrupted her. "I understand Carol," No need to explain. But I was thinking about her saying "We."

The mood changed. Carol slid off my legs. "Turn over," she instructed,

I had twisted around to look at her. "I can't," I countered.

She smiled, "Turn over, use the towel, I'll be gracious," she said.

I rose on the side of the recliner that was away from Carol. Covering myself with the towel I lay down on my back and pressed my hard cock to my stomach. She was smiling.

As Carol stretched to sit on me I couldn't help but stare at the wisp of material that barely managed to cover her pussy. I noticed that she looked over towards the other cabana. Fortunately I had moved the recliner further back so they were not in our line of vision.

Carol was sitting on my upper legs with my cock jutting out in front of her. I was covering my cock with the towel and pressing it down at the same time. She started by rubbing my shoulder and outer arms. When she moved forward her crotch settled on the bottom of my cock which was enough to hold it down. I moved my hand away and indulged myself in feeling her heat. I would open my eyes from time to time to look at her barley covered pussy. She ignored my gaze.

When Carol moved forward to place her hands near my neck, she slide frontward over my cock. It was nestled flat between her pussy lips separated by that tiny strand of cloth. She finally locked eyes with me and I saw the beginning of that look that signals excitement. I was already hopelessly in lust. I was glad she was affected too. As she rubbed around my neck and shoulders she would move her hips just enough to create an ever so slight humping motion.

It felt wonderful. Whenever I opened my eyes I'd focus on her thong covered pussy and she smiled, acknowledging. My eyes were closed; I had been fighting my instincts to push back, when Carol leaned far forward and brushed her lips against mine. I opened my eyes, she lowered her head again and this time we kissed. My head started to spin; our tongues danced softly, mouths opened wide, then wider, as we sought to go deeper, to feed the desire that was obviously simmering within both of us.

I placed my hands on Carols hips and allowed my hips to rise, to press hard against her. 

Carol stopped kissing but kept her mouth open, and almost in my mouth. She raised her hips which allowed my cock to spring upwards then she slid forward until my cock was behind her. When she pressed against me she slid down, once more capturing the length of my cock between her pussy lips, but on the top of my cock now. As we kissed she rubbed against me. I pushed and lifted and moved her so I could feel her chest against me. We were as close to being lovers as you can get considering the strand of material between us. When I started to tremble she stopped. I would have cum had she continued.

Carol sat up, placed her hand on my chest and proceeded to raise herself. "I'll bet we've been at it more than an hour," she offered, and then whispered, "I haven't done that since college. My...that was exciting," then, of all things, she giggled. 

I stood without covering myself. Carol looked at me smiling, "You look very handsome now," she teased. "The massage really helped."

"You were wonderful," I said, while stepping into my trunks, and I made my way over to our cabana. The patio was empty. I walked inside, not knowing what to expect. Gail and Mark were sitting in beach chairs in the darkness of the cabana. It took a moment for my eyes to adjust. They were on opposite sides of the cabana talking. 

I exchanged a few words with Mark, and he then left for his cabana. When Gail and I went out to the patio to lay in the recliners I thought she looked relaxed, like after sex. 

We lunched with Carol and Mark. We were all happy doing nothing. It seemed we were content to do anything that allowed us to get our hands on one another, without admitting that we were aching to have sex. 

Later that afternoon they came to our cabana and invited us to swim in the sea. To my surprise Gail agreed and we walked to the edge where you can jump in. It took some moments for the courage to rise, but we all jumped in. Somehow Carol was a few feet from me when she surfaced, shouting how cold it was. Gail was chattering strong enough to stutter her talking. Not even a minute went by and I swam to the ladder, and everyone followed. I waited to allow the others to climb up; Mark went first then extended his hand waiting for Gail. I watched Carols behind as she climbed. At the top Gail had taken a towel and quick stepping called behind her, "I'm going into the pool," and Mark followed. 

Carol picked up her towel and started toward the Cabana, still shivering. I arrived just behind her, "Lay down on the recliner," I instructed. She did and I immediately started rubbing her roughly, first her back, then her legs, and finally her behind. Her cheeks were so cold that I just held my hand still, to warm her.

"That feels good," she said. 

I began to knead her left cheek, when I heard her sigh. I moved to the other. When she didn't protest I slid my hand under the top of her thong bikini and started to pull the strip out of her cheeks. Still no protest. I lowered the bikini to just below her cheeks, and moved closer and put my face, my cheek, against the cheeks of her behind. Her legs were still closed. I moved my face in a rubbing motion and let her feel my breath against her.

Again she sounded a soft "Mmm."

"Can I sit on your legs," I asked, I had already stood up and started to take my trunks off.

"Yes," she whispered, without looking.

I looked down the pathway from the pool and didn't see Gail or Mark, as I stretched my leg around her and sat below her behind. I pushed her thong a little lower and simply leaned forward so that my body was completely over her, and my hard cock resting between the cheeks of her behind.

Her back still felt a little cold. Her hands were under her head with her arms in a butterfly position. I placed my hands on her arms and started to move my hips, gently pushing my cock between her cheeks. I was looking at the nape of her neck, her short hair perfectly tiered exposed the tapered alabaster length of her neck.

Without moving her head Carol softly spoke, "We can't Rian...they'll be back in a minute."

I humped against her one more time and pulled back sliding my cock out of her cheeks. The tip of my cock was now pointed at her pussy but, instead of trying to push into her I slide myself between her legs, into the tiny triangle at the top of her legs, below her pussy. I brushed as best I could against her pussy. Carol moved quickly, my cock popped loose, and she twisted herself under me until she was lying on her back. 

I was surprised, thrilled. I lowered my head to kiss while I slid myself lower in order to put my cock between her legs again. She didn't resist. Her legs were still together. When my cock was sliding past her pussy I reached my right hand between us and pushed my cock upwards. I felt the head of my cock find her entrance, and I pushed forward just enough to signal entry.

Carols hand gripped both my arms. I stopped, waiting, wanting to feel her willingness. Carol moved her hips and the head of my cock slipped in about an inch. I heard a sigh, "Uhhh" and I couldn't tell if it was me or Carol. I was ready to bury myself deep inside her when we heard Mark speaking. I looked up from the recliner and couldn't see anyone at our cabana. Carol's action was immediate, frightened, and she was already crawling out from under me. I hurriedly put on my swim wear. 

We sat for a few moments trying to act nonchalant, but no one came. After a minute or two of cooling down, we walked over to my Cabana, and joined Gail and Mark.




Gail and Mark



The three days at the hotel were a repeat of the first. We wanted to go further but it somehow never came into the open. If Gail was permitting Mark, I didn't know. She said no. We were content to sit around the hotel, going nowhere, simply anticipating the next chance we had to touch one another. Mark and I wound up automatically partnering with each other's wife, with no protests from the girls. 

We were leaving with them the next day to spend the day in Monte Carlo, with Carol and Mark planning to overnight on the Gabbiano. Carol invited us to dinner in their room, which had an alcove with a formal round table for four.

"I hope you don't mind that I ordered dinner for all of us," Carol questioned.

The girls were both dressed casually. Gail wore a short white skirt with a large blue and gold circle design on one side. Her white cotton short sleeve shirt was a thick enough weave to look dressy, but still allowed us to see the marks made by her nipples.

A trolley of assorted liquors and ice served as our bar. We sat around drinking and chatting until the food was rolled in on two tables, and served in the dining alcove. Carol cleverly instructed that they do not return for the dishes, that we would roll the table into the hallway. 

After dinner we sat on the dark balcony looking out toward the sea. The balcony was the length of the suite, maybe twenty to thirty feet long, with two huge arm chairs and two recliners. We moved pillows from inside to make the arm chairs more comfortable. Gail sat in my chair, partially on pillows and partially on my lap. We chatted, and watched ships in the twinkle on the horizon.

Carol was sitting with Mark in his chair, her legs draped over the arms, and he was expertly massaging her feet. Carol explained how he had learned to do that during her pregnancy. Gail commented, "Does it feel as good as it looks?"

"Better," Carol answered. "Come here, you try it," and she gingerly rose and moved the pillows around to make a space for Gail . "That's not necessary," Gail said, embarrassed at how quickly Carol inconvenienced herself. I also thought that Gail was comfortable and really didn't want to get up.

"Come," Carol said, standing beside Mark, she was mostly in silhouette except when she was standing in the reflection of the lights inside the suite. Gail went to sit in Marks chair, sinking into the pillows on his lap. When her legs were hanging over the arm Carol said, "Just a minute." She walked to the balcony doors, opened and entered the suite, and returned with another pillow, "Sometime the back of my legs hurt," Carol said, and she placed the pillow over the chair-arm under the bend in Gail's legs.

Marks chair was toward the front right side of the balcony, my chair was to the left and a foot or two further back. I could see the right side of Marks chair, and by slightly turning, also look inside and see the TV.

Mark started to rub Gail's feet. Carol walked back into the suite, shut the lamp, leaving the TV as the only light in the room, then returned to the balcony and slid the door closed. "I hope I'm not the orphan out," I said to Carol.

She walked to my chair, "Why would we do that?" she responded, and she turned sideways and sat on some pillows with her legs bent over my legs. She was sitting on my left side facing sideways, looking toward Marks chair. Once she settled in It didn't take me long to realize that she was open to me, that simply putting my left hand out I could touch her tummy. I looked over toward Gail, and realized that Mark had the same opportunity with Gail, maybe better because Gail's legs were raised.

It started out that we were all talking, we watched the ships at sea, saw a shooting star. They asked lots of questions about Monte Carlo, where we were headed tomorrow morning, and where they would be staying on the boat, the Gabbiano, tomorrow night.

My left arm was resting at Carol's waist, stretched across her lap, my hand on her left thigh, softly moving. With her legs bent her panties or thong was visible but almost disappeared in the fluff of the pillows. I moved my right arm so that I could touch her legs, and I soon went to touching between her thighs with half of my right arm between her legs. Little by little I moved lower and soon fingers were lightly moving over her thong. I felt her tense when I first touched her but there was no movement to stop me. 

By now, we were mostly talking between ourselves, more like whispering. When I started to move my fingers beneath Carol's thong she reached to lightly place her hand on mine, not stopping me. I soon had one, then two fingers sliding through her moist lips, touching her clit up, then down. Her right hand was holding my left shoulder and the pressure and movement from that hand signaled to me her response to my fingers sliding around between the lips of her pussy. 

I glanced over to Gail. I couldn't see her face in the shadow, but I did see that Mark was still rubbing her feet. With one hand at least. I recalled a time when Gail was sitting on a guys lap, and he had his cock inside her the whole time they were together, and now, I couldn't tell. 

My fingers found the center of Carol's pussy. I slowly circled then edged the very tip of my finger into her. The heat surprised me. She lowered her right hand from my shoulder and moved it down the outside of her leg until she had her hand on my thigh, and then moved her hand to my cock and pressed against it through my pants. I pushed my finger further in and she softly sighed.

Her hand pulled at the elastic waist band of my pants then moved down my stomach through my pubic hair and gripped my cock. I felt her finger slide over the head spreading moisture. When she had a firm hold of my throbbing cock, I pressed the whole of my middle finger into her and she breathed an "Uhnnn."

I tried not to be too conspicuous to Gail and Mark so I restricted my advance to moving my fingers in her. We were both numb from the days of mounting desire.

Carol slowly pulled her hand from my pants and took hold of my right arm with both hands and pulled my away from touching her, and stood up. She spoke loud enough for Mark and Gail to hear, if they were listening, "I'm going to call for some Champagne," and she tugged urging me to follow. She pulled the sliding door open, waited for me to enter and then closed it again. 

When we were inside she went into the bedroom for a minute or two, probably calling room service. I tried to look out the window to the balcony to where Gail was, but the glass only reflected the shadowy mirror image of the room. 

I picked up several pillows decorating the couch and sank into one end of the three cushion couch. With the arm of the couch on my left, and the pillows stacked on my right, , placed a pillow on my lap, and waited for Carol to return. 

"Let's stay here on the couch," Carol suggested, smiling as she walked towards me from the other room. I 

Tapping the pillow I beckoned for her to sit on my lap. She stood beside the couch, and turned sideways, I quickly pulled down my jogger pants and underwear to about mid thigh, and Carol sat on my lap leaning her back on the arm of the couch. I could feel the warmth of her leg on my thigh. It took her a moment to realize that I was bare beneath her. "We're being bad Rian," she whispered, almost nose to nose with me, "But... I want to," she quietly added. Her head turned and we were mouth to mouth, tongues searching, I was so excited I felt giddy.

I reached my right hand between her legs and pulled my cock from beneath her leg and started to push against her. She had taken off her thong. The realization caused me to gasp, Carol "hummpd," in my mouth when she felt my response to her naked pussy.

I rubbed around until I was centered then raised my buttocks enough to start to enter her. Carol moved a little forward and my cock started to slide deeper. She was wet. Halfway in she started to sigh and moan, "Oh my goodness...oohhh Rian," raising herself to better center me, and pushing me deeper into her belly. 

When my cock was buried in her she wrapped her arms around my neck and whispered in my ear, "I've wanted to do this," again she breathed "Uughh...yes," as I shifted back raising myself to push hard against her. 

I stopped moving, "Let me just be in you for a while," I said, "you're beautiful...it feels beautiful to be in you. 

"Yes... me too," she whispered, which made no sense to me but under the circumstances, it fit just fine.

"Can I cum in you," I asked.

A very long pause later,"Do you think they can see us?" she questioned.

"I think it's too dark in here," I answered, adding, "At the moment, I don't think they care."

"Mark gets jealous," she said.

"Did he ask about us?" I questioned. 

Carol nodded, then as an afterthought, "Yes."

I moved my cock in her and she moaned softly in my ear. Her head was resting on my shoulder, touching the back of the couch behind me. I was sliding more easily in her as her wetness increased. "Is Gail jealous," she asked.

"Sometimes," I answered.

Again I moved. She pushed herself forward, gently grinding against my cock, "Oh Rian, it's beautiful." After another thrust she whispered, "I'm more excited than I have ever..." Carol paused then almost speaking to herself she whispered, "If I had known." 

"Known what," I questioned.

She was thinking about answering. I waited. "Mark's been asking me for three years, to do it with... with men... when we go to the Caribbean." She paused, adding, "With black men."

I squeezed my groin to make my cock pulse in her. Hers response was a spontaneous humping motion." Her pussy was very wet. "And you wouldn't?" I asked.

"I won't," she answered with more volume than our previous exchanges. "You're different Rian," even Gail is different. "She's so beautiful...I'm not jealous." After a long silence, "Do you think they are making love?"

I laughed, took her face in both hands and kissed her lightly, "So many questions, I commented, adding, "If they're doing anything I hope they're just fucking."

Now it was Carols turn to laugh.

Moments later in a more serious tone, "I can't believe I'm doing this," Carol said, "and that I want to do it." Carol was thinking, even with my cock buried deep in her belly. Her clit felt as large as a mini cock. She was still thinking, examining herself. We both were quiet for some time when Carol, ever so quietly added, "You can cum in me Rian."

I started humping upwards, lifting her with each stroke; I reached my hands under her shirt and rubbed from one breast to the other, tweaking her nipples. My mouth was stretched wide, tongue probing, delirious with passion, trying to crawl into her. I reached my right hand between us and touched her clit, felt all around my cock at the wetness that she created, placed my left hand on her back and slowly reached behind to touch her cheeks and rear hole. I worked my hand forward, under her, and followed the wetness to her pussy.

Carol was moaning, she whimpered, she hugged and kissed me, repeating, "Oh Rian, Oh Rian," again and again. She started to tremble and then to shake, the moans became constant whimpers, her hand repeatedly brushing across my forehead, brushing my hair back. Even in the darkness I could feel her blank stare, like she didn't know me, then she kissed me with more absolute passion, softer than I could imagine. 

I held her face, pumping back with a rhythm that she seemed to need, squeezing my cock to make it pulse, pushing at angles to touch her everywhere inside. She was kissing my eye; I searched for her mouth and felt wetness. Tears were flowing, copiously. Still, "Oh Rian, Oh Rian," with moans and sighs. The trembling increased, and she exploded, "Uuughhh, uuhhh," like the steam sound from a locomotive, she sighed. The trembling became small quick jerks, slowly subsiding until she sucked in air in a deep breathy sigh. 

Carols hand went to touch my arm to signal she was too sensitive now, and then she rested her head on my shoulder and went limp.

I was lightly rubbing her back; my hand lay still on her thigh, close to where we were still coupled. My cock still deep inside her. She seemed to be comfortable having me there. I noticed movement on the balcony, and became frightened that Gail or Mark might see my cock slipping out of Carol. I pulled out. The quick movement caused Carol to stir. Without moving her head, she kissed my neck.

The movement I saw was from Gail and Mark. They were standing at the edge of the balcony. Enough light reached them to shadow their movement. I rose and Carol went into the bedroom. After settling down, I opened the balcony door and walked outside. When I was close to the door I saw Mark holding Gail's arms, they were kissing.

The only time I felt jealous all night was now with Gail and Mark kissing. I faked a cough, "Hey you guys, it's getting late... we should get going."

Gail walked from the balcony, took my hand and we stepped into the suite. Mark followed. Carol never came out of the bedroom. At the door Gail kissed Marks cheek, "Goodnight," she said. Mark smiled at me, "Goodnight Rian," he said, and we confirmed our 9:30 morning departure.

Of course the moment Gail and I were in bed we started with the "Did he, did she," questions. Gail was doing a good job with the "Did she," questions. It was so expected and so unreasonable, that Gail started to laugh and I soon joined her. We were now making fun of ourselves by saying the questions we would have asked, then laughing at the questions and the silliness of even asking.

I touched Gail and she opened her legs allowing me to explore. She was wet. "You came," I asked, or rather I stated.

"Yes," was Gail's response.

I was laying sideways, my very hard cock pushed hard against her thigh. She reached her right hand down and encircled my cock. "Oh my goodness, feel how hard ..." she said, with some surprise in her voice, as she squeezed me.

Before long I moved on top of her and began what turned out to be ten or fifteen minutes of passionate loving. We kissed I sucked on her breast while moving inside her, I moved her onto her side and sat upon one leg while the other leg was bent at the knee and pushed up, toward her chest. I was pumping deeply, she had her hands on my behind controlling my rhythm. 

Gail cried, "Oh Ri," she sighed deeply, "Aahh, I'm cumming again," and at that moment I lost control and began to cum, gushing deeply into Gail as she urged me to cum, using her fingers to signal or urge me deeper.

I was so excited when we started that even after I had cum I remained inside her, still hard. I again moved inside her but sensed she had enough. She was slowly running her hand around my lower back and behind. I started questioning her again. "Did he...was he big?"

"I don't know?" Gal whispered.

I digested the answer. "You said...you climaxed."

"I did." 

"Why...couldn't you tell?"

"With his mouth," Gail said, still rubbing my behind. She was toying with me.

"Did he come?" I continued.

"Yes,"

"With you...using your mouth?" I persisted.

"No," Gail responded, "He came on my leg." She paused, "When he was doing it to me."

"So you didn't make love?" 

I was still lying on top of Gail, my cock buried deeply in her belly. I was supported by my arms, raised just high enough to look down at her; she was still softly rubbing my behind, something she often does.

"Yes, no I didn't make love," Gail said, adding "And if you did anything... I hope it was just fucking." It was a testy response and strange to hear Gail use that word.

"Did he try?" I kept on.

"Yes," Gail laughed, "He certainly did."

"You didn't want... what about...?" But Gail interrupted.

"I didn't want," she simply stated.

"How about...what about these last days? I inquired.

"What about them Ri," Gail answered. "It's been relaxing, fun, but Mark isn't... I don't have interest him."

"But you seemed so willing..." again Gail interrupted, with the hint of a smile started.

"You're the one that was willing Ri, you've been starry eyed since..." she stopped, I guessed that she was too relaxed to argue over it, and I was moving my cock from side to side as my mind was wondering if I should try to cum again. 

"I didn't want to spoil it for you," Gail added.

We kissed. I did not fuck my wife, I loved her, slowly. She held me close, both hands curved on my shoulders, urging me into her, begging me to cum, again . Her feet were hooked on my legs, above my ankles, we went on and on for five or ten minutes, then I felt the beginning rush, and cum churned forth filling Gail with surge after surge of boiling semen. I was holding still, pushed into her, allowing the release to empty deep in her belly.

Some minutes alter Gail laughed. "Twice in half an hour," she said. "I should make a deal with Carol."

"Gail, how can you," I mumbled jokingly.

Gail rolled on her side, toward me, dragging her pillow near and placing her head at my shoulder. "Tomorrow will be interesting," Gail whispered directly into my ear.

"I hope," I said smiling in the dark.

Gail hit my shoulder, "Smarty. Maybe I'll spend the day with Peter."

"Would you want that," I asked, not joking.

"No, just thought I'd tease you." Gail placed her arm across my chest and we slept.

The next morning we had our luggage packed into the car, then joined Mark and Carol for breakfast. After breakfast they picked up a small suitcase at the concierge desk, and we were off toward Monte Carlo. I drove traveling the old sea road and Gail and I tried to make it a bit of a tour for them.

Gail was wearing Bermuda shorts and a sleeveless shirt that fit loosely. She wasn't wearing a brassiere. She rested her left hand on the back of my seat as she talked to Mark and Carol. I was sure that Mark was able to see her breast under her arm.

Carol was wearing a short denim skirt and a white short sleeve cotton shirt. She had flat sandals that made her legs look a mile long. She wore little makeup, and no jewelry. Her long neck and short hair gave her an air of aloofness. She sat behind Gail and I would occasionally glance at her. She was ravishing. Carol sensed my appreciation and signaled with the slightest hint of a smile,

We were pulling up alongside the Gabbiano around mid day. Carol commented as she looked up at the boat, "You must be joking." 

Captain Charles was waiting, as usual, smiling as he first took Gail's hand and leaned forward like bowing, then turned to me smiling, "Mr. Rian, It is our great pleasure to have you on board again Sir." I felt proud as I introduced Mark and Carol. I thought it was the same thing he said last year.

Charles walked us aft and below, saying "It's your usual cabin, Mr. Rian. He led Mark into the next forward cabin, and the offered to show the boat. 

Showing them the boat was a fifteen minute discourse in exclamations. They were in awe, loved it, it was beautiful, and more. Carol went to Gail and kissed her cheek thanking her for the invitation.

We asked Charles to book dinner for us because the restaurant knew the Gabbiano name. After unloading in our cabins, we gathered on deck. Our plan was to show them some more of Monaco, and then the girls wanted to shop. That evening we planned to dine at our favorite restaurant, visit the casino, and go dancing.

For two hours we drove around the town. We dropped the girls off at the Holiday Inn and Mark and I drove to the tennis club, and over a beer we watched the players. We returned to the Gabbiano and I chose to rest for a while. At 7:30 Gail came into the cabin with a handful of bags, excited over her finds.

I left our cabin while Gail showered and readied for dinner. I tapped on Mark and Carol's door as I passed and asked them if I could fix them a drink. Mark came out and we went up to the lounge deck to let the girls get ready first, and then ready ourselves for the evening.




Gail and Mark



"Is the restaurant something special? Mark asked. 

"Bice. That's the name. Yes, but the food at the Hotel Du cap is better. What's special is the ambiance, exciting, lots of pretty people," I smiled.

"This yacht is beyond any expectation we had," Mark began. "We couldn't imagine..." then pausing a moment he added, "This whole week was unexpected. Carol was always against...things."

"Do you and Gail always..." Mark couldn't figure out how to ask gracefully.

"Always play?" I asked.

"Yes,' Mark sighed sounding relieved.

"Not really," I answered. "But then again we rarely meet people as special as you and Carol"

Mark informed, "I was against coming here. Thought that Carol's folk's holiday place would be boring."

"Are you glad you came?" I prompted.

"A lot more then glad," Mark volunteered, "Gail," he said, "I can't believe how...she is someone special, you're lucky." I was nodding with a slight smile, while assessing Marks comments.

"Do you get jealous/" Mark asked.

"Of what?' I questioned.

"When Gail makes love with someone else," Mark offered. I could tell he had a difficult time saying that.

"Of course I do," I volunteered. But my jealousy it is not enough reason for me to want to discourage her.

"Does it turn you on?" he asked in a questioning tone.

I nodded, "Yes. I'm sure that plays a part."

"Me too," Mark again volunteered. "Carol tells me everything, I get a little jealous. But, I'm glad for her." The conversation was making me uncomfortable. I sensed that Mark may be fishing for information. I looked at my wristwatch then stood. "Say, we'd better move. I need a shower before we leave, and we both went to the stairwell to the cabins deck.

Gail was bent forward in front of the mirror doing her makeup. She was wearing a light green thong. Her bare behind was a magnet and I stood behind her chatting, rubbing my hand over the perfectly shaped cheeks. Her slim waist and small behind gave her a very young girls figure.

I told her about my chat with Mark. "I think he wanted to talk about Carol," I said.

"I hope you didn't ..." Gail started. 

I interrupted, "No. I found reason to leave."

I had moved back and was sitting on the edge of the Jacuzzi tub.

Gail offered, "Yesterday he asked me if you were jealous. I said that I thought you were."

"That's what I said as well," then added," He suggested that he made love with you."

Gail turned away from the mirror to look at me, "Hmm, that's interesting," then she smiled coyly, "Are you fishing my love."

Mark and I were sitting in the lounge waiting for the girls. We both had on blazers. Mark with a blue shirt and tie, and me with a white shirt and tie.

Carol came up first. I actually sucked in air in awe. She wore a dark blue dress that was cut low in front. It had a beige stripe that ran from her right shoulder down to the left thigh. The dress was a silky material that hung to mid thigh. The left side was a slit at the seam, open to her upper thigh. The beige strip ended at the opening on her thigh and drew your attention to her perfect long legs.

Carol was so perfectly made up, so simply, that I was enchanted. She wore a thin gold chain that hung just above her dress line, with a small gold diamond crusted heart resting on her chest. Her long neck and the pale coolness of her skin made her an enchantress. Her high heel shoes gave her an added elegance and tightened her legs making her a stunning figure to behold.

Mark and I were still taken with Carol when Gail walked in. "What a fortunate man I am," I thought to myself. Gail was wearing a jersey dress with a grey and white finely woven design. A wide orange sash about six inches high was wrapped around her waist. The front of her dress had a wide v neck opening that narrowed down toward the sash. Just a turn or bend of her shoulder would show her breast. 

Gail's necklace was a fine white gold chain, interspersed with a few stones. She was in medium height heels, which made her almost my height. Her makeup was impeccable as was usual for Gail. She had learned at an early age and remembered her aunts instruction, "Picture what you want to do, then do half." Gail was never over made up. Her dress, though not overly tight, gave the impression that there was nothing at all underneath.

Gail and Carol admired one another, chattering on about shoes and hair and more. It sounded like they had preplanned their outfits for the evening. 

Mark and I exchanged knowing and proud smiles. "The taxi is waiting," I said, and we all headed toward the rolling gang-walk.

Monaco draws young and attractive men and women, and Bice had their fair share this night. We were seated at the table next to the one we sat at the first evening we celebrated with our friend Giancomo and Gabriella. Mark and I sat back on the end, with our back to another table. Carol was on the bank, facing the dining room and street, which was a step or two down from where we sat. Gail was facing Carol, looking toward the large wall mirror.

Gail attracted a lot of attention when she went to the rest room just before dessert and coffee. I saw a man rise and follow her to the WC area. It had happened here before. Men often waiting outside the WC area, asking girls for their telephone numbers when they came out of the washroom.

I asked Gail when she returned. She acknowledged that the man had tried to chat with her. Mark was surprised. "There would be a fight if that happened in the states," he said. I nodded in agreement. It certainly would have when I was in New York as a student.

The girls drew a lot of attention as we walked out. Mark and I stayed a few feet behind to view the scene. The girls, walking slowly, chatting, oblivious of the looks they were receiving. 

We took a taxi to the casino and spent an hour roaming through the beautiful rooms. Mark was particularly impressed, and left on his own to roam the rooms. I stood across the room as the girls stood a few steps back from a chemin de fer table. Within a matter of minutes they hand drinks bought for them. Two players seemed to have more interest in the girls. 

At midnight we all agreed to leave to go dancing. That afternoon, I had wanted to book dancing at the Karement but couldn't get a reservation. Gail took it upon herself to call Gabriella to ask for help. When we returned to our room in the evening, Captain Charles had left a note in our Cabin that said "Ms. Gabriella called, said you are confirmed at Karement at 12:30. Have Fun" signed, Capt. Charles.

We took another taxi to the hotel, all four of us squeezing into the back seat of the Mercedes. Once again Gabriella had woven her magic and we were escorted to a perfect table, a step up and comfortable distance from the dancing.

We decided on Champagne and after we toasted I danced with Gail. We danced the fast songs and cuddled close for the slow ones. 

"I noticed that you let Mark see your breasts," I said.

"You too," she said. "I saw you looking."

"Yes," I admitted. "You look terrific tonight," I said, "You're just starting to enjoy being here."

"Yes, I really feel good tonight," Gail agreed. 

"Do you mind if I dance with Carol," I asked.

Gail raised her head for a kiss. We kissed, tongues exchanged. "I don't mind, love," Gail answered. 

We went back to the table. Carol; was sitting there alone, some men were circling the table. "Where is Mark?" Gail asked Carol.

"He went to the restroom," Carol said, "Ten minutes ago," she added.

I waited another five minutes before Mark returned, and then I asked Carol to dance. We moved to the middle of the dance floor and I took her in my arms in spite of the rather upbeat music. For a few minutes nothing was said. Finally I broke the silence. "Everything all right," I asked. 

I felt Carols head nod, "Yes, everything is okay." Carol moved back slightly to look at me. "Sorry," she said, "Mark and I had words."

She continued, "He is still bothering me about last night."

I responded, "He asked me some questions as well, when we were on the boat. He said you tell him everything."

"Huh," Carol laughed, then asked, "You didn't say anything, did you?" her head was just above my shoulder, she was holding me tightly.

"Nothing, I didn't say anything." I added.

"Rian," Carol began, "I don't believe what I've done," the adding, "and what I want to do," she said, talking close to my ear because of the roar of the music.

I squeezed her in acknowledgement.

"It's really been wonderful. Is it..., do you think...what do you think about me Rian?"

"I think you are magnificent, and I'd love to love you tonight," I answered.

She continued, "Do you think I am bad...slutty?" 

"Not at all," I answered, adding, "But if you were, I'd love that too."

Carol tapped me on my back where her left hand was holding me. Then she reflectively Added, "Mark said I was being slutty."

"Oh Carol, I'm sorry," I said, then pressed on with "That's nonsense, he's jealous, maybe confused. He didn't mean that." I pulled Carol even closer and gently kissed her neck.

"You're very sweet Rian," she said, and then as if she had made a decision, and in a more cheery manner she said, "Tell you what Rian, I'm going to do anything you want to do tonight."

"Anything?"

More softly now, "Yes, whatever you want."

I moved her back a few inches and looked at her, then brought her back close to me, "Can I cum in you tonight?" I asked.

Carol pressed into me; my cock was pressed against her waist. "I want you to cum in me," she answered.

We had danced to the farthest part of the floor. People everywhere, men dancing by looking at Carol. We kissed briefly. Carol nested her head into my shoulder, her eyes closed, her groin pressed hard against me. I moved my hand to her behind and pulled her into me. I wondered if we were moving to the music.

I saw Gail dancing with Mark toward the middle of the dance floor. They were pretty much cheek to cheek. I had been dancing with Carol for a good fifteen or twenty minutes. "Let's go to the table," I said and I led her by holding her hand through the crowd.

We seated ourselves in the center, facing the dance floor. Carol was on my right. The table had a tablecloth hanging which blocked the view so I laid my hand on her thighs, right between her legs. 

Carol opened her legs and placed her hand on mine. I placed my upper arm against her to feel her breast. Carol smiled. I started to move my hand on her legs then slipped down until I was touching her skin.

With little pretense I slid my hand up to the top of carols legs and touched her panties. "I love touching you there," I said. 

Carol looked at me her lips arched in a smile.

I twisted my fingers around trying to get beneath her panties. She moved her right leg to give me access. I touched the puffy side of her pussy, twisted my fingers further and I could feel her wetness. "I leaned toward Carol and said, "Do me a favor please."

She looked at me wondering and I asked, "Please take your panties off."

"Here?" she asked.

I nodded a yes.

Carol looked around our table, we couldn't see Gail and Mark, she looked back to me and smiled, then started to squirm and wiggle out of her panties trying to be subtle.

When she handed me her thong she said, "I have heard about people doing this. I'm crazy ...and you're making me... I'm so excited."

I put her thong in my pocket and asked her to dance. This time I did my best to place my hard cock directly against her pussy. We were both dripping with desire. Ten minutes later we started back to the table. Gail and Mark were nowhere to be seen. 

We sat beside one another watching the dancers, the passersby, and looking for Gail and Mark. It was almost 2:AM. Let's make a round and see if we can find them. We searched the dance floor, we walked up stairs, we went to the restaurant side and then we returned to our table. 

We sat, waiting, while I was touching Carol most of the time. I had my right hand between her thighs with the butt of my hand pressed against her. From time to time she would push against my hand, or I would move slightly, which I knew was enough to keep her on edge. If I had put my fingers in her, I was sure she would have cum. The waitress stopped to ask if we wanted drinks, we thanked her and asked for our bill. With a surprised look she commented,"Your friends have already paid."

Taxis were waiting outside the club. Once on the way Carol leaned to me and we kissed, all the way home. I was touching her; she was slight breasted but a perfect handful, with sensitive nipples that hardened to my touch.

Once back on the Gabbiano Carol asked, "You think they are here?" 

"Why not wait here a moment, I'll try our cabin," and while she sat in the darkened lounge I walking down to our cabin. Gail was not there. 

I knocked on Carol's cabin door. No answer. I tapped again and opened it slowly, "Mark, are you here?" No one was there.

I went from the lounge back to our cabin holding Carols hand. I continued to hold her hand as I crossed the room, turned on the bedside lamp, and turned to her nudging her backwards to lean against a small desk against the wall. We kissed again, I loved her long neck, her head thrown back, and I tried to suck on her chin. I rubbed between her legs outside her dress. My hands cupped both cheeks of her behind, and then slid up her back, and again to her breasts. We were moaning in each other wide open mouth. 

I broke the kiss and stepped back. "Please give me your shoes," I asked. Carol look questioningly but lifted her foot and pried loose one shoe and then the other. I took both shoes to the cabin door, and placed them on the floor outside our cabin door. Gail would know we were in the room.

I watched Carol undress as I stepped out of my pants. When she lifted her dress she was naked beneath. She had a small tuft of dark blond hair above her vagina. She stood still, her chin raised, her breasts were small, the nipples engorged. I thought, "How can she look elegant standing naked staring at a man's hard cock?" But she did. Her beauty was punctuated by a femininity as well as a pride that was alluring. 

I pulled the bed cover back and she joined me on the bed. She lay full beside me and as we kissed I pushed my chest forward to feel her breasts. She had one hand on my behind and the other bent in front of her touching my face. 

I wedged myself between her legs and she opened to me, pressing her fingers into my behind. My hardness was pressed against the top of her thigh and carol unhesitatingly reached down and centered me at her pussy. In my mind I acknowledged that I was thinking "pussy," instead of as earlier, "vagina."

Carol's eyes were wide open, looking into my eyes, as I felt my cock head slip into her. I was raised enough to look at her. We made no sounds; no words were spoken, just my cock slowly slipping deeper and deeper into the warmth of her pussy, with Carol pushing against my behind urging me further.

When my cock was full inside, I held still. Carol was looking into my eyes, and then slowly started to lift her chin, bringing her head back. She took a deep breath then imperceptibly started to move. The feeling was so intense, I felt like I was swooning, 

Carol finally whispered, "Ohh Rian...It's...it's beautiful." 

I lowered my face to kiss her again. I was moving inside her, pushing all the way in and lying still, churning my tongue in her mouth. Carol stopped kissing me, placed both her hands on my arms, and began to push back, humping with my rhythm, "Ohh...Rian, I love it." Then just the sounds of our rutting together, then Carol again, Aghhh ...good, you make me feel..." she didn't finish the thought. 

We made passionate love, slowly, mostly gentle. Carol responded to everything I did, holding me, kissing, urging me with her fingers on the cheeks of my behind. She surprised me when she said in an urgent whisper, "Now... Ohhh Rian, now," and she started to tremble, and squeeze me to her with her arms and legs with such intensity that it hurt.

Carol slowly came down from her orgasm. My cock was still hard, still inside her. She had gushed so much that the bed was wet. 

"Are you too sensitive now?" I asked.

She kissed me, "Make love to me again," she smiled. Her blue eyes seemed full of warmth. I realized I had forgotten to turn off the lamp.

We made love for about twenty more minutes. Shortly after we started Carol began to moan and sigh, she touched my face with the back of her hand. Looked at me through hooded eyes, humped back at me, hooked her feet on my legs, and then pressed her heels into my behind. Carol was trembling; my cock felt the heat of liquid in her.

She was soft and firm; she was yielding and directing me. I kissed her and felt tears, I kissed her eyes and pushed forward as deeply as I could moaning "Uhmmm," and I erupted, with my cum gushing deep inside her, "Carol," I sighed, and again spewed inside her, burst after burst, I felt as if I were floating. She was clutching my shoulders, then my arms like she was trying to find a better way to hold me close.

It was magnificent.

We stayed joined for quite some time. Making small rubs, nothing spoken. I felt like dozing. "I guess it's time to get back down to earth," I said as I slowly withdrew. It was after 4: AM.

I went into the bathroom for a robe, when I returned Carol had her dress on. She was looking for her shoes. I reminded her they were in the hall. Just before she left we stood at the door and kissed. "Can I touch it again," she asked, reaching inside my robe while looking me in the eyes. 

I laughed, "You can even kiss it," I said. She actually knelt and kissed the head of my cock.

She picked up her shoes and we walked to her cabin. She opened the door quietly and started to slip inside, her last movement when she kissed her fingers and moved them toward me. I waited outside her cabin until the door closed, expecting that Gail would soon come out of her cabin. 

It was Carol who opened the door again. "They're not here," she whispered. 

"Why are we whispering?" I asked. "I'll bet they are upstairs," I said. I'll go check. I stretched to kiss Carol again and she closed the door.

I walked back to our cabin and placed a towel on the wet spot in the bed. I straightened up the blanket and pillows, and walked upstairs to the lounge. After lighting the bar I searched through the bottles for the Fernet Branca. I poured two fingers and walked out aft. I was standing on the port side looking out to sea when I heard a car. I walked over to starboard and watched Gail and Mark climb out of a beautiful SUV. Gail leaned in and was speaking for a moment or two with the driver, and then she and Mark started up the gang-walk.

Gail was behind Mark as they stepped onto the boat. She looked fresh and cheerfully called, "Hi sweetheart, you waiting up for us?" she smiled. 

Mark looked up and saw me. "Hello...Rian" He seemed to have forgotten my name. He looked a bit worn.

Gail and I started back to the cabin with Mark behind us. He disappeared in his cabin. Once inside our cabin Gail walked to the bed, turned around and fell backwards onto the bed. "I am exhausted," she patted the bed, "Come beside me," when I lay beside her Gail continued, "We met with Richard... in the Karement." 

"Richard who?" I questioned. She explained that when she and Mark were dancing they almost bumped into Richard. He was a young man traveling with his parents. We were on the Gabbiano for a week two years ago with an Englishman, Richard Sr. and his wife Evita, and their children Janice and Richard. 

After their surprised exchange Richard informed Gail that his parent were upstairs. "Would you like to say hello?" Richard cheerily asked. 

"Of course," Gail replied.




Gail and Mark



Gail followed Richard dragging Mark along by holding his hand. She knew he would go searching for Carol if left on his own. They went upstairs where Gail exchanged excited greetings with Evita and Richard Sr. They invited Gail and Mark to share their Champagne. A grey haired man, introduced as from Qatar, was sitting with them. 

Gail informed me, "They asked for you, I told them you'd be back in fifteen minutes. When I went to find you, you were gone." She shook her head from side to side and raised her right eyebrow. A sort of, you've been naughty look. "They'll be on the Gabbiano tomorrow," Gail informed.

I should have known that Giancomo would continue to work while on holiday. I also remembered that Gail had taken quite a fancy to young Richard during our previous cruise. Richard Sr. was an insurance man from Lloyds and did considerable work with Giancomo.

Gail and I drifted off to sleep. At 9:30 I awoke and went to the lounge, Carol was sitting near the opened sliding door sipping coffee. She looked fresh in a loose yellow cotton dress. 

"Morning...lover," she said her smile brightening the room. 

"Morning lovely lady," I replied, "everything go well last night?"

"Very well," she answered, raising her eyebrows in a shared secret way, her smile widening.

"I mean with Mark," I countered.

"I know, I was teasing." Carol continued, "He woke me to ask questions...again this morning." She raised her face to look at me as I sidled into the chair beside her, "I told him we played, but nothing more happened," then she huffed a laugh.

"Well, it happened," I added, and I'm certainly glad it did.

Carol looked to me smiling. "I'm glad too; that it happened...and how it happened," and she continued, "And that it was with you." After a long thoughtful pause, she added, "But I know Mark would not be able to handle it." 

I just nodded, enough had been said. 

Gail joined us and I judged from her exchanges with Carol, that she was not upset. Shortly afterwards Mark came into the lounge.

When we were all gathered in the lounge well walked together to the port entrance and took a taxi driving up Princess Grace and found a small café where we had breakfast. Carol and Mark were going to take the train to Cannes and taxi back to their hotel. We went back to the boat; they packed their small suitcase and readied to leave. We exchanged telephone numbers, promises, and lots of hugs, I even hugged Mark. They still had a long stay ahead of them in Cap d' Antibes.

Gail suggested that I shouldn't go with them to the station, so, we stayed on the deck of the Gabbiano, to wave goodbye to their taxi. I watched the elegant casualness of Carols walk from the gang walk to the car. She went to the far side of the taxi, and looked up to us one last time, then entered.

When their taxi took the turn at the end of the dock, Gail and I turned to head below. It's true she said, "Be careful what you wish for." 

We still had nineteen days of holiday ahead of us, the Gabbiano trip, our friends Giancomo and Gabriella arriving. From my standpoint, these past three days were great. Both Gail and I were looking forward to the rest of our holiday, and tonight we were going to have dinner with our friend Peter.