Catering For A Stag Do - Chapter 9 free porn video

Dave was looking into his open safe, there were a few business documents and the two very incriminating DVD’s, but his eyes were resting on the eight and a half thousand US dollars.  They only had a couple of bookings for January, which was a relief, as they had had functions coming out their ears for the last three months.  He transferred his attention to their function book and checked the details of those two bookings.  Neither was that large, Sally could handle them, as both were on a weekend and Adam liked help out on the weekends, just so he could be around Sally.

He came to a decision, picked up the phone and called a friend of theirs who worked at a travel agents.  He asked about booking a week or more at Bora Bora in French Polynesia, and when he put the phone down, he had a promise from the guy, that he would get right back with a quote.  

There was a double bonus in choosing French Polynesia; it was where Rufus had fired up his and Trish’s imaginations, with his story about his wife and a pop band there.   They had discussed and played out that scene in their bedroom on more than one occasion in the last six months.  The other reason for choosing Tahiti, being that Trish had taken French at school and had a French exchange student from Papeete stay with her, for all of her 6th Form year of secondary school.  So even though it was now a bit rusty, her understanding and speaking of French was more than passable. 

The travel agent came back later that day, with a deal to Moorea in Tahiti.  He explained to Dave, that Bora Bora was very popular, expensive and always packed with tourists. That was unless you could afford to stay at the most exclusive of their resorts.  For a much more reasonable price, he had found a great deal for ten days at a very smart resort on Moorea, with overwater accommodation that would normally be way out of their reach.  You will get a better class of guest there, it being where the wealthier French locals like to stay.

Dave confirmed the trip with him and asked about using US dollars to pay.  But the Travel agent told him that would be poor economics.  “You change the money into NZ dollars to pay me, meaning you lose in the exchange and then have to change NZ money into French francs up in Tahiti.  Much better to save your US dollars to use in Tahiti, as you’ll get a really good rate there for them there.”

So Dave transferred the money from their account to cover the fares and accommodation.   He raced home early, excited to tell Trish what he had booked for them.  He wasn’t worried about the kids, one of the grandparents would love to have them.  And Trish didn’t start back teaching until the end of the summer school holidays in early February.

A week later they were on an Air New Zealand Flight to Papeete. 

Once they had checked in at the front desk, they walked down a passage with shops to their left and the day restaurant to their right, then out into the open.  On their left was the pool bar and the pool on their right.  Then out onto to the beachfront and onto the overwater walkway out to their bungalow (Dave liked to call them Bure’s, which was really a Fijian word.). Their bungalow was the second one out from the shore.  Not many of the bungalows appeared to be occupied, as he only saw a couple with towels out on the private decks.

Once settled in their room, Trish grabbed a handful of the US dollars and headed for the shop.  She came back half an hour later with a white bikini and a Turquoise cover-all.  The cover-all was not the sort that you wore from the shoulder, but a much smaller one, that was all the rage around the pool, a very sheer piece of material that you just knotted at the waist.  The bikini much to Dave’s surprise was tiny, there were quite a few around the pool that were a lot briefer.  But compared to anything Trish had ever worn in the past, it was minuscule. 

Mid-afternoon saw them perched on day chairs around the pool, Trish working on getting some good bikini lines.  Dave checking out the topless ladies around the pool.  He had noticed that there were a couple of ladies sunbathing topless, down on the strip of beach that their overwater bridge crossed.  He mentioned to Trish that she could sunbath down on the beach topless, and the three-foot tide wall that you stepped down onto the beach, would give her some privacy.

Trish responded, “Good try mate, but I’m definitely not going topless, you just keep perving on all these other ladies by the pool.”

They were facing across the pool to the pool bar, behind them was a large grass area, where some families were spread out on blankets with their kids.  Then there was a kid's area, pool, and playground on the other side of the grass.  The other side of the kid's area was the main beach with the Aqua shed and tennis courts, etc.

Their first week just flew by.  It took Dave two days to convince Trish to go topless and once she had done it a couple of times she became quite used to it and worked on getting those beautiful breasts a golden brown like the rest of her body.  But they had not seen anyone in the resort that looked like possible candidates for their nocturnal fantasies. There were plenty of men interested in Trish, eyes followed her every time, she walked around the pool.  But the men that actually plucked up the courage to talk with her, were businessmen, looking for a quickie before flying home to their wife.   

Dave and Trish had analyzed extensively, what was on, and what was going to be no go during their holiday.  Trish in particular was not just looking for sex, she wanted to be taken out of the comfort zone, where she had existed for the last twenty years.  She wanted to try new situations that had men lusting for her, but not just cheap quick sex. Men suggesting and doing things, that would have in the past had her so embarrassed and horrified, but now really turned her on.  What she really wanted was to meet a pop band like in the story Rufus had entertained them with.  And there appeared to be no-one in the resort that remotely fit that bill.

They woke up to another beautiful day, with only four nights left off their holiday.  By this stage they had both resigned themselves to the fact that no illicit affair was going to happen.  Both were pretty happy with their break away and they had had some great sex in one of the most idyllic of settings on earth.

They spent the day by the pool, not alongside the pool as most of the guests did, but away a bit and facing away, more towards their overwater bungalow, which gave them a little privacy if Trish wanted to slip her top off.

The resorts deck chairs on this side of the pool were all in two pieces, there was the main body, which had the adjustable backrest, and a separate footstool that could be locked onto the main chair body with two small pins.  It was a good idea, far easier to shift around, and if you could use it just as a chair if you wanted and have the footstool as a table.  These days they would acquire one of these footstools from another setting, to place between their deckchairs for their drinks.

Once back lying on their deck chairs after lunch, Dave noticed from the courier of his eye, a guy turning his chair around to face them.  He took another surreptitious glance and saw that it was probably just to talk with his two mates that were on deck chairs facing the pool. 

He had noticed these three guys walk past when he and Trish were at breakfast that morning.   They were heading to reception, and he thought ‘checking out’, but then noted they only had small duffle bags and guessed they were off on a day trip.  They stood out, mostly because of their military bearing, but also it was noticeable that the other guests gave them a wide berth.   Dave understood why, they were all in their late thirties, looked extremely fit and athletic, but also quite dangerous and menacing.

He glanced towards the pool again, pretending to check out the bar, and sure enough, the guy was definitely checking Trish out.  He also took in, that the three of them wore only brief speedos, were tanned a dark brown, and had the sculpted bodies of very fit athletes.  Dave leaned over to Trish, “Don’t look around.  I think there is a guy watching you.  I’m going for a walk for fifteen minutes to see if he bites, I’ll bring you back a drink.” 

Trish made to object to his leaving, but Dave stood up and walked away before she got any words out of her mouth.  He looked in the shops for a few minutes then headed upstairs, knowing that the restaurant had huge, ceiling to floor windows looking over the pool and out to the main beach.

The upstairs restaurant had a dress code, but this early in the afternoon, no one was there, so he was not worried about his beach shorts and flip-flops.  He skirted around the right side of the room, and looked around the edge of the window frame, taking care to not show too much movement.  Sure enough, the guy was already over sitting on the edge of the deck chair Dave had just vacated, talking animatedly with Trish.  He noticed the other two guys nearer the pool, kept glancing over their shoulders to see if their mate’s advances were being accepted or he was being rejected.

Dave pulled up a chair and sat so only his head from his nose up would be visible if the guy looked up to the window.  The guy was talking to Trish and she burst out laughing, that was a good sign.  The guy lent forward to say something, and Dave saw that he put his hand on Trish’s knee, when he leaned back again, he didn’t remove his hand, in fact, he saw him stroke down her calf lightly.  They talked some more and he lifted her leg up, obviously giving her a compliment and running his hand from ankle to thigh.  He went a little high, and Trish stopped him, glancing around left and right to see if anyone noticed.

The only people looking were his two friends, he traded some comments with Trish, then waved them over.  Dave noted again, that the way they moved and held themselves, they had to be special forces.  The two guys broke up their deckchairs and brought the chair's body over with them.  They sat down either side of Trish and introductions were made.  The guys all gave her the European kiss on each cheek, and he thought he saw hands bumping against her breasts as they leaned in to kiss her, but maybe that was just his her active imagination.

He wondered if it was time to return, but was enjoying sitting watching, it was satisfying his voyeuristic nature.  The first guy was stroking her leg again, leaning in, telling her interesting things that had her laughing.  It was really interesting watching this, the guy was good, every response he got from Trish gave him license to move his hand and stroke a bit higher along her leg.   The strokes and subtitle touches were obviously relaxing Trish, as her noticed her legs involuntarily part a little.  Then the guy moved his hand right up onto her crotch, she grabbed it, glancing around and trying to push it away.  But he kept his hand there for a bit, laughing and fondling between her legs, before sliding back it down to her knees.  Dave realized it was time to get down there and check if she was OK.

When downstairs and heading out towards the pool, he saw that Trish was talking and smiling, so he diverted over to the pool bar and picked up two Pina Coladas.   Then walked over and sat on his deck chair, alongside the guy that was paying Trish all the attention.  Introductions were made, he learned that the main protagonist was Jacques, the other two guys were Rennie and Pierre.  

They were Gendarmes, more accurately from the special armed offender's squad, coming to the end of their two years secondment from the Paris police.  They were based in Papeete and out on Moorea at a rugby sevens tournament for a couple of days.  They were meant to be staying at the hotel where the tournament was being held, but there had been a cock-up and their room was double booked.  So they had been put up at this more up-market resort.  The other team members were still all lodged at the event hotel. They had won all their matches the day before and one that morning, so had the afternoon free.  They didn’t have to be back at the event until the next day for the finals.  The other teams were still fighting out the final positions that afternoon.

While all this was being discussed, Dave noticed that Jacques had resumed stroking Trish’s leg.  He could see that Jacques was watching him carefully for a reaction.

“I see that you are a man that likes to see his wife happy,” Jacques said in his sexy French accent.

Dave just nodded at him, “Yes. I like her to be happy.”

Jacques, lifted his hand higher up the inside, almost to Trish’s bikini bottom.  “I think you like to ‘watch’ her being happy, as well.” He said, giving Dave a knowing look, and moving his hand higher, brushing his fingers over the gusset and circled them around her mound.

Trish reacted immediately and caught his hand, lifting it away.

“If she is happy, then I am happy, this is more about her, not just me.” Replied Dave.

“I think you also get a lot of pleasure.” And he leaned forward and undid the tie on one side of Trish’s bikini bottoms and ran his fingers under the hem, back between her legs.

Again Trish grabbed his hand and tried to remove it, but he held firm.  ‘There is no one watching us ma Cherie, let me have but a moment.”  And he flicked the side of the bikini out of the way so she was exposed and ran his finger through her slit.  As he pulled it away and lifted his fingers up to his nose, a thin viscous string of her lubricating juices stretched out two inches before it broke.

He held his slick wet fingers out to Dave, “I think she is very happy, and although she objects, I think she is very excited and aroused.”

Dave had been concentrating on Jacques's hands and had not noticed Rennie lean forward to shield Pierre from any eyes at the pool, but he saw now, that Pierre was playing with Trish’s breast, and pinching on her nipple through her bikini top.

Pierre said something in French, Jacques replied, then spoke to Dave, “He does not speak any English, but says her nipples are very hard, and her breasts are the firmest he has felt in many years.”

Suddenly Trish gave a spasm of pleasure and sat up, “God this has gone too far.  Not out here, someone is going to see.” And she grabbed the side of her bikini and started tying it up again.

Jacques took her hand and stopped her, then asked, “shall we go to your room or ours?”

Trish responded, “I think Dave and I need to go to our room now and get ready for dinner.” Obviously meaning just the two of them.

“Good,” replied Jacques, “We have been wanting to see in an overwater bungalow.”  He picked up Trish’s drink and handing it to Dave, said, “You take Pierre and Rennie to the room.  I will wait a minute with Patricia, then bring her.  It will look much better.”

Dave wasn’t certain about Trish’s response, did she want this?  Her words indicated just the two of them, but at Jacques's instruction about going separately, she had sat down and laid back on the deck chair, so he took that to mean she was accepting of Jacques directive.

Dave saw the sense in walking past the pool separately, and though he was nervous about leaving Trish with a stranger, he led Rennie and Pierre to the bridge that led out to their bungalow.  When they were out on the bridge, he turned to make sure Jacques wasn’t absconding somewhere with Trish.  

He pulled up short, Jacques was leading Trish away from them, around the top of the pool and past the Day restaurant.  With a sinking feeling he made to run after them, but before he moved, Jacques steered her towards the poolside bar, then directly towards them.  Dave realized he was parading her past everyone seated around the pool.  He had not let her do up the bikini tie, and Trish was clasping the strings on that side of her bikini tightly in her hand..

Jacques stopped her in front of the pool bar, she was trying to shield herself with the beach bag she held in her other hand.  He took the bag from her, and Dave didn’t have to read his lips, to understand what he said to her.  

“Stand up proud, you are magnificent,” with a wave of his hand at the people around the pool, “Everyone here desires you, look at their eyes, they are praying for you to let those strings go those.”  And he flicked her hand away, the bikini dropped open, revealing the whiteness of her bikini line and a flash of her black pubes.  She blushed crimson red, he caught the strings for her, then let her grab a hold of them again, before guiding her forward to the bungalow.

Dave found that Rennie spoke a spattering of English, as he tried to make Dave understand he was a very lucky man, and that he had a beautiful wife.  Dave turned and opened the door, and watched as Pierre and Rennie walked over and sat on the couch, leaving a gap between them where they obviously expected Jacques to deposit Trish.

Dave stood outside the door and watched their progress to the bridge, Jacques guiding her by her elbow.  When he turned her from the bridge to their bungalows walkway however, he stopped her and pulled her hand away from the strings.  The bikini fell open, but Trish, clamped her legs together to stop it dropping off entirely.  Jacques held her arm and waited, when she looked at him, he said, “We will wait here until you let it drop.”

Trish blushing red, opened her legs and let the bikini bottom drop to the deck, then made to cover herself and run for the door.  But Jacques held her, “No, you must be presented properly to my friends.  He reached behind her and undid her top, then stood waiting for her to remove it.  Trish hesitated and realized she was not going got be allowed to move until she was naked.  She snapped her head around to see who was watching, bent her head forward and lifted the cord from around her neck up over her head, and let the top drop to the deck.  Before Jacques could stop her again, she shook herself free of his grip, held her head up and proudly walked past Dave and into the bungalow.  

Trish knew what was expected of her, she moved elegantly head held high, to the couch, and sat between the two men.  Jacques following close behind her, removed his speedo’s and dropped to his knees, then lowered his head between her legs.  Trish sucked in a sharp breath of air and closed her eyes, as his mouth enveloped her sex.  

Pierre and Rennie were shedding their shirts and shorts, and when naked, Rennie sat beside her again and nibbled on her ear.  He ran his tongue down her neck, then up again to her mouth, where he waited for a second before she opened her lips and let him kiss her.   This was something that usually caused Dave the most concern, but he could see there was little emotion in the kiss, it was just about sensations.  Rennie searched out her tongue and Trish finally showed some enthusiasm and kissed him back.  Pierre hadn’t been nearly so subtle, he just went straight down to her breasts, weighing each in his hands, he bent forward and sucked on her nipples.

Dave was standing in the doorway watching this, he turned, walked out and retrieved Trish’s bikini from the walkway. He looked over towards the main buildings to see how much of her disrobing may have been witnessed.  She would have been hidden from those around the pool, but he was greeted by two grinning men seated at the bar, who had been lucky enough to catch the whole show.  There were also people moving around in the upstairs restaurant.

He turned back to their room, conscious of the two men at the bar giving him the thumbs up.  He shut the door and picked up one of the dining chairs as he passed the table, he sat just out of reach on Trish’s left.  He sat and tried to calm his beating heart, settling back to watch these three men assail her stunning body and to feed her newfound craving.

Jacques probed her with his tongue, and when he withdrew and pulled back, her hips followed, searching out the relief she desired.  Dave was concerned, as Jacques would nibble at her, then nip down on her clit with his teeth and pull back.  But he could see she was not being hurt as her hips lurched after him, each time he nipped and pulled away.  When Jacques sensed she was ready, he sat back, rose up, and pressed himself against her slit.  Dave watched mesmerized as Trish pushed her hips at him, the lips parting around his knob and seemingly sucked him deep inside her.

Jacques set to with a good steady rhythm, pushing hard at the end of each stroke, grinding his wiry pubes against her swollen clit.  Her body was now demanding release, and as she was about to be tipped over the edge, pushing her tit hard into Pierre's mouth, and pulling Rennie down to get more of his tongue into her mouth, Jacques pulled out and shot his seed all over her stomach.

Trish, let out a wail at her loss, but Pierre was off her tit in a flash, and in between her jerking hips.  He ramming himself into her and taking up the same thrusting rhythm that Jacques had just taken from her.  She opened her eyes wide to see who was now taking her, and her desire seemed to shift up to a higher level, once she saw it was a new partner.

Rennie was now at her breasts hungrily working from one to the other.  While Jacques moved up to kneel on the sofa and presented his cock to her lips.  She willingly opened her mouth, curled her tongue around his fast softening prick and sucked him clean of her juices.

She and Pierre were soon thrashing around in a mutual climax.  As Pierre stepped back then slumped onto the couch, Rennie willingly took his place, but only for a minute, he had a better position in mind.  Pulling out, he pulled her off the couch, onto the floor, and with help from Jacques, he rolled her over and lifted her up onto her hands and knees.  Then took her from behind.  Jacques dropped to the floor on his back and looking like he was going under the wire on an assault course, he wriggled his way in between her arms underneath into a sixty-nine position and attacked her clit from below.  Rennie's cock and balls sliding along his forehead to his nose.  Dave thought to himself, these two know one another well, not many men could handle that..

Trish didn’t need to be told what Jacques wanted, his flaccid prick sitting there right under her nose.  She lowered her head and took all of it into her mouth.  Then her cheeks caved in as she attempted to suck him hard again.  Surprisingly Jacques prick started to grow right away.  Trish kept having to raise her head so she could swallow gulps of air through her mouth, and each time she did, when she bent her head back to the task, less and less of him would fit in her mouth, it was thickening and growing longer by the minute.

Pierre just sat back on the couch and watched the proceedings with Dave.  He looked buggered, he looked like he had had his fill for the night.  But Jacques wasn’t, he was now almost fully hard again.  He reached up and tapped Rennie in the ribs, then tried to spin Trish around through 180 deg on top of him.  Rennie saw what he was doing, withdrew, and helped Jacques, even taking a hold of Jacques cock and guiding it into Trish as she lowered herself on him. 

Rennie then positioned himself above her and pressed his prick up against her ass.  Fortunately anal was no longer new to Trish, as Rennie didn’t give her the time to acclimatize for this assault.  As he held his glistening knob against her, she pushed back against him, and his silvery shaft, liberally coated in her viscous fluids, slid home, into her forbidden passage.

The two men pounded away at her, one pushing in as the other withdrew, until they felt her building up to a second climax, then both really went to town, not bothering with keeping in time, both just trying to get as deep as they could.  Rennie pulling hard on her hair, arching her back up, allowing Jacques access to her tits.  He squeezed and pinched the nipples, and as Trish erupted into her climax,  Jacques yelled French obscenities in her ear.  Dave could see that these guys had done this before.  They were following a well-rehearsed plan of assault, that had been tested before on other willing ladies.

All now spent, they collapsed on the floor. Then Jacques looked at his watch and uttered, “fuck, you guys, we are getting picked up for dinner in ten, on your feet.”  And pulling on his speedos, he acknowledged Dave with a ‘thank you’, and followed the other two out the door.

Dave went over, lay down and spooned into Trish, lying on the floor rug.  He didn’t say anything, he didn’t have to ask if she was alright or anything.  They were finally both now pretty much tuned in to one another’s needs.  The look on her face told him she was sated and happy.  A little of her natural embarrassment was visible.  But she now knew she didn’t need to feel awkward around Dave, she knew he got satisfaction from this as well.

They got up after a while and went to shower together.  He was tender with her and gently massaged her back, neck, legs, etc.  Not touching her special parts, that would come soon when they got to bed, he knew she would search him out and need his loving to prove to her that he still loved and needed her.  After each of the times they had done this previously, she was insatiable for two or three weeks after.  That was the real reward Dave got from these nights.  Her loving was as erotic as it had been in their first weeks of courtship, only much more adventurous as she wanted to repeat some of the debased things the men had forced upon her.

They missed dinner, too buggered to leave the bungalow, Dave made them more soup, biscuits, and cheese.  In the morning they awoke, intending to lie in a while and make leisurely love to one another before breakfast, but then there was a knock on the door.  They both jumped out of bed, Trish pulling on one of the bungalows robes, as she stepped over to the door, to see who was there. 

It was Jacques and he pushed past her into the lounge, “come on, rise and shine, I have a new experience for you this morning, and we only have just over an hour.  They are coming to pick us up at 10:00 to go win the Sevens trophy for the ever-victorious Gendarmes.”

“Get your bikini on,” he quipped, as he stepped into the bedroom behind her.  “Gee Dave, you're slow away this morning.  I’m looking for something sexy for your beautiful wife.” 

And he started rummaging through her wardrobe and drawers.  He pulled out her turquoise cover-all, “this will have to do, don’t you have any short skirts?”.  He turned to Trish, she had her bikini top on, and was tying the strings on her bikini bottom, having not thought to retie them the night before.  In just 12 hrs or so, she had accepted the fact that he, a complete stranger, could come into her bedroom and see her naked.

Jacques threw his hands in the air, “magnificent, beautiful, what a sight for a randy man's eyes in the morning eh!”  He stepped up to her and ran his hands over her hips, then helped her knot the cover-all on her left hip.  But then undid the clasp on her bikini top and lifted it over her head, “we are not wearing this, this morning.  “Today’s lesson is to teach you to be like a French woman, and to savior the looks of desire that this will engender in the men around the pool.  Also the envious looks of their wives.”

Trish gave him a very determined look, “I am not walking out that door topless. You have to be dreaming!”

“Ah Patricia!  Have you not learned yet, that you do not have a choice in the matter.  You will do as you are told.”  And for the first time Dave saw a ruthless, dangerous look cross his face.

He took Trish by the arm, strode her over to her beach bag, it was still in the same place he had dropped it the night before.  Picking it up, he stepped out of the room and guided her onto the walkway and off towards the pool.

Fuck! Dave had to see this, he slipped his arms into a Hawaiian shirt and pulled on some shorts.  He didn’t have time to pull on underpants, just turned to follow them.  Then turning back, he grabbed his camera and raced out the door.  Only ten months earlier, he would have bet the Crown Jewels on the fact that Trish stepping outside topless, even if there was not a single person within a mile, would never happen.  But there were people around, dozens of them in fact.

He saw Jacques, still firmly holding her arm, guiding her off the bridge and on towards the pool bar.  She was looking straight ahead, ignoring the stares of the guests at the bar.  There were three men of similar appearance, sitting there.  He knew instantly that these were some other members from Jacques sevens team.  He looked to the left and saw that Rennie and Pierre had set up a couple of deck chairs and seats at the far end of the small beach.  They were sitting each side of the deck chair, with the back of the seats hard up against the small sea wall.  Dave surmised straight away, that this was where Trish would be taken.  He set off across the lawn, and positioned himself by the children’s paddle pool, here would have a perfect shot of them coming towards him as they passed the Day Restaurant.

Looking back to the pool bar he saw that Jacques was introducing Trish to the three men.  She was handling herself well, smiling and shaking their hands and looking like there was nothing out of the ordinary, her standing amongst them, with seemingly nothing on but a slender turquoise sash, knotted on one side.  ‘Christ she looked sexy and beautiful’ he thought.  Yet Dave knew that this was so far outside her comfort zone, she would be crapping herself on the inside.

Jacques picked up a pine-colada, handed it to Trish, then escorted her to the Day Restaurant which was packed with people having breakfast.  He paraded her past them, and everything stopped in the restaurant, the place went silent, food stopped millimeters from mouths.  Even wives were too stunned to poke their husbands.  There were plenty of attractive topless women around the pool every day, but most of them when they got up to walk around, pulled a top on.  But then not everyone had a figure like Trish’s.  As they walked towards him he shot a half dozen shots, then headed for the end of the small beach, to sit and await their arrival.

Jacques walked her back down in front of the early sunbathers by the pool, where it would actually have been a shorter route, to go across the grass, but that was not his intention.  He was talking with her all the way, Trish’s face reflecting the excitement she felt from his lesson in obedience and exhibitionism.  Dave marveled at the fact that Trish was letting him do this to her, the Trish he had always known would be cowering in embarrassment. 

There were two deck chairs, he sat on the edge of the deck chair that didn’t have Rennie and Pierre perched each side.  Then watched as Jacques helped Trish down the three-foot sea wall onto the beach, and helped her lay down on her deck chair.

Rennie and Pierre both lent forward and gave her the French kiss on each cheek, and spoke to her about how beautiful she looked, well that was what it looked like they were doing anyway.  But French always sounds sexy, like the person speaking it is telling the listener incredibly sexy complimentary things.

Jacques, lifted her legs and shifted the footstool over a foot or more so it was no longer lined up with the deck chair body, but it meant that he could sit on it facing Trish, rather than sitting side-saddle on the chair to pay her any attention, and she had a little bit of the stool for her legs.

He turned to Dave, “That went well, she is very excited, and I think very wet.  But we will see how wet when my friends are here. They are walking over now.”

Dave turned to see the three men leaving the pool bar.

He spoke to Dave again, “We have little more than 45 minutes, then we all have to leave to play the first semifinal.  It’s a shame, but we want the trophy, so we don’t want to default in the Semis.  But that should be enough time to take this excitement she has just achieved, to a far higher level.” 

Then turning to Trish, Jacques moved his hands to Trish’s legs and massaged under her knees, slowly moving them apart.

Where they had set up the chairs, was at the end of the strip of sand.  The sea wall here altered ninety degrees and continued into the sea.  On the other side of this wall, was about thirty feet of boulder breakwater, before you reached the main beach.  The men walked out on this abutment wall and sat on it, feet in the sand.  They were sat parallel to Trish’s deckchair, the guy closest to Pierre was right by his shoulder.  

Jacques introduced them, “This is Alain, Henri, and Thierry.  Guys this is Dave and his exquisite wife Patricia, who you just met.”  They all lent over and shook Dave’s hand.

Jacques then cast his hands apart, encompassing Trish’s body, “And isn’t she something?”  

He turned to Dave, “I am going to speak in English, as I want Patricia to understand everything that happens.  Alain speaks good English, Henri a little but Thierry not a word so the others can explain to him and Pierre anything they do not understand.”

He lent forward lifted the Turquoise sash up to Trish’s waist and untied the strings each side of her bikini bottom, nudging her to lift her hips he pulled it free.  Trish attempted to stop him taking her bikini bottom off, but he shook his head at her and she dropped her hands back to her sides, looking really embarrassed.

As the bikini bottom came away at her groin, there was a long strand of clear thick fluid stretching from the very wet gusset to the pouting lips of her cunt.  He held it about fifty millimeters away, not letting the string break, and turned to the three men.  “Did I not tell you how wet she gets, and this is from a short walk around the pool.  Can you imagine, how wet this can get?”

He put the bottom in his pocket, “I will give these back to you tonight at dinner, but you are not to wear any lingerie today, you understand?” He said to her, as he brushed her mound, then reached up and lightly smacked a breast.  Trish nodded, and he turned to Dave, you will enforce, Non!  

Dave uttered, “Gladly.”

Jacques now started rubbing along her legs, around her mound, onto her flat stomach, down over her hips to her knees then over inside her legs and up again.  Each time he did it he moved her legs wider apart.  Rennie and Pierre were making similar movements around her neck, breasts, and down over her stomach to the top of her mound.

Rennie, who was sitting to Trish’s right exclaimed, “Quelqu’un vient!” And all three of them sat back, Jacques pulling the cover-all, back down to partially cover black bush and white bikini line.

Dave looked up and saw that there was a couple walking along the path towards them, looking like they were going to get a drink at the bar.  When nearly upon them they glanced down, but quickly snapped their eyes forward, probably embarrassed seeing Trish so scantily clad amongst all the men. As they swung their heads to the front,  Jacques lifted the sash back to Trish’s waist and continued his massage.  After four or more passes, he dipped two fingers into Trish, pulled them out, and stretched a long strand of her juices between his fingers and thumb, “It is getting wetter.” He said to everyone. “But I think we can get this much wetter yet,”

Rennie again uttered, “Quelqu’un vient!”  Everyone pulled back again, Jacques covering Trish.  She was getting quite agitated and hot, but as she realized people were coming, she became flustered and embarrassed, and her eyes became clear again.  She was a million miles outside any comfort zone she had ever known.

This time it was a couple that Dave had noticed around the resort over the last couple of days.  They were an attractive couple, both looked upper class and everything about them spoke of money, his shirt, her designer beach bag, sunglasses, her bikini, and cover-all.  She had nodded to Dave a couple of times when she had caught his eye by the pool.  

They stood on top of the wall, pretending to look at the view, but as she glanced over at them, Jacques very deliberately held his hand above Trish’s knees closed two fingers, leaving the two middle fingers pointing straight out, and keeping his eyes on the woman on the wall, he slid them along the inside of Trish’s leg, under the cover-all and pushed them deep between her legs.  There could be no doubt he had his fingers embedded in her cunt.  The woman jerked back, but she did not look aghast, instead, the look that crossed her face was more one of awe, tinged with desire. 

But the guy with her did look shocked, and he grabbed her arm and forcefully dragged her away.

Jacques laughed, “she came hoping to see that, but her husband is too full of his own self to even realize she wants to look.  A weak man, only interested in himself.”  And he flicked the cover-all up onto Trish’s waist and started moving his fingers again.

Rennie and Pierre following Jacques lead and resumed working at her nipples, neck, and ears.  Dave was getting pretty turned on himself, he noticed that Henri and Thierry looked like they may have heart attacks, they were spouting huge bulges in their shorts.  Alain looked more in control but Dave noted he also dropped his hand to his groin and adjusted himself.  He looked to see where the husband had dragged his wife and was surprised that they had only gotten about twenty paces, to the far side of the grass and she was giving him both barrels, gesticulating wildly that he was an idiot.

He returned his attention to what was happening with Trish.  When Thierry spoke, “Quelqu’un vient tu vas te faire prendre.”  Dave looked to see who was coming this time and saw it was the same lady returning, her husband following very sheepishly behind.

They sat down on the wall, about five feet away.  This time Jacques had not bothered to pull the sash down.  Trish by now realizing that ‘Quelqu’un vient. meant someone coming, looked really embarrassed that she had not been covered, she spun her head around to look at the couple, slamming her legs together on Jacques's hand.  She bent back trying to hide her face behind Rennie, who was leaning forward to resume teasing a nipple.

Jacques looked over to the woman, still slowly stroking his finger between Trish’s closed legs. “What is your name?”

“Jacquelyn and my very jealous husband is 'Noel'.  I am interested in joining you, but my husband is not happy.” She said.

“Does your husband speak English?”

“Non. Only a few words.”

“Good, we are conversing in English, so that my little Patricia here, can understand.  I am giving her a lesson in how her shyness and embarrassment can be channeled into the most amazing ‘la petite mort’.”  Jacques looked at Dave, “Climax, but the French expression is so more apt, it means, the little death,” he explained.

Then he addressed Jacquelyn again, “but there is a price to pay for you to sit with us,” slipping Trish’s bikini bottom partially from his pocket, “Patricia has given me these, you have to take yours off, now!”

Jacquelyn interjected, “I would, but Noel, would never agree to that.” And she went to rise and leave.

But Jacques let go a stream of French at Noel, and Dave turned to see Noel’s reaction, then watched Jacquelyn lift her cover-all up to her waist, and unfasten the clips on either side of the bikini.  She looked around, lifted her hips slightly off the wall, and removed her bikini bottom, moving to place this in her beach bag.

“Non! Hand them to Dave,” exclaimed Jacques, “we are all having diner here tonight, you can retrieve them from him then.”  

Jacquelyn didn’t hesitate, she moved to hold them out.  But Noel grabbed her arm and tried to pull her up and away.  Thierry was up and beside Noel in three strides, bending down to his ear he half-whispered a long diatribe in French.  Before he had even halfway finished talking, Noel dropped his hand away from Jacquelyn‘s arm and she leaned over and handed her bikini briefs to Dave.

Jacques said something to Thierry, then looked to Dave, “Thierry thinks that, all guests have removed something, Noel should make an equivalent gesture.  Dave turned his head back towards Noel and watched as he unzipped himself and released a very stiff prick to the air.  He moved close to his wife and took her beach bag and placed it on the other side of him, so he was concealed from anyone who may look over from the pool.  He looked scared and bloody miserable and was rubbing his shoulder where Thierry had held him.

Jacques looked at his watch again, “Patricia, we need to go, I need you to work yourself to a climax for me, please.  I will help.” And he took her ankles, lifted them, pushing her knees towards her chest.  Rennie and Pierre took an ankle each from him, pulled them up so that her knees squashed into her breasts, and hard enough to lift her butt clear of the deck chair.  

Jacques spread her apart some more and dipped one finger into her cunt, he pulled it out, covered in her juices, showing it to the Henri and Alain on the wall.  Thierry had dropped the beach bag onto the sand and sat next to Noel.  Jacques dipped his fingers in again, stirring them around, withdrawing a scoop of her juices, and spread it around her anus, then plunged the finger home.  Almost involuntarily, Trish pushed her hips up to meet his finger.

“See, look at the reaction, she is as sensitive here, as she is in her cunt.  Rennie will tell you, he fucked her little brown hole hard last night.”

He lowered her ass back onto the deck chair, still thrusting his finger in and out, he assaulted her cunt again with two fingers from the other hand.  “Come on Ma Cherrie, let's see you move now, I want to feel your cunt gripping me, work it on my fingers.” 

Trish’s reaction to this dirty talk was instantaneous, she drove her hips to meet his every thrust.  Rennie and Pierre upped their assault as well, Rennie massaging  from her neck, down around the side of her tits, leaning in to kiss and nibble on her ears when she arched her head back.  Pierre attacking her nipples, flicking them with his fingers then kissing them.

Jacques, leaned forward, “open your eyes, good now look at my boys,” Rennie lifted her up a bit more and turned her head to the guys on the wall.  “See the lust in their eyes and their hard cocks almost bursting out of their pants.  They want to fuck this tight little cunt of yours.

The embarrassment of being watched and his dirty talk was working, she was visibly agitated and straining to gain release.

Jacques was pumping his fingers harder and faster. “Come on you need to hurry, there are a group of men about to head this way from the bar, do you want them to see you spread like this?”  

Dave swung his head away and looked to see who was coming, but there was no one, all a ploy by Jacques, playing with her, edging her on.  What he did see though, was that Noel had climaxed, he’d shot his seed up the front of his shirt and all over his trousers,  And Jacquelyn, had two fingers buried deep between her own legs.  She wasn’t moving her hand though, so close to her own ‘la petite mort’, she was scared to move, wanting to wait for Trish to come.

Trish let out a wail of frustrated anguish, at Jacques revelation about men coming.  She tensed and squeezed on Jacques's fingers, trying to get herself a release from this experience that was so intense she felt that her whole body was alive with electric jolts.  Then she felt it coming, a huge wave of pleasure.  She reached out for Dave’s hand and squeezed it hard.

“Yes!” Croaked Jacques, “I feel it coming, the walls of your sheath are rippling and squeezing my fingers, unbelievable, this is going to be a big one.”  He pulled his finger from her arse, took a small thin spatula from his pocket, and held it above his other rapidly thrusting hand.  As Trish went rigid and arched her hips high of the chair, he flicked the spatula, with a distinct crack, right on her clitoris.  Pierre was waiting for this, in time with the hit, he pinched hard on both nipples.  Dave expected a howl of pain from Trish, but she just pushed both hips and chest upwards, searching for more. 

She was arched up like this for maybe fifteen seconds, then she relaxed a little and Dave thought she was coming down, Jacques hammered a couple of hard deep thrusts of his fingers into her cunt, and Alain moved over from the wall, leaned forward and pushed his finger in her arse.  Trish thrust her hips up again, to try and get more of them in her, and an even bigger spasm took hold, arching her upward.  Again smack with the small paddle, and nipples crushed between fingers and thumb.

This happened at least six times and each time the orgasms seemed to be stronger than the last.  Finally, she went limp, and as Rennie and Pierre released her, she collapsed back onto her chair.

“Good girl, we have to go now, we will see you tonight.”  And he stood and signaled his guys to hurry.  As he moved in front of Jacquelyn and Noel, he ushered them away also.  “Leave them alone, please.  They need time alone.”  Then he turned to Dave. “I hope you are feeling fit, she is far from finished.  You will have a very busy morning.”

Dave moved over and took up Jacques's vacated position on the stool.  He took a hold of Trish’s hand, pulled the cover-all down, so she didn’t look completely naked, and stroked her leg, to let her know he was there.

She was out of it, so he looked up and watched Jacquelyn and Noel, try to walk across the grass towards their room.  Noel had grabbed her beach bag and was holding it in front of himself, trying to hide the mess he had made.  But he felt sorry for Jacquelyn, the diagonal of her cover-all did not come anywhere near to hiding the fact she had lost her bikini bottom.  And because of the angle of the sun, there was a glistening wet smear showing clearly down her legs.  He hoped for her sake, not that many people were paying attention as they passed the Day Restaurant.

—-

After five minutes or so, Trish looked up at him, “God I need you, if you don’t get me back to the Bure now, I am going to ask you to fuck me here.”

“Fuck!” Thought Dave, what has he done to you.  He went to lift her up and realized that like Jacquelyn’s, the cover-all was not going hide the fact that she was naked under it, her almost luminescent white bikini line was like a spotlight was being shone there.  They had to walk at least thirty paces to the bridge, in front of a now very busy pool and bar.

He looked in her beach bag and thankfully saw that her towel from the day before was still there.  He stood her up and wrapped the towel around her waist.  Took his shirt off and slid her arms into it, but he had learned plenty in the last half hour, and left the shirt unbuttoned.  From the side, she may look semi-decent, but from directly in front both her beautiful globes were pushing the shirt wide open.  Walking her along to the bridge, he noticed that her steps made her breasts swing free, so they were exposed to anyone who glanced their way, anyway.  Trish was unconcerned, she just needed to get to their room.

He opened the door of the Bure, and ushered her inside, as he moved to shut the door though, Trish whispered, “Take me now, I need you.”  So he swung the door back wide open, dropped his shorts moved her up against the open door, lifted her leg, and slid himself home.  He looked left and right along the walkway, and was almost disappointed to see no one around.  He fucked her hard, and she just encouraged him to fuck her harder, he came fast, so pent up with the spectacle he had witnessed.  But a first for him, he hardly softened, and so kept thrusting, she had a number of small spasms but kept demanding more.  In days gone past he would have pulled out, thinking she was done.  But he kept thrusting till finally, she came in another intense climax.

He shut the door and they sat quietly, both trying to regain some strength.  Trish looked over to him, “I feel like I’m still having small climax’s you know.  I want a shower, but I’m going to want you again when I get some strength, I’m so horny.  What have they done to me?”

“Come on.” Said Dave, as he lifted her up, and carried her across the lounge, out onto their private deck above the water.  He stood her up and un-knotted the cover-all, letting it slip to the deck then slid his shirt from her shoulders and walked her down the steps into the sea.  

The lukewarm water felt cold, they were so overheated.  He pulled her to him, holding onto the steps with one hand.  Trish swung her arms around his neck, and after a while when they had cooled down, she lifted her legs and wrapped them behind his butt.  They stayed like this for quite a while, until she started rubbing herself against him.  And after another period of time, Dave felt himself getting hard again.  Trish felt his hardness grow, and lower herself to a position where her cunt could slide along his shaft.  Then they both, felt the need again, and she pulled herself up onto his neck as he positioned himself, and she lowered herself onto his now very hard prick.  Dave didn’t move at all, he let Trish move at her own pace, and finally when she was moaning and jerking herself to another orgasm, he took her hard with short jerks of his hips and they climaxed almost in unison.

There were probably people on the shore that saw them enter and exit the water, and it couldn’t have taken much of an imagination, to figure what they had just done.  But he didn’t care.

They moved inside and sat on the sofa, he had made her a cup of soup, sounds stupid, but they always brought some with them on holiday.   You never knew when you would not want to go out, etc.  Trish needed the energy, and neither of them were ready to go out and face other guests.

She cuddled against him and thought out loud, “I have no idea how many orgasms I have had this morning.”  Then looking up at Dave, “That one on the deck chair, was the most powerful experience I’ve ever had.  Was it good for you?”

Dave paused, then answered, “the best for me too, I have a lot of questions, but I’m not sure if I’m ready to handle all the answers.  So if it's OK with you, I’d like to leave that discussion for another day.”

Dave was quiet for a bit, then, “do you want to check out? I can get us a place in Papeete for the last two nights.  That’s if you have had enough?”

Trish snapped her head around, “Do you want to leave, you know these experiences are only if we both want them.  The second one of us has doubts, we agreed, it's all over.”

Dave didn’t hesitate, “I’m happy if you want to stay, its just that you have taken a lot of punishment last night and this morning, and are obviously worn out.  There are going to be three new guys there tonight, and I don’t see how you can take anymore.”

“I’ll be OK, I just need some time out for a few hours.  Also, I want us to be there to look after that lady.  Did I hear right, that Jacques has told her to be there.  I don’t think she has any idea, what she is getting herself into.”

“Yes, I was a bit concerned about her.  That husbands a bit of a pretty boy wimp, I don’t think he going to handle it well.  Also I don’t like that Thierry guy, he’s a sadistic looking little bastard.  I have a feeling he would like to debase her in front of her husband.”

They got up and lay on the bed, both dozed off for half an hour, Trish cuddled tightly up against him.  They were woken by a  light knock on the door.  Trish sat up, “Jesus, that can’t be Jacques come back, I’m not ready for any more excitement yet.”  She lay back and pulled the bed cover right up over her, as Dave slipped off the bed, pulling on some beach shorts while moving towards the door.

To be continued…….