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Trish slid off the bed, pulled on the long toweling robe that came with the bungalow, and stepped out to the lounge.  She was pretty sure she knew who would be outside the door, and, knew that if she had let Dave answer it, he would have sent him away.  She should probably do the same, but she had had a threesome fantasy for many years and had been horny thinking about it since her talk with Alain in the bungalow earlier.  

Dave thought that he had come up with the fantasy of her and him sharing her having a threesome with another man, but the reality was far different.  She hadn’t told Dave the half of it.  In the year before she had met Dave, after receiving the shattering letter from Yvette, she had actively searched for a partner, wanting to get back at her.   The first couple of months after the letter, she was struggling with her sexuality, so her first dates were all with females she met at university.  

It soon became obvious to her, that she was not a lesbian, after having to extract herself quickly from uncomfortable encounters with the same sex.  Once she started accepting the advances of the many men that had always hit on her, she didn’t have much joy either.  She had come close to losing her virginity several times.  But there was always something that had stopped her.  There was a multitude of reasons, but the most common was that they were just after the one thing and treating her like an object, and that really got her back up.

The closest she came was with one of the lecturers at the university, a tall, dark, handsome man, who was at least fifteen years older than her.  He took her to coffee, then met her for dinner at a very posh restaurant, where it came out that he was married.  That put an end to that. 

She was aware of the rumours that circulated about her, frigid, lesbian, cock teaser, and the one she had worn all her life, little miss goody-goody two shoes.  But the reality was that most nights after these frustrating close encounters, she would crawl into her bed and masturbate while fantasizing about being shared between two men.  That wasn’t her only fantasy, but it was the one that got her off quickest, 

Once married and the arrival of their children, it didn’t stop.  There were times when she was just not in the mood, but Dave clearly was.  It didn’t happen that often, but when it did and they made love, she was often just getting warmed up, when he climaxed, asked if it was good for her, and rolled over to sleep.   Sometimes, once she was sure he was asleep, she would quietly finger herself to an orgasm, and if she was in a hurry, running her favorite threesome fantasy always worked.

And so with this all running around in her head, Trish opened the front door.  It was Alain, as she had expected.  He looked sheepish but concerned.

“Are you guys OK? Dave looked really angry with you when you left.”

Trish held her finger to her lips, to quieten him, “Yes, we’re good, but I haven’t had a chance to ask him what we talked about.”  Thinking ‘well I have tried, but don’t know how to broach the subject’.

Alain turned away, “I’ll go then, I was just worried for you.”

Trish stepped outside, pulling the door almost shut behind her.  She stopped him by taking his arm just above the elbow. “No, don’t go, give me a chance to talk with Dave.  Come in, and sit quietly in the lounge.”

Still holding his arm, she indicated he should remove the boat shoes he was wearing and placing a finger against her lips, she drew him inside.  She shut the door firmly and strode towards their bedroom.  She saw Dave’s shadow flicker across the wall and knew he was jumping back into bed.  She knew him well and had known he would be listening at the door.  She just hoped he hadn’t looked and seen Alain.

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Dave heard Trish open the front door and start talking in hushed tones.  He could tell it was a male at the door, but could not hear who it was.  But just in case it got heated, he hopped out of bed pulled on his beach shorts, he didn’t want to go out and face Thierry or any of the others for that matter, with his half an erection swinging between his legs.   He stepped over and stood just inside their bedroom door trying to hear who it was, but didn’t dare look and get caught by Trish.

After a minute, he heard the door close and Trish heading back.  Quick as a flash he was back under the covers, hiding the fact he may not have trusted her and had been out of bed.  Trish came into the bedroom, instead of disrobing and climbing in as he expected, she just crawled onto the bed and lay beside him, looking sheepish and guilty.

“Who was it?” Asked Dave.

Trish snuggled into him and mumbled something he could not make out.  He knew something was not right, her whole demeanor had changed. 

He asked again, “Who was it?”

“It’s Alain.”

“You say ‘it’s’ not ‘was’ So you haven’t sent him away.” Said Dave, sounding quite exasperated.

“You're angry, I didn’t want to make you angry.”

“I’m not angry, I’m not sure what I am.  I was happy we got out of there tonight.  Just like you said, I thought we had come to the end of that journey, and although some of it was fucking great, there were all the mixed emotions after every episode, and I was feeling relief at the thought of not having to go through all that crap anymore.”

“I feel the same, but Alain was really nice and thoughtful.  When I was with him on the couch, I wanted us to leave and fulfill our last fantasy.  But before I had a chance to run anything past you, the events in that room, moved too fast.”

“Where is he. Outside?” Asked Dave.

“No! He’s sitting out in the lounge.”

“Oh! Christ, he’s sitting out there listening to us.  Fuck!  I don’t know how I will feel in a month's time or maybe six months, but right now, fuck!”  Dave lifted her head and looked into her eyes,  “I felt such a sense of relief when we left that room tonight, I felt we were both making the right decision.  It’s going to be hard for me to reverse that and to get back in the mood.”

“I’ll go and send him away.” Said Trish, making to roll off the bed.”

“No! Let’s go out there together and have a drink and talk.  This has to be both of us on the same page, and you are right, I was really looking forward to sharing a threesome with you.  But first, a question, is it because he has a big cock you want him?”

“No! Maybe the physical attraction is a little part of it, ‘but no!’, it’s more about sharing with you.  It seems like it has been all about me every time.  I know you tried to explain that you get just as much out of these experiences, but I can’t see how? and wanted to share it with you, and to have you properly a part of it.”

Looking at Dave, she could see he was still not convinced and far from happy about proceeding.

“Look I’ll try to explain.”   She spoke quietly, not wanting Alain to hear.  

“I’m quite vague about what actually happened this morning, although a lot of it has come back to me, watching what they did to Jacquelyn.  But whatever, it left me incredibly horny.  And all the orgasms I have had today, have just left me wanting more.  Every time, there has been the promise of an even bigger one just out of reach. 

“It’s really hard for me to admit this to you, but I’m still fucking horny, look at me.”  Trish sat up opened her robe, showing Dave her hard erect nipples.  “And I’m as wet as hell.  I know we can send him away and make love.  But I don’t think just you and I are going to get me to that elusive climax I’m wanting”

“So he’s better than me and it is because he has a big cock.”

“That's absolutely not true.  It’s not that I want Alain as a lover, or think he may be better than you.  Think of him more as an implement that may help you and I achieve that elusive orgasm.  I’m not going to say I don’t want to fuck him or to deny that his good looks and big cock are a part of it, but think of them more as just making him a better tool for the job.”

She saw the look of surprise on Dave’s face, at her use of the word ‘fuck’, a word she rarely used.

“I’m sorry, It’s like I’m pleading with you. But this has been one of my biggest fantasies for many years.  Once we return home, I agree with you, we should probably call all this quits.  So it may be my last chance to fulfill my fantasy, and I want it for you as much as for myself.”

Dave nodded to her, that he understood.  Seeing her still exposed breasts and the hard nipples, he felt the familiar pleasant ache in his gut and his cock started to harden.

Dave got up from the bed, he needed to move and get rid of the erection that was already tenting the front of his boxers.  He certainly did not want to step out in front of Alain with a raging hard-on.  He pulled some board shorts over his boxers, then helped Trish up, “I understand, let's go talk with Alain and see where this goes.  I’m not promising anything, but I’m a bit more comfortable now.”  He took Trish’s hand and walked with her out into the lounge. 

Dave directed Trish into the single armchair and sat himself down beside Alain on the couch.  Alain looked nervous, and Dave made a quick assessment of the guy for the first time.  He knew they were about the same height and weight, but had formerly not taken much more notice than that.  He ascertained that the guy was about thirty-five and very athletic, as were all of the Gendarmes.  But he now realized that the guy was quite handsome and didn’t have the hard demeanor of the others in the group.  In fact, he looked quite modest and subdued, sitting there on his own.

Dave went straight on the attack, “Trish tells me you wanted to get her out of your friend's bungalow tonight. Why?”

Alain looked over at Trish, then directed his answer to Dave. “I could not bear to see Patricia taken by all those men.  A couple of them are animals and I strongly disapprove of their sexual excesses and treatment of women.” 

Dave looked a bit disbelieving at this last statement, Alain saw this and spoke up. “I know I was part of that on the beach this morning.  But it’s very hard to back out of a situation like that.  You get ridiculed and taunted for weeks afterward.  I have had a tough couple of years, and would not wish that on you and Patricia.  I think she is beautiful and the two of you look to have the sort of relationship I would die for.  Besides, I heard you and Patricia talking just then, and heard that you are having second thoughts about all this as well.” 

He looked at Dave then opened up again. “I was married, to a beautiful lady that was ten years younger than me, about two years into the marriage I felt things were changing between us.  I couldn’t place anything that was particularly wrong, but she was going out with her girlfriends all the time, and the marriage had certainly cooled.  I got offered this posting to Tahiti for three years and thought it would be any woman’s dream and that she would jump at it, and the change would revive our marriage.”

He went quiet for a minute, then continued, “She did not want to come here.  Told me to go, set up the house, then she would follow.  Three months after I arrived here I got what I believe you call a ‘Dear John’ letter, saying she had met someone else and was not going to follow me over here.  Then two weeks ago after hearing nothing for two years, I heard from her again, she wants a divorce.”

Again he went quiet and sat mulling over how much he should tell them, before finding the strength to carry on.

“When I got that first letter, I phoned my oldest mate, who actually lives only five houses away in the same street as us, and asked him to go and talk with her for me.  I asked him to try and convince her she was making a mistake.  But he reluctantly informed me that everyone knew she had been playing around for at least a year before I left, and he had wanted to tell me months ago but didn’t know how to bring it up.  He told me there had been more than the one man that had visited with her over the last two years, but the last few months had been with the same guy.  

“You can imagine how I felt, and consequently, my loathing of what all my fellow Gendarmes get up to out here.  Three of the guys back in that room are supposedly happily married.  And I really dislike Thierry, and to a lesser extent, Henri, he’s just a sycophant, sucking up to Thierry and joining him in demeaning people.”

“Which of them are married?” Asked Trish.

“Pierre, Rennie, and Henri.  Jacques used to be, but not now.  I think Thierry actually hates women, he certainly says he will never marry.”

There was an uneasy silence following Alain’s revelations, which Dave finally broke by asked Trish to put some music on while he got them all a drink.  As Dave mixed three strong Canadian Clubs, the music started, then he watched Trish cross the room and enter their bedroom.  As he walked over to give Alain his drink, Trish came back into the room, she had gotten rid of the bathrobe and was wearing the grey dress she had worn earlier.  He took note of the fact she had not put a bra on, but he could see a panty line.

Holding the drink out to Alain, he said. “It’s Canadian Club, all we have got sorry.  Have a sip and see if you like it.”  Then he handed Trish her drink, before going and retrieving his own.

Dave and Trish opened the conversation, light at first, trying to get Alain’s to forget his problems.  But Alain asked some questions, which soon had them explaining how they had gotten into sharing and how they both felt they were probably at the end of that journey.  Then the conversation gravitated back onto Alain’s situation, they both quizzed him on what he was going to do.  

Whilst Dave was asking him a question, Trish lay back in the armchair and studied them both.  She realized that for her fantasy of having the two men take her, she was going to have to take charge.  Both men were starting to get more comfortable around one another, but they were still being guarded in their comments, Alain especially so.

Alain responded to Dave’s question, “I have no idea what to do, I’ve told no one about this mess before tonight.  She’s going to want half the home, and it's my old family home.  I guess we will have to sell it, as I don’t have the money to buy her out.  I have only six more months here and I have to return to Paris, and I’m certain the guy she’s with, works in my station.  How the hell do I go to work each day with a guy that is living with my wife?  It’s a nightmare.”

Alain looked morose, and his eyes were starting to moisten.  Trish saw that she needed to snap Alain out of this mood, or her fantasy was going to be on the rocks.  She wanted to be taken, she wanted to be passive and have both men force her to do things, she would never admit to anyone she wanted.  

But it was not going to work that way, so she leaned forward and took Alain’s hands in her own. “Why do you think this guy works with you?”

“Because Pascal wouldn’t give me his name.  Pascal and his wife come to many of the police functions and through me, he has become friends with half a dozen of my mates on the force.  I could tell by his evasion and other things he said, it has to be someone I know.  Also, he hinted that it was his wife that had seen the comings and goings, that’s how he found out.  So for her to know who it is and tell him, it has to be someone they have met with me.”

“Is Pascal a Gendarme?”

“No, we went to school together, he’s now an electrician.  But I know that even though I am over here in Tahiti, he and his wife still mix with all our friends on the force.”

Do you have a lawyer?” Asked Trish.

“Yes, my older brother, I’ve hardly ever used him, but he handles all my brothers and sisters' legal matters.”

Trish, “How many brothers and sisters?”

“There are seven of us, three sisters and four of us boys.  My Parents died about six years ago, they were quite old, I’m the second youngest.”

“Right! Here’s some advice.  No! This is more than advice, take it as my instructions on what you need to do.  Get on the phone to your brother and get him to contact your wife, with the intention of his representing you in the divorce proceedings.”

Alain interrupted, “I can’t, I’ll have to admit to him I’m losing our family home.  That’s the biggest part of my dilemma.”

“I’ll get to that, hear me out.” Snapped Trish. “You are going to have to face the family at some point, the quicker you get that out of the way the better.  Run this past him - there are seven of you with an interest in that home, so your wife will only be eligible for half of one-seventh of the total value of the home.  A good lawyer will be able to swing the right paperwork to cover that.”

Alain perked up, sat forward, and gave Trish his full attention.

“Next, who is your boss at the station in Paris, and do you know him?”

“Yes, I won the top policing award for two years running in our station, both presented by him and I think we get on well.  He is a surveillant général, most stations just have a sergent principal or a sergent managing them. But our station is quite a bit larger than others in our area of Paris.”

“Perfect!  Beamed Trish.  “You need to find out from your friend, the name of the guy who your wife is going out with.  Be firm, if he is a real friend he will tell you, especially now that a couple of years have past and she has requested a divorce.  Or you can find out his name from your brother, the lawyer.”

Trish leaned forward and gripped Alain’s hands tightly, getting him to look in her eyes and concentrate. “If this guy really is a fellow Gendarme, and you seem pretty confident now that he is.  You write a letter to your Superintendent, laying out the situation.  I’m sure that in the police regulations, there is going to be something along the lines of ‘not causing distress to your fellow officers’.  You may want to look this up once you are back in Papeete, or ask your union rep here about it.  And point out that if the guy is there when you return, you will be leaving the force.  I’m guessing the guy will get posted somewhere quite distant, they will not want it broadcast around”

Alain’s face broke into a smile, and he leaned forward and kissed Trish on the cheek.  Then guiltily looked over to Dave and apologized. “Sorry, Dave, but your wife is very clever, I have been so messed up, I have not thought through any of this properly.”

“That’s why I married her, not just for her pretty face,” said Dave, laughing.

“I don’t have to look up the regulations.  It was drummed into us at our initial training for the force, about things that were acceptable, and looking after our fellow officers.  And I have never paid a penny for my home, it just worked out that I was living there when my parents passed and as the station was within a mile of the house, that is where I stayed.  I’ve never even thought about the rest of the family, and none of them have ever brought it up, but of course, we should all have an equal interest in it.”

They all sat back and contemplated the last half hours of discussions.  Alain threw back the rest of his drink and asked Dave if he could have another.  While Dave went over to the bench and poured new drinks, he saw Trish pull Alain up for a dance.  She turned up the volume, and as it was a fast number they just stood apart and abandoned themselves to the rhythm.

Dave put their drinks on the coffee table and once he had his own drink, he went to sit back on the settee.  But Trish was over in a flash and hauled him out to the dance floor where she proceeded to bump and grind with the both of them.

The next number was even faster, and Alain started showing them moves that were popular in Paris when he left there.  And they all laughed and built upon these moves, each trying to be better or sillier than the last.  When the song finished, they were all sweating profusely and each reached for their drinks and took large swallows to cool themselves.

Then Trish lifted her dress up over her shoulders and threw it to the floor, she turned and ran out through the open ranch slider, her tit’s swinging freely side to side and the beautiful globes of her bum scissoring around the white cord of her thong.  Alain stood there, open-mouthed, as they heard the splash of Trish diving into the sea.

Dave seeing that Alain was taken aback, and didn’t know what to do.  Yelled out, “Last one in’s a miserable bastard.”  He dropped his shorts and boxers to the floor, strode out through the door and dived into the water, nearly landing on Trish.  

Trish and Dave both roared with laughter, when Alain cautiously maneuvered through the ranch slider, naked, with both hands trying to hide his semi-erect monster.  He needed another couple of hands though, it was clearly not fully erect, but still, there was a good bit of it visible.  Dave critically evaluated the size, it was probably not as large as the one that George sported but was certainly the equal of Rufus.

Dave held onto the base of the handrail pole and drew Trish to him.  She snuggled against him, feeling the heat from his body, even though the water was quite warm.  She noted he was already hard, as he maneuvered her around so he could rest his cock in the crack of her ass.  

Alain had taken a hold of the handrail pole on the other side of the steps and was only just in arms reach of them.  Trish beckoned him to come closer to her, but he hesitated and looked to Dave for his approval.  Dave nodded his head and also beckoned with his hand.

As Alain moved close to them, Dave spoke, “Alain, this is Trish’s fantasy, so don’t ask or worry about me anymore.  I’m just as much in her hands as you are.”

“I feel awkward, but really appreciate you guys showing me a way out of my troubles.”

Trish could see that the conversation was getting serious again.  She knew she had to stop that happening, so she reached over and grabbed his shaft.  She gave a surprised gasp. “Shit, that’s big, I hope to hell that is fully hard?  Or I’m in big trouble.”

Alain blushed, but took one of Trish’s breasts in his hand and felt its weight and shape.  He only had the one hand free as he was supporting himself with the other arm on the step.

Trish lifted herself up, reached behind, and slid Dave’s cock in between her legs.  He objected, “If you leave that there, I’m going to come.”

“That’s the idea, I want you to last when we get in the bedroom.  So hurry up, while I do the same for Alain.”  

(Early in their marriage, Dave had let on about his trick to stop coming too fast with a woman. He often would masturbate before going out on a date, as then later in the evening, if he got lucky, he could last for ages.  Trish had ribbed him about this, but over the years, had used the knowledge to her own advantage.  For instance, if they were out at a function and she was horny, she would haul him into a bedroom, or secluded spot, give him a quick blowjob so that when they got home he could last all the time it took to bring her to a happy climax.)

Knowing the score, Dave closed his eyes and worked himself slowly in and out between her legs, but there was not enough lubrication because of the saltwater.  He reached down, slid her thong down to her knees, and bending his prick upwards he slid himself deep inside her.  His eyes opened wide, and he whispered in her ear, “Shit you're wet, and don’t tell me it's because we're in the sea.  You little minx, you're really turned on.”

He was holding her under her right armpit, to keep her from going under.  So there was no hiding the fact that her arm was jerking up and down.  When she dropped her left shoulder, he visualized her hand sliding down and cupping Alain’s balls.  He watched the transformation on Alain’s face, it went from awkward/embarrassed, to surprise, then that stupid look a dog in heat has.  He should have been embarrassed staring at another man, but at that moment as he felt his seed rising, slid down, and came up hard underneath Trish to get fully bedded, and exploded.

Trish felt Dave coming, she knew all the signs, and she let him have one hard thrust, then lifted up and flicked her butt to the side, so that he slipped out and did not ejaculate inside her.  But Dave knew she had failed.  His eruption was so powerful, there had to be a least an eggcup full of his seed ejaculated in that first thrust.

Dave took a better grip on Trish, as he had nearly dropped her, and held her up so her tits were above water, right in front of Alain’s face. He didn’t know if it was the sight of these or the fact that Trish’s hand was now going overtime on his shaft.  But Alain leaned forward and took a nipple in between his lips and within seconds, his face twisted up as he ejaculated.

They all leaned back on the steps for a minute, coming down from their highs.  When, in the deck lights, they all became aware that the water around them was polluted with ropes of spunk.  All realized at the same time, that Dave and Alain were the culprits and there was a panicked rush to get out of the water.  Standing on the deck, the three of them broke into laughter, then Trish made a grab for the one and only beach towel that was draped over one of the deck chairs, and ran inside.

She yelled back that they were to stay there and she would bring more towels.  Both men felt and looked awkward, standing naked in front of each other.  Also aware they were in full view of anyone walking on the beach.  The beach was dark and probably no one there, but they couldn’t see that, lit up as they were from the lights of their bungalow.  When Trish arrived back with towels, both hurriedly wrapped the towels around their waists and headed inside to finish their drinks.

Alain, knees shaky, slumped down on the settee, his eyes followed Trish, as she went to the CD player and changed CDs.  Then she joined Dave in the kitchen where he had opened the bottle of bubbly they had brought with them from home. As he pouring three glasses of bubbly, he commented  “I thought tonight might be a good time to crack this; he may like to celebrate.” Tilting his head towards Alain.

Trish leaned in a spoke quietly, “Yes I think it’s his lucky night, and maybe mine as well.  I have wanted to do this with you for a long time now.  Are you all right?  Can I have my fantasy?”

“Yes, I’m OK.  He’s actually a nice guy.  But I wanted to face you and look into your eyes when you come.  But there’s no way I’m going to let you try and take that monster of his in your ass.”

“I’ve thought about that also.  Leave it with me, I’ll sort that out.”  Then Trish wandered back to the lounge and pulled Alain up for a dance.

He protested that he should be getting back to his hotel, as he had to leave for the mainland on the first flight in the morning.  But Trish pointed to Dave placing the glasses of bubbly on the coffee table, and told him they had some celebrating to do first, “and anyway, it’s not even midnight yet.”

At the end of the dance, they all clinked glasses and rose them to Alain’s success in the next couple of days.  Then Trish made Dave dance with her.  He was feeling pretty mellow, and when he looked over Trish’s shoulder and saw Alain watching with an apprehensive look on his face, he lifted the back of Trish’s towel and flashed her bum at him.  She reacted as he knew she would, snapping her hand behind her to pull it down and told him to behave himself.  Dave and Alain both broke out laughing, each seeing the funny side, of her modesty in this situation.

For the next few numbers, Trish swapped between both of them on the dance floor.  Each trying to outdo the other, in pulling her towel up or down to expose her to the other.  Trish stopped acting reluctant and joined in, flicking the guy's towels aside.  Until it turned into a mad wrestle with all three of them naked in the middle of the lounge.

“I think it’s time you boys took me to bed.” Stated Trish.  “If you have anymore exercise or booze, I doubt either of you will be of any use to me.”

So Dave picked her up and carried her into the bedroom.  He laid her down in the middle of their king-sized bed and slid his right arm under her neck.  Alain was right behind them, but sat at the bottom of the bed, lifted Trish’s foot and started sucking on her toes.

“Ouch, That tickles, come up here and cuddle me.”

But, Alain didn’t oblige, he just kissed, licked and nibbled up past her ankles, then onto her calves.  Once he reached her knees, he lifted them up and gave some attention to the hollow behind her knees, then carried on up to her thighs.

It was obvious to Dave where this was going, so he lifted himself up and gave all his attention to her breasts and lips.  He kissed her tenderly, then moved down and lightly nipped down on her now very erect nipples, then when she squirmed around as they became really sensitive, he rose and kissed her again.

Dave was immediately aware of the moment Alain’s tongue started working between her slick, excited labia. Trish arched her back and turned her head from his kiss.  “Please! not there, I think I’m dirty from Dave coming in me.”

The reply was a very French-accented mumble; that Dave made out to be, “I don’t care.” 

Trish arched up again and gasped in a long drawn out breath of air.  “Shit, Dave, I think it must be Gene Simmons down there, his tongue is as long as his cock!!”  He dived back to work on the hard pebbles that crowned her firm breasts, sucking and pinching each one in turn.  Soon he felt her hands around his head, lifting him back to her lips.

“Christ, talk about you guys being too quick, I’m about to come.”  And she attacked his mouth and made like she was attempting to tie knots in Dave’s tongue.  It wasn’t long before she was arching her back up off the bed, and letting out a sonorous, moaning wail of pleasure.

Dave sat up and watched the orgasm take her.  She had her eyes clamped shut, emotions ran all over her face and her body vibrated with pleasure.  He gently kneaded her breasts throughout but released them when she finally slumped down on the bed.

Alain stopped moving then as well, but he stayed put, lightly pressing his mouth on her vagina.  Dave stroked her neck ears and kissed her forehead until finally she opened her eyes and grinned at him.  “That was good, not the big one, but nearly.  It’s so much better for me, having you with me.”

After a few moments, Trish gave a little start and tried to move up the bed.  Dave looked down to see that Alain had started to move, running the tip of his tongue lightly along her slit.  Pushing her lips apart and then slowly sinking his long tongue deep inside her.

Still quite sensitive, Trish tried to move away from his attentions, but he had a good grip on her hips and continued to ravish her, delicately opening her up, savoring the slurry of viscous juices she had released. 

She lifted herself up and watched what Alain was doing.  Dave was lying to her left, he shuffled himself up the bed a little, so he could support her shoulders.   He was already hard, but his cock swelled even more, when her legs involuntarily spread wider, to give Alain more access.  He knew she was getting aroused again, he could see it in her eyes and the slight tremors he felt as he held her up to watch.

With his free hand, he reached forward and kneaded a nipple.  It hardened again, under his attention.  Her renewing arousal triggered his own, his cock twitched and he felt a burning need to take her hard.

Dave let go of her shoulders, she slumped back on the pillow.  He wriggled back down beside her and rolled her up onto her side, then thrust his cock at the crack of her ass.  This dislodged Alain from between her legs, he sat up and moved up the bed.  Seeing her breasts unattended, Alain now set his tongue to work on those. 

With Alain out of the way, Dave pushed Trish all the way on her side, lifted her leg up on top of his own, and pushed his knob against her puckered brown knot.  Trish squirmed away from his pressure.  Dave realized she was not quite ready and needed lubrication.  He reached behind him and pulled open the top drawer of the bedside cabinet.  They had brought some of their sex toys with them on holiday.  He hastily grabbed the bottle of lubrication gel and started applying it to her ass and his cock.  

Alain had transferred his attention back between her legs, he was sat up beside her, gazing intently at his fingers plunging deep and feeling for her g-spot.  Dave had an old fantasy of his own, that he saw the opportunity to have fulfilled.  On the few times Trish had asked for anal, he had fantasized about her using a vibrator while he thrust away, and feeling the vibrations along his shaft, through the thin membrane.  He reached back into the bedside drawer again and handed their vibrator to Alain.

Now slick and well lubricated, Trish welcomed his assault on her backside.  As she pushed back against him, and he slid all the way in, he heard Alain turn on the vibrator.  Then as he slowly withdrew and pushed forward again, he felt Alain sliding the vibrator into her wet, gaping cunt.

The feeling was exquisite for both him and Trish.  Her eager hips bucking against the two phallic objects assaulting her, trying to match the two opposing rhythms.  She was caught up in both frustration and pleasure until Alain finally synced his movements in time with Dave’s thrusts, then she just groaned and lay back enjoying the sublime sensations. 

As the waves of pleasure made her flex and arch her body against them. She realized that she might be building up to the big one, and needed Alain in her urgently.  

Trish reached forward and pulled his head tp look in her eyes, “For god's sake, throw that away and take me now.”

Dave was disappointed when Trish told Alain to withdraw the vibrator.  He had been immensely turned on watching the handsome Frenchman working the six-inch vibrator in between his wife’s legs.  In his position half underneath Trish, he couldn’t actually see the vibrator sliding between her labia.  But just watching the concentration and lust on Alain’s face as he stared intently between her legs, gave Dave a perfect mental image.  That and the vibrating knob of the vibrator, sliding along his shaft was everything he had dreamed in his wildest fantasy.

When Alain slid the vibrator out of her now very wet, wide-open folds.  Trish pushed back and rolled onto Dave, pushing him onto his back.  She maneuvered herself around, making sure to keep him firmly embedded until she had her shoulders nestled in the crook of his right arm, and her ass up and resting on top of his pelvis.  It allowed them to turn face to face; both turned their heads to each other and kissed.

Dave realized she must have worked this out earlier, so they could watch each other's expressions and share the fantasy together.  He thrust hard into her ass, and their kiss became aggressively passionate.

They broke the kiss as they became aware of Alain, legs wide apart, struggling to maintain balance as he lowering himself over them.  Both lifted their heads to watch him squat down, holding his massive phallus in one hand, the other hand on the bed for balance.  Trish moved her long shapely legs together, so they were laid along the top of Dave’s, allowing Alain to straddle them more easily.  Once he was lined up, she spread them again, until they rested against Alain’s calves.

Dave saw that Alain would never be able to hold this position for any length of time.  He motioned for Alain to stand again, reached behind and pulled the pillows down.  He had Trish sit up and placed two under her back, one under her head, the other under his own head.  Comfortable now, he reached down and encouraged Trish to open and raise her legs, which he caught and pulled up towards her chest.  Then he motioned Alain to squat again, this time with his legs much closer together, just each side of Dave’s hips. 

Alain pushed down on his shaft, lined it up, and ran his knob along Trish’s slit.  She opened her legs wider, and the slick, excited labia parted easily, she was so wet and aroused. 

Pillows under their heads allowed them both to view the action.  “Fuck!” said Trish, when she finally took in the size of the cock rubbing against her.  There had to be two inches showing in front of his hand and it looked like there were at least two inches exposed behind the clasped hand.  “Maybe this was not such a good idea,” she exclaimed, turning to look at Dave.

Alain looked between them both, “I’ll be a gentle as I can, tell me if it is too much. I’ll stop.”

He was holding himself, awkwardly balanced, with just his knob nestled in her folds.  Trish turned her attention back to him, “No, I’m alright, just go slowly, please?”  A thought ran through her mind, ‘I have had one this big before. Not with Dave’s cock up my ass, though.’

Dave sensing what she was probably thinking, immediately piped up, “Should I withdraw?”

Trish flicked her head around to him, “Don’t you dare!  Just hold still and let me get acclimatized.”

Alain pushed forward a little, then withdrew, then applied more pressure, sinking another half-inch before withdrawing.  His head bent forward, watching his progress, pulling back each time he saw her hips pull away in discomfort.  But when he comfortably had half his shaft embedded, and knew there was no possibility of his falling out, he raised his head to take in her beauty.  The tense concentrated look left his face, replaced by a broad grin, as he admired her sensuous naked form, lying beneath him.

For Trish, just watching the tip of his shiny bulbous knob, slipping in and stretching her wide, had her close to another climax.  She strained to hold it back, it was way too soon, she needed to be fucked, not defeated by her own orgasm which she knew would set both men off as well, and almost certainly bring an end to the night.

She turned her head, taking in both men's expressions; the look on their faces showing both urgency and desire.  There was no doubt that they were close as well,

“Please stop.  Hold yourselves still.  Don’t move an inch until I tell you, and don’t either of you dare come.”

Trish shut her eyes attempting to hold back.  But the thrusting of Alain, trying to embed himself had dislodged Dave. He was about to slip from Trish’s tight ass.  He used his free left hand to lift Trish’s hip a bit, and slid up the bed, thrusting home to re-connect deep in her ass.

Trish had been lying still, attempting to think of anything but sex.  But images of the day flooded her mind, what Jacques had done to her only that morning, seeing Jacquelyn receiving the same treatment and then her fingering Jacquelyn earlier in the evening.  These thoughts and Dave’s single thrust tipped Trish over the edge.  She wanted to arch her back and yell all the dirty words she knew, as the orgasm took her.  But she stayed still, ramrod stiff, as the molten heat flowed from her cunt to all extents of her body.

Dave was watching her face when it hit, he almost panicked, seeing her face twist up in what looked like agonizing pain.  And although her body was still and showed no signs, he could feel the rhythmic clenching on his cock.  He looked to see if Alain was watching her face. But saw his attention was between her legs, he was staring in wonderment, feeling the rhythmic pulses himself.

Luckily for Dave, his momentary panic had subdued his desire a little and helped ward off his almost certain ejaculation.

As Trish calmed down, she opened her eyes, Alain’s face was now just above hers, he went to kiss her, but she turned her head to Dave and saw concern there.

Dave spoke up, “Did you just cum again?  Shall we stop for a bit and let you get things together?”

“No, I’m OK. Don’t move, and yes, I had a small one. Bear with me.”

Trish thought to herself, ‘It wasn’t that small,’ but she knew the big one was not far off now if she could just get the guys to hold off.  But she couldn’t delay them much longer, so even though still extremely sensitive, she started pushing down, to envelope the last of Alain’s cock.

She was spent, her overheated pussy still throbbing from her second climax.  A sheen of sweat covered her bare legs and back, but she had to drive through all this if she was to have any chance of achieving the elusive climax.  She noticed that Alain was breathing deep, tasting the air, and she became embarrassingly aware of the pungent smell of her sex enveloping them.

With one hand she drew his head down, so she didn’t have to watch him savoring her smell, and felt Alain nibble on her ear, he was supporting himself on both hands now.  Feeling movement in her hips, he applied pressure, meaning to start thrusting the remaining two inches home.

“Alain, please hold still a little longer.  I’m very sensitive and tender.”  She looked down and saw he only had about two inches to go before he was bottomed out.  “Let me do the work for a minute, at my own pace.”

Trish eased down, a feeling of proud accomplishment as another inch sank into her proud mound.  She held still, the sensitivity and tension in her sheath nearly overwhelming her.  Then as the strong feelings receded, she pushed down again and felt relief to see his shaft slide home and his mons rest hard against her.  

Again she motioned to Alain to hold still and give her a moment.

Dave heads up, watched the last of Alain’s thick cock push all the way into his wife.  He noted the bulge of her mound, he had never seen it that pronounced before.  He wondered if it was always like that after an orgasm, engorged with blood, and had he not noticed.  Or was the angle he was viewing it from, or the fact it was now smoothly shaved and naked or was it Alain’s thick cock causing it to look so pronounced.  Whatever; that prominent mound really turned him on and was fuelling all the lascivious thoughts racing around in his mind.

Dave was suddenly overcome with the need to fuck her hard.  He thrust hard and moved both hands around the front and grasped her tits.  Alain felt Dave’s thrust and followed suit.  Trish made to stop them but saw it was impossible, so she just lay and took it.  But as Dave searched out her mouth and kissed her hard, she felt her own arousal overriding the acute sensitivity that was still raging all over her body. 

Her mouth opened and she thrust her tongue between his lips. Her body started to writhe around between the two men.  She wriggled her hips and thrust back hard against Dave’s throbbing member, at the same time aware of Alain pushing hard onto her mons.  

Their passion rose and took over.  Both men were lost now, driving themselves mercilessly into her.  Her toes curled up; her fingernails were forced into the palm of her hands.  Back arching, hips bucking, she let out a throaty, purring growl of pure lust as she climaxed.

It was good.  The one she had been searching for.  Warm feelings like little bursts of electricity ran all over her body.  She marveled at the various parts of her body that were thrumming with new erotic sensations; her ears, her lips, her breasts, even her toes.  But especially her vagina, which strangely was not unbearably sensitive like it normally would have been, but she felt a smoldering craving there and realized that she would eagerly keep fucking if the men were capable.

So there was a little disappointment; when she felt Alain’s cock shrinking and sliding out of her.  Dave also withdrew, thinking she would be too sore to have him in her any longer.  She turned to Dave and kissed him, giving herself time to slowly come down from the high.

Finally, her passions sated, she collapsed onto her back between the two men.  After a few minutes, Alain rolled clear and lay on his back also.  The acrid scent of the men's sweat and semen, mixed with her pungent aroma, permeated the bedroom air.

“Are you alright?” Alain asked.

“Better than alright.” She replied.  “I don’t think I’ll walk again, nor able to have sex for a week, but I’m feeling pretty dam good, thank you!”

Dave propped himself up on an elbow, “Yell out when you are ready and I’ll carry you to the shower.”

“I need to go,” said Alain,  “This has been the best night of my life, but I’m feeling awkward now and will just say or do something stupid.  Besides, I have to be up early for the plane in the morning and I go straight to the ‘le commissariat’ when I land.  My shift starts at 9:00 am.

He rolled to the edge of the bed, looking for his clothes.  Trish reached over and held his arm, “Alain, I want to know what happens with you and you wife.  Dave and I are here for one more night, then we fly over to Papeete and stay one night at the Sheraton before we fly home to NZ.  Will you contact us at the Sheraton and let us know what is happening?”

“Sure, I’ll get onto my brother as soon as I am at work in the morning, so should know something by then.”  He rolled off the bed found his clothes and was gone.

—

When they were on their own, Dave asked Trish if that was as good as she had fantasized?  “Yes, probably better, what about you?”

“Really good, it’s hard for me to admit, but as we have discussed, watching you with others was incredibly erotic, but left me racked with guilt and mixed emotions.  This was very different, for me it was probably more erotic.  Participating and feeling your arousal build, then your total abandon to the desire convulsing through your body, was as good as anything I have ever experienced, and my emotions are much more under control.”

Trish leaned over and clung tightly to Dave, then in a quiet voice, “Would you want to do that again?”

“Maybe!  Has to be the right guy, though.  I wonder if we could get Alain to come out to New Zealand sometime?” He laughed, trying to make like what he had just said was a joke.

“Yes, he was a nice guy.  If he contacts us day after tomorrow, we should ask for his email.”

“So you want to do this with him again?”

“Yes, does that upset you?  I agree with you, it has to be the right guy and we have never found anyone else that fits the bill.”

“We’ll talk about it later.  Now let’s shower and get some sleep.”

To Be continued……..