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As they walked towards the bungalow, in the balmy night air, Jacques lifted Trish’s dress up above her waist. Although there was no one around, the thrill of someone maybe walking around the corner, had Trish blushing and excited. It was almost a full moon, the light and the shadows this cast, really accentuated the curve of her hips and butt.
Dave followed suit, lifting Jacquelyn‘s dress. She gave a gasp of embarrassment but didn’t attempt to pull it down. He pulled back and walked slightly behind her, watching her tight ass scissoring up and down and her hips swaying side to side. He locked the image in his mind, hoping the could recall every detail in the years to come. Knowing he was unlikely to ever see such perfection as this, highlighted in such a beautiful tropical setting.
He couldn’t help but cast a glance at Trish’s ass and compare the two. Jacquelyn's, was narrower, more like a young man. He came to the conclusion that they were both sexy, but for him, Trish’s butt was the more shapely and made a mental note to himself, to remember to compliment her on this later.
The door to Jacques bungalow was wide open, but Jacques stopped them just short of the door. “You are not going to have time to relieve yourselves once inside, so you need to go here." Jacquelyn looked around for a toilet, but Trish understood, she just squatted down, legs apart, and relieved herself on the grass beside the path. This wasn’t in Jacquelyn‘s lessons at her finishing school, and she hesitated for a few moments before yielding. Moving her legs apart, she took Daves hand to steady herself, then squatted on the grass, next to a banksia tree. Dave was fascinated to watch another woman pee, the lips of her vulva swelled apart, then a torrent flowed from between them. It seemed so personal and he found himself getting turned on.
Both women stood, pulled their dresses back down over their hips, and followed Jacques into the bungalow. Close behind them, the first thing Dave’s eye took stock of, was Thierry and Henri making Noel strip all his clothes and handcuffing one of his hands onto a high backed bar stool. It went through Dave’s mind, that this was probably illegal use of their handcuffs, but doubted such a case was unlikely to ever reach any court here in the pacific.
They were to the right of the door, next to a minibar. Jacquelyn went to move over to Noel, but Dave held her and whispered in her ear that he would make sure they didn’t do anything bad to him. She looked to him, “Will you look after me as well, I’m starting to chicken out?”
“You’ll be OK, I have had a word with Jacques, he’s promised me they will do nothing bad to you.”
They found themselves in the lounge of a large family bungalow, directly ahead of them, was a three-seater couch, in front of this a large coffee table. It was already prepared with a duvet folded in half over it, and a thick cushion at one end, obviously placed where a head was to rest. Jacques had already directed Trish to the two-seater couch to their left, to sit beside Alain. He came and took Jacquelyn's hand and led her to the coffee table, Dave looked around for where he would sit, and decided he would stay close to Trish, so he moved over to sit beside her, on the arm of the sofa.
Alain looked up at Dave, as he slid his arm from the back of the settee around Trish’s shoulders. He gave Dave a look that asked if he was alright to do this.
Dave nodded back at him and mouthed, ‘Be respectful of her.’
To which he received another grin and an, ‘Of course.'
Alain drew her gently against him, as all three of them turned their attention to what was happening at the coffee table.
Rennie and Pierre were each side of Jacquelyn standing slightly behind her, Jacques directly in front. Jacques placed his hands around her neck and drew her to his lips. Jacquelyn returned his kiss, but she was nervous and looked really tense. She tensed up even more as Rennie and Pierre unzipped and lowered her dress, leaving her standing there in nothing but her suspenders, stockings, and black high-heels. They lifted one leg, then the other, kicking the dress over towards Henri and Thierry who were sitting on the three-seater with lecherous grins on their faces. Dave was hit by a wave of unease, seeing these two hard men, obviously eager to humiliate and degrade Jacquelyn. He hoped Jacques could control them, as he had promised.
Jacquelyn looked terrified as Jacques broke the kiss, and pushed her backward, he caught her knees, the other two caught her under her arms and lowered her onto the duvet. Jacquelyn had her legs tightly clenched together, and as Jacques went to pry them apart, she called out, “Dave will you come and hold my hand please?”
Dave saw that there were three of the solid stools set around the coffee table, Rennie and Pierre were in the process of sitting down on two of them, Jacques on the other. He wondered if they had broken into some empty bungalows to get the extra stools, as he was certain each bungalow was only issued with one of these stools. Dave got up to go to her, Trish beckoned him to lean down beside her, “You can fuck her if you want. I’m OK about it now.”
“I don’t want to fuck her. I would quite like to make love to her and show her that not all men are assholes, but that's not going to happen here, is it?” He turned away, got a chair from the dining table, then taking her hand, he sat down beside Jacquelyn.
She opened her eyes, looked at him, and mouthed thank you, before closing them again. The three of them were already massaging her, Dave knew their routine, this was going to go much as he had seen this morning. She had said to Trish she would have given all the money she had to be in her place. But now she was here, she looked very uncomfortable and tense. So he leaned in and brushed his lips over hers. She opened her eyes saw that it was him and pushed up, kissing him hard. He opened his mouth and she searched for his tongue.
A jolt, like electricity, ran through Dave, he hadn’t kissed another woman like this for many years. He broke away and looked over to Trish, he was racked with guilt. But saw she was kissing Alain. Trish must have seen him watching her, in her peripheral vision, as she immediately broke away and grinned at him, then turned back to Alain. So Dave once again leaned forward and kissed Jacquelyn. She responded, desperate to kiss and cover her embarrassment at what was being done to her. He took in the different taste, exciting feelings flooding through his mind, his cock growing and trying to stand up awkwardly in the trousers.
As they kissed he felt her relax, she gave a gasp so he broke away to see what was happening. And saw that Jacques was between her legs, nibbling at her clit, then he slipped down and forced his tongue as far into her as he could. Dave looked over to Trish, she was watching him, smiling she gave him a thumbs up. He noticed that Alain had turned towards her and was stroking his hands along her legs, pushing the dress up onto her hips.
He turned away, not wanting to let his emotions show, and looked over to see how Noel was taking this. To his surprise, Noel did not look angry or jealous. In fact, he had a good grip on his hard cock and his face showed a mixture of lust and desire.
He returned his attention to Jacquelyn and could see she was concentrating too hard. He knew from years of experience, that this was not conducive to achieving a climax. So he leaned into her ear. “Relax, there is no hurry. Imagine we are in our bungalow, just you and me, I am shaving you. I pull your legs apart supposedly so I can get the remaining hairs. But really, it is because I want to look at the beautiful flower between your legs, I am peeling apart your petals and insert a finger. You know this is not meant to be part of the Brazilian, but you don’t care, it feels so good.”
Dave turned to see Jacques inserting a finger, and slowly pushing in and out. “Now I insert two fingers, withdraw them, and lift your knees up onto your chest, before inserting them again and playing with your nipples.”
Jacques lifted her knees and pushed them to her chest, indicating to Rennie and Pierre to take her knees, he thrust two fingers into her. Dave continued building her fantasy, and when he told her the door was open and there was a man looking in, her hips started bucking on Jacques’s hand.
He told her he was moving to the side, to give the man a clearer view and she tried to straighten and close her legs. Rennie and Pierre just held her knees until she gave up, then they pulled them wider apart. Dave didn’t need to talk to her anymore, he could see she was into it now, her vulva opening up and leaking sweet creamy juice all over Jacques fingers, which were probing and thrusting between her wide open pink folds. She was very close to her climax, her hips working overtime, trying to get more of Jacques's hand between her legs.
As Jacques pulled out his little paddle, Dave again glanced over towards Trish and was happy to see that both she and Alain were not kissing, and were staring intently at what was going to happen. He again turned to Noel and saw he had already climaxed and had shot spunk all over his stomach. Dave had a funny though, that this was probably the largest ejaculation the guy had ever had.
At that moment Jacquelyn’s hips rose high with her climax, Jacques snapped the paddle down on her clit and Pierre pinched both nipples hard. Jacquelyn let out a yelp of pain, but her body responded quite differently, she spasmed in ecstasy. After thirty seconds, she slumped back seemingly exhausted. But although Jacques slowed the thrust of his fingers, he kept working his fingers in her slit, and Rennie and Pierre now were gently sucked on her nipples. Within moments her hips started to move again, and soon she was arching her hips and pushing her breasts hard into the mouths of Rennie and Pierre. Another spasm took a hold of her, again the little paddle was snapped down hard against her clit and her nipples were stretched and pinched. This was repeated three more times, before absolutely exhausted, Jacquelyn slumped down into the duvet.
The men all got up and left her, Jacques indicated to Dave that he should also leave her. As he rose to his feet he looked at Trish, she was sitting with her legs tightly clamped around her own wrist, dress high up on her hips and the movement of her arm told him she was working on getting her own climax. Her eyes were fixed between Jacquelyn’s legs.
Alain still had his arm still around Trish’s shoulders, his left hand enveloped and massaging one of her breasts. Dave was shocked to see the bulge in Alain’s shorts, he was obviously hung like a donkey. The familiar stab off jealousy ate at Dave, he hated the thought of that monster being thrust into his slender wife. His concern grew as he noted Alain still conversing somewhat urgently into Trish’s ear.
As all this ran through his mind, and he wondered where he was to sit, Jacques stepped over to Trish and took her wrist, stopping her, and withdrawing her fingers, “Not yet, my lovely Patricia. I have plans for you next. You will get your release soon.
He told Alain to get up and organise the stools, so Dave took Alain’s place beside Trish. As she cuddled into him, he asked, “Are you OK? Do you want me to get you out of here?”
“Not yet,” Said Trish, “That was intense, it brought this mornings experience's back for me. I want to see what happens to Jacquelyn now. But then maybe, I need to ask you something first though.”
They watched as Alain and Henri lifted and moved the coffee table, with Jacquelyn still lying spread-eagled on it. They shifted the thick Persian rug to where the coffee table had been, then set up three stools inline on it and placed thick cushions from the Sofa, on two of the stools.
The men all had another round of Pastis, Jacques took a glass over to Jacquelyn, lifted her head, and touched the glass to her lips. She took a good sip then lay back into the duvet, but slowly revived and finally closed her legs together. This brought on an amazing transformation, she came back to life, opening and closing her legs a couple of times, feeling the sensations that this brought between her legs. She reached down and timidly touched herself, the other hand reaching up to see what damage had been done to her nipples. Both hands brought gasps of pleasure, from her lips, and she looked around to see who could help her with her need.
Jacques was over beside her immediately, this is what he had been waiting for. He lifted her up, as he indicated to Dave, to get Trish up as well. Jacques spun Jacquelyn around and guided her down onto her knees and bent her over the middle stool, she clung to the cushion. He told Dave to bend Trish over the stool that was set up by Jacquelyn’s ankles, and then to go and sit on the stool in front of Jacquelyn.
Once Dave was seated and holding Jacquelyn’s hands, Jacques moved alongside Trish and whispered in her ear, “You are going to have to concentrate now, everything I do to you, you are to do to Jacquelyn. If you miss anything you get your ass paddled.” Trish wondered if Jacques was clairvoyant, how could he know that she wanted to touch the gorgeous ass in front of her.
Trish felt him massaging her legs, so she lifted her arms and did the same to Jacquelyn; who was only inches in front of her face. As he moved his hands up to the top of her legs and then inside them, she moved her hips to try and get him to touch her there. She noticed that Jacquelyn made the same motion, attempting to get some contact on her own sex. He ran his hands around the curve of her buttocks, back in between her legs, slightly brushing his fingers down her slit. She again pushed herself back onto him and watched as Jacquelyn‘s cleft swelled open and tried to swallow her own fingers. She found this extremely erotic, what was happening to her, being mirrored in front of her nose, was doubling her pleasure.
Jacques inserted two fingers, and Trish gasped in pleasure and pushed back hard against him, then yelped as she received a sharp smack on her ass. She realised she had been so engrossed in her own pleasure she had forgotten to mirror his attentions. She slammed two fingers into Jacquelyn and thrust them around trying to catch up with what Jacques’s fingers were doing to her. She watched Jacquelyn‘s clit peek out from its fleshy hood and breathed deeply on the smell of Jacquelyn’s arousal.
Jacquelyn went nuts, obviously building to another climax. Seeing this, and not wanting her to cum yet, Jacques withdrew his fingers and Trish did the same. Both Trish and Jacquelyn, swung their hips around, searching for what they had just lost. Then Trish felt him rubbing his knob up and down her slit. He lent over to her ear, “I want to fuck your beautiful ass, but for that to happen, Jacquelyn must have the same.” Then he pushed his knob hard against her ass, but when she pushed back against him, he just withdrew.
She knew exactly what he wanted, so she lifted her head up, looked Dave in the eyes, and asked him to come and fuck Jacquelyn. She saw that Jacquelyn had a hand on Dave’s leg, supporting herself, and sometime in the last few minutes she had unzipped Dave and the other hand was gripped firmly around his erect cock.
But Dave just shook his head and looked from Trish to Jacques, “I’ll stay here, I’m not going any further than what I’m doing.
Trish looked pleadingly at Dave, “Please? Fuck her in the ass, I have to have some relief.”
But Dave just shook his head harder and was relieved to see Jacques gesture Rennie over.
Rennie swung his leg over Trish’s head and bent his knees lining himself up. Dave was relieved to see that Rennie was nowhere near the size of Alain. Trish felt Jacques return to rubbing himself up and down her slit, so she reached forward, took hold of Rennie’s cock and rubbed it up and down Jacquelyn’s slit, getting him wet with Jacquelyn’s juices. When she felt Jacques position himself back against her tight brown button, she pushed Rennie’s cock up onto Jacquelyn and watched as he forced it past her virgin sphincter.
Jacques held himself just inside, and she knew he wasn’t holding back because of her but was giving Jacquelyn time to adjust, so she held Rennie from pushing in any further until Jacques finally started to push in and give her the relief she craved.
The two men built up their pace, long hard strokes, there were whimpers of pain coming from Jacquelyn, but her hips showed no sign of it, they were pushing back hard against Alain’s thrusts, trying to get him in deeper.
She felt fingers being thrust into her vagina and looked around to see that Pierre, was in behind her now as well. A sharp smack on her arse, made her realise again that she was still meant to be mirroring everything done to her, so she pushed two fingers back into Jacquelyn. As she concentrated again on the pleasure being meted out to her, she felt Jacquelyn approaching her climax. Her fingers were being squeezed by muscular contractions in Jacquelyn’s sheath, and she could feel Rennie’s cock running backward and forward through the thin tissue that separated them. This was really turning her on. She moaned in dismay though, as aroused as she was, she knew she was nowhere near to a climax herself.
As Jacquelyn spasmed violently, both men started coming as well. Trish was still holding Rennie’s shaft with one hand, it swelled and pulsed, as his seed surged down his shaft. Jacquelyn was leaking a rich creamy sauce all over her fingers. Oh! The agony, she needed release as well.
As both Rennie and Jacques rolled clear, Trish felt herself picked up and laid on her back, at the feet of the others sitting on the couch. It was Pierre, he positioned himself between her legs and pushed into her. The sweet relief of his shaft digging deep and his bottoming out against her clit, was what she needed. She opened her legs as wide as she could, lifted her feet up and locked her ankles behind his butt. Pierre leaned forward and tried to kiss her, but she swung her head to the side, so he bent lower and look one of her nipples in his mouth. She started to cum, her body responding to every thrust that Pierre gave her. Then as she climaxed, she pulled him off her breast and searched out his mouth.
Dave watched; jealousy ripping through his gut, this he thought was far beyond a frenzied fuck, this looked more like two people making love. He watched in dismay as Pierre drove her quickly to a tumultuous climax, her body wrapped tightly to him and contracting and jerking for more than a minute as they both spent themselves. He would have been even more jealous if he had known that Trish was fantasizing that it was Alain’s huge weapon that was slowly shrinking between her legs.
Pierre just lay there, his full weight spread over Trish’s body. Dave stood, pulled his shorts up, and went over to them. He leaned down and roughly pulled Pierre off his wife. Pierre looked up, about to object, until he saw it was Dave, he clamped his mouth shut and just rolled out of the way.
As Dave lifted Trish to her feet, she turned to him, “Get me out of here, I’ve just passed a point I never thought I would, I want out of here now!”
He picked up her dress pulled it over her head, and moved with her towards the door. Jacques leaped up from the stool, and Dave thought he was going to try and stop them leaving. But he just came over and said his good bye’s, “Patricia, you have learned much in the last twenty-four hours. I will remember you forever, you are truly a beautiful soul.” And he kissed both her cheeks and escorted them to the door.
Dave turned at the door, “I don’t want to leave Jacquelyn here, will you promise to take care of her for us please?”
Jacques just nodded his head, “You know I will my friend, I would like to meet with you again someday under different circumstances. I believe you and I would get on well and have a lot in common.”
As they turned to step outside, Dave saw Thierry moving towards them, an angry look on his face. But Jacques took hold of Thierry’s arm as he passed him, and forcefully steered him back to the settee.
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They walked back to their Bure in silence. Once in the room, Trish asked Dave to shower with her and clean all traces of the night from her. It wasn’t till she had held the shower nozzle between her legs, two fingers opening herself up to the flush of water, that she spoke again.
“I’m sorry. I hope I haven’t destroyed our marriage?”
Dave replied, “I don’t think so. We both went into this together. I will fight bloody hard to keep you. I’m sorry for my reaction, I just could not stand to see another man bringing you to a climax better than I have ever given you.”
Trish reached up grabbed his head and pulled it down to kiss her. She broke free, “That was nothing like what you have given me. You and I have had dozens of orgasms over the years that have equaled that, some were better. That was but one with a man I will never see again. Still, it scared me, I think maybe we have reached the end of this journey.”
“Good, I think if we continue down this path, we are going to regret it.”
They dried each other and still naked, climbed into their bed and cuddled for a while. Trish finally spoke. “I would like to get my affair with Yvette of my chest.”
“Good,” replied Dave. “But first, on the settee earlier, what was Alain talking to you so urgently about?”
“He was trying to talk me into our leaving. He said wanted to make love to me, but could not do it in front of all those guys, also that he couldn’t bear to watch the others taking me, especially Henri and Thierry.”
“What answer did you give him?”
Trish lowered her eyes, looking embarrassed, and not wanting to answer. Dave nudged her, “We are long past embarrassment, you know you can tell me anything.”
She looked him in the eyes, “I told him I would ask you, but that we were both concerned about Jacquelyn and wanted to stay and protect her. He said she would be alright, that Jacques could handle Thierry.”
Trish hung her head, obviously having not finished. Dave again had to push her to tell him more.
Hesitatingly she continued, “I told him about our fantasy of my sharing you with another man. Sorry, I don’t know why I let that out, it just came out before I could shut my mouth.”
“What did he say to that?” Dave asked.
“He didn’t say much to that but pushed me again to leave with him. So I said I would ask you about leaving. But before I could talk to you, Jacques came over told him to arrange the stools, and it all just accelerated from there. When you pulled Rennie away from me, I looked over at Alain and the look of disappointment on Alain’s face was one of the reasons I wanted out of there. I’m sorry!”
“That’s alright, I can understand his disappointment. We’ll talk about our fantasy sometime when we get back to NZ, but for the present, I’m bloody glad we got out of there tonight. Now, tell me about your little French affair.”
They cuddled up together, and after some time Trish quietly started talking.
“You are right in your presumption that something happened, but it wasn’t a little affair. Yvette came to live with us in my last year of High school. Her Parents had a two-year posting here in Tahiti, and our school had an exchange program with the school she was attending. Within a month we had progressed from good friends to something much deeper. She would creep my bed most nights, and we sometimes got little sleep. By the end of the year when she returned to Tahiti, I was deeply in love with her, or so I thought. We corresponded for the next two years, while I was at university and saving every penny I could, to go and be with her in France. She had returned to Montpellier with her parents by then.”
“But about a year before I met you, I had a letter from her, saying she had met the love of her life, ‘a man’ and was getting married. I was devastated and went crying to my mother. She was not surprised, she had known what was going on between us, but my father never knew. I had to sort out my sexuality, I guessed I was a lesbian but didn’t really know. I tried hooking up with some girls at University, that had hit on me at one time or another and quickly found that I wasn’t a lesbian. I tried going out with some guys, but found them all to be only after one thing, and was definitely not in the right frame of mind for that.
No one suspected any of this, even at university where everyone was playing around, my good girl image just became stronger, because I wouldn’t join in to all the raunchy parties. I wanted to join in, I wanted to have fun but was quite screwed up.
The night I went to the party and met you, I had given in to a girlfriend's pressure to attend, but warned her I would be leaving early. Then I saw you and felt an attraction I hadn’t known for a long time. I watched as you moved around the party talking so easily with both the guys and girls there. I asked a friend about you, and she told me you were a real playboy and pointed out two girls that you had slept with. Questioning her some more, I realised that in fact, she had slept with you as well. I expected her to be bitter at you for chatting up all the other girls there, but she didn’t seem fazed or at all dismayed by your actions.
I was intrigued, I knew plenty of girls who were livid about certain guys for using them and then moving on. So I maneuvered next to you and started a conversation. You were nice and treated me like a woman, and over the next half hour of our talking, I had pretty much made up my mind I was going to lose my virginity to you. Well my male/female virginity, anyway.
Trish paused, thinking how much more to open up and tell him. But before she could continue, there was a knock at their door. Dave made to get up, but Trish pulled him back beside her, “I will go, I don’t want you punching someone, it might be the guys asking us to go back. I can get rid of them.”
“Stay here and ignore it. What if it is Thierry? he was really pissed that you left.” Argued Dave.
“No! It may be Noel or Jacquelyn, so I can’t ignore it, stay there. I will call if I need you.”
Trish gave him a firm look, letting him know he would be in trouble if he dared to move. Then slipped off the bed.
To be continued……
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