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Trish came awake slowly.  Alain was on top of her, his thick cock, stationary, deeply embedded inside her.  She felt stretched wide and a bit sore, but the pleasure he was giving her, was overriding her discomfort.  She opened her legs wide to allow him more access, and her left knee bumped against another warm body.

She opened her eyes to find it was just a dream.  She was on her back, legs spread wide, her leg hard against Dave’s hip.  Her fingers were embedded deep in her cunt, and she tipped them out quickly, not wanting Dave to catch her like that.  She looked over and saw Dave was also on his back, mouth slightly open, but still fast asleep.  It was broad daylight and she wondered how late they had slept, but didn’t want to wake him.

She lay still, mind wandering back to her dream, and took in the fact that she actually was a little sore down there.  A perverse thought crossed her mind, ‘I guess the dream of him stretching me wide, came from the condition of my vagina.’

She felt horny though, only made stronger by her remembering the dream and the events from the night before.  She closed her legs, rolled over to Dave, and pulled the sheet from him, before lowering herself down and taking his limp cock in her mouth.  Another thought played out in her mind, ‘Why is he not hard, he always wakes ‘piss proud’ in the mornings’.

Trish felt Dave awakening from his slumber around the same time his cock started hardening in her mouth.  She loved making him hard this way, it seldom happened anymore these days.  For the last few years, he usually initiated sex, and by the time she warmed up and responded, he was always fully erect.  

Once fully awake, Dave spoke his first words of the day, “What an incredible way to wake up, you surely don’t want more already?”

Trish lifted her head from her ministrations, “I might do, not penetrative though, I’m a bit sore down there; I have no idea why!”

“Right, get up here.” And he lifted her up gently, then encouraged her to spin around and he slid under her into a sixty-nine position.

Trish lowered her hips onto his face, telling him to be very gentle.  And resumed work on his now very erect cock.  They spent the next twenty minutes getting one another off.

Afterward, lying side by side, Trish asked him why he didn’t have his morning hard-on before.  “Oh, I got up at about seven o'clock and had a pee, then must have fallen sound asleep again.”

“God! What time is it now then?”

Dave reached over the bedside cabinet and picked up his watch. “9:30, no wonder I’m hungry.  We’ve slept in.  Let’s have a quick swim and go get some breakfast.”

Trish nodded her head and leaped from the bed.  He watched with admiration, her beautiful naked body disappear out through their bedroom door, and heard the splash before his own feet hit the floor.

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On their way to breakfast, they started discussing the night before and wondering what had happened to Jacquelyn and Noel.  But the couple was not at breakfast, and it wasn’t until just after 11:00 that the couple approached them at their usual spot by the pool.

Trish leaped up and welcomed Jacquelyn, “How are you?”  She flung her arms around her, then leaned back, holding her at arm's length and scrutinising her face. “Are you alright? Sorry, we left you there.  I have been feeling guilty and worried all morning.”

Jacquelyn just laughed and pulled Trish back to her and held her tightly.  She whispered into Trish’s ear, “I would like to talk with you guys later and compare notes, but want to get rid of Noel, as then I can talk more openly.”

“Why don’t I get Dave to take Noel to play golf for the afternoon?”

“No!  I want to talk with you both, but golf is a great idea, I’ll sort that and see you guys this afternoon.  In the meantime, Noel and I need to eat.”

Dave listening to much of this, piped up, “Make it after 2:00, in our room, as we will have had enough sun by then.  Also, we had a late breakfast, so won’t want lunch until 1:00.

Once Jacquelyn and Noel had left for their brunch, Dave asked if Trish wanted to talk about the night before and sort out their story of why they had left Jacquelyn alone.  “I’m feeling guilty, so I know you will be even more guilty than me.”

They ran through the night's events and came to the conclusion that they should just be honest with her.  Trish stating that she was happy telling Jacquelyn everything.  They talked, swam in the sea, talked some more, by which time was almost 1:30 and they needed to get back to their room.

“You take the towels back, I’ll go get a couple of plates of food for our lunch,” said Dave, as he pulled on his shirt and walked off to the day lunchroom.

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Jacquelyn knocked on the door just after 2:00.  She moved into their room with confidence, her face glowing with pride. She sat opposite Trish, on the three-seater. “I told Noel he was playing golf, he objected, saying I just wanted to visit you guys so I could fuck Dave.  I retorted, ‘you just want to watch’, which he didn’t deny.  Then I explained to him that Trish wouldn’t share him with me; we were only going to talk.  So he meekly gave in, got his golf gear on, and went off to order a Taxi.  I should have stood up to him years ago, he’s been putty in my hands after last night.”

Dave gathered the lunch dishes and stood. “I’ll tidy up and then go read my book out on the deck.  You guys stay there and talk.”

Jacquelyn said she was OK about Dave listening, as she wanted his opinions.  But he countered that he would be just through the ranch sliders, so they could include him whenever they needed.

Once Dave finished cleaning up, he moved out and settled himself down on one of the deckchairs to read his book, but found he couldn’t concentrate, the conversation behind him was far too interesting.  Jacquelyn was describing her night, Dave found it fascinating listening to her version of events.  She started by thanking Trish for allowing him to comfort her when they had first entered Jaques’s bungalow, saying that,  “without Dave’s support and reassurance, I would almost certainly have bailed.”

She admitted that one of the sexiest parts of the night for her was being fingered by Trish, while she was fucked in the ass.  Dave’s mind wandered as she described who and when the other men had taken her.  Partly as it was apparent Jacquelyn herself did not remember much of what they did to her.  As she put it, she was in a state of constant arousal and things were a bit blurred.

But he did come out of his own reminiscing, when he heard Trish state, “Yes, Dave can’t understand that either, it’s hard to explain the sexual thrill of being taken hard and talked dirty too.   He subconsciously was aware that Jacquelyn had been describing Thierry taking her hard at the end of the evening.

“Yes, he’s such a loathsome little man,” replied Jacquelyn, “But he whispered such dirty, debased things in my ear as he fucked me, I had the most enormous climax of the night.  He had the thickest cock of all the guys there.  It wasn’t anywhere near as long as Jacques, but it was thicker than my wrist, you should have seen it.”

She hesitated for a minute, obviously thinking about what or how to tell the next part.  “It’s a bit embarrassing, but Noel was really turned on by Thierry fucking me.  He was on the couch, only a couple of feet away, They released him from that stool, just after you left.  He was wanking himself so hard, and just before I came, he leaned over and started fingering my ass, that really, really turned me on.  Thierry made him get off the couch and ‘you know’ lick me when he had finished.  Surprisingly, I think Noel really enjoyed doing that.”

Dave’s mind wandered again, thinking about both women’s enjoyment of being treated like sluts.  Trish was correct, he really found it hard to comprehend.  With both of them appearing so strait-laced, almost prudish, it was unbelievable that they could actually enjoy being degraded like that. 

Dave’s ears pricked up at the sound of Alain’s name.  He realised that Trish was now telling Jacquelyn about their experience after they left the bungalow.  He was interested to hear Trish’s version of their night.  Past experience told him she would tell Jacquelyn things about their encounter with Alain, that she would probably never admit to him.  And he wasn’t disappointed, her description of their night's events, revealing just how much she had been aroused by their threesome. 

Partway through her description of the night, Dave heard her lower her voice and he strained his ears to her admit to one disappointment, “I wanted to be forced into the threesome and made to do things outside of my comfort zone.  But they were both being so bloody respectful of me, I had to take matters in my own hands, and take the initiative or the threesome would never have happened.

Jacquelyn made a comment of understanding, “That was what was so good for me last night, the men took charge and demanded things of me I had not even known about.”

Again Dave sat in amazed contemplation, at this new revelation.  He realised he was only now, after seventeen years of marriage, learning some of Trish’s innermost secrets; new things that turned her on.  He filed this information away in the innermost reaches of his brain.

Having covered all the nitty-gritty of their experiences, they appeared beside him on the deck, stripped down to just their panties, and dived into the sea.  Then dam near-naked, as their panties had turned transparent, they dragged themselves out of the water. Trish lay on a towel beside Dave, Jacquelyn took the other deckchair.

“How much did you listen to?” Asked Trish, “and don’t tell me you were reading your book all the time.”

“No, I heard a bit, but I missed much of your conversation, my mind wandering and working overtime trying to sort through some intelligible answers to some of what I heard.

“Oh!  Exclaimed Trish, “What did you have trouble with?”

“Your both wanting to be abused by Thierry was one.  I can’t get my head around any woman wanting to sleep with that horrible little man.  I kind of get that it was just sex and that in the throws of lust, there may be some sexual thrill.  But with that man; No, just can’t get my head around it.”

“Hmmm, something for you and I to fathom out another time.” Replied Trish.

Dave quickly changed the subject and asked Jacquelyn about her and Noel.  “How do you think you guys will get on now, do you think your marriage can survive last night?”

“As I explained to you guys yesterday afternoon, divorce is absolutely out of the question.  The marriage between Noel and I was arranged years ago, to secure the future of both the family interests.  Added to that is our catholic upbringings, which do not allow for divorce.  So no matter how bad a marriage is, it has to hang together, If only in appearance.  But the funny thing is that last night probably saved our marriage.  As unhappy as I was with our sex life, I would have never had the guts to play around, and I’m quite certain Noel would never have admitted to any of the vices I now know he entertains.”

“Do you think Noel will allow you to be shared again?  If you want to, that is! Asked Trish.

“I would love to do that again, and I’m pretty certain that Noel would be keen.  But we haven’t talked about any of the evenings events yet.  I find it so easy to talk with you guys, but just don’t know how to even start with Noel.  But things have changed between us, I ordered him to go play golf before, and he hardly argued at all.  That would never have happened before today.  So I need to get my head around the fact that things from now on can, and will be done on my terms.”

What about when you get back to Paris, how are you going to search out other partners?  Dave asked.  “Sorry, that is a bit forward of me, don’t answer if you don’t want to, but you know part of our story and that it has been our catering for the stag-do’s that put us in situations.  I’m pretty certain that we would have never strayed from our conventional marriage if it wasn’t for our making the change to run our own business.”

“That’s alright, I don’t mind what you ask me.  I’ve never had anyone I can talk about these things before.  Certainly not a male anyway.  I would like to do that again…. Lots of times.”  She said, laughing. “But we live in a very closeted situation, we have to worry about the news media, kidnapping, etc. So it will be difficult.  But there is a friend of Noel’s, that has chased me for years, so he may just get lucky now.  But I need to be careful, there are many catty women in our social circle and I don’t want them to know anything.”

Dave got up and turned his deckchair to face Jacquelyn more directly, then leaned toward her.  “You have access to money, at least you said you have money off your own.”  Jacquelyn nodded her head.  “Well, I have a mate in Auckland, who sold up everything he owns and has built a boarding house for single men.  It’s quite basic, only five stories high.  The ground floor has a small apartment for a Janitor, the rest of the floor is taken up with a Gym.  The next three floors have six one-bedroom rooms on each level.  Each room has a bed at one end, room for a settee and television at the other.  There is a communal kitchen on each level, plus two bathrooms on each level.  The fifth floor has two penthouses, they are only two-bedroom but nicely laid out with great views.  He and his wife have one of the penthouses.  Their plan is to eventually, hire a janitor to run everything and they will retire.  But for the moment they are running the show.”

Jacquelyn stopped Dave.  “You're saying I should run a boarding house for single men and fuck them all?”

“No!  Well if you want to.”  And they all cracked up laughing.  “No, when I asked why they had done this, he gave me a dozen reasons, but one of them may interest you and Noel.  He said, that in these changing times, he wanted security for him and his wife.  They have an underground garage, and there is only one way to get to the top floor, and that is in a card-operated lift from the garage or the foyer.  Seems to me, that if you were to invest in a development like this, you could have an apartment that no one knows about, and come and go in your car with no one even seeing you.”

“Sounds interesting, but I have no idea about property development.” Said Jacquelyn, “Still, it would get me out of that boring bank.  I’ll run that past Noel, give me an opening to bring up where we go from here.” 

They talked some more, running all sorts of different ideas past each other until they noticed the sun was starting to get low towards the horizon.  Jacquelyn checked her watch, saying she should get back and see if Noel had returned.  Trish told her to wait a little longer, “You don’t want to be waiting for him when he comes through the door, let’s have a quick drink.”

By the time Jacquelyn had finished her drink, it was getting quite dark.  Dave asked if she wanted him to walk her back to the bungalow, but she declined, saying it was not far and all the paths were well lit.  They arranged to meet for dinner at 8:00.

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Dinner was interesting, Noel it turned out was very keen on the idea of investing in specialty apartments and had many questions for Dave.  So the evening was taken up with Noel firing questions which were interpreted through Jacquelyn and Trish.  It was close to midnight, when they swapped emails, promised to keep in touch, and headed for their bungalows.

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Dave and Trish were up early, had breakfast, and checked out.  They landed in Papeete just before noon and caught a taxi to the Sheraton hotel.  Their room was very smart, up on the second floor, with a small balcony overlooking the pool.

They spent the afternoon down by the pool, lazing around.  Only getting up to swim or go get a cooling drink.  Around 4:00 pm, the bar waiter came over and said there was a phone call for Dave.  He looked at Trish in alarm, “I hope nothing is wrong at home.”  His first concern, being that Sally may have burnt their kitchen premises down.

But when he got to the phone, he found Alain on the other end.  He sounded happy and started to explain all his news.  Dave stopped him, “Alain, hold up, please.  I want you to tell Patricia.  Can you come out here to the Sheraton and give us all your news?”

There was silence, then, “I finish my shift at 5:00, and will go home and change from my uniform.”

Dave thought quickly, “No, come straight here in your uniform, we would like to have dinner with you.”

I will bring some street clothes with me then, as I can’t have dinner in my uniform. I should be there about 5:30.”

“OK, great.  We will look forward to hearing your news.” Replied Dave.

Dave put the phone down but continued to sit at the bar, thinking about what to tell Trish and how far he was prepared to go.  The memories of her conversation with Jacquelyn racing through his mind.   Especially the part where she had wanted to be forced into a threesome and made to do things out of her comfort zone.

Finally having formed a plan, he wandered back to the pool and lay down beside Trish.

“Who was on the phone?” she asked.

“Just the resort out on Moorea, I’ve left a jersey and shorts in a drawer there.  They wanted to send them over on the plane, but I told them to just throw them away.  Buggered if I’m going out to the airport for those.”  He had left some clothes there on purpose, as his bag was so heavy, so felt he was telling her only half a lie.

Dave was lying on the deckchair, wondering how to get Trish to their room and then intercept Alain.  When she sat up and stated it was after 5:00, she had had enough sun and was going to their room for a shower and get ready for dinner.

“OK, I’ll have a last swim, then follow you up in half an hour or so.  Give you some time to yourself.”

He waited until he was sure she was in their room, then pulled his shorts over his speedo’s, donned his shirt, and head for reception.  He sat in one of the armchairs there and awaited Alain’s arrival.  He didn’t have to wait long, a battered old Citroen rolled up and out hopped Alain.  He gestured to the boys in the lobby to park his car, threw them the keys, then turned and saw Dave.

“I have my clothes here, and need to change, can I use your room?”

“Of course, but sit with me a minute.  I need to run a couple of things past you.”

Alain looked worried, obviously thinking Dave was going to have it out with him about their activities the night before last.  But he pulled up a chair and sat opposite Dave.

Dave waved to him to relax, “Hey, I’m all good, no problems with me or Trish, OK.  I haven’t told Trish about your phone call.  I want to surprise her, but first I want to run past you, some stuff I overheard yesterday, between Trish and Jacquelyn.”  Then Dave proceeded to explain about her being disappointed, in their being such gentlemen the other night.   He explained he was keen to try it again, but for them to take the initiative.

Alain’s face lit up at the prospect of another session with Trish, he had thought the would never happen again.  “I will take you guys to dinner in town, I have a favorite little restaurant, and we can have some fun there.”

Dave led Alain up to their room, just before they got to the door, they passed the alcove that housed a vending machine and the ice-maker.  Dave stopped at the alcove, “I’ll wait here.  You go in and arrest Trish and bring her here, we can have her over the ice-machine.”

Alain looked doubtful, “We’ll get caught, and I would get in serious trouble if anyone sees us and complains.”

Dave gestured to Alain not to worry. “I’ve not seen a single person walk along here, I don’t think the hotel is even half full.  Here, give me that bag of clothes, go and give her a fright and march her out here.  If it’s not on we can go into the room, but give it a try.  It’s two doors along, Room 122.” 

Alain walked to the door, inserted the card, and quietly moved inside.  He saw the small cleaner's wedge and jammed the door half-open with it.  He was startled when Trish called out.  “I’m in the bathroom, don’t come in, I’m shaving.”

He moved to the door from where the sound of her voice had come and could see that the door was not fully closed.  Putting his eye to the 2” gap, he saw that Trish was standing at the basin, one foot on the vanity top with her knee wide apart.  Her back was to him, but in the mirror, he could see she was shaving inside the top of her legs.  He grew hard as he took in the view of her labia being pulled open, as she carefully stroked the razor around between her legs.

She had a towel wrapped around her breasts, but it was split wide open because of her stance and she had her head down concentrating on not cutting herself.  He pushed the door open and stepped into the bathroom, so concentrated, she still did not notice him.  He put his hand on her shoulder and said.  “Madame, we have had a complaint about you, I need to ask you to come with me and answer some questions, S'il vous plaît.  All this was said in French, and he changed his tone to disguise his voice.

Trish dropped the razor, let out a gasp, and started to protest.  But Alain just spun her around and marched her out of the bathroom and out the open front door.  At the door, she started protesting violently, but he gripped her shoulder hard and turned her towards the alcove with a hand on her waist.

She was protesting loudly as he marched her along the walkway but went silent in confusion when he turned her at the vending machine and she came face to face with Dave leaned up against the ice-machine.  Her mouth dropped open, the realisation came over her and she spun around and looked Alain in the eyes for the first time.  “You bastards!  I was crapping myself then.  Fuck Alain, you rotten bastard.”

Dave stepped forward and pulling on the towel, dragged her in against the ice-maker.  Then he tugged it free from her breast and dropped it to the ground, leaving her totally naked.

Trish gave a shocked squeal and made to cover herself while trying to bend and get the towel back.  Alain stepped in behind her slipped his hands under her arms and took a breast in each hand.  Dave reached down and cupped her still soapy vulva.

“Christ!  Not here. Cried, Trish.  You have to be joking, someone will come past.

“You're a bad girl,” Dave whispered in her ear. “You’re all wet down there, and with all the naughty things you have been up to, the Law has caught up with you.  I think she needs a good stroke or two on her backside Alain.”

“Ah! In French, we say ‘Coup’, which also means poke.  I think this is what she needs.”  And Trish felt Alain unzip and release himself against her back.

“Not here you bastards, you can’t do it here.” And she struggled to getaway.  

But to no avail, as both men held her firm.  Dave pulled her hard against him and leaned back over the ice-machine, lifting her feet up off the cold concrete.  And she felt Alain push her legs apart and ease himself into her now extremely wet gash.

Still struggling, she looked out to the walkway. No-one was there, but she could only see a couple of meters of the walkway.  Expecting someone was about to appear, she felt a surge like an electric jolt run through her body.  It was an anxious panicky feeling, but mixed with it, the thrill of being discovered and she felt her already moist quim start to gush, as Alain lunged into her from behind.

Dave was also watching the walkway and looking a bit anxious, he still had his hand between her legs and was strumming away on her clit.  She realised that she needed to get them off and back to the room before they were discovered.  So she pushed herself back from Dave, then as her feet touched the concrete, she bent, slid Dave’s cock out of his shorts, and took him in her mouth.  Then moaning and mumbling to them that she was about to cum, she jerked her bum around on Alain’s prick, backing hard against him with each of his thrusts.

Sure enough, within minutes she heard Alain start to groan, and his strokes quicken.  She put all her effort into getting Dave off now, taking him as deep into her mouth as she could, then drawing back and curling her tongue around his knob.  

Alain came first, he hammered into her hard, and she could tell he was trying to suppress his groans of pleasure.  As Dave came, she nearly choked; Alain, in the final throws off his orgasm, was still thrusting hard and jerking her against Dave’s shaft, deeply buried in her throat.

Trish had been very close, but she didn’t come herself, it was way too fast for her.  She bent and grabbed the towel from the ground and went to wrap it around herself, but Alain pulled it away.  “You don’t need that, come on, follow me I have news for you.”  And he turned, luring her with the towel, to follow him into their room.  

Trish snapped her head left and right before stepping from the alcove, but there was no-one there.  So she scurried along behind aware that Dave was right behind her, albeit very unsteady on his shaky legs.

Before they could stop her, she ducked into the bathroom and locked the door.  Then as she evaluated what had just happened, she realised the thrill of what had just happened, and that she was now really horny.   Still, she wrapped a bathrobe around her before unlocking the door and joining the men in the lounge.

Both were seated, red-faced, and looking very smug with themselves.

“You bastards” Trish exclaimed, “This news had better be good!”

Alain gestured for her to sit, and started explaining.  “I went into the station as soon as I landed yesterday and before I even looked at my assignments for the day, I rang my brother.  He was not in the least surprised at my news and explained he had set up a trust for the house soon after our parents died.  I hadn’t signed the document, as he had never had a chance to put them in front of me, but he had managed to get everyone else’s signatures.  But although not strictly legal without my signature, he could get around that, and the appropriate sheets would be in the next mail for me to sign.”

Both Trish and Dave gave Alain the thumbs-up.  He beamed and rushed on.

“Next I rang Pascal, it was late at night there and they had just gotten home from a night out with friends.  One of the couples with them being my wife and partner.  He was reluctant to tell me his name, but when I explained she was pushing for a divorce and my brother would have his name soon anyway, he told me.  It was Rainier a Gendarme in my office, it was who I suspected it would be.  My wife had evidently confided to his wife about the divorce and mentioned her settling on her getting the house and staying there, so they would still be neighbors.  I wanted to tell him ‘Dream on’ but clamped my mouth closed and didn’t tell him anything about the trust.”

“I decided not to write a letter to the Surveillant Général, but put a call through to Paris and asked if I could speak with him.  They told me to hang up and that they would get back to me.  I had only just started to read my first assignment for the day when the Surveillant Général himself called back.  I was as diplomatic as possible, but explained my situation, and that I wanted to hand in my resignation, as I could not return to Paris in a couple of months and work alongside this man who was living with my wife.  He didn’t say much, but indicated that I was not to make any hasty decisions and that he would get back to me.”

“His secretary called at lunchtime today, saying there would be a letter from the Surveillant Général, but I was not to resign until I read it.  When I pushed her, she told me, ‘that off the record’, Rainier was going to be transferred down to Marseilles, into a very rough part of the town.  And that although on paper it looked like a promotion, it was far from that.  It was being fast-tracked, as he was replacing an officer who had quite under suspicious circumstances.  He may be moving out of Paris as early as next week.” 

“So I want to take you both to a little restaurant that is next to my apartment in town.  My shout and I have already bought a couple of bottles of my favorite Champaign.  Shall I go down to the bar, while you get ready?”

Dave looked over to Trish, she gave him an uplift of her eyes.  “Don’t be silly.  Dave pour him a Canadian Club, I’ll have one too, as we can’t take that bottle on the plane, and it's not going in my suitcase to leak over everything.  What shall I wear?”

Dave looked over to Alain. “I think she should model some sexy outfits for us.  We’ll just sit and chose the one that pleases us the most.”  Alain nodded his head in agreement.

Dave made them all drinks then pulled on some light chino’s and a short-sleeved shirt, before slumping down next to Alain, who meanwhile had changed out of his uniform.  

For the next 20 minutes, Trish paraded in and out of the bathroom with the clothes she had bought while on holiday.  Some of them, Dave didn’t even realise she had bought. He doubted there was a hell of a lot of their US$ left in the travel wallet. 

Trish finally walked out in a light blue satin backless dress with a cowl neck.  It was very loose down to the waist and they could see she wasn’t wearing a bra.  It was tight-fitting at her hips, down to about two inches below her crotch, then billowed out in folds of material to just above her knees.  As she walked and spun around for them, the folds parted and showed her shapely legs.

Trish saw the lust in their eyes. “I thought this would be the one, I can’t wear a bra with this, are you OK with me being out in public like this?”  She asked Dave, as she spun around and bent over to show him how the top of the dress dropped away from her breasts, leaving both beautiful globes exposed and hanging free.

“Yes, I”m sure between the two of us, we can hold the hoards off lecherous Frenchmen at bay.” Said Dave.  “I hope you don’t have any Knickers on.”

“No way am I walking out of here with no panties, you can forget about that.”

Alain spoke up, “It’s alright Dave, she should keep them on, but when we get to the restaurant they will have to be removed.”  As Trish went to object, Alain waved her to relax, “You will be OK when we get to the restaurant, it is very quiet and secluded.  Far away from the usual touristy spots.”

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Alain drove them into town, his apartment was close to the waterfront, they parked the car then walked down to an old building a couple of doors down from his apartment.

Trish read the sign above the door.  “La boîte de nuit, that's a nightclub, I thought you said it was a restaurant.”

“It’s more of a club, almost a private club, as only the locals in this vicinity frequent it.  It has really good food and I eat here several times a week.” Said Alain.  “It does have entertainment though and music, but people seldom dance.  So it’s not really a nightclub.”

They ascended the stairs and were shown to a cubical near the back of one wall.  It had a good view of the stage.  Alain assisted Trish to her seat and sat beside her, leaving Dave to sit opposite them.  Trish took in the fact that there was a pole on one side of the stage.  “Do they do pole dancing, or is that for stripping?”  She asked.

“Both.” Replied Alain.  “You never know what is going to happen on any particular night. I have seen patrons on the stage stripping, male and female.  But usually, Victor will hire a couple of Tahitian girls, if there are to be strippers.”

A stereotypical Frenchman walked towards them.  He was swarthy with a 5 o'clock shadow, he was wearing the very French black and a white striped T-shirt but to her surprise, he was not wearing a beret.  

“Ah! Here comes Victor now.”  Alain stood and introduced him as the owner of this fine establishment.  “What is the entertainment tonight?”  

Victor leaned down to Trish, took her hand in his, and kissed it.  “Ah! Such beauty, I think we should have you on our stage tonight.  I have some local girls to dance for us, but their beauty is pale against yours.”

Trish blushed, he spoke too fast for her to understand him properly, but she got the gist.

Alain stepped in, “that champaign I brought please, you lecherous old bastard.” 

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The food was superb, and for an entree, Dave and Trish had tried ‘snails’, a first for them both and they found them delicious.  The Champaign flowed and the conversation was interesting.  Alain told them stories about some of the diners that were seated at the tables on the open floor.  There were some couples, but it was mostly men.  When their conversation touched on their escapade earlier that night, and they found that Trish had not had an orgasm, both men stated they needed to do something about that and she felt Dave’s foot pushing between her knees, as Alain dropped his hand under the table and attempted two lift her dress.

“Not here, not now, god you guys are irrevocable.” 

Dave grinned at her.  “We need to give you some relief, you're looking a little tense.” 

“Of course I’m tense, seems like most of the men in here are perving on us, and you guys are feeling me up in front of them.”

Dave looked around, “There are only a couple that can see into our cubical, and they cannot see what’s happening under the tablecloth.  So just relax.”

Alain’s hand was sliding up under her dress, but she grabbed his wrist stopping his progress.  “Later guys, I’m not doing anything here.”

They both eased back, but Alain did not remove his hand and Dave was still caressing her leg with his foot.

At that moment Victor appeared on the small stage and announced the entertainment for the night.  “We will have a saucy little Carteret this evening, I hope you are not all too shocked.  Enjoy!”  The main lights lowered, colored spotlights bathed the stage and to accompanying music, six dancers leaped onto the stage.  There were four girls and two men, the girls were dark-skinned and very attractive, dressed up like CanCan dancers.

Everyone shuffled their chairs around to face the stage.  Trish and Alain did not have to move, they were almost facing directly to the stage, but Dave had to swivel around at 45 degrees to watch.

Trish immediately felt Alain’s hand creeping up from her knee.  She put her hand over his trying to slow his progress.  He stopped, removed his hand and she relaxed.  But then found he was placing that arm around her and slid his hand around onto her right breast.  

“No!” She exclaimed. Trying to move his hand while she watched all those around them.  But now his left hand dropped to her exposed legs.  She was using both hands trying to remove the hand on her breast and had to drop one to grab the hand that was stroking her legs.

“No one is watching, relax.” He whispered in her ear.  “Everyone is more interested in the Stage now.”

Still, she kept a hold of his hand, as his fingers slowly crept up her leg.  Skirt folds falling away, he exposed her legs right up to her crotch.  The movement of his fingers causing her to catch her breath, her head snapping around again to see if anyone was paying them attention.  She saw that the girls on stage were lifting their skirts and exposing their brief panties and long tanned legs.  She realised no one was going to turn and watch them while that was happening, so she relaxed and opened her legs a little.

His slow adventurous fingers reached the top of her legs and he brushed lightly along her slit.  His touch extracted a gasp, she lay her head on the padding of the seatback.

As he slipped his fingers under the elastic band of her bikini briefs, she kicked out to let Dave know of her predicament.  They had agreed, never to play around without the other being there.  Dave turned and saw what was happening, he looked to see no one was watching, lifted the table cloth, and slid down out of sight, under the table.

This was going way too far, she knew she should be offering resistance and stopping them, but she had had too much to drink and had no fight left in her, and she was getting bloody horny.  Dave had moved up inside her legs, she felt him tear her last line of resistance, the brief sheer panties she had only bought two days before.  As he pulled at them, she lifted herself to let him drag them clear.

Now laid bare, he used his tongue to open her labia and thrust his tongue deep into her soaking wet exposed crevice.  Alain was not idyll, he now had clear access to her unencumbered, wet, swollen clitoris, which he kneaded and stroked.  She did not care what happened around her now but threw her legs open as wide as she could and threw her head back as the electric shocks of an approaching orgasm racked her.

As the two men worked on her exposed crevice, she reacted, her hips lurching up to meet every violation and then backed away as the feelings became too intense.  But she couldn’t control it now, and her orgasm was seconds away,  She straightened her legs and lifted her rotating ass off the seat. Grabbing at Alain’s hand, she forced his fingers hard against her erect bud, while Dave’s tongue slipped in and out of her wetness.

She came, she certainly was not quiet, but her low moans were heard only by the two men.  She expected them to stop; they did slow, giving her time to catch her breath, but each worked her just enough to keep her arousal burning.  In a shorter time, than she thought possible, she felt strong waves of desire start to build again.  

Trish opened her eyes and saw that the couple at the closest table we're watching.  She pulled on Alain’s hand and when he looked at her she directed his gaze to the couple.  He smiled at them and they nodded their heads in appreciation then turned their attention back to the stage.  Where she saw the two male dancers were disrobing the four girls.

She tried to close her legs, lay back, and watch the show, but found herself being dragged to her feet.  Alain put an arm around her waist, supporting her, and walked towards the back of the dining room.  She looked back to see Dave crawl out from beneath their table and follow them.

The three of them passed through an ornately carved door, into a private dining room with only five tables.  But Alain did not stop, he marched her over to the French doors and out onto a small balcony overlooking the street.

Trish was suddenly aware of the fact she was no longer wearing any knickers and that the people walking the street below would be able to see up her billowing skirt.  Looking down, she saw that her torn panties were still hanging from one foot.  She moved to bend down and see if they could be resurrected, but Alain placed a hand under her knee and lifted her leg onto one of the seats.  Then, bending his knees he lowered himself and maneuvered his huge shaft between her legs. 

Once embedded within, he stood, lifting her feet well clear of the balcony.  She felt Dave shuffling in behind and thrusting against her butt.  There was pain as he thrust into her, but she didn’t offer any resistance to his intrusion.  Her prime concern was being seen by the people in the street below.

But as she frantically looked around, she saw no-one was looking up and realised that the light from the street cafes was shielded from them, by the awnings that hung out over the footpaths.  In fact, they were at more risk of being seen by the patrons watching the cabaret.  The windows of the main dining room were all wide open, even the French doors there, that opened out onto a deck next to theirs, were open.  If anyone came out onto the deck for a cigarette, they would only be a couple of meters from them.

Realising the show was still in full swing, and the noise from the show was masking any sounds they were likely to make, Trish let go of any resistance and jerked her hips down onto Alain’s rock hard shaft.  She pressed her engorged, sensitive clitoris against the wiry pubic hair covering his mound.  The feeling that the concentrated bunch of nerves produced voided all other senses of reality.  She bucked her hips, forcing herself down between both the men.  She had her arms up around Alain’s neck for support, this allowed Dave to reach under them and massage her breasts, his fingers searching out her hard erect nipples.

Totally caught up in the extreme eroticism of the moment, street sounds from people walking just below them, and double penetrated with strong hands roughly manipulating her sensitive breasts, she knew she would not last long.  The thrill that someone could walk out beside them, was something she had never experienced before.  This time she did not need to feign her arousal to get the men off, she was way past the point of no return.  Her rotating hips became thrashing hips. Then the shudder, a long, stomach-convulsing shudder that told both men she was climaxing.

Alain came with her, his loud groans off his pleasure mixing with her squeals of delight.  Their groans and moans, bouncing off the buildings around them.  She didn’t care.  As she came down, her hips continued to writhe, her breathing ragged, she took in her surroundings.  Dave withdrew and she knew he had not come, she leaned back and kissed him, searching out his tongue, letting him know of her love for him.

“Wow! That was intense.”  She said as Alain eased her down onto the balcony. “Are you OK Dave, you didn’t come?”

“No, but I’m good, pretty incredible for me as well.” He replied.

“God, I’m going to sleep for a week.” Murmured Trish

“You had better not, we have to be out at the airport at 5:00 am.”

Alain spoke up, “I’d better get you guys back to the hotel then.”

“Do we have to go back through the dining room?” Asked Trish.

“No, that other door over the far side of the room opens to the top of the stairs.  I’ll sort Victor out for the food tomorrow.”

—

They got to the car without meeting anyone.  Which was just as well, as Trish felt naked wearing nothing but the flimsy satin dress.  She had kicked her ruined panties away, and looked disheveled and well fucked, which she truly was.

When Alain dropped them at the Hotel, he said he would be waiting at the reception at 6:00 in the morning to take them to the airport.

“You don’t need to get up early, we can catch a Taxi.” Trish and Dave responded together.

I start work at 7:00, so I will be getting up anyway.  I want to come and say goodbye.”

As they walked to their room, Trish turned to Dave.  

“Well if that was Tahiti, we’ve done it!”