Catering For A Stag Do - Chapter 10 free porn video

Trish was worried it was Jacques back early, but Dave climbed off the bed, and walked to the front door, knowing it would be room service.  He had ordered an assortment of things off the breakfast/brunch menu, knowing they were both going to need energy.  Especially since they had not had anything substantial the night before.

But when he opened the door, he found Jacquelyn, standing there, looking extremely nervous.

“Sorry, but can I come in and talk with Trish for a minute?”  she asked.  

Dave opened the door wide and ushered her in, then steered her to sit in the lounge chair.  “Wait there for a second, I’ll go get her.”  But when he turned to go to the bedroom, Trish was already standing in the doorway, tying up her robe.

Jacquelyn saw her and apologised again, “Sorry, I have lots of questions about dinner tonight.  Noel is saying we aren’t going, but I am coming no matter what he does.”  

Then the words just poured out of her; her excellent English, becoming a bit muddled with her French, she had so much to say.  

“What if I’m terrible?  Will I have to sleep with more than one man, I’ll be too sore to have any more and I don’t want him to hit me between the legs as they did with you this morning.  I know I will faint with the pain. 

Trish held her hand up to slow the torrent of words pouring from Jacquelyn’s mouth, then  looking at Dave she asked, “Did Jacques hit me down there?”

“Yes, I thought you were pretty out of it, but he hit you quite hard with a little paddle at least five times, right on your clit.  And Pierre was pinching your nipples pretty hard, I was more concerned about them than you clit, funnily enough.”

Trish put her hand inside her robe and touched a nipple.  “God, I wondered why they were so sore, but they’re incredibly sensitive, just this robe rubbing on them, has me thinking wicked thoughts.”

Then she dug her hand between her legs, flinched and jerked her hand away.

Dave looked on with concern, “Are you alright, is it really sore?”

Trish looked from Dave to Jacquelyn, “No! it's not the slightest bit sore, but sensitive! Shit, you have no idea.  If I touch that, I’m going to be crawling on top of you again, whether Jacquelyn is in the room or not, and I haven’t the energy.”

Dave looked over at Jacquelyn, “I have seen you and Noel around the last two days.  You have been trying to catch my eye, I think.  I also think that you're walking over to watch us this morning was not an accident?  Was it?”

Jacquelyn went to answer, but at that moment there was a loud knock on the door.  Dave got up to let the room service boy in.  He had ordered way too much, not certain what Trish would want to eat.  There was cereal, croissants and jams, hotcakes, and eggs, bacon, etc.  He motioned Jacquelyn over to the table and insisted that she eat with them.  She resisted at first but admitted she was hungry and soon they were all tucking into the food.

Jacquelyn finished first and started to talk.  But Trish waved at her to slow down, “I speak a little French, but Dave doesn’t, so take your time and stick to English please.”

Looking very guiltily at Trish, she admitted to trying to catch Dave's eye.  “But I need to explain my situation, so you may have some understanding.

She told how she and Noel both came from extremely wealthy families and had been betrothed since their teens.  How all her girlfriends were envious of her landing him, even though they knew she had little to say in it all.  His and her parents were friends and from long ago, and it had been agreed that she and Noel would be a perfect match and that the marriage would join and preserve the wealth of both families.  He was attentive and kind, and like her friends, she thought she was lucky to catch such a husband.

But once married, he was different. He did not treat her bad or hit her and she had anything she could possibly want, but there was no love.  He did his own thing.  The only time he really paid her any attention was once or sometimes twice a week when he came to her bed and expected sex.  “We sleep in separate rooms,”  she stated and looking embarrassed she carried on, explaining that Noel had no idea about sex, in fact, neither of them did.  

They were from good religious families and sex before marriage was forbidden.  And although in their immediate circle, many did sleep around unknown to their parents, she and Noel had not.  “He just climbs on top, thrusts away, makes a mess, and goes back to his bedroom, leaving me frustrated and nowadays increasingly angry.  She said she had tried getting him to see someone with her, and to read books and articles in magazines that she picked out.  But he was not interested, just said that was the way it was, and she should be happy.

She had been married for four years, and soon after they were married, found herself totally bored, with little to do other than meet her overindulged friends.  And so she pressed and pressed Noel until he finally allowed her to work some mornings at his bank. She explained it was really his parent's bank, and he was actually number two, as his parents had put a manager in charge until they were happy Noel was qualified enough to take over.

She had had some excitement when after a few months, one of the sales managers at the bank had made advances.  She admitted that not much had happened, they hadn’t gotten past the stage of a quick caress or a few suggestive words, in the lunchroom when alone.  Noel had somehow found out what was happening, he said nothing to her, but the guy disappeared and she found Noel had had the man fired.  She felt trapped in a time warp, every day the same.  Friends and acquaintances all went on about how lucky she was, that she had everything.  

This holiday was her idea, she didn’t want to go to one of the resorts that they normally frequent, as she was likely to see people they knew.  So they were traveling under false names, because of the risk of kidnap and had booked this run of the mill resort.   She hoped to meet some normal people that did not know anything about them, their wealth, or standing.  She also hoped that because this resort had so many activities, Noel would go off and play golf, etc. and leave her to meet and talk to others.  But he was even worse here than in Paris, never letting her out of his sight.

Jacquelyn paused and looking over at Trish said, “I’m sorry, but I have been trying to catch your husband's eye.  I was attracted to him, and most importantly, he was not French, so Noel can’t use his influence to hurt him.  I didn’t think of you at all, I’m sorry.”

She carried on, explaining that she had been watching them both at the pool the day before, she and Noel were over the other side of the pool by the bar.  She had seen Dave get up and walk to the shops, and had followed him hoping to see an opportunity to talk.  But when she walked through the shops and all the way to the reception, he was nowhere to be seen.  She walked back through the shops, looking everywhere, then realised he had to be upstairs in the Restaurant, it was the only place he could have gone.  So she went up the stairs and saw him immediately,  standing over at the large window, watching something out by the pool.

She had stood there at the top of the stairs, not daring to disturb him, as she could see by his furtive actions, he was trying not to be seen.  After a short while, when she was just about to go over and pretend she was looking for a menu, he rose from his seat and still looking out the window and made to return back downstairs.  She had spun around and run down the stairs and into a shop.  Once he rushed past the shop doorway, she had gone back upstairs to see what he had been watching and why he left in such a rush.

She couldn’t see Dave, but got a real surprise, to see three men sitting talking with Trish. She then noticed that Dave was at the pool bar waiting for drinks.  Diverting her gaze back to Trish, she saw one of the men, she now knew was Jacques, talking and rubbing her legs.  She realised why Dave had rushed down the stairs, but was amazed that he had gone to the bar.  She knew Noel, would have been straight over there, causing an almighty scene.

Then when Dave walked over to them all, she braced herself for the explosion but watched as he sat down and talked with them.  She thought they must know one another, as the man had continued touching Trish on her legs, all the time talking with Dave.  Then she got the biggest shock, when he had leaned forward, undone one side of her Bikini and exposed her to anyone in the vicinity.  

Looking at Trish she said,  “I saw you were startled, and you looked around to see who was looking, but I didn’t understand why Dave just sat there.  And why did you not slap Jacques' face?”

Trish, looked at Dave, “Can you explain that to her, cause I don’t know that I can.”

But Jacquelyn hardly listened to Trish’s reply and carried on. “I watched as Dave and two of the men got up and walked out to your room, I knew which bungalow was yours.  We are in an overwater bungalow as well, but on the other bridge further down the beach.”

Jacquelyn hesitated and gathered her thoughts,  “I watched as you argued with Jacques, it looked like it was about not doing up the strings on your bikini.  It looked to me like he told you he would undo both of them if you did not obey him, did he?”

Trish, nodded at her, “Yes, he did, and worse, he said he would take my Bikini bottom and let me find my own way to the room without it.”

Jacquelyn, again asked her, "Why?"  and again didn’t wait for an answer, carrying on talking,  “I was confused when he didn’t follow the others to your room but started leading you straight towards me.  I was going to run down the stairs and see where he took you, but then noticed Dave, he looked concerned, but just stood outside your bungalow watching your progress, so I stayed put as well.”  

“When you appeared from underneath my window, walking you past the pool bar, I understood.  He was parading you, embarrassing you on purpose.  My thoughts went to ‘what my reaction would have been’ if he made me do that, and was hit by an urge so strong ‘of wanting to be you’.  I couldn’t believe it, I was sexually excited.  It was at that point I started to understand why you were following along with his humiliating you.  That you were feeling what I was feeling.  And I wished I was down there, in your place.”

“I watched as he walked you out onto the bridge, then watched as he made you drop everything and stand naked, and you walking proudly into the room.  I knew right then, once inside, you were going to get fucked by all those men.  I stood there unable to move, then without warning, had an apogée, and realised I was leaking down my legs.  

Dave made a noise and looked at her quizzically, mouthing the word ‘apogée’?

“Oh! Climax, sorry.  I realised I had my hand down the front of my bikini and must have been playing with myself.  I had to take a napkin from one of the tables to clean myself up, before running back to Noel.  I’ve never been wet like that before.  Noel was panicking and asking where I had been.  I woke up three times in the night and made myself come each time, I was so wet, I was wondering if something was wrong with me down there.”  

She looked over at Trish, “I would give all the money we have, too have swapped places with you.”

Then she described how she had gotten up early that morning to go to the pool hoping to see the men leave the room.  She wanted to catch Dave and question him about all she had witnessed and why he had not stopped it.  

When she went to leave their room, Noel had put his foot down and said she had to wait for him before she could leave.  But for the first time, she had told him she was going to the pool, and he could join me anytime he wanted.  He had looked angry but didn’t stop her.  He was sat beside her at the pool within minutes.  He kept insisting they go have breakfast, but she didn’t dare leave and miss them leaving the bungalow.  Then not long after they had sat down, Jacques walked straight past where they were sitting and out to their room.   The other two men were not far behind Jacques but they went down the beach and set up deckchairs.

“You know the rest,”  Jacquelyn said, watching them as they finished eating.  “But I have to say, that when Jacques walked you topless past those men at the bar and then past the day restaurant,  I was with you every step.  I was so excited, you looked stunning.  Noel didn’t have a clue, he was reading his financial paper.  I think he was the only man there, or woman for that matter, that did not watch you.” 

Trish blushed red.  “I have never been that embarrassed in my life.”  

They all sat in silence, each pondering the events that had happened.

Then Jacquelyn, looking really embarrassed again, broke the silence, “Can I ask you something really embarrassing?” Trish nodded to her.  “You had those men, did it not hurt you?  Noel often hurts me and he never lasts very long.”

Trish looked at her then at Dave.  “Dave, I think you should go and get ready for us to have lunch and then shopping, I need a dress for tonight.  I want to sit and have a girls talk with Jacquelyn.”

But Jacquelyn interrupted and looking to Dave said. “Before you go, I have a question for you both.  When Noel and I got back to our room this morning, I asked Noel how come he was so jealous of me, seeing as you didn’t seem to mind your wife having another man touch her?  Noel said you're not a man at all, probably gay, and don’t like women.  Are you gay?”

Dave and Trish both burst out laughing, tried to stop themselves when they saw she was really serious, then just erupted again.  It was good for them both, they realised how wound up they had been with all that had happened in the last twenty-four hours.  Finally, Trish managed to calm down enough to reply, “Jacquelyn, Dave is not gay, in fact, if I am to believe all the rumors I hear about him before we married. I think he must have laid every available woman in the North Island of our country.”

I have a question for you before I go, said Dave.  “This morning on the beach wall, what did Thierry say to Noel that quelled his resistance to your taking your bikini bottom off?”

“He told him he would have him abducted the second he stepped off the plane in Papeete and shipped off to Cairo to a brothel.  Then something along the lines of - No one would ever hear of him again.  That it would be quite a good life, he would be very popular, but with twenty-odd friends each day, he probably wouldn’t be able to walk or sit down very well.  He put his hand on his shoulder and must have pressed on a nerve, as I’ve caught Noel rubbing his shoulder a few times since.”

Dave nodded his understanding, “I’ll leave you two to talk,”  and wandered off to the bedroom.

He heard Trish telling Jacquelyn about the first time they had shared, and that it had been eight men.  Then the gasp of disbelief from Jacquelyn, and a stream of questions as he closed the door.

It was more than half an hour before Trish came into the bedroom, saying that Jacquelyn had left, and she had glossed over most of her fears.

She dropped the robe and slipped on a floral beach dress that came down to her knees.  Although the dress was loose it clung to her body and highlighted the fact she was not wearing a bra.  But when she went to pull some panties on, Dave stepped forward and stopped her.  “Sorry, but Jacques' instructions were that I wasn’t to allow you any undergarments today.  So it’s commando for you.  Let’s go have lunch.”

They walked to the day restaurant, Trish voiced concern that every eye in the place was on her.  But Dave assured her that no one had twigged their antics on the beach, they were looking at her purely because of her figure and maybe the walk around the pool that morning.

After lunch, they went to the boutique.  Trish was a bit concerned as the place was way overpriced.  But Dave soothed her and said they were using the American dollars, and it’s just something like this, that Rufus would have wanted her to use them for.

The shop assistant welcomed them enthusiastically, raised her arms in the air, “Welcome, you are the New Zealand beauty that has the whole resort in a tiz.  

Surprised, Dave asked, “How do you know we are from New Zealand?”

She tapped her nose. “There are a reporter and cameraman at reception, they have flown over from Papeete to get photos of Demi Moore, who reportedly walked around the resort naked early this morning.  Management is still trying to get them to leave.  They have had to give them a little bit of information about you, to prove that Demi Moore is not staying here.  And they have been pushing the line that it was a very brief bikini, that you were not naked.  They are still reluctant to leave, they want to interview you anyway.”

She then locked the door of the shop and put a ‘Back in 30 min’ sign in the window.  “Sorry, but if I don’t do that, we will have a dozen men in here trying to buy their wife a hat.  Now, what can I do for you?”

So they explained to her that they were going to the dine and dance that night and needed a dress.

The assistant was attractive herself, Dave thought around his own age or maybe older.  She let Trish look around to see what she fancied, and took Dave aside. “You must be careful to stay close to your wife.  The episode by the water this morning did not go entirely unnoticed. I think many men may think they have an open license with her.”

A look of concern broke out on Dave’s face.  She calmed him down, “My friend the bar manager, was up tidying in the restaurant, he saw the commotion below and watched your wife being escorted to the beach.  He watched what transpired, then when you all left the beach, he ran down to tell me all about it.  We have a friends with benefits thing going, so he loves to titillate me with any gossip he hears.  I told him not to tell another soul until you have left the resort.  But you know men, I don’t know that he will be able to contain himself.  By the way, my name is Estelle.”

Trish came back then with a couple of evening dresses, Estelle guided her to the changing room at the back of the shop.  It wasn’t very large and only had a curtain across the front, but it wasn’t visible from the front door or window.  Anyway, there were that many dresses and other items in the front window, that it was hard to see to the back of the shop anyway.  Still, Trish had a problem, getting undressed in front of Estelle, embarrassed about being commando under her sun frock.

“Don’t be shy! Said Estelle, stepping forward, taking the hem in each hand and lifting it over Trish’s head. “Oh! Commando, very nice.  Don’t worry I go commando most days, although I suspect for a different reason than you.  I find dressed up like this all day, commando is a good way to keep cool.”  She chuckled to herself and started helping Trish into the first dress.

Stepping back to look at her, she turned to Dave. “This will not do, she’s quite conservative, isn’t she.  We need something much sexier, to follow up the walk this morning.”  She held up the other dress and came to the same decision.  “Don’t move, I have just the dress.”

Dave pulled out his camera, and snapped two shots off Trish standing in the booth naked, before Trish realised, and tried to snatch the camera from him.

Estelle came back with a little black number, and pulled it on over Trish’s head, then stood back beside Dave.  It was stunning, the lower part was a matt black, hip-hugging skirt, that showed every change in shape, making it obvious she had little underneath.  But no one was going to give that but a glance anyway, as the top was sheer, with lace sown strategically to give some semblance of decency.

Dave snapped another photo, and declared it was perfect, they’d take it.  But Trish took one look at herself in the mirror and straight out refused.  “I’m not wearing that, it doesn’t hide much more than when I walked around the pool this morning.”

Dave & Estelle tried to change her mind but could see they were not going to get her to buy it.

“I have another one that may suit,” and again she took off to find it.  She came back with a scrap of light grey material in her hand.  Unfolded it and pulled this over Trish’s head.  “It says on the label, Sexy grey, sleeveless, open back, sheer casual dress.  That’s about right.” She adjusted the hang and stepped back.  “Good god, you are beautiful, that's much better, the black one had too much detail, this being so plain, just enhances your looks and your figure.”

Dave nodded, too stunned to remember his camera.  He couldn’t take his eyes off her breasts, which the material clung to like a glove.  When he did break his gaze however and take in the overall picture, he saw that the white bikini line at her hips, looked like she was wearing white panties under the dress.  Marred though by her obvious black bush right in the center. 

Estelle saw it at the same time as Dave.  “That pubic hair has to go, otherwise perfect.”

Dave thought, ‘Good luck with that one, lady.’  He had been trying to get Trish to shave down there for years.  She flat refused, saying what would their children think, or the other ladies in the locker room at the tennis club.

But before he could stop her, the assistant was away again, then back with scissors and a razor.  “I’ll get some warm water and soap, you start cutting as much as you can with the scissors.”  Fancy a woman with a figure like that not shaved in this day and age.  Dave heard her mutter, as she went out a door to the back of the shop.

Trish put up a fight, but Dave just lifted the dress to her waist and pushed her back to sit on the changing cubicle bench.  He stopped her objections, explaining how bad the shadow looked.  She slowly gave in and let him attack her pubes, with a fair amount of enthusiasm. 

“You look stunning in this dress, I’ve never seen you so beautiful, but this has to go.  Grow it back when we get home if you like, but tonight, you need to be Brazilian.”

Estelle came back with a bowl of warm soapy water and helped Dave lather her up and shave her.  Trish complaining all the while, that she could be seen between the dresses in the window.  There were people walking past but Dave just ignored her.

Once clean and dried, they lowered the dress and stood her back in the booth by the mirrors.  The result was stunning, at a glance, it looked like she had brief white panties on under the dress.

Estelle took off again, saying there was one thing more that was needed.  She returned with a pair of silver high heel sandals, silver glitter in colour.  They were too tight, but she had the next size up, and once standing in these the effect was another step up.  The high heels showed off her shapely legs, and they pushed her butt out, in a very sexy way.

Trish was starting to mellow and agree that she looked pretty good.  But she tried to quietly say to Dave about the cost.  The assistant heard her though, “Forget about the cost, I am going to sell you another outfit now and will give you it all at a very special rate.  You have made my day. No! You have made my month.”

They left the shop twenty minutes later, Trish wearing a new outfit, her beach dress, and new frock under her arm. She had wide-leg chiffon shorts and a white mesh lace halter top.  The colour of the shorts was described as Nude, which looked a dull pink to Dave.  He thought they looked like French knickers and really should have had knickers worn under them.  But fucking sexy, when you thought that with one puff of wind and she was going to be exposed to all.  The halter top was similar to the black dress, the mesh was loose and transparently sheer at the sides and back, but of a denser weave at the front.  From the side, it left no illusions, as to her not wearing a bra.

As they stepped out by the pool, Dave saw everyone turn to watch, so he turned Trish right and headed to their spot on the grass. 

“Dave, everyone’s steering at me, let's head for the room,” Trish complained.

“No! Let’s sit down for a minute, I’m enjoying this, knowing you have no underwear on.” And he stopped by their empty deck chairs and pulled Trish down beside him

Trish lay down on her chair, being very careful to keep her legs tightly together.  Immediately, three or four men turned their seats around, to better face their wives; yeh right, pull the other one.  They may as well have pulled out binoculars it was so obvious they were trying to look up Trish’s shorts.

She got up again and pulled the deck chair back up higher.  Sat back and closed her eyes, only she kept them open slightly, watching through the slits.  Another couple of men came around the end of the pool and sat on the sea wall, but at an angle so that by turning their head slightly to the right they could watch her.  She bent one leg slightly at the knee, sliding her foot up the deckchair a little.  Every head moved and focused.  She let the knee fall to the side, opening a small gap between her legs.  Heads moved to get a more direct view.

“Is this what you want, Dave?” She whispered.

He whispered back, trying not to move his lips, “Yes, shit how far are you prepared to go.”

Trish dropped her leg straight down again and nonchalantly pulled the legs of the shorts up as high as they would go, making out that she was exposing as much leg as possible to the sun.  Nothing for them to see, still you could feel the anticipation, cutting the air.

She lay like that for a few minutes, then moved her leg apart a few inches, she was sure there was still nothing for them to see, but there was some movement from all around them.  She lifted the knee again, a bit higher this time.  Another period of time and she let the knee layover to the side.

There was no doubt now that they could see something, all sat up, one guy even rummaging around for his camera.  Trish opened her eyes, saw them all looking, pulled the legs of the shorts apart to see what she was showing them, absolutely opening herself up to them all.  Realising what they could see she pushed the legs down, leaped up with a yelp of embarrassment, and scurried off to their bungalow.

As Dave followed her through the door, she spun around on Dave, “God, I can’t believe I did that, was that what you wanted?”

Made my day, almost better than this morning.  I love you. He responded.

They went and lay down for a minute, and woke nearly one and a half hours later.  Dave rolled to look at Trish, and found her awake and watching him. “Have you been awake long?” he asked.

“No! Only five minutes or so, but I’ve thought of something that needs to be done.”  And she rolled out of bed and headed for the door. 

Dave leaped out to follow her.  “No! Stay there, I’ll be back in ten,” said Trish. “I’ve nearly had enough of everyone trying to order me about, I’m a big girl now and can walk past the pool on my own.”  And was gone out the door.

She strode past the pool and the pool bar, head held high, straight to the boutique, where she asked Estelle if she could borrow the scissors and razor, etc  Estelle beamed at her, she put everything and the bowl into a paper shopping bag.  As she left the boutique, it hit her that Estelle must think she was going to shave Dave.  She had a chuckle and headed to the reception, two minutes later she had the number of Jacquelyn and Noel’s bungalow, out on the other overwater bridge.

She knocked on the door, and it was opened by Jacquelyn, Noel right behind her.  The second he saw Trish he grabbed Jacquelyn‘s arm and gave Trish a glare, letting her know she was not having access to her.   But Trish just stepped right up to him and ordered him out of the way.  She was actually quite surprised that he back-peddled, and stepped back behind Jacquelyn.

She turned to Jacquelyn, “I need you to come with me for about half an hour.”  Then looking at Noel, “This is girls stuff, she will be back shortly, nothing bad is going to happen to her.”  

Jacquelyn backed Trish up, “Stay here, I will cause the biggest scene you have ever witnessed if you move outside this unit.”  It was said in French, but Trish almost understood every word.  Trish noted the crestfallen look that crossed his face, he was not at all used to having women stand up to him. 

Arriving at the bungalow, Trish guided Jacquelyn into the lounge and called Dave in from where he was sitting reading out on their deck.  She guided Jacquelyn over by the dining table and unfastened her shorts.  Jacquelyn half-heartedly resisted, but Trish ignored her and worked the shorts and panties down over her hips and let them drop to the floor. 

“Dave gave me a Brazilian this afternoon, I want him to give you one now.  I’m not going to be the only bald eagle there tonight.”

Jacquelyn gasped out, “I can’t, Noel would not want me to do that.”

“Jesus, Jacquelyn, why would you let him decide on that.  Sounds to me like you need to make some radical changes in your relationship.  You are getting a Brazilian, even if I have to hold you down.”

She steered Jacquelyn over to the robust stool that was stored under the writing desk.  The stool had a well-padded seat on it, which Trish threw a towel over.  Then directed Jacquelyn to sit, lean back, elbows on the writing desk and to relax.  

“Dave go and get some hot water and soap.  The bowl is in that bag on the seat over there.

She saw the doubt in Jacquelyn’s eyes, as she started to cut away the excess hair, “Look, men love it bare, must make them think they are fucking some barely legal girl or something.  Dave has been trying got get me to do this for years.  So relax. Now open your legs wider, it won’t take a minute.”

Dave walked in and took a double-take. “Gee, Trish, my mates are never going to believe this.  Two pussies in one day.”  As he pulled a chair across and took Trish’s place between Jacquelyn’s legs.

Trish sat down opposite and watched Dave cutting and shaving while attempting to not touch her sexually.  But when he got to the last remaining few hairs on her labia, he looked at Trish for guidance.  “Just grab them and shave them off, it won’t bite you.  So Dave took a hold of Jacquelyn’s labia between his fingers and concentrated on removing the last hairs.

Jacquelyn had been watching his progress intently, only looking up now and again to stare between Trish’s legs.  The first time she looked, Trish opened her legs, so she got a good look up the legs of her new chiffon shorts.  She had snapped her head back and didn’t look again for a while, but eventually, she couldn’t resist and took another peek.

As Dave ran his hand over her for the final time, checking that she was absolutely smooth, Jacquelyn let out an embarrassed groan and hid her head in her hands. “Oh god, I’m leaking again, how embarrassing.”

Trish got up, walked over and knelt beside her, taking her hand she told her that it was quite normal for her to leak when a man touched her there.  And men find it very sexy to see a woman wet. “One of their biggest turn-ons, I think.  Watch this!” And she reached down dipped her fingers into Jacquelyn‘s juices.  

Jacquelyn tensed up and closed her legs.  Trish motioned to her it was alright, “I’m not going to seduce you, I haven’t touched a female there since my teens.”  She pulled her hand from between Jacquelyn’s legs and held her fingers to Dave’s lips.

Dave was sat back admiring his work when a thought struck him about Trish’s past, and he knew she had had a relationship with a woman before.  He came out of his daydream, Trish pushing her fingers against his lips, realising what she was doing he lent forward and seductively took her fingers in his mouth and sucked them clean.  “Nectar from the gods, nothing better on this earth,” he exclaimed.

Then he thought, two can play this game, and he leaned forward and dipped his fingers in Jacquelyn’s juices and held them out to Trish.  She hesitated, then realised she would upset the show if she refused, so she lent forward and licked Dave’s fingers clean as well.  Dave felt himself getting hard as Trish sucked on his fingers.

He saw that Jacquelyn was pretty turned on by this exchange.  He decided to push the boundaries a little further.  Leaning forward he inserted two fingers, pushed them deep between Jacquelyn’s labia, then offered them up to Jacquelyn‘s lips.  She took them into her mouth greedily, her hand dropping between her legs, her hips jerked at her own touch.

Jacquelyn sucked on Dave’s fingers when her tongue curled around and snaked between the two fingers he had in her mouth, Dave went as hard as a rock.  He only had light beach shorts on, and nothing under them.  They tented up, his prick twitching he was so aroused.  Trish saw this and leaned in to whisper in his ear.  “Masturbate for us.  It always turns me on, I want to see if it has the same effect with Jacquelyn.”

Dave shook his head, it had taken him months before he even slightly comfortable, masturbating in front of Trish.  But Trish just undid his shorts and pushed his hand onto his shaft.  When he still hesitated, she gave him a look that said, ‘get moving or else,’ so he started jerking himself off.

The effect was immediate on them all, Jacquelyn’s hand turned into a blur between her legs and she increased the suction on Dave’s fingers.  Trish dropped her hand into her lap and up under the hem of her shorts.  It took less than two minutes and Dave let go a spurt of semen high up onto his chest.  Jacquelyn looked to Trish who just nodded to her, so she leaned forward and took Dave into her mouth and sucked him clean, all the while squirming around in the throes of her own orgasm.

Once the three of them had calmed a little, Trish stood, went to the bathroom, and came back with wet facecloths.  Once wiped clean she dragged Jacquelyn to her feet, “Time to go, there will be plenty of time for this later.”  She oversaw Jacquelyn getting dressed again, then guided her out the door, and walked her back to face Noel.

When she returned, she pulled a chair up opposite Dave, “Do you want to fuck her?”

“Who!” Exclaimed Dave, with a smile on his face.

“You know who. Do you want to fuck her?”

“That’s irrelevant, as I won’t.  I will never be unfaithful to you.  What brought this on?” asked Dave.

“When Jacques walked me around the pool last night, he asked me about you.  He said husbands fall into two categories, those that want their wives to fuck around, so they can fuck other women, and those that are cuckolds.  I have been thinking about it ever since then I just watched you feel up Jacquelyn.  So do you want to fuck her?” she asked again.

“Trish, I had a pretty easy time of it growing up, I had little trouble attracting the opposite sex.  In fact, at one stage, my mates nicknamed me the ‘defridgerator’, because I seemed to be able to thaw the most frigid of ladies.  About the time when I met you, I was getting heartily sick of that life.  I wanted to get married and have kids.  But I knew I had little chance of meeting the right lady, living the way I was, sometimes with a different woman every few days.  So I started, missing parties, or if I did go, I would stand on the sidelines and watch everyone playing their little games, trying to get shacked up.”

He paused, looked Trish in the eyes, “You came on the scene. You were the most perfect woman I had ever known. I wanted you so bad I couldn’t sleep.  But I knew I did not deserve you.  Yet you accepted all my advances.  Why? I still don’t understand why you chose me.  But I made myself a pledge then, I would never fuck around and destroy our marriage.  I have kept that pledge and intend to keep it.  So whether I want to fuck Jacquelyn or not is actually irrelevant, I won’t.  But I was really turned on before, mostly I think because you instigated it.”

“What if I told you I want you to fuck her?”

“Trish, I can’t explain all my feelings about watching you being fucked.  I have so many conflicting emotions going on, I’m quite screwed up for days afterward.  All this you are questioning right now, is exactly what I am doing every time, as well.  It seems to me, you are trying to find answers about your own conflicts, by balancing them against mine.  All I know, is I don’t fit into either of those categories that Jacques laid out for you.  

I just get incredibly excited watching you have sex.  To watch you get so aroused that you totally let go, the good girl who never even swears, or does anything wrong, breaking out and doing nasty things.  Fuck, it's almost better than actual sex.  Then the days afterward, when you are insatiable and we seem to be in that fantastic time of everything being fresh and new again, that is what I get out of this.  So I don’t know what I would feel about you asking me to fuck Jacquelyn, I guess if I saw it would make you happy, then maybe, but it’s not what I’m here for.”

Trish leapt over into Dave’s lap and smothered him.  She lifted her head up and kissed him hard.  “I’m scared of you wanting another woman, and my losing you because of what I have done.  And I’m feeling guilty about my only thinking about myself and not about your needs.”

“No! I honestly get as much from this as you, I ask you again, do you want to go and book out.  Should we give tonight away?  I don’t want all this to change us.  I have the worry that we may go to far with our game and really fuck things up” 

“No! It is far too late now, we need to look after Jacquelyn.”

“I agree, I’m really concerned about those guys.  There are at least three of them that just want to fuck her aristocratic arse, to humiliate and demean her.  I’m going to have it out with Jacques over dinner.  She deserves better, she’s never had a man treat her right, never known sexual satisfaction with a man.”

“There is one other thing we need to discuss some time.  You had an affair with your French exchange student when she lived with you.  You have always evaded my questions when I have asked you about that time of your life and I never thought anything of it.  But when you touched Jacquelyn before, it was like a light going on.  Every comment you have made about that time, and more importantly, things your mother said to me in the early days, all flashed before my eyes.  I knew with certainty that the two of you had an affair.”

Trish gave Dave an alarmed, frightened look, “Would you disapprove of me or stop loving me if that was true?”

“Of course not, don’t be stupid.  With a past like mine, how could I ever judge anything you have done.  Do you want to tell me about it?”

Trish hid her face on Dave’s shoulder and murmured to him, “Can I tell you all about it tomorrow, I’m embarrassed and need to get my head sorted?”

They sat hanging on to one another, contemplating all they had discussed.  And woke up again, still wrapped together as the sun was going down.

—-

They entered the upstairs restaurant at 7:30 and saw that the Gendarmes were already at the bar. Jacques caught their eye and beckoned them over.

“Patricia, you look divine, we do not deserve such a woman.  We are starting with Pastis, you like?” asked Jacques.

“We’ve never tried them, but we will give them a try,” Dave responded.

The drinks were small tumblers with clear liquid, that tasted strongly of aniseed.  Dave noticed that some of the men mixed theirs with water.  They found them quite refreshing, then drinks in hand, Jacques moved everyone to the table he had booked, right in front by the dance floor.  He seated Trish alongside himself in the middle of the table, Dave sat the other side of Trish.  They were facing the dance floor and stage, where the live band would play later.  Dave noticed that as everyone sat, there were two spare seats, one the other side of Jacques.  He knew this was to put Jacquelyn between him and Alain.  The other empty seat was next to Thierry, and Dave had no doubt at all that Noel was to be seated there.  

Dave turned to Jacques, “I want to discuss something with you.”

Jacques looked up from gazing at Trish’s nipples, that were trying to force their way through the mesh of her dress. “Yes!  Do I need to get my boxing gloves on?”

“Maybe,” replied Dave.  “Trish and I are worried you lot are going to mistreat Jacquelyn tonight.  We have talked with her this afternoon.  She has never had a man treat her like a woman should be treated, she’s never even had an orgasm with a man.  This lot, just want to fuck her silly, they are dying to humiliate her aristocratic arse,” he said this waving his arm at the others.  “If they step out of line, I’m going to step in.”

Jacques laughed, “You are going to take all six of us on?”

“Wel,l I hoped you may help me, But yes, if I have to.”

Jacques reached over Trish and slapped Dave on the arm. “Relax, I have the same concerns.  I always keep them in check and will be doubly alert tonight.  You are quite right, especially my little friend Thierry over there.  He’s a sadistic little bastard, but in a tough situation.  He’s the guy I want beside me, but in this situation, I have had to step in and stop him several times.”

He turned to Trish, “so you asked him my questions, Non?”

“I did,” Trish responded, “and he doesn’t fit into those categories you gave me.”

“Then you are a truly lucky woman.  There are not many men like us around.  I too like to give pleasure to women, fucking to me is only a means, the real pleasure comes from watching a woman go to another place, where she is bathed in sensations too strong for her to understand.  She will do anything at all to get and not lose those sensations.  That is the ultimate savoir-faire that I live for, and one of the best experiences I have ever had was with you this morning.  You agree, Dave?”

Dave relaxed and gave him a slight nod.  He looked around the restaurant, people were engaged in conversations, but he saw they all glanced over at them periodically.

He asked Jacques another question, “That this morning you used that little spatula, it was obviously something you have done before.  Where did you learn about it?”

“I read about it in an Asian article on sex, years ago.  I first practiced it on my wife, but over the years have tried it with more than a dozen women.  In the last two years here in Tahiti, Rennie, Pierre and I have tried it with three women.” 

Dave interrupted, “Does it always work like that, and how often can you do it?”

“Jacques looked at Dave, “Ah! You are thinking you will try it yourself.  Well, first, yes, I have never found a woman that it doesn’t do something for.  But some are only buzzing for an hour afterward, most will be horny and demanding for four maybe six hours.  But we had a lady here in Papeete last year, that would not leave our room for two days and wore the three of us out.  As for how often, I would only try that with my wife about every six months, but it has to be when she is very aroused.  Tired after she has had a busy day, is not the right time.”

Dave was going to ask some more, but Jacquelyn and Noel arrived at that moment.

Jacquelyn looked regal in a long evening dress, the only thing Dave wasn’t keen on, was her hair.  It was one of those styles that the rich have, it flared out from the top of her head, to about halfway down her neck.  Dave thought it looked like a tent, hanging off the top of her head.  Maybe a bit Egyptian.  When Trish had asked him if he thought Jacquelyn was beautiful, he had mentioned the hairdo.  When he gave her his opinion she shot him down, saying it was terrific, and every woman would love to have their hair like that.  Dave said he thought it made her look snobbish and up herself, but yes! He did think she was very attractive.

Jacques jumped up and intercepted them.  He directed Noel to sit by Thierry, and as Noel was being seated, he took up a conversation with Jacquelyn.  Dave noticed she held up her clutch purse to him and nodded her head, then he watched as Jacques escorted her away down the stairs.  Noel turned his head watched her leave and made to follow, but Thierry just took his arm and held him back.

Twenty minutes later, when Noel was getting noticeably agitated, they both returned.  Jacquelyn now dressed in the black little number that Estelle had first tried to get Trish to purchase.  Every head in the place turned to check out the slight tantalizing swell of her breasts that were plainly visible through the sheer sides of the black lacy top.  Her nipples were only given a slight degree of modesty by the lace on the bodice.  Dave’s cock hardened as he saw Jacques had got her to buy black stockings, and a suspender belt to hold them up.  They had done something with her makeup as well, she looked desirable now, still aristocratic, but a sexy promiscuous aristocrat.

Jacques brought her over and seated her.  He was behaving like a real gentleman.  He must have sorted things out with the waiters, as the food immediately started arriving, once they were seated.

The meal was uneventful, but once the band started everyone took turns getting the girls up to dance.  One dance Thierry got Jacquelyn up and when he brought her back from the dance floor, he had managed to tuck the back of her dress into her suspender belt.  People were nudging each other as they walked past to return to the table, looking at her bare ass.  Luckily, as they passed one couple, the woman caught the hem and pulled it free before she reached their table.  Murmurs of disapproval rose from several men nearby.

Jacques had ordered Champagne for the girls but had told both Alain and Dave to watch they had no more than two glasses.  “We don’t want either of them plastered,” he decreed.

At about 10:30, the band moved to the back of the stage and they introduced the main act for the night.  He was a black South African guy and put on quite an amazing solo performance.  He performed some well-known hits and had all the moves to go with each song.  His third number was Tina Turner’s ‘You are the Best’.  Wow! It brought the house down.  After about six numbers, he announced to the crowd that he would sing them a sexy French song.  But said that to do it justice he needed two sexy ladies up on stage with him.  The crowd instantly stood, all turned to their table, chanting for Trish and Jacquelyn to get up.  Neither wanted to, they were embarrassed.  But there was no avoiding it, and they had many hands helping them up onto the stage.

He started his song, and Trish started swaying to the music, Jacquelyn caught on and did the same.  As the singer came to the sexy lines, he would run his hand down either Trish or Jacquelyn’s side, exaggerating the curve of their bodies with his hand.  Soon Trish was into her stripper routine, running her hands down the curves of her body, herself, and swaying erotically.  Again Jacquelyn watched and caught on, by halfway through the song, both of them were oblivious to where they were and were totally caught up in the music,  

As he was coming to the end, the singer reached down to Jacquelyn‘s knee, he rose his hand up her leg suggestively, but his cuff link caught on her hem, and he inadvertently lifted her dress up high above her waist before he realised what he had done.  He flicked it free and pushed it back down. But the damage had been done, everyone in the place, including Noel, had seen that she was wearing nothing but black suspenders under her dress. Most glaring was the fact she was hairless and there was a clear fluid discharge at the top of her legs.

Not to be outdone, Trish lifted one side of her dress, for an instance they could see that she was similarly bare under her dress.

Jacques signaled to Dave, to follow him, he stepped up onto the stage and took Trish’s arm then stared her towards the door at the side of the stage.  Dave took Jacquelyn’s arm and followed him.  Through the door, they found themselves in a corridor with small dressing rooms on each side.  But they walked tp the end and down the stairs, to emerge through a door by the shop in reception.

Dave realised Jacques had saved them from walking the gauntlet of fingers, attempting to give the women the good old French touch-up.  They then set off into the warm balmy night for Jacques’s bungalow.  As they turned the corner, he saw the others from their group entering the bungalow, at the end of the path.

To be continued………