Trish and Dave entered the main restaurant at 7:30 and saw that the six 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 having Pastis. Will you join us?" 

"We've never tried them, but we will give them a try," Dave responded. He then asked how they got on at their seven's tournament.

"Non, we lost to a local team. The winning team had three ring-ins, which is allowed under the tournament's rules. One of them and ex-Allblack first five. It was close, but we got beaten."

The drinks were in small tumblers with clear liquid that tasted strongly of aniseed. Dave noticed that some of the men mixed theirs with water, and the liquid turned to the colour of milk. They found them to be refreshing but strong, so Dave added water to both of their drinks. 

Once they had their drinks, Jacques moved everyone to a table by the dance floor. He seated Trish alongside himself in the middle of the table and motioned Dave to sit on the other side of Trish. They faced the dance floor and stage, where the live band was getting set up. Dave noticed that as everyone sat, there were two spare seats, one on the other side of Jacques. He knew this was to put Jacquelyn between him and Alain. On the opposite side, the other empty seat was between Thierry and Rennie. Dave had no doubts 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, which were very obvious through the glittery material of her dress. 

"Yes! You look serious. Do I need to get my boxing gloves on?"

"Maybe," replied Dave. "Trish and I are worried you guys will mistreat Jacquelyn tonight. We talked with her this afternoon. She has never been with another man than Noel. And she's never had an orgasm with him. I can see that this lot just wants to fuck her silly and humiliate her aristocratic arse," he said, waving his arm at the others. "If they step out of line, I will step in."

Jacques laughed, "You will take all six of us on?"

"Well, I hoped you may help me, But yes, if I have to."

Jacques reached over 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, you are correct. I will step in and stop him if he gets unruly."

He turned to Trish, "So you asked him my questions, Non?"

"I did," Trish responded, "and he doesn't fit into those two categories you gave me."

"Then you are a fortunate woman. There are not many men like us around. My goal is to give pleasure to the 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 savour 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. He saw that everyone was engaged in their own conversations, but he noticed they all glanced over periodically. Their group certainly was the centre of attention.

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 practised it on my wife, but I have tried it with more than a dozen women over the years. 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 think you will try it yourself soon. Well, yes, I have never found a woman for whom it doesn't do something. But some are only buzzing for an hour afterwards. 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."

"Are you still married?" Trish asked.

"No! My wife died of breast cancer three years ago, and I have not found a woman that can replace her. But I'm enjoying looking," he said, giving Dave a wink.

Trish spoke again, "Back to our initial concern. What about Noel? Thierry seems more intent on hurting him than fucking his wife. And she told me he hurt Noel's shoulder this morning."

"Ah! Noel, he's a born Cuckold and doesn't realise it yet. But he will know by the end of tonight. Thierry will do him no physical harm, but he knows what will get Noel's rocks off. Noel feels inadequate. Did you see his tiny prick this morning? I'll bet he is a terrible lover and believes he deserves to be humiliated. He will even enjoy some pain. It will make him feel alive. Watching Jacquelyn get fucked will give him the most intense sexual experience of his life. But he is not aware of this yet. Watch him as the night progresses; you will see I'm correct.

Dave went to ask something else, but Jacquelyn and Noel topped the stairs and looked around the room for them.

Jacquelyn looked very aristocratic 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 had. It flared from the top of her head to about halfway down her neck. Dave thought it looked Egyptian. When Trish had asked him if he thought Jacquelyn was beautiful, he had mentioned the hairdo. She shot him down, saying it was terrific and that 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 beautiful.

Jacques jumped up and intercepted the couple. He directed Noel to sit by Thierry, then ignoring him, he stood at the end of the table with Jacquelyn, talking in her ear. By Jaques's gestures, Dave knew he was complaining about her conservative attire. He saw Jacquelyn hold her clutch purse to him and nod. Then he watched Jacques escort her away down the stairs. Noel turned his head, watched her leave and made to follow, but Thierry touched his arm, and Noel quickly sat back down.

They returned twenty minutes later, by which time Noel was getting noticeably agitated. Jacquelyn was now wearing the little black number Estelle; the shop assistant had tried to get Trish to purchase that afternoon. The dress she had been wearing was nowhere to be seen; they must have left it in the shop.

Every head turned to check out the tantalising swell of her breasts, clearly visible through the sheer sides of the black lacy top. The black lace on the bodice only gave a small degree of modesty, hiding her nipples and not a lot more. Dave's cock hardened; the figure-hugging black skirt was not long enough to hide all the bare flesh above her stockings. And as she rounded the table, he caught a glimpse of a black strap that told him she was now wearing a suspender belt. Estelle must have done something with her makeup as well. She looked even more desirable now, still aristocratic but a sexy promiscuous aristocrat.

Jacques brought her over and pulled out the seat for her. He was behaving like a real gentleman. And he must have sorted things out with the Maître d', as the food immediately started arriving once he and Jacquelyn were seated.

The meal was uneventful, but everyone took turns getting the girls up to dance. Alain was the first one on his feet and had Trish on the dance floor before Jacques had a chance to ask her. Alain was obviously well-practised and was patiently teaching her new steps. Trish loved to dance. They made a handsome couple gliding around between the other guests.

Jacques got Jacquelyn up to dance. This was something she had been taught at finishing school, and she moved with elegance and sophistication. His hands were drifting all over her body. A body that would have every other woman in the bar jealous. Thierry interrupted and took over dancing with Jacquelyn, so Jacques went and interrupted Alain. When Thiery brought Jacquelyn back from the dance floor, the little bugger had tucked the back of her dress into her suspender belt. People were nudging each other as they stared. The bottom of her creamy white arse cheeks was exposed with each step she took. Luckily, as they passed one couple, the woman caught the hem and pulled it free. This act of benevolence brought forth murmurs of disapproval from several men nearby.

Jacques had ordered champagne for the girls but had told Alain and Dave to e careful that they didn't consume too much. "We don't want either of them plastered," he decreed.

At about 10:30, the band moved to the back of the stage and introduced the night's main act. He was a black South African guy who performed quite a fantastic solo stint. He sang 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. Then, after about six numbers, he announced to the crowd that he would sing them a sexy French song. But he called out that to do it justice, he needed a sexy lady up on stage. He was looking at Jacquelyn.

The crowd instantly stood, and all turned to their table, chanting for Trish to get up. Aware of the singer's intention, Trish pulled Jacquelyn to her feet. She was embarrassed and resisted, but the crowd realising they may both go up on stage, doubled their volume and egged them on. They had to run a gauntlet of hands helping them onto the stage.

Once they stood on each side of him, the black singer burst out with 'My Cherie amour' and directed them both to sway to the music with him. As the singer came to the sexy lines, he would run the hand, not holding the microphone down either Trish's or Jacquelyn's sides, exaggerating the curve of their bodies with his gesture. Soon Trish was into her stripper routine, running her hands down the curves of her body, herself, and swaying erotically. Jacquelyn watched and caught on. Soon they were oblivious to where they were and were both caught up in the music and their seductive dancing.

As he neared the end, the singer reached down to Jacquelyn's knee and raised his hand suggestively. But his cuff link caught on her hem, and unknowingly he slid the dress above her waist. Seeing his blunder, he immediately flicked it free and pulled the dress back over her hips. But everyone in the restaurant, including Noel, had seen that she was wearing nothing but the black suspender belt under her dress. The fact that she was hairless and her labia shone with her secretions was most conspicuous. Dave watched the look on Noel's face; plainly, Jacquelyn had not told him about his shaving her that afternoon.

To take some of the attention away from the mortified Jacquelyn, Trish clutched the front of her dress over her similarly naked cunt, but lifted the side to expose the curve of her hip. Then, she extended her long elegant leg, revealing she was bereft of panties. 

The restaurant erupted in applause, and a man tried to get up on the stage with them. Over thirty hot-blooded French men also took a step forward. It did not bode well. Jacques signalled to Dave to follow him. Dave knocked back the rest of his Pastis, followed Jacques onto the stage, and took Trish's arm. 

The four of them followed the black singer to a door at the side of the stage. On the other side of the door, they found themselves in a corridor with small dressing rooms off each side. The singer ducked into one of the dressing rooms and indicated they keep going. Jacques swapped places with Dave and led Trish down some stairs that led to the day restaurant by the pool. Dave had to bend his six-foot-one body to stop hitting his head as he helped Jacquelyn down the stairs; she was quite unsteady in her tall high heels. They came out next to the day restaurant and turned right toward the cabins.

Dave realised Jacques had saved them from walking the gauntlet of French hands, attempting to fondle the girl's derrières.

In the balmy night air, Jacques lifted Trish's dress up above her waist as they walked towards the Jacques cabin. Although no one was around, the thrill of someone maybe walking around the corner had Trish blushing and excited. Dave followed suit, lifting Jacquelyn's dress. She gasped in 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 he could recall every detail in the years to come. Knowing he was unlikely ever to see such perfection as this, highlighted by the full moon and in such a beautiful tropical setting.

He couldn't help but glance at Trish's ass and compare the two. Jacquelyn's, was narrower, more like a young man. He concluded that they were both sexy, but for him, Trish's butt was the more shapely, and he made a mental note to himself to remember to compliment her on this later.

Jacques stopped them just short of the door. "You will not have time to relieve yourselves once inside, so you need to go here." Trish understood he was playing his voyeuristic games again, so she lifted her dress and squatted on the grass beside the path. She purposely spread her knees apart, letting Jacques watch her pee. Peeing out in the open wasn't in Jacquelyn's syllabus at her finishing school. She looked aghast for a few moments before following suit. She held Daves's hand to steady herself, then spread her legs and let him watch. Dave was fascinated to watch another woman pee. The lips of her vulva swelled apart, and then a torrent flowed from between them. It seemed so personal and erotic, and he wondered if Trish would ask him to fuck her that evening because it would test his resolve, 'Not too' if she did.

 Both women stood, pulled their dresses back over their hips, and followed Jacques into the bungalow. A whistle of appreciation rang out, and they turned to see the other Gendarmes walking towards them from up by the pool. 

They all filed into the lounge of a large family bungalow. Rennie went to the small mini bar and asked, "What do you all want to drink?"

Thierry and Henri took Noel to the end of the bar and made him strip. Watching them handcuff one of his hands onto a high-backed bar stool, Dave thought this was probably illegal use of their handcuffs. But he doubted such a case would ever reach any court here in Tahiti.

 Jacques had led Trish to a three-seater settee, where Alian had already plonked himself at one end. A large coffee table was placed in front of the sofa with a duvet folded in half over it and a cushion at one end, obviously set where a head was to rest. On the other side of the coffee table was another three-seater, where Henri and Thierry had plonked themselves. 

Jacquelyn looked concerned about what may happen to Noel, and she went to move over by him, but Dave held her and led her to an armchair by the settee. He whispered in her ear that he would ensure they didn't do anything terrible to Noel.

She looked at Dave, "Will you look after me too? 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. But yes, I will look after you."

Jacques waved to Rennie and indicated that the girls needed another glass of champagne, and he sat Trish between him and Alian. Rennie came and handed Jacquelyn her drink and asked Dave what he wanted to drink. Dave just asked for juice. There were too many men in the room that he was unsure about for him to let his guard down, and he attentively observed Rennie as he poured the juice.

The conversation was light and humourous, and Jacquelyn was beginning to relax. But when Jacques rose, stepped over, and pulled her to her feet, she looked at Dave with a nervous smile. 

Dave rose with her, and knowing she was to be led to the coffee table, he went and sat on the couch with Trish. He wanted to support her but was also worried about all the attention Alain was lavishing on her. Alain looked at Dave, giving him a look that asked if he was alright with his arm around Trish's shoulders.

Dave nodded back at him and mouthed, 'Be respectful of her.' To which he received a grin and a mouthed, 'Of course.' As Alain drew her gently against him, they all turned to what was happening at the coffee table.

Rennie and Pierre had taken up positions on each side of Jacquelyn, who was standing at the end of the table. Jacques was directly in front, hands around her neck, kissing her lips. Jacquelyn returned his kiss, but she still looked tense. She stiffened even more as Rennie and Pierre unzipped and lowered her dress to the floor, leaving her standing there in nothing but her suspenders, stockings, and black high-heels.

They lifted one of her legs, then the other and kicked the dress over towards Henri and Thierry, who were sitting on the other three-seater, lecherous grins splitting their faces. Dave was hit by a feeling of unease at the thought of Thierry looking so eager to humiliate and degrade Jacquelyn. He hoped Jacques was as good as his word and could control them.

Jacquelyn looked terrified as Jacques broke the kiss, and pushed her backward. He caught her knees, and 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?"

As Dave went to move over beside her, Trish beckoned him to lean down, "You can fuck her if you want. I'm OK about it now."

Dave shook his head, moved over, picked up a solid low table by the armchair, and sat by Jacquelyn's head. He thought to himself, '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 in this situation.'

Jacquelyn looked up at him and mouthed 'thank you' before closing them again. He firmly gripped her hand to let her feel that he was with her, then watched the three guys start massaging her. Dave knew their routine and knew it would go much as he had seen that morning. Jacquelyn had said to Trish she would have given all the money she had to be in her place, but he also heard her say she didn't want Jacques to hit her there. So to calm her some more, he leaned in and brushed his lips over hers. She opened her eyes and 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 felt 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 leaned forward again and kissed Jacquelyn, hoping they weren't getting into some tit-for-tat contest over who could kiss the most passionately. 

But as much as he tried to cool his own ardour, Jacquelyn responded with passion, desperate to cover her embarrassment at what she was letting these men do to her. Dave took in the different tastes and techniques. Exciting feelings flooded through his mind, and his cock grew and bunched up awkwardly in his trousers.

Then he physically felt her relax and give a small moan of pleasure. He broke their kiss to see what was happening and saw Jacques between her legs, nibbling at her clit. He also had two fingers hooked and thrusting on her 'G' spot. Dave took the opportunity to look over at Trish. She was watching Jacques's actions intently. Alain had turned towards her and stroked his hands along her legs, pushing the dress onto her hips.

Dave turned away to check on Noel, not wanting to let Trish or Alain see his displeasure. He felt threatened by Alain's good looks and obvious attraction to Trish. To his surprise, Noel did not look angry or jealous. Instead, he had a good grip on his stiff 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. From years of experience, he knew 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, and I'm shaving you. Spread your legs apart so I can see the beautiful flower between your legs. Now imagine I am peeling apart your petals and inserting a finger. You know this is not meant to be part of the Brazilian, but you don't care; it feels so good."

Jacquelyn relaxed at his word and spread her legs. Jacques gave Dave a grateful smile and slowly peeled her labia apart. 

Dave said, "Now I insert two fingers, withdraw them, and lift your knees onto your chest before inserting them again and sucking on your nipples."

Rennie and Pierre had to understand as they each took a knee and lifted it onto her chest before each sucking on a nipple, and Jacques began finger fucking her in earnest. All the time, Dave continued to build her fantasy, and when he told her the door was open and a man was looking in, her hips started bucking on Jacques's hand.

 He told her he was moving to the side to give the man a better view. She moaned and tried to straighten and close her legs. Rennie and Pierre held her knees until she gave up, then pulled them wider apart. Dave didn't need to talk to her anymore; he could see she was into it now; her vulva was wide open and leaking sweet, creamy juice all over Jacques's fingers. Jacquelyn was very close, her hips working overtime. Her hips tried to jerk more of Jacques's hand between her legs.

As Jacques pulled out his little paddle, Dave again glanced at Trish and was happy to see that she and Alain were not kissing now but staring intently at Jacquelyn's wide-open pink folds. Then, checking out Noel with a glance, he saw that he had already climaxed and had shot spunk all over his stomach. Dave had a funny feeling that this was probably the most significant ejaculation the guy had ever had.

At that moment, Jacquelyn's hips rose high with her first 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 were now 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 hold of her; again, the little paddle swooped through the air and was snapped down hard against her clit, and her nipples were stretched and pinched. Jacquelyn had at least three more orgasms before she slumped back onto the duvet, exhausted.

The men all got up and returned to their seats; Jacques motioned to Dave that he should also leave her be. As he rose, he looked at Trish. She was sitting with her legs tightly clamped around her wrist, dress high up on her hips, and the movement of her arm told him she was working on getting herself off, with her eyes firmly fixed between Jacquelyn's legs.

 Alain still had his arm around Trish's shoulders, his left hand massaging one of her breasts. Dave was shocked to see the bulge in Alain's shorts; he was obviously well-hung. The familiar stab of jealousy ate at Dave, hating the thought of that monster between the legs of 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 cushions. So Dave took Alain's place beside Trish. Then, as she cuddled against him, "Are you OK? Do you want me to get you out of here?"

"Not yet," said Trish, "That was intense. It brought the morning's experience back for me. I want to see what happens to Jacquelyn now. But then maybe, I need to ask you something first, though."

But she said no more, just turned and watched as Alain and Henri lifted and moved the coffee table, with Jacquelyn still spread-eagled upon it. They shifted the thick Persian rug to where the coffee table had been, then set the small lamp table that Dave had sat on and the one from the other end of the settee inline and placed thick cushions on them.

The men all had another gulp of their Pastis. Jacques took a glass over to Jacquelyn, lifted her head, and touched the glass to her lips. She took a good sip, lay back into the duvet, and closed her legs together. With that simple act, Jacquelyn came back to life, opening and closing her legs a couple of times, feeling the sensations that this brought her. 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 beside her immediately; it was what he had been waiting for. As he lifted her, he also asked Dave to bring Trish to him. He spun Jacquelyn around and guided her down onto her knees, and bent her over the middle table; she clung to the cushion. He told Dave to bend Trish over the table set up by Jacquelyn's ankles and then to 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 she wanted to touch the gorgeous ass before her?

Trish felt Jacques 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 around inside them, she moved her hips to try and get him to touch her cunt. Jacquelyn made the same motion, attempting to get some contact with her own heated sex.

He ran his hands around the curve of her buttocks and back in between her legs, slightly brushing his fingers down her slit. She again pushed herself back onto him and copied his movements on Jacquelyn's cleft. Her cunt swelled open and tried to swallow her fingers. She found this extremely erotic; what was happening to her was mirrored only inches away.

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, Jacques withdrew his fingers, and falteringly, Trish did the same. 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 moved back against him, he drew back.

She knew what he wanted, so she lifted her head, 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 her 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 here to give her support."

Trish looked pleadingly at Dave, "Please? Fuck her in the ass. I have to have some relief."

But Dave shook his head harder and was relieved to see Jacques gesture to Rennie, who was over in a flash. He swung his leg over Trish's head and bent his knees, lining himself up. Dave was relieved, as he knew him to be of only moderate size. 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. Then, when she felt Jacques position himself back against her tight brown button, she pushed Rennie's cock 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 drive in and give her the relief she craved.

The two men built up their pace. Long, hard strokes that forced whimpers from Jacquelyn's lips, but her narrow hips showed no sign of pain; they were eagerly pushing back hard against Alain's thrusts, trying to get him all the way in.

She felt fingers thrust into her vagina and looked around to see that Pierre was bent behind her now. A sharp smack on her arse made her realise again that she was still meant to be mirroring everything done to her, so she released one hand from the base of Rennie's cock and thrust two fingers back into Jacquelyn's wet snatch. Then, concentrating on the pleasure being meted out to her, she felt Jacquelyn approaching another climax as her muscular contractions squeezed her fingers. A surge of excitement gripped her; she could feel Rennie's cock running backward and forward through the thin tissue that separated his cock from her fingers. She moaned in dismay, though, as aroused as she was, her orgasm was some way away.

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 where the others had slumped 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 possible, lifted her feet, and then 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 let him passionately kiss her mouth.

Dave watched, jealousy ripping through his gut; this, he thought, was far beyond an uninvolved fuck. It 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 spent themselves. He would have been even more jealous if he had known that Trish was fantasising that Alain's impressive weapon was slowly shrinking between her legs.

 Pierre just lay there, his total weight spread over Trish's body. Dave stood, zipped his shorts up, and moved beside 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 line I never thought I would cross. I want out of here now!"

He picked up her dress, pulled it over her head, and moved with her towards the door. Jacques leapt up from the stool, and Dave thought he was going to try and stop them from 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 looked back and saw Thierry bending over Jacquelyn. He turned to Jacques, "I'm not happy about leaving Jacquelyn here, but I have to look after my wife. Will you promise to take care of her for us please?"

Jacques nodded, "You know I will, my friend; I would like to meet with you again 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 looking at them, an angry look on his face. Dave knew the guy was pissed at having missed out on Trish. But Jacques closed the door before Dave could go back and confront him.

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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 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 over the years. You and I have had dozens of orgasms that have equalled that. It was the whole situation, not Pierre. He's just a man I will never see again. Still, I have to admit it scared me, also. I think maybe we have reached the end of this journey."

Dave sighed, "Good; I think if we continue down this path, we will regret it."

They dried each other and climbed into their bed to cuddle. After a while, Trish spoke. "I would like to get my affair with Yvette off my chest."

"Good," replied Dave. "But first, on the settee earlier, what was Alain talking to you so urgently about? he had me worried; you looked so happy with him on the dance floor and had me very jealous."

"He was trying to talk me into our leaving. He said he wanted to make love to me but could not bear to watch the others, especially Henri and Thierry. And so asked if I would go to his hotel."

"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 going. But before I could talk to you, Jacques came over and told him to arrange the mat for Jacquelyn, and you know how rapidly things moved after that. 

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 that room. I'm sorry, but I had feelings I should never have had."

"That's alright; I understand his disappointment and saw you liked him. 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're right in presuming 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 of her moving into our home, we had progressed from good friends to something much deeper. She would creep into 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. I was saving every penny I could to go and be with her in France, her having returned to Montpellier with her parents a year after she left us."

"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 knew what was happening between us, but my father never knew. After that, I had to sort out my sexuality. I guessed I was a lesbian but didn't 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 I 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 strengthened because I wouldn't join all the raunchy parties. I wanted to join in and have fun but was too screwed up.

The night I went to the party and met you, I had given in to a girlfriend's pressure to attend, warning her I would leave if I didn't like the party. Then I saw you and felt an attraction I hadn't known for a long time. I watched you move around the party, talking so easily with 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 you had slept with. Questioning her some more, I realised that 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 dismayed by your actions.

I was intrigued. I knew plenty of girls who were livid about guys using them and then moving on. So I manoeuvred next to you and started a conversation. You were friendly and treated me like a woman, and over the next half hour of our talking, I had pretty much decided I would 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. If it is, I will get rid of them."

"Stay here and ignore it. What if it is Thierry? he was pissed that you left." Argued Dave.

"No! It may be Noel or Jacquelyn, so we can't ignore it, stay there. I will yell if I need you."

Trish gave him a firm look, letting him know he would be in trouble if he dared to move. She then slipped off the bed and left the bedroom.

To be continued…