Trish came awake slowly. She knew she had had a very realistic dream. Alain was on top of her, his thick cock, stationary, deeply embedded inside her. She felt stretched wide, and he was hurting her a little, but the pleasure he was giving her was overriding the discomfort. She opened her legs wide to allow him better access, and her left knee bumped against another warm body.

As she awakened, she realised she was lying on her back, her legs spread wide and her knee resting against Dave's hip. Her fingers were embedded deep in her cunt, and she pulled them out quickly, not wanting Dave to catch her in such a lewd position. She looked to make sure Dave wasn't watching her and thankfully found he was also on his back, mouth slightly open and still fast asleep. It was broad daylight, and she wondered how late they had slept and slowly closed her legs, not wanting to wake him.

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

She was horny, though, probably brought on by the dream and the events from the night before. She rolled over to Dave and pulled the sheet from him, then lowered herself and took his limp cock in her mouth. She felt Dave awaken as his cock started hardening in her mouth. She loved waking him this way, but it seldom happened anymore. For the last few years, Dave had initiated sex, and by the time she warmed up and responded, he was fully erect.

 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, "I might do, not penetrative though; I'm a bit tender down there. I have no idea why!"

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

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

Basking in the afterglow, Trish asked him what time it was. Dave reached over to 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 leapt from the bed. He admired her beautiful naked body disappearing through their bedroom door and heard her splash into the sea before his feet hit the floor.

—-

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 they approached them at their usual spot by the pool.

Trish leapt 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. Then, she whispered into Trish's ear, "I would like to talk with you guys later and compare notes, but I 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. So I'll sort that out 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 we 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."

But Trish said she was happy to tell Jacquelyn everything. Pointing out that Jacquelyn probably guessed that Alain had come them when he disappeared. They talked, swam in the sea, and talked some more, by which time it was almost 1:30 pm. They picked up their towels and went to lunch.

—-

Jacquelyn knocked on the door just after 2:00. She confidently moved into their room, her face glowing with pride - a much different demeanour from the nervous, unsure woman from the day before.

"You look like the cat that got the cream," said Trish.

Jacquelyn plopped down opposite Trish. "I told Noel he was playing golf, and he objected, saying I just wanted to visit you guys so I could fuck Dave. To which I replied, 'you just want to watch', which he didn't deny. So I explained that you wouldn't share him with me and that we would only be talking. And after I told him again to give me some space and play golf, he meekly gave in and called the front desk to order a Taxi. I'm over the moon; I should have stood up to him years ago. He was putty in my hands after last night."

Dave gathered the lunch dishes and stood. "I'll tidy up and then read my book out on the deck. You guys stay here and talk."

"I'm okay with you staying here," said Jacquelyn. "I'd like your opinions."

But Dave countered that he would be just through the ranch slider, so they could include him whenever needed.

Dave rinsed their plates, set them on the wrack to dry, and wandered past the talking girls to the deck. He picked up his book and turned a page but couldn't concentrate. Jacquelyn was describing her night. He was fascinated listening to her version of events. She started by thanking Trish for allowing Dave to comfort her when they first entered Jacques's bungalow, saying, "Without Dave's support and reassurance, I would almost certainly have bailed out."

He listened to her admit to Trish that one of the most exciting parts of the evening was when Trish had fingered her while she was fucked in the ass. And that was her first time anal. 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.

He must have been reminiscing, as his mind snapped back to the present 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 to. He was vaguely 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 an enormous climax when he came. 

"Did you get to see his cock? He had the thickest cock of all the guys there. Of course, it wasn't 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 turned on by Thierry fucking me. He was on the couch, only a couple of feet away. Thierry had 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, which turned me on. Thierry made him get off the couch and 'you know' lick me when he had finished. And Noel really got off on doing that. He couldn't get enough of me."

Dave's mind wandered again, thinking about how a woman could enjoy being treated like a slut. Trish was correct; he really found it hard to comprehend. With both of them appearing so strait-laced, almost prudish by nature, it was unbelievable to him that they could enjoy being spoken to like that. He knew that under normal circumstances, Trish would rip another arsehole in a guy if he used just one of those words.

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. So naturally, he was interested to hear Trish's version of their night with Alain. Experience told him she would tell Jacquelyn things about their encounter with him that she would probably never admit to him directly. And he wasn't disappointed, her description of their night's events revealing how much their threesome had aroused her.

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

Jacquelyn commented that she understood, "That was what was so good for me last night. The men took charge and made me do things I had no idea about."

Again Dave sat in amazed contemplation at this new revelation. After seventeen years of marriage, he realised he was only now 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. He had to bite his tongue and not laugh as they both put on their most seductive walks and then dove into the sea. When they dragged themselves out of the water, they were dam near-naked, as their panties had turned transparent. Dave dropped his book in his lap to cover his burgeoning erection and watched them settle on the deckchairs.

"How much did you listen to?" Asked Trish, "And don't try to tell me you were reading your book."

"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 horrid little man. I 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 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. Our marriage was arranged years ago to secure the future of both family interests. Added to that are 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 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 sure Noel would be keen. But we have yet to talk about any of the evening's events. I find it easy to talk with you guys, but I don't know how to start discussing this with Noel. But things have changed between us. I now have the upper hand and must get my head around that fact first."

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 parties that led us astray. 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 could talk to about these things before. Certainly not a male, anyway. I want to try other men. 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 won't be easy. But a friend of Noel's has chased me for years. So he may 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, turned his deckchair to face Jacquelyn more directly, and 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 everything he owns and built a boarding house for single men. He and his wife live in a penthouse unit on the top floor."

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 may interest you. He said he wanted security for himself and his wife in these changing times. They have an underground garage, and there is only one way to get to the top floor: 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, and take a top floor apartment that no one knows about, and come and go in your car with no one even seeing you."

"Sounds interesting, but we have several homes I can move in and out of without being seen. And I have no idea about property development." 

"I was thinking more about owning a small place of your own that no one, not even Noel, knows anything about," replied Dave. 

Jacquelyn looked thoughtful, "Still, a project like that would get me out of that boring bank. I'll run that past my father when I get home. But I think things will be very different between Noel and me now, and he may be keen to take part in any new liaisons. So I can imagine that Noel may organise our future liaisons."

 They talked until the sun was getting 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. Come inside and have a 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. So they arranged to meet for dinner at 8:00.

—-

Dinner was interesting; they were the centre of attention, as the other guests must have had a good idea of what had happened to Trish and Jacquelyn the night before. First, much to his wife's anguish, a husband came over and asked Jacquely to dance. And after that, there was a constant flow of men asking the women to dance. It was close to midnight when they swapped emails, promised to keep in touch, and headed for their bungalows.

—-

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 flash, on the second floor, with a small balcony overlooking the pool. They spent the afternoon down at the pool, lazing around and only leaving their deckchairs to swim or get a cooling drink. At 4:00, the bar attendant 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 was that Sally may have burnt their business premises down or they had been burgled. 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 Trish face to face. Can you come and see us here at the Sheraton and give us both 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 have to bring some street clothes, as I can't have dinner in my uniform. I should be there about 5:30."

An idea was forming in Dave's mind, "Okay, great. We will look forward to hearing your news. Make sure you come in your uniform." 

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 raced 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 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. They wanted to send them over on the plane, but I told them to throw them away. Buggered if I'm going to the airport for those old clothes." 

When they had left Moorea that morning, his bag was so heavy he had left some old clothes behind. So he felt he was not telling Trish a lie. So he lay back on the deckchair and pondered how to get Trish to their room, and to leave her there, while he went and intercepted Alain. Half an hour later, the problem was taken out of his hands when Trish sat up and said she had had enough sun and was going to their room to shower and get ready for dinner.

"Okay, I'll have a last swim, then follow you up soon. 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 headed out to 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 looked very different in his uniform, smart and imposing. He gestured to the lobby boys to park his car, threw them the keys, and 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 might be going to have it out with him about their activities the night before last, and he nervously pulled up a chair and sat opposite. Dave gestured for him to relax, "Hey, I'm all good. There are no problems with Trish or me. But I haven't told Trish about your call. I want to surprise her, but first, I want to run past you, a conversation I overheard yesterday between Trish and Jacquelyn." 

Then Dave proceeded to explain about Trish being disappointed in there being such gentlemen the other night. He explained he was keen to try some rough kinky stuff on her and see how it played out.

Alain's face lit up at the prospect of another session with Trish. He nodded, "I will take you guys to dinner. I have a place I often eat that will be perfect for any l' imagination you can dream up."

Dave elaborated on his thoughts and then led the way 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 by the machines, "I'll wait here. You go in and arrest Trish and bring her out. I have imagined her bent over the ice machine since I first saw it."

Alain looked doubtful, "We could get caught, and I would get in serious trouble if anyone sees a Gendarme behaving so."

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. Let me have that bag of clothes; go do your best, policeman act 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 apprehensively walked to the door, inserted the card, and quietly moved inside. He saw the small cleaner's wedge and jammed the door open with it. He gave a start when Trish called out, "I'm in the bathroom, don't come in. I'm shaving."

He moved to the door from where her voice had come and saw that the bathroom door was not fully closed. Putting his eye to the small gap, he saw Trish standing at the basin. She had one foot on the vanity top with her knee spread wide to the side. Her back was to him, but the mirror gave him a clear look at her naked beaver. He felt himself hardening as he took in the view. She was stretching her labia and carefully stroking the razor along them, searching out the remaining hair.

Trish did have a towel wrapped around her breasts, but it was wide open because of her stance. And as she had her head down, concentrating on not cutting herself, she was oblivious to his presence. He pushed the door open and stepped into the bathroom. Trish still did not notice him and jerked when he touched her shoulder. In broad French, he spoke loudly, "Madame, we have had a complaint about you. I must ask you to come with me and answer some questions, S'il vous plaît. He had lowered the timbre of his voice a few notches to disguise his voice.

Trish dropped the razor, gasped, and started to protest. Alain gripped her shoulder hard and, standing behind her so she did not see his face, marched her out of the room. Then, turning her left towards the alcove, he guided her along the walkway with a hand on her waist.

She started to resist violently, and her protests increased in volume until he pushed her in beside the vending machine, and she came face to face with Dave. 

Her mouth dropped open, realisation awaked, 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 her towel, dragged her in beside the ice maker. Then tugging the towel free, he threw it on top of the machine, leaving her standing totally naked.

Trish gave a shocked squeal and made to cover herself with a hand while using her other hand to reach 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 walk 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 get free.

 But both men held her firm. Dave roughly pulled Trish against him and leaned back over the small bench beside the ice machine. The action lifted her feet from the ground, and she tensed as she felt Alain move behind her and part her dangling legs. He rubbed his prick against her slit, coating himself in her juices, and she braced herself, knowing she was about to be impaled. His efforts and her mounting excitement had her secretions flowing like a river, and he slid in with little resistance.

Still struggling and worried about someone catching them, she looked behind. No one was there, but she could only see a few meters of the walkway. The suspense and expectation that someone could walk by sent a surge like an electric charge running through her body. It was an anxious, panicky feeling, but mixed with it, the thrill of being discovered, and she felt her already wet quim start to run like a river.

Dave was also watching the walkway and looking a bit anxious. He still had his hand between her soapy legs and pulled it back as he felt Alain's shaft run between his fingers, but then eased it back to search out her clit. 

He kissed her hard, forcing her lips apart with his tongue, then drew back and looked into her glazed eyes, "You need to come quick before someone comes. Concentrate slut.'  

Dave had never spoken to her like this before, and he half expected her to explode. But Trish just groaned and pushed her cunt onto his strumming fingers. 

But she did hear him and saw the truth in his words. She needed to make this quick. She pushed herself away from Dave, and once her feet touched the concrete, she bent forward, slid Dave's cock out of his shorts, and took him in her mouth. Then moaning and mumbling that she was about to cum, she jerked her bum around on Alain's engorged prick, banging hard against him, matching his thrusts.

At first, she was just acting, knowing if she were to pretend to cum, they would quickly follow. But then she felt the beginnings of a real orgasm building and realised that this situation and the likelihood of being seen was incredibly erotic.

She lifted her head, "Christ, Dave, play with my tits." 

Then she lowered her head again and tried to suck Daves's balls up through his prick. Then, rotating her hips, she worked all of Alain's cock inside and set to with her pelvic floor muscles, trying to milk him dry. 

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

The first to cum was Alain. He was trying to suppress his groans and keep quiet, but with little success. His final thrust rammed Dave's cock deeper down Trish's throat than she had ever taken him. She recoiled back from Dave's ejaculating rod, gasped for air and came herself with a long, drawn-out shriek. Still buried deep, Alain stood and enjoyed the pulses gripping his cock. Her eyes slowly came back into focus, and she saw that the walkway was still empty. Then pushing Alain's hands from her hips, she extracted herself and made a grab for the towel to cover herself. 

But Alain pulled it out of her reach, "You don't need that, come on, follow me; I have good news to share." 

And zipping himself, he turned and beckoned her to follow him back to their room. Trish snapped her head left and right before stepping from the alcove. No one was there, so she hurried along, happy Dave followed close behind, albeit on unsteady legs. 

Before they could stop her, she ducked into the bathroom and locked the door. Then as she evaluated what had just happened and how sensual it had been, she grabbed a flannel and cleaned her still soapy, messy cunt. Then wrapping a bathrobe around her, she walked out and joined the men in the lounge. Both were flushed 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 documents, as he had never had a chance to put them in front of me, but he thought he had all the other'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 was my wife and her new partner. He was reluctant to tell me his name, but when I explained she was pushing for a divorce, he told me. It was Rainier, a Gendarme in my office. It was who I had suspected. My wife had evidently confided to Pascal's wife about the divorce and mentioned her settling on her getting the house and staying there, so they would still be neighbours. I wanted to tell him 'Dream on' but clamped my mouth and kept quiet about the trust."

"I decided not to write a letter to the Surveillant Général but placed a call to Paris and asked if I could speak with him directly. 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 wanted to hand in my resignation, as I could not return to Paris in a couple of months and work alongside this man 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 would be transferred down to Marseilles, into a 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 to replace an officer who had quit under suspicious circumstances."

"So, for all your help, I want to take you both to a little restaurant next to my apartment in town. My shout and I have already bought a couple of bottles of my favourite Champagne. 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 half-full 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. Then, we'll just sit and choose the one that pleases us the most." 

Alain nodded his head in agreement and asked if he could change out of his uniform and clean the gluey wet patch Trish had left around his fly.

Dave made them all drinks, then went to the bedroom and pulled on some light chinos and a short-sleeved shirt before joining Alain in the lounge.

 For the next 20 minutes, Trish paraded in and out of the bathroom with different dresses and skirts, some she had bought while on holiday. Dave didn't even realise she had purchased a couple of the ones she modelled. He doubted there was a hell of a lot of their US$ left in the travel wallet.

They both agreed on a short strappy dress in a red shimmery material. It was backless and open enough at the sides to see that she wasn't wearing a bra. It was tight-fitting at her hips and finished about mid-thigh. As she walked and spun around for them, they saw that the material was slightly transparent, and she hadn't put on any knickers yet.

Trish saw the lust in their eyes. "I thought this would be the one. I can't wear a bra with this. Are you okay with me being out in public like this?" She said, looking at Dave, Then 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. Her bent-over position gave Alain a good shot of her naked fanny, and he gasped in surprise.

"I'm going to wear panties. So don't get your hopes up."

"You don't need panties, and yes, I'm sure Alain and I can hold the hoards of lecherous Frenchmen at bay," said Dave.

"No way am I walking out of here with no panties. So 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 must be removed." 

As Trish went to object, Alain waved her to relax, "You will be okay when we get to the restaurant. It is very quiet and secluded. Far away from the usual touristy spots."

—

Alain drove them into town and parked outside his apartment. He asked them to wait a minute, as he needed to drop his uniform off, not daring to leave it in the car. When he returned, they walked a block to an old building with a neon sign on the front.

Trish read the sign above the door. "Charcuterie Bar - 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. However, 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 drew Trish down to sit beside him, leaving Dave the seat opposite them. Trish looked around the room and noted 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, wearing the French black and white striped T-shirt, but she chuckled to herself as 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. We should have you on our stage tonight. I have some local girls to dance for us, but their beauty pales against yours."

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

Alain stepped in, "That Champagne I brought, please, you lecherous old bastard." 

—

The food was superb, and for an entree, Dave and Trish tried 'snails', a first for them both, and surprisingly, they found them to be delicious. The Champagne flowed, and the conversation was interesting. Alain told them stories about some diners seated at the other tables. There were some couples, but it was mostly men. When their conversation touched on their escapade earlier that night, Trish blushed and admitted that she had enjoyed the excitement of being so vulnerable. She was not surprised when she felt Dave's foot pushing between her knees, but she did react when Alain dropped his hand under the table and attempted two lift her dress.

"Not here, not now! God, you guys are incorrigible."

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

 "Of course I'm tense, it 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, "Only a couple can see into our cubical, and they cannot see what's happening under the tablecloth. So 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 continued to caress her calf with his foot.

Victor appeared on the small stage and announced the entertainment for the night. "We will have a saucy little Cabaret this evening. I hope you are not all too shocked. Enjoy!" 

The restaurant lights lowered, coloured spotlights bathed the stage, and to accompanying music, six dancers came 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 at the stage, but Dave had to swivel around at 45 degrees to watch. Alain's hand crept up from her knee, and Trish put her hand over it, trying to slow his progress. He held still but then placed his other arm around her and slid his hand over her right breast.

"No!" She exclaimed, trying to lift his hand while she glanced around. But that left his left hand free to move up her exposed legs.

"No one is watching; relax." He whispered in her ear. "Everyone is more interested in the Stage now."

Still, she held his hand on her breast and felt his fingers slowly drag the hem of her dress up to her crotch. The sensual movement of his fingers caused her to catch her breath, her head snapping around again to see if anyone was paying them attention. Watching the girls on stage lift their skirts and expose 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 hooked themselves under the elastic band of her bikini brief and drew them down her legs.

"Lift," he ordered her, and as he pushed her panties past her knees, Dave reached under the table and removed them completely. Alain brushed his fingers lightly along her slit, then sank two fingers in hard. His thrusting fingers extracted a gasp, and she lay her head on the cubicle seat's headrest.

They were 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. Plus, she was getting fucking horny again. Dave came around the table and squeezed beside her, his body partially blocking the other patrons' view.

Partially concealed now, she relaxed a little more and offered no resistance when Dave slid his hand under her top and exposed her breast. Alain ordered her to lift again. She obeyed, but before she could stop him, he had raised her dress above her waist. She panicked for a second, then an insatiable need for release came over her, and she slumped back, submitting to their perseverance. In the back of her mind, she struggled to comprehend why she was not absolutely mortified at being exposed in a room of thirty or more people. 

Now Alain had laid her bare. He spread her labia, took her swollen clitoris between his fingers, and worked it like a small penis. The feeling was sublime; she did not care what happened around her now but threw her legs open as a wave of emotion wracked her body.

As Alain worked on her exposed crevice and Dave cared for her breasts, her hips jerked up to meet every violation. Her pleasure blossomed, and her body shuddered and pulsed under their touches. She couldn't control herself now. She straightened her legs and lifted her rotating ass off the seat. She grabbed Alain's hand and forced his fingers into her cunt as she came. Thankfully, her low moans were heard only by the two men. She expected them to stop, and they did slow a little, giving her time to catch her breath. But each kept working at 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.

 She opened her eyes and saw the couple at the closest table watching. She pulled on Alain's hand, and when he looked, she directed his gaze to the couple. He smiled at them; they nodded their heads in appreciation and then turned their attention back to the stage. 

Flooded in sensations, Trish saw that the two male dancers were disrobing the four girls. She tried to close her legs, lay back, and watch the show, but Dave dragged her to her feet. Alain followed, put an arm around her waist, supporting her, and walked towards the back of the dining room.

She was at a door before she realised her dress was still stuck above her waist and that people were watching. She made to pull it down, but Dave held her hands. They passed through the 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 onto a small balcony overlooking the street.

Trish was now even more aware that she was exposed and that the people walking in the street below could see her if they looked up. The guys stood on each side of her and lifted. She was facing Alain and felt him reach down and align himself. Dave crowded in behind and directed his cock against her rear. Then they lowered her, and she wriggled her arse to enable both shafts to ease between her legs.

Once embedded and with both her feet still well clear of the balcony, they thrust in unison. There was a little pain, she had been abused these last few days, but she didn't offer any resistance; her desire was too strong. Her only concern was being seen by the people in the street below.

She frantically looked around, but she saw no one was looking up and realised that even if they did, the light from the street cafes had them in darkness. They were more likely to be seen by the patrons watching the cabaret. The windows of the main dining room were all wide open. Even the French doors on a deck next to theirs were open. If anyone came onto the deck for a cigarette, they would only be a few meters from them.

But the show was still in full swing, and the noise masked any sounds they were making. Trish gave in to her desires; she jerked her hips down onto Alain's shaft and rubbed 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 sensitive nipples.

Trish found herself caught up in the extreme eroticism of the moment. The street sounds from people walking just below them, being double penetrated, and Dave's strong hands roughly manipulating her sensitive breasts were an incredibly erotic mix. The thrill that someone could walk out beside them was something she had never experienced before. This time she did not need to fake 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 of pleasure mixed with her gasping intakes of air. Their groans and moans bounced 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 had withdrawn, and she knew he had not come. She leaned back and kissed him, searching out his tongue, wanting to let him know how much she loved him.

"Wow! That was intense," she murmured to Dave as they eased her onto the balcony. "Are you okay? You didn't come?"

"No, but I'm good; pretty incredible for me as well." He replied.

"Don't be stupid." She pushed him back onto a chair and then straddled his hips. "I still have an itch and can go again."

Dave hit the chair hard, his trousers tangled up around his ankles. And Trish was on him, bouncing up and down in a rush. They kissed passionately, and Trish whispered to him that she was all his now. 

"Thank you for understanding and letting me sample some of what my friends must have enjoyed when they were young."

I don't think any of your friends sampled half of what we have done," replied Dave, as he felt his seed welling up in his balls.

"I'm going to cum," he groaned.

"Me too," cried Trish. And they clung to one another as their bodies spasmed together.

When they had caught their breath, Trish murmured, "God, I'm going to sleep for a week."

"You had better not. We have to be out at the airport at 6:00 am."

Alain spoke, "I'd better get you guys back to the hotel then."

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

"Yes, but most people will not have even seen us leave. I'll sort Victor out for the food tomorrow. So head straight for the stairs."

—

Several people turned and watched them cross the room, but once down the stairs, no one was nearby, and they got to the car without issue. Which was just as well, as Trish felt naked wearing nothing but the almost transparent dress. She knew she looked dishevelled and well fucked. Which indeed she was.

When Alain dropped them at the Hotel, he said he would be waiting at the reception at 5:30 am 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!"