Clare and I lay on the bed together naked, contented from our lovemaking. She leant over to me and kissed me. 'I can taste your cum in your mouth.' she observed. My face was still sticky from where she had rubbed her cum filled lips over it.
'Do you mind?' I asked, then before waiting for an answer. 'What is it with you and that anyway. Why have you suddenly taken to forcing me to lick my cum out of your pussy after sex. You told Veronique about it, then demonstrated.'
'Well I suppose it is a domination thing, I mean you like to cum on my face and in my mouth and see me swallow, don't you. I mean all men do.' 'mmm' I agreed ambiguously. She knew however that I had asked to cum on her face a couple of times in the past so I was on thin ice disagreeing.
'Well I guess this is the same.' she explained. ' I just feel terribly powerful and aroused with my pussy over your face, watching the mixture of our sexual union drip down into you mouth and then seeing you eat it. I suppose it is a bit like me marking you as mine.' she continued.
'So did you enjoy Veronique watching our lovemaking?' I asked her. I thought we should talk about it soon in case she had any regret.
'Oh it was wonderful. I am so glad it was just her, because I feel so close to her, and it was incredibly intimate for her to be lying next to us just watching. If there had been both of them it would have been sexual, but instead it was like a meeting of souls, for me anyway.'
'Clare you should know, for me having a woman masturbating 20 centimetres from me while I make love with you is hugely sexual. Don't think that it was just some spiritual thing I couldn't help but be aroused by her, even as I was making love with you. I think it could be a dangerous thing for us.'
'Yes of course William, it was a one off. I think Veronique feels so too. After they made love for me she said, 'There you have seen everything now as if there was closure.'
'Did she get Pascal to suck her clit?' I referred back to this morning's conversation.
'No, no luck there for her. In fact she let him fuck her ass for me. She asked if I liked anal sex and I said I had never tried but that I wasn't keen, that I thought it would hurt. So before Pascal came, she asked him if he would like to. Well you can imagine that he was quite keen, and then they did it while I watched.'
'What was it like?' We had never tried it and Clare had always been very hesitant about it. She quite liked a small well-oiled vibrator inside her anus when we made love, but had always said 'no' when I suggested trying anal intercourse.
'Hmm, I don't think it is for me really, I don't mind you fucking me from behind, but I don't know it just looks too dominating to me. Veronique just put her head down and stuck her ass in the air, Pascal relaxed her anus with a vibrator, rubbing it round the rim, then lightly inside and he used plenty of that jelly. They both enjoyed it and Veronique made herself cum again but I don't know, it seemed like he was almost abusing her. I didn't like it really. Really I prefer it when we are lying with our bodies close together and kissing.'
'They are much more physical, almost violent when they have sex. She scratched his back as they fucked, then bit his ear later. They like to mix pain in too. It wasn't for me.'
Clare got up and picked up a summer dress, she slipped it over her beautiful naked body and opened the door to the cabin to go out.
'Come on lazy bones, you cant stay in bed, we have to cook dinner, Veronique did lunch.' Just at that moment Veronique came passed the door. She had dressed into shorts and a camisole top, she looked in at me, I noticed her glance down at my cock and smile. It seemed strange that she would treat my nudity with such distain; she didn't even consider whether I would mind.
I got up and put my shorts back on. I joined Clare in the galley where she was preparing a seafood salad. We worked well together in the kitchen and it was nice to be doing something ordinary again. I had been worried that there would be tension on the boat after the girls had watched us all, but Veronique and Pascal came and went through the kitchen, getting some soft drinks as if nothing had happened.
We sat down to eat together and it was all smiles. The cold salmon and prawns that Veronique had brought were delicious and we all tucked in enthusiastically.
I discussed the Raskolovics deal with Pascal some more, he still saw no problem, even with the new deal. He thought we should just take the cash locally and pretend it came from the casino, washing it through the banks own cash account. It was a lot of money, but if we spread it over a week or two it wouldn't jump out at anyone in London.
It was really getting into questionable legal territory, but as Isabelle had pointed out, the fees were very generous. We wouldn't be able to book the payments through the normal bank systems, so would have to hold in a separate safe. It was all very dodgy.
Oh well, I thought to myself at least I have a possible plan if push comes to shove with the Raskolovics..
'Your husband is a very gentle lover.' Veronique was talking to Clare, obviously thinking about earlier. 'But, I thought it was all too nice for my tastes. I like sex with a bit of action, you two are very static, very considerate.'
'Yes' agreed Clare 'When you and Pascal make love, there is more violent movement, and you sometimes hurt one another, but it is not what we want.' Veronique smiled, 'Pain and pleasure are quite similar, you should try it.'
Clare laughed. 'Really. I don't think so.' We carried on chatting, about love and relationships till well into the night. It was nice to compare notes, and the fact that we had shared so much that day meant it was easy to talk.
We woke late the next day, and got up quickly as we only had a few hours to visit the beach before we had to sail back. Clare hopped out of bed, naked as she taken to sleeping, and disappeared out the door to take a quick shower. She met Pascal in the corridor, and I heard them chatting for a minute or two.
She came back wet having forgotten her towel, leant over dripping and kissed my passionately on the lips.
I got up and walked to the shower with the towel held tactically in front of me, my modesty in tact, for now anyway.
I got up deck and Pascal was near the front of the boat, pulling up the anchor to set off a little closer into the bay.
'Oh you are up finally.' He grinned. Veronique was at the wheel, her hair in a tight ponytail. She had a thin cotton beach dress over her obviously otherwise naked body. It was semi transparent and a belt held it close to her breasts and accentuated her hips. I looked at her and immediately felt my cock harden. I worried about what lay ahead.
'Good morning William'. She saw me looking at her.
'I trust you slept well.' 'Yes thank you' I replied. Clare was reading, dressed in her bikini briefs lying on a sun bed built into the deck at the front of the boat. I looked down and admired her breasts glistening with newly applied sun oil.
Pascal was obviously enjoying watching her without her customary challenging gaze that she normally gave him, daring him to look at her. He was done with the ropes for now and was just sitting back looking over at her.
'My husband finds your wife very attractive.' Veronique observed quietly so he would not hear.
'You know we have shared our bed with other couples in the past. I think Pascal was considering it yesterday. I think he would very much like to fuck your wife. But I saw yesterday that I don't think we would be compatible at all. Besides, Clare put him down in no uncertain terms.'
'Yes, it is not our style at all.' I agreed. 'I don't think it would be good for our marriage.'
'In France, many men have mistresses you know, you should try it. I am sure Isabelle would be amenable.' She pointed out.
'Yes I am sure. She has indeed already suggested it. But really, why would I want more than Clare.'
'Oh William, you have a lot to learn about love.' she replied. I was a little annoyed by her patronising tone.
'No Veronique I just think we like different things, Clare and I just don't need anyone else to jazz up our sex lives.'
'Oh come on William, admit it you found my being there very sexy yesterday.' It was true; I had found her being there added to the whole thing.
'Yes, but just once. We won't be doing that again. Really.' I concluded.
We had reached the bay now and Veronique killed the engine, Pascal dropped the anchor and the yacht came to a halt. I noticed Pascal had been chatting away with Clare, I wondered if he was trying to seduce her. I was sure she would resist him but a little jealousy came over me nevertheless.
We went below and got our stuff together, plus a basket of picnic things. Pascal loaded it all onto a small motor dinghy that he had lowered from the rear of the boat and we climbed in. Clare was still topless in just her bikini briefs and Veronique hadn't put anything under her very thin dress. We were packed close as it was a tiny little boat and I had Clare pressed close to my side. I felt her breasts rubbing against my arm as we bounced over the waves.
The beach we were approaching was a real dream location. Rocks on either edge, perfect white sand. Cliffs above it. A small bar area to one side and some dune area behind to the other side with palm trees providing shade. We pulled onto the beach, the women jumped out and Pascal and I pulled the dinghy up out of the water. 'It will be fine here.' he said.
'Lets go up onto the dunes a bit' said Veronique. 'It is nice to have some shade too.'
We walked up the beach, it wasn't busy but we walked past one couple, obviously regulars. He was laying on his back, nude. His skin was a light brown, with no lines at all around his slightly darker cock which lay to one side on his leg. His partner lay to one side on her side reading. Her fully blond haired pussy slightly open as her legs were splayed for balance. She too had an all-over tan with no lines around either tits or pussy.
