Part 13
Jane woke before Gary and tiptoed silently into the bathroom and relieved herself. Looking into the large mirror that dominated one wall above the hand basin she turned and admired the handiwork of her husband from the previous night. With an evil grin on her face she saw the bright red stripes that the switch had made on her rear end. "He is getting good at this," she thought to herself. She tried to count the individual lines but gave up at around twenty as some overlapped the others. She could also see that the skin was turning delightful shades of black, blue and yellow. As she ran her hands over the raised bumps on her arse she felt herself getting wet again. "What the fuck is wrong with me?" she giggled under her breath as she left the bathroom.
She made herself a coffee using the thoughtfully provided kettle and after throwing on a short skirt and T-shirt, went through the patio doors onto the brightly lit terrace. She placed the cup carefully on the small table and went back inside to get her sunglasses to help with the brightness of the morning.
Gary was still asleep. He was lying completely naked stretched out on the bed with his well-used penis nestled in his bush of curly brown pubic hair. Jane felt the urge to grab it and use it again but she resisted and exited onto the terrace whispering as she went, "Sleep good Master, you deserve your rest."
As she came out onto the terrace smiling to herself she saw an older woman on the beach looking up at her. The woman was maybe in her late fifties and was obviously white but her skin was tanned to the colour of milky coffee. She had a pretty face but was by no means a beauty. Her sun bleached blonde hair hung halfway down her back and she wore red cotton shorts and flip-flops with a blue sleeveless T-shirt.
Jane said, "Good Morning."
"Good morning, you had a good evening by the looks of it," replied the woman in heavily accented English.
"Pardon?" Jane said slightly taken a back by the woman's comment.
"When I see a woman smile that way in the morning it means she has enjoyed the night before. No?"Jane blushed deeply as the women continued,"I see you every morning with such a smile and think that this women is having a wonderful erotic time here."
"It has been fun," Jane replied in a noncommittal voice.
"I am sorry, for my frank way but I have enjoyed watching you and your husband and the young girl and that other couple."Jane was blushing deep crimson by now as the woman continued with seemingly no embarrassment over discussing a stranger's sex life,"My name is Marie and I have lived here for nearly five years. I have a long term lease on one of the sea-side cottages here in the hotel. In fact I am your neighbour. That is my bungalow," she said pointing to the nearest bungalow maybe 25 meters away.
By now Jane had regained a bit of composure and said,"I am Jane. You are not English are you?"
"No my dear, I am French."
"So you actually live here? That must be fantastic, but how come you left France?"
"When my husband died he left me a very nice pension and the life insurance was more than I could possibly spend in the few years I have left. I was getting bored with my job. It was a job for younger people. We used to come to this hotel at least once a year when he was alive so I sold up everything and did a deal with the hotels owners and flew here from Paris and I did not go back since."
"What was your job?" Jane asked becoming intigued by the woman.
"I used to work for Marc Dorcel."
"I know that name. Was he an actor or something?"
"I am sure with your high libido that you know the name," Marie stated with a soft chuckle.
Jane blushed again before Marie continued, "Marc Dorcel is the biggest maker of porn in the whole of France. I am sure you have seen at least one of his movies to, how do you say, get you in the mood."
Jane`s face went redder as she remembered the several X rated movies that she had watched with Gary and had the Marc Dorcel name in the opening credits. To hide her embarrassment she beckoned the woman to join her and asked, "Would you like a coffee? Milk, sugar?"
"Mais oui. Black please. Just like my men!" She started to giggle as only ladies of a certain age can.
Jane went back inside, and still seeing her husband snoring softly she replenished her cup and made one for Marie and took them both out on to the terrace.
"Were you a porn actress?" She asked Marie.
"Non. Non. I was a filmer."
"You mean a cameraman?"
"Oui, oui I used to film the action." Jane was fascinated by this woman as she continued her tale."I would do the close ups of the fucking," at this she made the sign of an O with the fingers of one hand and then poked one finger of the other hand through it in the universal sign of fucking.
"That sounds interesting enough. Did it not turn you on though?"
"No, it was just a job in the end. But after working eight hours a day watching people suck and fuck my husband used to get the benefit on my arrival home," she grinned sadly and went silent for a bit as she was obviously thinking about her time with her deceased husband.She then continued to speak, "The one thing it did do for me though was turn me into a terrible voyeur. I love to watch people fuck!"
"So you have been watching Gary and me?"
"Yes my dear, every little escapade that you have had since you arrived."
Marie had a big smile now as if she was replaying everything in her mind that she had witnessed this week.
"You watched everything we did? But how?"
"I have a telescope. The side window of my bungalow is in a perfect line with your bed. You were so considerate as to never close the curtains. Also, there were a few times when I stood just outside your door so I could see much better. I am sorry. It is just my little fetish. I must say that I loved it when you husband beat your arse in the nice lingerie. Lingerie is my thing you know. Dorcel has all of his women in stockings and nice lingerie in every film and I suppose I just got used to that being a necessary part of sex."
Jane somehow felt very relaxed with this woman and the way she discussed sex so openly with no trace of being ashamed about her voyeurism.
"We have had a great holiday and we seem to be so sexually free here. It is like we cannot get enough of each other, and of course others. We have never invited other people into our bed before this week, but I am sure we will do more of it from now on," Jane gabbled out with a rush.
Jane couldn't believe how open she was being with Marie. It just felt normal to discuss the intimate details of her life with this woman.
"I cannot wait to watch you fuck your man again. Gary I think his name is?"
An evil thought crossed Jane`s mind
"Gary is correct. My husband. How would you like to watch me fuck him now? Not only that you get to sit in the room as I do it!" she said excitedly.
The older woman beamed a huge smile at Jane."Oh, I would love that. With the lingerie please?"
"Of course. Your wish is my command. Give me two minutes. In fact if you want me or him to do anything in particular just tell us. It will be like you directing your own porn movie."
Marie clapped her hands together like an excited school girl as Jane entered the bedroom making sure not to wake Gary. She silently located the pink bra, panties and suspender belt set that she had used on a previous evening and grabbing up that and the smoky grey stockings she ducked into the bathroom and put them on. Coming out she also put on her black high heels that she had tossed into one corner.
She poked her head through the double doors and beckoned Marie in and pointed to the armchair in the corner. To her surprise, Marie moved the armchair nearly up to the side of the bed and settled in for the upcoming show. Jane put her finger to her lips to tell Marie to be quiet and climbed onto the bed.
