Memoirs of a Swinger Ep. 48

This is the forty-eighth episode of my unreliable memoirs, recounting encounters from the nineteen eighties. Each episode is self-contained, so you can read them without having read the previous ones.

This episode is a bit longer than I'd originally anticipated and is the first to be written from Steven's perspective in a while.

It is August 1985. Steven and Lesley have made it to Carole's villa in Provence for the remainder of their summer vacation. Their welcome, however, is turning out to be not quite what they were expecting.

I hope you enjoy it.

M4bloke

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Chapter 1

It didn't really need it. The Harley had been serviced by the dealer back in July. But I couldn't help fiddling with the bike anyway.

The oil didn't need changing yet but I checked the engine, gearbox and primary levels just to be sure. Then I gave the electrics the once over, adjusted the drive belt tension, lubricated the levers and checked the tyres for splits and cuts. Finally, I re-torqued just about every bolt I thought might need it, with a wrench I'd found in Carole's garage. I had no idea why Carole posessed a torque wrench or why her garage was so well stocked with tools for that matter, but it seemed a shame not to use them since they were there.

"Are we good to go?" Lesley asked as she walked across the villa's courtyard, carrying two cans of lager.

Donald and Mickey, Carole's two Rhodesian Ridgebacks looked up. They'd been lying in the entrance to the garage, enjoying the shade while I worked on the bike. Lesley handed me a can then bent forward to pat their heads. It gave me a great view of her body in profile, her petite figure and that gorgeous red hair of hers hanging down over her face.

"I think so," I said answering the question less than firmly. "Do you think we should be going though?"

"I do," Lesley said reassuringly. "I know you're protective of Carole, but right now she wants to be with Marcel, so we need to give them some space. You remember what we were like when we first got together?"

"True. You couldn't keep your hands off me could you?" I joked.

"I think you'll find it was the other way round," Lesley chuckled.

Our plan for the summer had been to spend the rest of August with Carole at her home in Provence. We'd wanted to be there for her after her husband, Fabien, had left her for another woman. What we hadn't counted on however was Marcel.

Carole had met Marcel in Scotland only a month or so ago when she and Lesley had gone for a weekend spa break, primarily to take Carole's mind off the break-up. Marcel was a wealthy Frenchman who owned a string of high-end car dealerships in France and he and his son Robert had been taking part in a historic car rally across Europe. By chance, they'd stopped for just one night at the same hotel Carole and Lesley had been staying at and Carole and Marcel had hit it off. After the rally had finished a week or so later, he'd flown back to London to see her again.

Marcel lived not far away from Carole, in Fréjus and, when August came and everyone in France took their holidays, it gave them the perfect opportunity to spend some time getting to know each other. Since we'd arrived at Carole's villa three days ago, she and Marcel had been inseparable though. It was like watching two teenagers, which was particularly frustrating for me as I'd been looking forward to fucking Carole.

Lesley was right, they needed some space and to remedy this, she suggested we buy a tent and some sleeping bags and go on a road trip. It was something we'd planned on doing the summer we'd first met, but our lives had ended up on a different trajectory.

In truth, Lesley had another reason for wanting to get away. While we'd been in Germany at the weekend, Suzy had given Lesley some post from our house in Wimbledon. A few days later, when Lesley got round to opening it, there'd been a letter from Jason Hennessy, who we'd met in New York at a party. He'd written to say he would be in Florence in a week's time, representing his family, who were lending a painting by Caravaggio to an exhibition at the Uffizi gallery. Jason had suggested that Lesley might like to join him. I was invited too but that was more out of politeness than anything.

"I'd like to see him, but if you don't want me to, I won't," Lesley had offered.

I knew Jason had had an impact on Lesley. I also knew he didn't threaten what we had, so it wasn't difficult to say yes to the trip.

"If you want to see Jason then you should," I'd told her. "We can do a bit of the Alps on the way, then drop down to Florence."

"Sounds perfect," Lesley agreed.

Chapter 2

If you wanted camping gear at a good price in France then you went to a Decathlon store. They were like supermarkets for every outdoor pursuit you could think of. Lesley and I bought a small tent, a couple of two season sleeping bags that zipped together and camping mats to put between us and the ground. We planned on eating out rather than cooking but we still bought a small gas stove, a pan to boil water, two enamel mugs, two plates and some cutlery. As we carried it out of the store I was beginning to wonder how it was all going to fit on the bike.

On the Wednesday evening, Carole and Marcel did a barbecue for us before we set off in the morning. It was a relaxed affair and the conversation flowed easily, even though Carole and Marcel still carried on like teenagers. Despite him being the reason for my lack of sex with Carole, I quite liked Marcel though. They seemed to be a good match for each other. Both similar ages and both with similar wealth. I think it had been one of the reasons Carole's relationship with Fabien had failed. Fabien couldn't cope with Carole being the successful one.

A little later in the evening while Lesley and Carole were deep in conversation about something, Marcel guided me out onto the patio on the pretext of smoking a cigar.

"I know how highly Carole thinks of you," he began after we'd lit our smokes. "And I'm sorry I've monopolised her since you got here."

I wasn't sure where this was going but responded as honestly as I could.

"Carole's been a good friend. I just want the best for her. We both do," I told him, adding, "The two of you seem to be getting on well."

"We are," he agreed, then hesitated before continuing, "We've been honest with each other about our past lives too."

I nodded non-committedly.

"I just wanted you to know that I'm fine with Carole's lifestyle." Marcel said slightly enigmatically, "I don't want to change her. I'd just like to find a way to be a part of her life, if I can."

Donald came over and plonked himself down on our feet. We both reached down to stroke him.

"He likes you," I said to Marcel.

"Poor judge of character," Marcel laughed.

"Dogs rarely are in my experience," I told him.

"Perhaps you're right," he replied. "Anyway, when you and Lesley come back I promise to give Carole some space. Besides her friends will be here and I don't want to encroach on her time with them."

Marcel was right. When we got back from our road trip, Carole's villa was certainly going to be busy, Daniel and Kate would be there, as would Paul and Astrid Walmsley, Buster and Skye, and Suzy and Uwe too. Even Jemima was coming, when she got back from seeing Miles. Then there were the locals, Sophie and Pierre, Emma and Claude and Roland and Marion who would be visiting from time to time. It promised to be quite a week.

"If you want to be a part of Carole's life then I think you need to be there," I told Marcel.

"I thought it might be a bit too soon. I don't want to make things uncomfortable for her."

"Has she told you she doesn't want you there?"

"No."

"Has she said she'd like you there?"

"I guess she has."

"Then I think you should."

"Thanks," Marcel said. "You know, in the short time I've known her I've learned there are two people whose approval means everything to Carole. Yours and Daniel's."

"We both just want the best for her," I told him. "I don't know what the future holds for the two of you any more than I know what it holds for the rest of us. But, so long as you make Carole happy and you treat her with respect then you'll have my approval and Daniel's too."

"Thank you, Steven."

Chapter 3

The following morning the four of us had breakfast, then Lesley and I put on our riding gear and got ready to depart.

"Thank you for talking to Marcel last night," Carole whispered into my ear as we hugged goodbye.

"Have fun without us," I told her.

Lesley and Carole hugged as I shook Marcel's hand and I saw the two of them whispering to each other too. Then, after giving Donald and Mickey a final petting, we mounted the Harley and rode out of Carole's villa and onto the main road. We were off on our adventure.

The plan was simple. Three nights camping then two nights in a hotel in Florence, followed by a leisurely ride back to Aix-en-Provence.

We had a couple of Michelin maps as our guide and a rough idea of where we were headed. But, other than the hotel in Florence, which had cost a small fortune, we had nothing else booked.

We took the main road almost all the way to the lac de Serre Poncon where we stopped for a late lunch. It was blisteringly hot and we ate inside the restaurant, glad of the shade. Lesley looked a bit worse for wear in the heat and I made sure she drank plenty of water before we set off again.

Although our intended destination of Aussois, in the Vanoise region of France, was only eighty or so miles further, it took us the best part of two and a half hours to get there and then another half hour to find the campsite. It was already seven o'clock, both of us were tired and a bit dehydrated and neither was looking forward to setting up our tent. Then Lesley noticed a sign at the campsite office advertising 'Cabins' for rent. In her best French she enquired if any were available. It was twenty francs to camp or two hundred for a cabin. We paid the two hundred willingly.

Our cabin was shaped like miniature chalet. It didn't have any toilet or washing facilities, (you had to use the communal ones in the shower block) and you had to use your own bedding. But it did have lights, an electric heater, as well as two chairs and a table and, most importantly, a comfortable bed. Outside was a small deck where you could sit and admire the view across the valley. It was tempting to do this but we were both hungry and in need of a drink.

Fortunately, the village of Aussois was only a few hundred yards back down the road and it had a bar and a couple of restaurants that made their money from hikers in the summer and skiers in the winter. Eight o'clock was still early for the French to be eating, so we got a table easily. We'd thought about changing before venturing out but, as we both had jeans and tee shirts on, we just stayed in the clothes we'd ridden in.

Lesley ordered tartiflette and a salad, while I opted for a steak. The tartiflette, made from potato, bacon and reblochon cheese, was a speciality of the region and Lesley was always adventurous when it came to trying out new food. We were both happy with our meals but, to be honest I was glad I went for the steak.

"I needed that," Lesley admitted after she'd finished the tartiflette and her first beer.

"Are you feeling better now?" I asked.

"Much," she said reassuringly, before adding, "And I'll feel even better after another beer."

I took hold of her hand and held it.

"I love you," I told her.

"I love you more," she responded cheekily.

"We'll have to disagree on that," I chuckled.

We had another beer and then another and, after persuading the restaurant to sell us a bottle of wine to take out, we paid up then set off back to the campsite. It was getting really cold now and even though it was the height of summer the altitude was having a big effect on the temperature. The summer sleeping bags we'd bought weren't up to a night in a tent in these temperatures for sure.

When we got back to the campsite we removed the sleeping bags from the bike along with the enamel mugs and a bottle opener. Once inside the cabin, I unwrapped the bags and zipped the two of them together. They felt cold to the touch, so I turned the heater on to warm everything up.

Lesley got to work on the wine, uncorking the bottle then pouring a generous measure into both mugs.

"Let's go look at the stars," she said.

"It's freezing out there," I told her.

"Just a quick look," she pleaded.

We put on our bike jackets then went outside and stood on the deck. The sky was amazing. With so little light pollution you could see what seemed like the whole of the Milky Way laid out before you.

"It makes everything feel so insignificant, doesn't it?" Lesley said looking up. "Knowing that, whatever we do in this life, it won't change a thing in the cosmic scale of things."

"That's very profound," I responded.

"It doesn't mean we shouldn't try," she clarified. "It's just a reminder that, however important we think we are, we're not really that important at all."

"How much have you had to drink?"

"Probably a little too much," she giggled before swigging down the rest of the wine in her mug.

The heater had done its job and, when we went back inside, the cabin was feeling much warmer. So we both stripped off then climbed into the double sleeping bag. The inside of the bag was still cold though and we snuggled together for warmth, kissing as we did. As the two of us began to get more amorous I couldn't help getting an erection which made its presence known, pressing up against Lesley's thighs. She reached down and took hold of it, stroking me as we kissed until I was so hard I was desperate for more. I reached down and felt her silky-smooth pubic mound then pushed a finger inside her. I don't think I'd ever known an occasion that Lesley hadn't been ready for sex and this evening was no exception.

"Lie on your back," I told her.

Lesley lay back and I climbed onto her. Using a hand to guide my very erect cock into her, I pressed half-way in then pulled out for a moment before pushing back inside again. The second time I went all the way, leaving my cock deep inside her and savouring the moment. Lesley sighed in encouragement.

"You know, of all the people in all the worlds in all the galaxies, you're the one I want to spend to my insignificant life with," she told me.

It was the alcohol talking of course, but it sounded genuine all the same.

"Make love to me, Steven," she pleaded.

Kissing passionately we began to fuck, slowly at first, then more vigorously as her juices lubricated my passage more freely. Lesley ground her pelvis against mine, willing herself on until I felt her grip my shoulders with both arms then wrap her legs around mine. She held on so tightly that I had to pump her with short strokes, each time trying to penetrate her as deeply as I could.

When she stopped kissing me I knew her orgasm couldn't be far off. I fucked her as hard as I could and soon she was clawing at my back, moaning in anguish. As we fucked, she reached down between her legs and held the base of my cock between her thumb and forefinger.

"Cum for me, Steven," she whispered.

I don't know how much longer I would have lasted anyway but Lesley knew what buttons to push and soon I was emptying myself into her just as she reached her own climax. She had timed it to perfection.

I stayed on top, leaving my cock inside her for as long as I could, but eventually it went limp and popped out of her pussy

"I love you," she whispered.

"I love you more," I told her

Chapter 4

In the morning, I left Lesley sleeping and walked into Aussois. Every village in France, no matter how small, seemed to have a boulangerie back then, baking fresh bread every morning. I bought a baguette and four croissants then went back to the cabin and boiled some water on the deck for a coffee.

"It's the best I could do," I told Lesley offering her a mug of instant coffee and a croissant.

Lesley accepted the offering with a sweet smile and eagerly took a mouthful of croissant then a gulp of coffee.

"Delicious," she pronounced.

We tucked into our makeshift breakfast then showered before re-packing the bike and heading off on our ascent of the Col du Mont Cenis. Although the sun was shining brightly, the morning air was biting and we had to wrap up against the cold. As we descended the other side, we crossed into Italy. The guards at the border post waving us through disinterestedly when they saw us.

After that it was a long dash through Italy, skirting by Milan, then turning off and following the eastern shore of lake Como. Lesley wanted to stop off at the pretty town of Bellagio on the shores of the lake. Apparently it had been a mecca for poets and writers, including Mary Shelley who was supposed to have conceived the story of Frankenstein while staying there. I'm not sure if that was a recommendation for the place but I was interested to learn that Henry Fox Talbot, one of the fathers of photography had also holidayed there. The story went that, having been frustrated at not being able to paint as well as his wife, he'd invented photography instead.

We followed the lake to its northern end then had a choice. We could take the easy route or the longer, more difficult one, into Switzerland.

"I know you want to do the longer one," Lesley told me, "so let's do it."

It didn't disappoint, beginning in a long valley which, after an hour or so, turned left and into Switzerland. There was more formality at the border crossing this time and our passports were checked and stamped before we were allowed to continue. From there it was upwards and into the mountains. The views from the road were spectacular, and the pass wound between high peaks until reaching a plateau at the top.

As we descended from the plateau I spotted a small lake not far from the road, reachable by a farmer's track. I took the track and parked the bike almost at the water's edge.

"Race you into the water?" I challenged.

"It's going to be freezing," Lesley replied.

"Well, if you're scared, you can wait by the bike while I go in."

Lesley couldn't resist a challenge and she immediately started tearing her clothes off. I did the same and soon the two of us were naked. We both hesitated before entering the water and so I offered her my hand and we ran in together.

I would never have guessed that water could be so cold without turning into ice. We went in up to our necks then turned round and ran out as fast as we'd gone in. I pulled out the towels we'd packed from the bike and handed one to Lesley who dried herself frantically while I did the same. When she'd finished her pale skin was glowing and her nipples were like bullets.

"Let me photograph you against the bike," I asked.

"Ok," she giggled.

I loaded a roll of film into the camera then posed her against the bike. I tried to get her to look sultry but she kept laughing and so what I got was that cheeky smile of hers instead. When we were finished I gave her a hug and as I did, my erection came out to play again.

"Hmmm, what have we got here?" Lesley asked reaching down and wanking my cock.

"I can't help it," I chuckled.

"Well we'd better see what we can do about it then."

Lesley got down on her knees and with her hands cupping my balls began to suck me off. It felt great, although I felt a bit exposed standing by the lake. In the distance you could just about make out cars driving on the mountain pass we'd just ridden. Then, suddenly, from not far away we could hear the sound of conversation.

"Quick put some clothes," on I told her.

We scrabbled to put on jeans and a tee shirt, having no time to bother with our underwear. We only just managed to make ourselves decent before a group of hikers appeared from further down the track. We tried to greet them nonchalantly as they walked past but we must have looked very suspicious.

"I guess I'll have to finish that off later," Lesley chuckled as she felt for the still semi-erect cock in my jeans.

We got dressed properly then set off on the bike once again, heading for our final destination, St Moritz. We passed the campsite on the outskirts of the town but decided to investigate the town for places to eat first. St Moritz was an up market Swiss ski resort and a lot like Megeve, which we'd visited when we stayed in Annecy. But if anything it was even more posh. Parking up, we got off the bike to stretch our legs and enjoy the warm afternoon sun

"You know, we're quite high up in the mountains here, it's going to be cold in the tent tonight," I told Lesley.

"Those sleeping bags really aren't up to it," she agreed, sensing which way the conversation was going.

"I suppose we could always find a hotel," I said, putting my hands on her waist and moving closer.

"I suppose we could," she giggled. "We can always lie and tell people we went camping."

"It's not that we're weak or spoilt," I added. "It's just that we've not got the right equipment."

"Of course," she giggled.

"Good that's settled then," I confirmed. "Let's go see if there's room at the inn anywhere, because I really don't want to freeze my rocks off in a fucking tent tonight."

We found a mid-priced hotel not far from the centre, with off street parking for the bike. I couldn't justify staying at one of the high-priced hotels, even though I guess we could have afforded it. It was nice to have a room with a bed and proper sheets and, after a shower and a change of clothes, we went in search of food.

If you wanted a Dior dress or a Chanel handbag, St Moritz was the place to come to. The restaurants in the centre of town seemed a bit on the posh side too, especially for the way we were dressed.

Towards the end of the main street we did find a restaurant selling posh pizza however. It was one of those places where they cooked it in a big stone oven.

"We could eat here," Lesley suggested.

As much as I liked pizza, it didn't seem fair to force it on Lesley, whose tastebuds were more refined than my own.

"We don't have to,"I told her, "we can go a bit more up market."

"No. You've been doing all the work so far. I want you to enjoy tonight," she told me.

"Thank you."

Then, drawing me closer, she added,

"And after you've finished your pizza we're going to go back to the hotel and I'm going to finish what I started at the lake."

Chapter 5

On Saturday morning, after a good night's sleep in a comfortable bed, it was nice to go down to the hotel restaurant for breakfast. I could never resist a 'Full-English' when it was on offer.

Afterwards, we loaded the bike up with the few possessions we'd taken off the night before and headed out of town. St. Moritz had been nice but I didn't really feel like I belonged there. All that conspicuous wealth. I kept my thoughts to myself though, as I knew Lesley didn't share my concerns. She'd slipped into our privileged lifestyle without any qualms, whereas I still had trouble accepting that I had more money than most people my age. Don't get me wrong though, I didn't want to go back to being a poor student. I just felt a bit guilty about what I had.

We had a relatively easy day's riding ahead of us to make our destination of Lake Garda, in Italy, by late afternoon. Of the three days we'd planned to camp, this was probably the most favourable for it, as we'd be leaving the mountains and losing altitude, making the nights much warmer.

We were quickly back in Italy, but managed a couple more high passes before leaving the Alps behind us. As we did, it began to feel much warmer. So much so that we had to stop twice to take off layers of clothing. If it hadn't been setting a bad example to Lesley, I could have easily ridden in jeans and a tee shirt, but as they say, 'Dress for the slide, not the ride'.

At lunchtime we found a little restaurant and ate at a table in the shade. I had a beer while Lesley opted for a soft drink. We didn't have much to eat but shared a few plates of food which were really only starters. My favourite was a plate of sliced buffalo mozzarella and beef tomatoes, drizzled with olive oil, closely followed in the flavour stakes by the carpaccio of beef. The food was delicious and I couldn't help contrasting it with the burger and chips I would have had at home.

After lunch we found some beautiful little roads to ride as we cut our way cross-country to a campsite we'd seen marked on the map. The afternoon sun was at its strongest now and you could feel the heat in the air as you breathed in.

As we came around a bend in the road we saw a motorbike with British plates, parked in a layby at the side of the road. The couple whose bike it must have been were standing next to it looking perplexed. We pulled over and Lesley and I got off the Harley.

"Hi. Are you ok?" I asked as we took our helmets off and walked over to them.

The two bikers were probably around the same age as we were, both still in their leather jackets with denim cuts over the top that were festooned with badges and patches from rallies they'd attended. They must have been boiling in the scorching heat. The guy had almost shoulder length dark hair. A bit like mine had been when I'd been at University. The girl was a blonde.

"Not really," the young man said with more than a hint of a Birmingham accent. "We've got a flat."

Under all their luggage and camping gear you could just about make out a motorbike, a Honda CB750, and its rear tyre was a flat as a pancake. The bike had wire wheels though which meant the tyres needed inner tubes. So all wasn't lost.

"Have you got a spare tube or a repair kit?" I asked.

"No," the guy admitted guiltily. "We were a bit short on space and well..."

The Harley also had wire wheels and, while I didn't carry a spare inner tube, I did have a repair kit.

"I've got a repair kit. You're welcome to use it," I told him.

"Oh man, that would be so good," the guy replied with obvious relief.

"I'll go get it."

"You wouldn't have any water would you?" the girl asked, speaking for the first time. Her accent was also Birmingham, but not quite as pronounced as his.

"Sure."

We always carried a bottle of water on the bike, even in England, it was easy to get dehydrated when out riding.

But as I walked back to the bike, Lesley shouted to me.

"Quick Steven, she's fainting."

I turned round to see that the girl had collapsed onto her knees. Fortunately, moments before she fell flat on her face, Lesley caught her. I retrieved the bottle of water from a pannier then rushed back to help, but Lesley's Blackfinch training had already kicked in.

"Let's lie her on the ground. You can cradle her head," Lesley told the guy. "Steven, lift her legs up high. It's important to get the blood flowing back to the brain."

"Sure."

What's her name?" Lesley asked as she unzipped the girl's jacket.

"Flick, err Felicity," the guy replied.

"And yours?"

"Andy."

"Felicity, can you hear me?" Lesley asked as she bent down beside her.

At first there was no response and so Lesley half patted, half slapped Felicity's face until she gave a little moan.

"Felicity, Flick, my name is Lesley and I need you to talk to me. What's your husband's name?"

"Dick-head," Felicity murmured.

"It's what she calls me in private," Andy felt the need to explain.

"That's good. Can you open your eyes for me Flick. Can you do that?"

Felicity opened her eyes but her face was still pretty expressionless.

"How many fingers am I holding up?"

"Three."

"Well done. Now we're going to sit you up so you can drink some water. Do you think you can manage that?"

Felicity mumbled her acknowledgement and I lowered her legs while Lesley and Andy got her into a seated position on the ground. Lesley offered the bottle of water to Felicity's lips

"Drink," she ordered.

Felicity took a small sip, then a longer one.

"I'm so sorry," she said, regaining her lucidity more rapidly now.

"There's nothing to be sorry about," Lesley reassured her. "You're probably just a bit dehydrated."

"You certainly had me worried, babe," Andy told her.

"We need to get her into the shade," Lesley suggested.

However there was absolutely no shade to be seen.

"There was a restaurant about a mile back," I remembered. "I don't think it's a good idea to take her on the bike though. I could ride back and see if anyone there has a car who'd be willing to come and get her."

"It's not ideal but we don't have much choice," Lesley agreed.

I got back on the bike and tore off up the road. It was mid-afternoon and when I got there the restaurant wasn't busy. I managed to convey the urgency to the owner and incentivised him with a few thousand Italian lira. It sounds a lot but back then you got three thousand to the pound. He followed me in his car and, by the time we got back, Felicity was looking a little better. She and Lesley got a lift to the restaurant with the owner, leaving me and Andy behind.

"Shall we get to work on that tyre?" I asked.

"Yeah, sure," he replied a bit dazed, then added. "Thanks man I don't know what we would have done if you and your missus hadn't come along."

"No worries. Glad we could help."

"Is your missus a nurse? She seemed to know what she was doing."

"No," I laughed. "She just likes bossing people around."

Andy knew his way around a bike and didn't need my help getting the rear wheel out. There was a small nail in the tyre but fortunately the inner tube had been punctured cleanly, which meant it could be repaired. Andy soon had the tyre off the rim and the tube out. We repaired it, let the glue set then reinflated the tyre with the CO2 cartridges in my repair kit. It's always a messy job getting the chain back on the rear sprocket but, with that done and the axle tightened, Andy was good to go again.

It was the best part of an hour before we got back to the restaurant. The girls were sitting in the shade drinking and when they saw us arrive they got up to greet us. Felicity gave her man a big hug and then the two of them had a full-on kiss. When Lesley noticed this, I got the same. Then afterwards Felicity gave me a hug.

"Thank you," she told me.

As she hugged me, I couldn't help feeling Felicity's breasts pressing against me. She'd taken her jacket off now and was wearing a tee shirt that struggled to contain them.

"It was Lesley who did everything," I told her. "I just follow orders."

"Thank you all the same."

"I think we all deserve a beer," Lesley declared.

"Do you think I should have one," Felicity asked Lesley, deferentially.

"It's been over an hour since you fainted. You've drunk loads of water since, and had something to eat too, so I think one beer should be fine. You boys go wash your hands, we'll get the beers in."

Andy and I left the girls to find the owner of the bar while we went to the bathroom to scrub our hands clean. It had been thirsty work repairing the tyre in the heat and I was ready for a beer. As we got back to the table the owner was serving up two large beers and two smaller ones.

"We thought you boys would like a large one," Lesley said.

"You're not wrong there," Andy replied for both of us, finally taking off his leather jacket to reveal a Black Sabbath tee shirt underneath.

"Andy and Flick have ridden all the way from Birmingham," Lesley explained.

"Where are you headed?" I asked.

"Nowhere in particular," Andy laughed. "We've got two weeks holiday so we're just making the most of it."

"We've been in the Alps the last two nights," Felicity, explained. "It's been so cold in the tent at night."

It was at that point that we had to admit that we'd been in the Alps too but had wimped out of camping, which made them laugh.

"But tonight we're going to do it. Aren't we, Steven?" Lesley insisted

"I guess so," I replied, less enthusiastically.

It wouldn't have taken much to persuade me to stay in a hotel, but we'd bought the tent so it seemed a shame not to use it at least once.

"We could camp together," Felicity suggested. "If you fancy it, that is. If you want to be alone we'd understand."

"No we'd love to, wouldn't we Steven?" Lesley replied for us.

"Sounds great, but be warned. Don't pitch your tent too close, Lesley snores," I joked.

"I do not," Lesley shrieked, leaning over and thumping my arm.

Chapter 6

There were no shortage of campsites along the lakeshore. The problem was that they were for families or older couples with motor homes and didn't welcome bikers. In any case, it being high season, most were full.

Eventually we found a site with spaces on a less busy section of the lake. It seemed to cater to a younger crowd, most appeared to be windsurfers. Amenities at the site were basic. There were showers and toilets but that was about it. What it did have however was a bar and something called a 'Trattoria', which I found out was the Italian word used to describe something less formal than a restaurant.

Having dumped everything from the bikes onto our adjacent pitches, Andy suggested making a beer run.

"Go on," Lesley told me, "We'll put the tents up."

"Are you sure?" I asked.

"How hard can it be. It's just a few poles and some ropes," she replied.

It was true. Tents were simpler things back then.

Andy and I blasted off on our bikes, along the road that circled the lake until we found a supermarket. We took a basket each and headed for the drinks section. I got some beers, a bottle of whisky, some Bacardi for Lesley, Coca Cola and a few bottles of water. Andy stocked up on beers and water. I picked up a few snacks too then began to make my way to the cashier.

"What are you going to eat tonight?" Andy asked.

"I thought we'd eat at that trattoria."

"Ah, ok," he replied. "I think that might be a bit out of our price range. We're on a budget so I'll pick up a few things here to cook back at the site."

It hadn't occurred to me that money might be tight for the two of them and I kicked myself for being a bit insensitive.

"Would it be ok if we paid for your meal?" I asked.

Andy wasn't sure.

"If it helps. Lesley and I can afford it," I reassured him. "And it would be nice to have the company."

"If you're sure."

"It's no problem, really."

As we left the supermarket I saw a tobacconist next door and had a hankering for a cigar. We went inside and saw row upon row of cigarettes behind the counter.

"Do you smoke?" I asked.

"I could murder a Marlborough," Andy admitted.

We left with five small Cuban cigars for me and a packet of Marlborough for Andy, then sat by the bikes, cracked open a beer each and had a smoke.

"So what do you do for work?" Andy asked.

I thought about lying, but I didn't like doing that.

"I work in London, for a firm in the city," I told him.

"Pay well?" he asked.

"Pretty well," I admitted. "How about you?"

"I work on the assembly line at Austin Rover, in Longbridge. Flick's a secretary there."

Back in the 80s Austin Rover made cars and had a huge factory on the southern edge of Birmingham. In its heyday it had been massive, but now it was in decline, like the rest of Britain's manufacturing industry.

"They're shit jobs but it's a wage," he added matter-of-factly. "Flick and I just live for the weekends really."

"In what way?" I asked.

"The four B's," he laughed. "Bikes, Birds, Booze and Bands. In the season we're at a rally or a festival most weekends. I ride with a motorcycle club from Longbridge, 'The Jolly Fitters MCC'. We're just out for a good time, not into all that club politics."

In a way I envied Andy the simplicity of his lifestyle, even though I knew it wasn't for me.

"So what are you doing camping in a tent with us when you could be staying in a swanky hotel enjoying that hot wife of yours?" Andy asked, cheekily.

"It was Lesley's idea," I told him. "When we first met I was a poor student. Somebody lent me a motorbike and the two of us planned to take off for a couple of weeks in the summer, to do pretty much what you and Flick are doing now. But we didn't get to do it."

"Why not?"

"That's a very long story," I chuckled.

"So you thought you'd do it now," Andy continued.

"We've come from Annecy and we have to be in Florence tomorrow. It was Lesley's idea to turn it into a bit of a road trip. She didn't have much of a childhood you see. Missed out on a lot of the stuff you get to do when you're young. You know, those rights of passage kind of things."

"Like camping?"

"Sort of. She went away without me a couple of weeks ago and got off with a stranger in a nightclub for the first time. Stuff we all did when we were kids. Then she sat drinking in the park with a group of friends until four a. m. and ended up having sex."

"And you're ok with this?"

"We both do it," I said. "It's just usually a bit more refined, I guess."

"There's a lot of swapping goes on at bike rallies," Andy admitted. "I'd be lying if we said we didn't join in."

"Felicity's got a great rack by the way," I laughed.

"And Lesley's got such a tight little arse," Andy chuckled, returning the compliment.

Chapter 7

When we got back to the campsite the tents were up. They'd been arranged so that their openings faced each other with a communal space in-between. There was no sign of the girls however so we dumped our jackets and helmets and were about to go looking for them when they appeared in their swimming costumes. Lesley had on the shiny black one-piece Speedo that she knew I loved, while Felicity had on a cheap bikini, the bra of which had its work cut out supporting her breasts.

"We wondered where you'd got to," Lesley told us. "So after we'd put the tents up we went for a swim to cool down."

"Then these two Dutch windsurfers in a campervan offered us a beer. So we were chatting with them until we heard your bikes," Felicity added.

"I wonder why they offered you a beer?" Andy asked ironically, sweeping Felicity up in his arms.

"I think it was because they wanted to fuck us," Felicity giggled.

Felicity threw her arms around Andy's neck and gave him a full-on kiss. Lesley, hating to be outdone when it came to affection, did the same to me, pressing her still damp body up against me. It was around six o'clock now and although still very warm, the temperature was finally beginning to drop.

"We should get a shower," Lesley suggested, "then it'll almost be time to eat."

I'd hoped we might be able to shower together but it appeared that campsite protocol demanded only one person per cubicle. We decided to change into our clean jeans and fresh tee shirts in the cubicle, rather than try to do it in a tent you couldn't actually stand up in. Then we headed back. Andy and Felicity must have decided to go for a shower too, because they were nowhere to be seen. So we sat and had a beer while we waited for them.

"What do you think of Flick?" Lesley asked.

"She's got a nice personality but looks-wise she's a bit of a donkey," I replied.

"You're not serious!"

"Of course not. She's got a fantastic pair of tits," I said, laughing.

"Boys always like breasts," Lesley reflected with mock sadness.

"Andy thinks you've got a great arse," I told her. "I do too."

"So you've been discussing me?"

"We might have been."

"Well I shall have to remember to wiggle it for him then."

When Andy and Felicity returned we made our way to the trattoria, which was already fairly busy, but then it was a Saturday in August. Most of the seating was outside, which was fine as the weather was so warm. When a waiter came over, he took our drinks order and handed us a menu each. I'd thought it was going to be pizzas and the like but the choice was pretty much what I'd have expected from a proper restaurant.

Andy must have told Felicity about my offer to buy dinner because she made a point of thanking me before ordering.

"It's alright," Lesley reassured her. "Steven can afford it."

"And with you here, it means that I don't have to listen to Lesley talking all evening," I joked.

Lesley gave me a punch in the ribs for that, which I guess I deserved.

Over dinner the conversation flowed easily. We told Andy and Felicity about riding in America, which they were both really interested in, and they told us about the bands they'd seen at gigs and festivals over the years. They'd seen so many of the bands whose music I liked; Thin Lizzy, Black Sabbath, AC/DC, Magnum, to name just a few. I must admit I was a bit jealous. I'd never seen any of them live.

After the main course we had to have an ice cream for desert, which came with a complimentary liqueur. We weren't disappointed. Then we made our way back to the tents. It was about ten o'clock now but the campsite was still lively, with people hanging outside their tents and campervans talking.

Andy produced a woollen rug from their tent, which he and Felicity used to sleep on, and laid it out on the ground for the four of us. Lesley wasn't drunk but I could see she was definitely a bit tipsy. It was easy to tell as she couldn't help getting a bit amorous with me. We cracked open the whisky, nobody wanted Bacardi it seemed, and poured generous measures into our camping mugs. Then, Andy produced his packet of Marlborough and handed one to Felicity who lit hers up immediately.

"Smoke?" he asked Lesley and me.

Lesley looked at me with a slightly guilty expression.

"I'm going to have a cigar I told her, so if you want one, go for it," I told her. "Besides, Daniel told me you were smoking like a chimney when you went to Chamonix the other week."

"Can't a girl have any secrets," Lesley responded with mock indignation. "I'll have to have a word with Daniel. Nobody like a snitch."

"Who's Daniel?" Felicity asked innocently.

Lesley leaned over and whispered something into Felicity's ear, making her laugh.

"Lesley, I'm shocked," Felicity shrieked.

"Spill the beans," Andy chuckled.

Felicity looked at Lesley who nodded her permission.

"Daniel, apparently, is Lesley's very wealthy boyfriend," Felicity said in a scandalous tone. "He takes her away to exotic places and spoils her rotten."

"It's true," Lesley admitted. "But in my defence I will say that Stephen fucked his wife first."

"I did," I agreed enthusiastically.

"Well I never," Felicity chuckled. "Scandalous."

"From what I hear, we're not the only ones up to no good though," I suggested. "Andy told me about what you get up to at bike rallies."

"Which bit?" she asked looking at Andy. "The wet tee-shirt or the tent swapping?"

"Why don't you tell us about both?".

Andy took a cigarette himself, lit it, then passed the packet to Lesley who lit hers with practised skill. She took a long drag on it, before exhaling. I'd never seen her smoke before. I had to admit she looked quite sexy. She saw me looking at her and gave me a secret cheeky grin. I lit one of my cigars and waited for Felicity to begin her story.

"Well, most of the rallies we go to have a wet tee-shirt competition on the Saturday night. Some of them are pretty tame, you know, a guy pours cold water over you and you wiggle your chest for the boys. Some get a bit raunchier and the girls end up taking their tee-shirts off and parading for the guys. And then, occasionally, things get very raunchy."

"How raunchy?" Lesley asked excitedly.

"Naked, on your knees, sucking the judges off. That sort of thing."

"Seriously," Lesley said, shocked.

"Yep," Felicity replied smugly.

"You're ok with this?" I asked Andy.

"Oh yeah," he said.

"Andy likes me doing it, don't you" Felicity confirmed. "Mainly because, if your girlfriend enters the competition, you automatically get to be a judge. Basically, Andy's fine with me doing what I want as long as he can play too."

Felicity had just about summed up most guys' attitudes to their wives swinging I guess.

"Oh yes!" Andy confirmed, smiling broadly.

"And the tent swapping?" Lesley asked.

"You know that thing swingers do with car keys in a bowl?" Felicity said.

"Well, we do it with bike keys in a helmet," Andy finished the sentence for her.

"It's exciting," Felicity explained. "You never know who you're going to end up with."

"What if you end up with an ugly guy?" Lesley asked.

"Well, you can't back out. It's a matter of honour," Felicity replied. "But anyway, it's only a fuck and some of the ugly guys try really hard to make up for it."

"You'd be ok then, Steven," Lesley chuckled.

"I love you too," I told her.

Lesley got up and disappeared into our tent, her backside stuck out of its entrance as she retrieved her helmet then, standing up in front of us, she asked,

"Bike keys, please."

Andy and I stuck our hands in our pockets for the keys to our bikes and dropped them into the helmet which Lesley then offered to Felicity. Felicity gave Andy a glance, just in case, then put her hand into the helmet and pulled out the keys to the Harley.

"Sorry, but you've got Steven," Lesley joked.

"Are you guys sure about this?" Felicity asked.

"I am," Lesley replied.

"Me too," I added. "Andy, what about you?"

"I'm fine with it," he grinned.

"Ok then," Felicity agreed, sitting down next to me. "But I'm gonna need another drink first."

I refilled everyone's mugs with whisky, catching Lesley's eye as I did. She looked excited. I hoped this was the sort of experience she'd been looking for on our road trip.

Felicity took a long swig from her mug then placed it on the ground and leaned across to kiss me. She rested her hand on my hip and I tugged at the hem of her tee-shirt until it came free from her jeans. Then I slipped my hand underneath and touched her bare skin. She giggled into my mouth, which only spurred me on to try for a feel of those fantastic breasts of hers.

When I did, Felicity broke free from our embrace however. I was worried that I'd made some mistake or gone a bit too fast. But, seeing where I was going, she just pulled the tee-shirt off over her head then reached behind and took off her bra. It was a bold move. Our tents gave us some protection from being viewed by other campers, but we weren't completely hidden. Still, I guess, if you'd sucked a guy off on-stage in front of a crowd of bikers then this probably didn't seem all that risky.

"Flick likes her tits played with," Andy added helpfully when he saw what was happening.

"I'll do my best," I chuckled turning to see how Andy and Lesley were getting on.

Lesley had undone Andy's jeans and already had a hand inside them, gently wanking his cock. Her own jeans were also undone and Andy had managed to prise them down a bit, for better access to her pussy.

Pushing Felicity down onto her back I took hold of both of her breasts, squeezing the nipples between my thumb and forefinger, teasing them until they became erect. Then I lowered my head and took turns sucking on them. I felt her undoing my belt then unbuttoning my jeans and reaching in to feel for my cock. I was already semi erect and a few strokes was all it took to get me hard.

Slightly reluctantly, but not wanting to appear obsessed, I stopped sucking on Felicity's breasts and we kissed some more. I undid her jeans as she continued to wank me then pushed my hand down into her panties. She had a thick pubic bush, which I ran my fingers through it until I reached the folds of her labia. Frustratingly though her lips were too dry to penetrate. The last thing I wanted to do was push too hard and hurt her, so I withdrew my hand, licked a finger and, leaving as much saliva on it as I could, tried again. This time it was like pushing into a ripe peach. Her flesh parted and everything was moist and juicy inside.

I heard Andy moan and, when I looked round, I saw that Lesley had pulled his jeans around his knees and was sucking on his cock. He had his hand on the back of her head urging her to take more of him in. Unfortunately I hadn't been the only one watching. We heard a wolf whistle from the path that ran alongside the tents and a couple of foreign voices laughing. Lesley looked up with an expression on her face that was a mixture of guilt and mischievousness.

"We should probably take this inside the tent," Andy suggested, adding "before we get kicked off the site."

Lesley followed him into the tent, giving me a quick smile before she disappeared inside. I looked at Felicity and, together, we crawled into the other tent

If you've ever had sex in an 80's, proofed cotton, two-person, ridge tent then you'll know there's not much room. It's easy to see why modern geodesic tents with lightweight skins replaced them. The first barrier to sex is getting your kit off. The sloping sides of the tent make it impossible for two people to sit upright and undress at the same time. So you both have to lie down and tug at your clothes until they break free.

Once naked, things get easier though. The high point of the tent is along its centre line and so, if one person lies along this, then the other can mount them. Felicity told me to lie down then straddled me, letting her now well-lubricated pussy glide all the way down my shaft until I was fully inside her. She bent forward and rested her hands on my chest then began to ride me. Her breasts dangled freely in front of me and, with every stroke, she rubbed her clitoris against my pubic bone. As she did, I couldn't help kneading those glorious orbs with my hands.

When felicity began to get off on her own clitoral stimulation I reached down and, lifting her buttocks slightly, began to pound her from underneath. Shock waves went through her tits every time I drove my cock up into her and after a while she began to quietly grunt in time.

Reaching down, she frigged herself as I fucked her. She was biting her lip now, trying to stay quiet but, eventually, it all became too much. Letting out a single low moan she collapsed onto my chest leaving me to pump her as hard as I could for as long as I could. I cradled her head in my hands as she rested it on me, whimpering as her ordeal continued.

I continued the torment for as long as I could but eventually had to stop. The other thing about tents is that they get really hot in the summer and we were now both drenched in sweat. I was breathing heavily too from the exertion and I could feel my heart rate sky rocketing.

Using my knees, I pushed Felicity's body up along mine so that we could kiss, but with my cock still buried in her.

"Fucking hell, that was amazing," Felicity said paying me a compliment before planting a very passionate kiss on me.

I ran my hands through Felicity's sweat drenched hair then continued along her back, before grabbing her arse cheeks and stabbing my cock into her, just to keep me hard. I didn't want to lose my erection.

"Your turn to lie down now," I told her.

Without uncoupling we rolled over, giggling at the difficulty of the manoeuvre, until I was on top, still buried deep inside her. It was my turn to enjoy myself now and selfishly I was only thinking about my own satisfaction. I began to pump Felicity again and she wrapped her legs around my hips to make it easier to penetrate her deeply. Then I just went for it, slapping my cock into her pussy until I could feel the start of my own orgasm. Then, snapping up like a surfer catching a wave, I straddled Felicity's tummy. Before she knew what was happening I'd grabbed hold of her breasts, pushed them together and sunk my cock between them.

Our sweat worked as a lubricant and my cock slid easily between Felicity's tits. Felicity bent her head forward, made an 'O' with her lips and stuck her tongue out. If I angled my cock just right then with each stroke I could sink the head into her mouth. It looked fantastic and it felt great.

"I'm going to cum," I warned her unnecessarily, as there really wasn't much she could do about it.

Then, letting go of Felicity's tits, I straightened up, grabbed my shaft and wanked it for the final few strokes before emptying my load over her.

The first couple of squirts are always the most unpredictable. This time they were particularly powerful and landed squarely on Felicity's face, plastering it with thick globules of cum. The remainder I managed to direct over her sweaty breasts.

Felicity got her own back though. When I'd finished she pulled me towards her and kissed me. My cum still on her face and tits.

"I enjoyed that," she said afterwards. "I like it when guys cum over me."

"You were fantastic," I told her, which earned me another cum coated kiss.

"I think I could do with a wash now," Felicity suggested. "Shall we go for a swim?"

"Wait for us," Lesley's voice piped up from the other tent.

In just jeans and a tee shirt we all regrouped in the space between the tents. Lesley couldn't wait to hug me and I could see she must have enjoyed herself.

"Did you have a good time?" she asked us both.

"We did," I confirmed.

"Your husband's like a machine," Felicity joked. "But I'm not complaining."

"We had a good time too," Lesley added, giving Andy a kiss.

The four of us went skinny dipping in the lake and I was surprised how warm the water was. It must have been about the temperature of a public swimming pool in the UK. Back in our couples now, Lesley wanted to be made a fuss of and so I made sure to give her plenty of cuddles.

When we were clean, we towelled ourselves off, then put our clothes back on and returned to the tents. We all had another beer, the four of us sitting on the blanket and chatting. It felt relaxed. Lesley rested her head on my lap wanting to be stroked. Like a cat craving attention, every time I stopped she'd paw at me until I started again. I'm not sure what time we went to bed in the end, but it was late and sleep came quickly.

Chapter 8

On Sunday, the morning sun hit the tent early, waking us. We thought about having breakfast before leaving, but decided to get some miles under our belt while the temperature was still cool. Besides, Lesley was keen to get to Florence now.

We packed up our tent, loaded the bike then said our goodbyes to Andy and Felicity. Felicity giggled as we hugged for a final time, pressing her breasts against me provocatively. She and Andy had decided to stay in Garda for a second night. This was as far south as they would be going, before beginning their journey back to Birmingham the following day. Lesley and Felicity swapped phone numbers, with vague plans to go to a concert or festival next year, but I wasn't sure if we'd ever see them again. It didn't matter. Our night together had been fun.

It was only two hundred miles to Florence and, taking the main roads, we made it to the outskirts of Mantua before stopping for fuel, then coffee and pastries and, most importantly, water.

"How far to go?" Lesley asked as I checked the map.

"A couple of hours I guess. Maybe more as we're going to have to stop again. We don't want to get dehydrated."

Lesley looked disappointed but tried her best not to show it.

The arrangements for meeting Jason were vague to say the least. He'd written to say he would be in Florence for the opening of the Caravaggio exhibition. His letter had said what hotel he'd be staying at, but that was it. There'd been no time to write back, so Jason wouldn't know for sure whether Lesley could make it until he arrived in Florence. Even then it was a bit dodgy. Lesley had left a message for Jason at his hotel, but there was no guarantee they would pass it on when he checked in.

"You're alright with me seeing him, aren't you?" Lesley asked as she sipped her coffee. I could see she wanted reassurance.

"I am, I think," I told her. "I'd be a hypocrite if I objected. But, if I'm honest, it feels a bit weird delivering you to another man in a strange city."

"I won't do it if you don't want me to."

"It'll be fine," I reassured her. "I want you to have an adventure."

"Thank you, Steven."

For the rest of the journey we made good progress, arriving at the hotel by mid-afternoon. We parked the bike in the hotel's underground car park and carried only what we needed up to the reception. We weren't going to be using the tent and sleeping bags again and if somebody stole them off the bike they'd probably have done us a favour.

The hotel was quite grand, and air conditioned too, which was a blessing. We looked a bit scruffy checking-in in our biking gear but that would soon be remedied. Carole had suggested using a courier to deliver a suitcase full of our posh clothes to the hotel and we were reunited with it at reception.

"There is also a message for you," the receptionist told us, handing me an envelope.

I gave the envelope to Lesley who showed great restraint by not opening it until we were alone in our room.

"Apparently there's a special viewing at the gallery and a champagne reception later this afternoon. It's at five and Jason's invited us. Then he suggests going out for something to eat. He's sending a taxi to pick us up," she said.

I took Lesley in my arms and gave her a kiss. I could see she was excited.

"I think he only really wants to see you," I told her. "Besides, art's not really my thing."

"I want to go, but I don't like leaving you," Lesley told me, obviously conflicted.

"Go. Have an adventure, then come back to me in the morning."

"You're absolutely sure?"

"Yes," I lied.

"I'd better start getting ready then."

Lesley spent a lot longer getting ready than she usually did. When she emerged from the bathroom she looked perfect. More sophisticated than usual and definitely stylish. I told her how fabulous she looked and I could see she was a bit embarrassed. When we hugged I couldn't help lifting her dress and stroking her pussy, which made her sigh. I could have fucked her there and then, but I couldn't spoil her for Jason.

"You'd better go and get your taxi. You don't want to be late," I told her instead.

After she'd gone I felt a little sick in the pit of my stomach, wondering if I'd done the right thing, agreeing to her spending the night with another man like this. I thought about 'Sting's' song, 'If you love somebody, set them free', but it didn't make me feel any better.

I'd packed my running gear in the suitcase, but it was too hot to run outdoors, so I used the hotel gym instead. Unsurprisingly there was nobody in it. You don't come to Florence to work out, I guess. But I needed to take my mind off things, so I did some weights. Afterwards I went back to our room, showered and changed. It seemed empty without Lesley though. I tried not to think about where she might be or what she was doing.

Feeling hungry, I decided to indulge my passion for pizza that evening. The hotel's reception gave me directions to a good pizza restaurant and I had the best 'four-seasons' I think I've ever tasted. I washed it down with a few beers then, afterwards, walked aimlessly around the centre of the city, half hoping to bump into Lesley and Jason. I didn't, but I found the Ponte Vecchio, which I was glad I'd seen, but wouldn't be rushing back for.

As it began to get dark I headed back to the hotel. Passing the bar on the way to the elevator, I decided to have a nightcap, but it didn't feel right sitting in the bar alone. So I drank up and went up to my room then tried to get some sleep.

Chapter 9

I slept well until three o'clock, but fitfully after that, although I must have got back to sleep at some point because I didn't wake up again until eight. The air was still reasonably cool, so I decided to go for a run. The roads were busy but I found a route along the river that flowed through the centre of the Florence, ending in a park. As I ran however, all I could think of was Jason fucking Lesley. The thought of her enjoying another man while I was stuck in my hotel room began to eat at me. Wasn't that the definition of a cuckold? I only had my myself to blame though. I'd agreed to it, even helped to make it happen.

I must have been out for over an hour, stopping on the way back to buy a coffee and a big bottle of water from a café. I drank them both before walking the last mile to the hotel. Once inside, I took the stairs, rather than standing and sweating in an elevator full of people.

It was about nine thirty now and the morning rush was over. I thought I'd get a shower then have a late breakfast but when I let myself into the room I could hear the television playing. It hadn't been on when I left the room and my heart skipped a beat, hoping that Lesley might already be back. Sure enough, there she was sitting on the bed.

"I didn't expect you back so soon," I said, trying to sound cool about things. "How was it?"

"It was fantastic," she gushed. "He was a real gentleman with just the right amount of kinky thrown in."

The kinky part stung. I knew I wasn't as far along the 'kinky' scale as perhaps Lesley might have wanted.

"Why don't you come and tell me in the shower while we fuck?" I asked.

"No time," she breezed. "Jason invited us to a party tonight and I don't want to have to wear the same lingerie for him twice. Plus, he asked you to meet him at a café at mid-day. He wants to have a chat."

That was the final straw.

"Well Jason can fuck right off," I told her. "I'm not his bitch and I'm not your fucking cuckold either. So if you want to fuck him tonight just piss off and buy your own fucking lingerie."

I felt my blood pressure going through the roof.

"And while you're at it, get 'kinky Jason the wonder-fuck' to drop you back at Carole's. I'm taking the bike back to London," I said, spitting the words out. "It's all bullshit isn't it Lesley?. All the 'Steven, you're my warrior' crap? The tattoo you've got saying you belong to me is just as much of a work of fiction as the book you got it from."

"But Steven..." Lesley began before I cut her short.

"Just fuck off, Lesley!" I told her wearily, walking off to have a shower.

I don't know where all the vitriol had come from. I hadn't meant to say it but when Lesley had refused me sex to go and buy lingerie to wear for Jason, it had triggered me. I was annoyed at myself for losing it but there wasn't a single thing I'd said that hadn't come from the heart.

I took my time in the shower, not wanting to go back into the bedroom. To be honest I didn't know if Lesley would still be there or for that matter whether I wanted her to be. I dried myself off, put on a robe and walked out to find her on the bed wrapped up in tight ball, sobbing. It gave me no pleasure to see her like that but I wasn't about to say sorry.

When she saw me, she got up off the bed and flung herself at me.

"Please don't go back to London," she began tearfully. "I'm sorry. I'll do anything to make it right, but I'm begging you not to leave me."

Lesley stopped to sniff before continuing

"I do belong to you. You're the only thing that stops me from being the silly little tart I was before I met you. I know I'm a slut, I can't change that, but I'm your slut and I don't want to be anyone else's."

It was heartbreaking to see her looking so pathetic but I knew I had to be honest.

"I don't have a problem with you fucking other guys but I do have a problem with you expecting me to be some sort of a cuckold while you do it."

"But you said you were ok with Jason..."

"I thought it'd be ok for one night," I admitted. " But it wasn't. And this morning when you refused me sex, so you could buy new lingerie for him to fuck you in, I snapped."

There was a silence as Lesley thought what to say.

"I don't blame you for feeling like that. It was selfish of me and I don't have an excuse."

"It's not all you fault," I said, trying to be conciliatory.

"I don't expect to you to forgive me just now, Steven. But please don't leave me."

"I love you, Lesley, but I need to know I'm the most important man in your life. Because this morning it looked like I wasn't."

"All I can do is try and prove that you are," she said, the desperation still evident on her face. "You won't regret it. From now on, I'm going to be 'super-wife'. And I'll start by calling Jason and telling him that you can't meet him for coffee and I won't be seeing him again either."

"Don't do that. I want to see him."

"Steven you're not going to hurt him?" Lesley asked, looking worried. "None of this is really his fault."

"I'll be the judge of that," I told her.

Lesley wasn't going to risk questioning me, however concerned she might have been for Jason's safety. Instead, she tried to be conciliatory.

"Would you like to have sex?" she asked hopefully.

It was the right thing to do. It had always been our way of reconnecting and it was her way of saying sorry.

"Let's go have a shower," I told her.

Chapter 10

I was a few minutes late to the café. Jason was already there, seated at a table, dressed casually in tailored Bermuda shorts and an expensive looking polo shirt. I had on a pair of jeans that were too thick for the midday sun and a tight-fitting tee shirt that Lesley had packed, designed to show off my torso and arms.

Jason got up when he saw me approaching and offered me his hand.

"Steven, it's good to see you again," he said in a friendly tone. " How are you?"

"I'm well, enjoying the Italian sun," I told him. "How about you?"

"Good, thank you," he replied.

I could see that Jason was a bit nervous and he hesitated before continuing.

"There's a small part of me that expects you to beat the living crap out of me," he admitted. "So if you're going to do that then, just let me say this first. I find Lesley incredibly attractive, but I have no intention of trying to steal your wife."

"Lesley and I had words this morning when she got back," I told Jason. "To be honest, I didn't enjoy playing cuckold last night."

Jason thought for a moment

"Believe me, that was never my intention."

"I'm not blaming you."

"If it's any consolation she talks almost constantly about you without realising it. Makes it hard for a guy to compete," he offered.

"I just wanted to come here and tell you personally that we won't be going to the party this evening."

"I understand," Jason acknowledged. "If I'd known it was going to play out like this I wouldn't never have seen Lesley yesterday. Seeing you both tonight was far more important."

"Why?"

"I'll be turning thirty in September and when I return to the US my fiancé and I will be announcing our engagement."

Jason pulled a photo out his wallet and handed it to me. It was of him with an attractive brunette.

"Congratulations."

"Thank-you. Her name is Pamela. Anyway, a few weeks later my father will announce that he'll be standing down from the senate at the end of his term. And I'll announce that I intend to run for his seat."

"That's a big step."

"Life changing," Jason agreed. "Today I'm footloose and fancy free. By Christmas my every move will be scrutinised and if possible used against me."

"So you're saying you want to make the most of your last days of freedom?"

"Actually no. Pamela and I are trying to prepare for what comes afterwards."

"I'm not sure I follow."

"Pamela and I love each other. She'll make the perfect Senator's wife. However we've always had an open relationship and we'd like to continue that..."

"But it's going to be more difficult."

"Which is why we'd like to create a small circle of friends we can trust to be discreet. I'd like it if Lesley and you were in that circle."

"I think this has more to do with Lesley than me," I laughed.

"I won't deny I'm attracted to your wife," he admitted. "But it's not just about me, or Lesley. Which is why I wanted to meet you today."

"Ok?"

"We didn't know if you'd both be able to come to Florence but, when we knew for sure, Pamela got on a plane and she'll be here this afternoon. She'd wanted to meet you at the party tonight. It's being hosted by one of the contributors to the exhibition at his villa not far from Florence."

"I see."

"I'd really like her not to have had a wasted journey. So, if you could see your way to giving us a chance I'd be grateful. Then, if the two of you find you hate each other's guts then we can say we tried and everyone walks away, including Lesley and me. But Pamela's a great lady, I don't think you'll be disappointed and I really think the two of you will get on."

Chapter 11

I met Lesley at a café close to the Palazzo Pitti for lunch. We kissed and she patiently waited to learn how things had gone with Jason, not daring to ask.

"Apparently Jason is getting engaged," I told her.

"He said. To someone called Pamela."

"Did he tell you he's going to stand for office?"

"Yes," Lesley said guiltily.

"It'll be much more difficult for him to fuck you when that happens."

"I'm not going to fuck him Steven. You told him that, didn't you?"

"Pamela is going to be at the party tonight. She and Jason want to know if we'd be interested in being part of a discrete circle of friends who like to swap. What do you think?"

Lesley chose her words carefully.

"If it's what you want to do then we should consider it. But it's your choice Steven. I'll go along with whatever you decide."

"I think we should go tonight and take it from there. We've nothing to lose."

"If that's what you want to do," Lesley agreed, her smile giving her true feelings away.

"Ok. Let's do that then. And after lunch we'll go and look for some new lingerie for you," I told her.

Of all the shopping Lesley made me endure, lingerie shopping was the only type I really enjoyed. After lunch, we found a lingerie shop in the high-end part of the town. Lesley needed to try on several sets before deciding which ones she'd let me buy for her.

"Which do you prefer," she asked after giving me a preview of them all.

My favourite was a delicate, black bra and brief combination.

"The black set," I told

"In that case I'll keep them for a time when it's just you and me and I think I'll wear the pastel blue this evening."

It was a nice gesture.

In addition, Lesley insisted on me buying a couple of stretchy, trunk style, briefs, telling me to wear a pair that evening. I'd never worn briefs like that before but Lesley was rarely wrong when it came to choosing clothes for me.

Chapter 12

After we'd finished shopping we had a late afternoon snack at a cafe then went back to the hotel to get ready. Lesley looked stylish in a pale green dress that clung to her figure. I wore what I liked to call my Miami Vice outfit, consisting of a pale blue suit with a white tee shirt, loafers, no socks... and, of course, my new briefs.

A taxi, arranged by Jason, arrived to pick us up at nine and Lesley squeezed my hand excitedly as we drove out of the city. But the journey was longer than we'd been expecting. It took almost an hour, passing by vineyards and olive groves to get to our destination.

Nestled in the rolling Tuscan hills, our destination could have been out of the pages of a lifestyle magazine. A sweeping driveway, lined with cypress trees, led to an impressive stone villa that looked like it been started in the middle ages but only finished sometime in the last century.

The taxi pulled up outside an impressive oak front door and, after the driver had explained that he would come back at midnight and wait for us, Lesley and I got out.

Without us needing to knock, the big oak door opened and a very attractive young man and woman stood in front of us, covered from head to toe in gold paint. We gave the young man our names and he checked us off a list then, with the cutest of smiles, the young woman handed us each a glass of champagne.

"Don't you die if they cover you in gold paint?" I asked.

"Only in Bond films," Lesley chuckled.

Having been processed at the door we followed the sound of classical music to a courtyard where a string quartet were playing and guests were congregating. It was an elegantly dressed crowd with couples of all ages. The women were pretty much all above average when it came to looks, regardless of their age. The young men were all attractive too, but the older ones were a bit of a mixed bag.

Across the room I caught sight of Jason with the attractive looking brunette from the photo he'd shown me. She must have been mid-twenties, was quite tall, at least compared to Lesley. Her short black cocktail dress showed off a nice pair of legs. She had a pretty smile and a generally wholesome look about her.

"Pamela looks nice," Lesley said, almost hopefully.

We walked over and Jason was quick to make the introductions.

"Steven, Lesley, this is my fiancé, Pamela Brock."

"I've heard a lot about you both," Pamela told us, smiling. "It's nice to finally meet you."

"You too," Lesley replied for both of us.

We shared polite embraces and I shook Jason's hand.

"Congratulations on your engagement," Lesley told Pamela.

"Keep that under your hat," Pamela laughed. "We haven't told many people yet."

"You flew in today?" I asked her.

"Yes, I'm not sure what time my body says it is right now."

As we finished our introductions, a couple approached Jason and greeted him. The man must have been into his fifties, balding and with a bit of a paunch but the woman who was maybe fifteen years his junior was stunningly beautiful. She looked like Sophia Lauren.

"Jason, I'm glad you could make it," The man said, his English impeccable but spoken with Italian intonation.

"Thank you for inviting us, Aldo, Gina," Jason replied embracing each of them in turn. "Can I introduce my partner, Pamela and Steven and Lesley Carter."

We all took it in turns to embrace Aldo and Gina. I wasn't used to embracing men but it seemed to be the done thing and 'When in Rome' and all that... Besides, it was worth embracing Aldo to get the chance with Gina. Not only did she look good but she smelled great too.

"You are both very welcome. Enjoy yourselves, be as daring as you want to be," Aldo informed us. "There are bedrooms upstairs and a play area downstairs for the more adventurous. The only thing we ask is that you don't touch the staff. That's why they're sprayed in gold. So we can see who's broken the rules."

Aldo and Gina made small-talk for a little while and I couldn't help noticing Gina looking me over as we did. But, after a while, she and her husband moved on to greet more of their guests.

"You can put your tongue back in your mouth now," Lesley whispered to me as I watched Gina walking off.

"I could do with a refill," Pamela told Jason holding her glass out

"Of course," Jason replied, adding, "Can I get you guys a top-up?"

"Actually, Steven. Would you mind if Lesley and I had a conversation. Just the two of us," Pamela added.

"Sure," I told her. "We'll get some more drinks."

Jason and I did as we were told leaving the girls to talk. When we got back they seemed to be best of friends.

"Why don't the two of you go and explore?" Pamela suggested to Jason and Lesley, "Then Steven and I can get to know each other better."

Lesley looked at me for permission, the last thing she wanted to do was start another argument.

"We'll catch up with you later," I offered.

"I'm sorry about what happened last night," Pamela said after they'd gone. "Jason didn't mean any harm and I don't think your wife did either. She's very conscious that she offended you."

"I guess we both learned something."

"I think my fiancé and your husband are quite alike," Pamela opined. "They're both gregarious and they both live in the moment. It's just that sometimes they get a bit carried away."

"You could be right."

"The way I see it is that it's our job to protect them from themselves. Point them in the right direction," she continued. "They're like wild animals. You can't cage them, but you can create a reserve for them where they can play safely."

"Your circle of trusted friends."

"Exactly," she responded. "Jason and Lesley get on, we can both see that. I love my fiancé, and I want to see him happy. But its not all about them. I have needs and I'm sure you do too."

"So what's your solution?"

"While you and Jason were getting the drinks, I wanted to check that your wife doesn't have a problem with her husband fucking another woman. She said we can do whatever we want, so would you like to fuck me?" Pamela asked bluntly.

"Play area or bedroom?" I asked.

"Bedroom definitely," she responded.

Chapter 13

At the bottom of the ornate staircase stood another of Aldo's female staff, covered in gold paint.

"Do you require a room?" the girl asked.

"Please," we both replied simultaneously.

The girl led us up the stairs and then along a corridor to a room on the first floor. She opened the door and showed us in. It looked like a hotel room. Laid out on the bed were two fluffy white robes, while on the nightstands were tissues, condoms and bottles of water. On the dresser was a bottle of sparkling wine in an ice cooler.

"There are towels in the bathroom," the girl added.

"Thank you," we both replied.

When the girl left, Pamela locked the door behind her.

"So we don't get disturbed," she chuckled.

I walked over to the dresser and looked out of the window. It was getting dark now but you could still make out the rolling Tuscan hills. Pamela went into the bathroom to freshen up and I opened the sparkling wine then poured us each a glass.

When Pamela re-appeared from the bathroom she'd taken off her cocktail dress and along with any lingerie she might have been wearing. She stood in the bathroom doorway totally naked. In her bare feet she was probably four or five inches taller than Lesley. Her breasts were fuller and, though she was still petite, her body's curves were a little softer.

"Wow!" I said in appreciation.

"Thank you," she responded.

Pamela walked over to me and, refusing the glass of sparkling wine, put her arms around my neck and kissed me. I reached around and grabbed hold of her buttocks, squeezing them as I pulled her towards me. She tasted nice and I felt my erection growing as she rubbed herself against me.

When we ended the kiss, without any encouragement, Pamela got down on her knees, worked my trousers loose then yanked them down, along with my new Italian briefs. I gently cradled the back of her head with one hand, running my fingers through her soft brown hair as she coaxed my cock to hardness. In a move straight out of Lesley's playbook she looked up at me with her doleful brown eyes as she took my cock into her mouth. It made me want to force it all the way down her throat but instead, I gently pressed further and Pamela took it all in.

With one hand now firmly on the back of her head I reached down with the other and felt her breast. The nipple was already swollen but not hard yet and so I rolled it between my thumb and forefinger until it was. Then, while Pamela was still kneeling in front me, I let go of her and wrestled my way out of my jacket and tee shirt as she continued to suck me. It felt good but I knew it was time to move on. So I took a step back and, taking her by the hand, helped Pamela to stand up then led her over to the bed.

"You can give me a massage, if you like," she said as she lay back on the bed.

"What did your last slave die of?" I asked.

"Insubordination," she quipped, then added in mitigation, "But I've not long gotten off a ten-hour flight from New York and I am a little tense."

"Ok, but you've got to promise not to fall asleep on me then."

"Do you have a problem with women falling asleep on you in the bedroom?" she chuckled.

I rolled Pamela over onto her tummy then smacked her backside quite hard.

"Ow!" she squealed.

"Just checking you're awake," I told her.

Reaching over for the bottle of massage oil I poured some out into the palm of one hand then, straddling her, began to work on her back, starting with the neck and shoulders. I've never pretended to be anything other than an enthusiastic amateur when it comes to massage but, in the time she'd lived with us, Carole had taught me a few things and Lesley hadn't complained too much when she'd been the recipient of my efforts.

I worked my way down Pamela's back and on reaching her backside parted her cheeks and ran a finger down the crease between them. Pamela responded, lifting up her bottom slightly and making an almost imperceptible sigh. I coated my thumb with a little massage oil then rubbed the nub of her anus with it.

"That's nice," she say, encouraging me. "You can push it in if you want."

"Would Jason approve?" I asked, giving her the opportunity to change her mind.

"He'd probably want you to do it, just so he doesn't feel too guilty about whatever he's doing to Lesley."

"Turn over," I told her.

"Aren't you going to..."

"Not yet, now turn over."

Pamela did as instructed, allowing me to massage her front. Only it was less of a massage now and more fondling. I made sure that her breasts were well oiled then moved down her body. On reaching her pussy I climbed off and knelt beside her. Pamela's bush had been artistically shaved or waxed to leave just a little heart shaped pubic mound.

"That's clever," I said when I saw it.

"It's all the rage in New York at the moment. Most girls want a Brazilian but they'll wax you any shape you want," she explained, obviously pleased that I'd noticed.

Oiling my fingers, I began by massaging Pamela's clitoris then slipped two fingers into her vagina. She seemed tighter than I'd expected, even with lubrication. But the way Pamela sighed seemed to indicate I was heading in the right direction. I crooked a finger and felt for her G-Spot then began to gently stroke it, while with my other hand I toyed with the now hard nub of her clit'.

I could tell Pamela desperately wanted to orgasm. Her body writhed in time to my stimulation and soon she was rhythmically forcing her hips upwards, pushing herself onto my fingers, trying to fuck them.

"Don't stop, I'm almost there," she pleaded.

I kept up the pressure, using both hands to stimulate her erogenous zones. You could see the orgasm getting closer. Then, suddenly, her body stiffened and seemed to go into spasm. It made continuing to finger her much more difficult but I pressed my arm down onto her and held her hips in place, keeping up the torment.

Pamela began to gush and I could feel warm ejaculate flowing out of her and into my hand then dripping onto the bedsheets. I kept going for as long as my fingers allowed me to then relaxed.

"God, I needed that," Pamela joked when she'd regained her composure. "But could I have a drink of water please?"

I passed her a bottle from the nightstand and she took a swig from it before passing it back to me.

"Thank you," she said, grinning. "And not just for the water."

"You're welcome," I told her.

For a moment we lay next to each other slightly awkwardly then she leaned closer to me.

"I think this is the part where you fuck me," she whispered.

"Do you want me to use a condom?"

"It's sweet of you for offering, but no."

Pamela lay back on the bed and I climbed on top of her then guided my cock between her pussy lips. My earlier fingering experience proved correct; her pussy was incredibly tight but helped by the massage oil I slipped inside her.

"Go on, say it," Pamela chuckled.

"Say what?"

"How tight I am."

"You are. It feels good though. I'm not hurting you am I?"

"Of course not," she laughed. "It feels good for both of us. I loosen up after a while. It's just that I'm always very tight to begin with. It can make guys cum prematurely though. I do hope you're not going to be one of them Steven Carter."

Pamela was almost goading me, but I had no intention of cumming too early. I've always said that if I could make it through the first five minutes then, after that, I was pretty much in control of when I ejaculated. There were always exceptions and Lesley knew every trick in the book to make me cum, but since she wasn't there I was pretty confident of putting on a good showing.

I took it slowly to begin with, kissing Pamela as I fucked her ever so tight pussy. She seemed to like kissing and her hands ranged over my body as she gave out little sighs of pleasure. She was right about loosening up after a few minutes too. When she did, I rolled her onto her side, straddled one of her legs and, lifting the other leg out of the way, pushed my cock back into her.

Then, without warning, I began to fuck her hard. Pamela lapped it up, urging me to fuck her with all I'd got and it wasn't long before she was orgasming again.

"Do me like a dog," she ordered afterwards.

I felt obligated to give her what she wanted so I got off and let her get on all fours before kneeling behind her, grabbing her hips, and entering her from behind. After five or so minutes of intensely aggressive fucking where I swear she might even have barked a couple of times for effect, I felt ready to cum. So I slowed down and let myself enjoy her now, very well used but still deliciously tight, pussy.

"I'm going to cum," I told her out of politeness a minute or so later.

"Do it in my ass," she told me and without any warning she collapsed onto the bed leaving me no other choice if I wanted to finish inside her.

I reached for the massage oil and hastily covered my cock in it, but by then I was only moments away from cumming. So, hastily, selfishly, I pushed my cock into her ass.

"Fuuuuuuck," Pamela screamed as I sank my shaft into her rectum and immediately emptied myself into her.

Losing balance I collapsed on top of her for a moment. My cock sank all the way in, right up to the hilt, causing Pamela to grunt in surprise before I lifted myself onto my elbows and took some of the pressure off.

"I'm sorry about that," I told her.

"Don't be," she replied. "I like a bit of pain. And besides I really wanted you in my ass."

I thought withdrawing at that point was the gentlemanly thing to do. I lifted myself off and dashed to the bathroom to give my cock a quick wash then returned with a hand towel for Pamela, which she stuffed between the cheeks of her arse to stop any leakage. I thought she'd get up and go to the bathroom but instead she lay on her back, inviting me to lie next to her.

We kissed some more and I couldn't help playing with her breasts as we did.

"Thank you for that," she told me afterwards. "You definitely didn't cum prematurely."

"Well you did sort of make it into a challenge," I chuckled.

"But did you enjoy fucking me?"

"Of course."

"Would you like to fuck me again?"

"Yes, but I think I'm going to need a few minutes to recover first," I explained.

"I didn't mean now," she laughed. "I meant would you like to see me again."

"Ah, I see. Yes I would,"

"Good," Pamela replied. " Because I'd like to see you too and I have a proposition for you also."

"Sounds interesting

"You're Blackfinch aren't you?"

I hadn't expected Pamela to know that.

"Jason had us checked?" I asked.

No," she laughed. "That was me. Jason can't afford scandals and to be honest, it crossed my mind that Lesley might have been a 'honey-trap'. It all seemed too perfect."

"I guess I might have thought the same in your shoes," I admitted.

"I hadn't expected alarm bells to go off though."

"I'm not sure I follow."

"The next day I get a call from General Buchan. He speaks very highly of you by the way. Told me you were an honourable man with a delightful wife. Then I get a call from Jerry Soper."

"I don't know him, I'm afraid."

"Head of Blackfinch in the US and a friend of my father's. He asked me if I needed any 'clarification' on your status. I tell him yes and he tells me all about Iris and your venture capital operation back in the UK. Very impressive, but all public domain information. So I ask him if you work for Blackfinch and he tells me you do."

"Who is your father?"

"Artemis Brock."

"The Oil Baron."

"That's the one."

"Hmmm."

"What are you thinking?"

"That I'm a bit out of my league. Exactly what's going on here?"

Pamela looked smugly at me.

"Jason is a Hennesy, one of the oldest political families in America. I'm a Brock, one of the richest. Together we can be a formidable force in politics. Jason's run for a seat in the Senate is just the start. He could go all the way."

"And how does that involve me?"

"Jason has all those qualities the public want in a politician. He's charming, affable, good looking, has boundless energy and is the life and soul of the party. People love him."

"You've still lost me."

"For all his qualities though, Jason isn't a strategist. He can't see the bigger picture, can't play the long game. He needs someone who understands how the pieces fit together and that's me. He also needs friends and that's where you come in."

"I must be particularly dumb but I'm not seeing it."

"I need Blackfinch as a friend. Our goals align and one day Jason may need their help. When Blackfinch get to hear of our friendship, they'll want you to invest in it. It's speculative for them, but to have the ear of someone with aspirations of the highest office in the land is a prize they can't ignore. And that could be good for both us."

"And what do you get out of it?"

"I already have money. What I want is to be the power behind the throne. I'm playing the long game Steven but one day I want to be First Lady."

"And what do I get out of it?"

"I imagine that being in Jason's inner circle would increase your status within Blackfinch, plus Jason and I can open doors for you and Durolitum that will make your Iris deal look like chicken feed."

"I see."

"Plus you get to fuck this tight little pussy of mine again," she laughed.

"It sounds like you've got it all worked out," I chuckled.

"So what do you think?" she asked.

"It's very tempting. I think we both know what she'll say, but let me talk it over with Lesley first."

"Don't do that just yet," Pamela cautioned. "Let her and Jason enjoy each other, at least for now. There's no point in spoiling things for them."

Chapter 14

We found Lesley and Jason in the courtyard waiting for us. I could see that Lesley was pleased when she found out that Pamela and I had enjoyed our time together The two girls had much to talk about which left Jason and I to check that everything was ok between us. Jason apologised once again for the previous night but I told him it wasn't his fault. He asked me if I'd enjoyed myself with Pamela and I told him that I had, very much.

After a while it was clear that Pamela was fading though, her long-distance journey catching was up on her. It was a shame we didn't have more time the to socialise the following day, but Lesley and I needed to get back on the road and in any case Pamela and Jason were off to Rome. So we said our goodbyes with the promise that we would see each other again at their engagement party in September.

When they'd gone, Lesley immediately wanted to know what Pamela had been like, having already got Pamela's side of the story before she'd left. I told her how it had gone, including how I'd cum in Pamela's arse, at which point Lesley guiltily admitted that she might have let Jason do that to her too. So I guess we were equal.

"Shall we go back to the hotel then?" I asked.

"Actually, I have a treat for you," Lesley told me mischievously.

"I'm always up for a treat," I said pulling her close to me and giving her bottom a squeeze

"While Jason and me were waiting for you and Pamela, Aldo and Gina asked us if we'd be interested in swapping but with a bit of a difference. I told them not with Jason but that I would with you..."

"I don't expect you to fuck Aldo just so I can fuck Gina," I interrupted.

"Too late the deal's done," Lesley told me firmly. "I wanted to make up for last night and I saw the way you were looking at Gina earlier. I don't mind taking one for the team, besides it's not quite what you think."

When Aldo and Gina noticed that we were alone they came over.

"Are you ready?" Aldo asked Lesley.

"We are," she replied excitedly.

"Aldo and I are both looking forward to it," Gina told us.

"Well, Steven doesn't know what he's letting himself in for. It's a surprise," Lesley chuckled.

"I promise, you'll enjoy it," Aldo reassured me.

We followed Aldo and Gina down into the basement of the villa, along a corridor, passing what must have been the communal play area. I could see people were still in it but clearly we were going somewhere else that evening.

At the end of the corridor was an old oak door. Aldo opened it and we followed him into a dimly lit room with reddish ochre walls. It looked like a kind of ante room and as my eyes adjusted I saw two naked young women waiting to greet us. Both were petite and looked a bit like the nymphs from one of Lesley's Victorian fairy tale books.

Gina turned to Lesley and said, "This is where we leave the boys for the time being."

Lesley put her arms around my neck and kissed me.

"I hope you enjoy it," she whispered.

"We will see you in a little while," Gina told Aldo and I.

Then, taking Lesley by the hand, the two girls disappeared through one of two doors at the far side of the room.

As soon as his wife was gone, Aldo put his arm around one of the women and kissed her, causing her to giggled excitedly. I could see that the other one didn't want to be left out and she willingly pressed her body against mine, giving me a surprisingly passionate kiss.

"This is Rosa," Aldo said, indicating the woman in his arms, "Yours is Mia. You can fuck her if you want but Gina will be disappointed if you do. Now follow me."

Aldo led us through the other door at the end of the ante room and into a room that looked like the inside of a Bedouin tent. The floor was soft, with rugs and cushions were scattered everywhere. Mia and Rosa followed us in, murmuring between themselves, as I took it all in.

Aldo made himself at home the middle of the room, resting against a sturdy ottoman. The naked Rosa sat next to him, cuddling up to his paunchy body. I chose what was basically a huge leather bean bag to lie on and Mia, without needing to be invited, joined me.

"This is impressive," I said to Aldo.

"You haven't seen the best part yet," he said excitedly.

On one wall was a full-length curtain, a bit like you'd find in the theatre. Aldo pressed a button on a console built into the ottoman and the curtain moved aside to reveal a window into a room that was similar to our own.

"It's a one-way mirror," Aldo explained. "We can see them but they can't see us."

Aldo pressed another couple of buttons and two television screens fired into life.

"The cameras give different angles. They aren't recording. Unless you want them to of course."

I thought about all of the videos David had taken of Lesley when she'd been his mistress. We had none of our own.

"Yes I would," I told Aldo

"We both get a copy," Aldo reminded me.

"Of course."

"I'll let them know we're ready then," he said.

Aldo fiddled with the console again and then the lights on our side of the mirror dimmed. Mia snuggled into me and I couldn't help reaching over and cupping one of her breasts with my hand. I looked over to Aldo and could see that Rosa was already undoing the buttons on his shirt while he fingered her. They both stared at the mirror waiting for the show to start.

It began with Gina and Lesley appearing from a door at the back of the room we were looking into, followed by two female attendants. All four of them were naked. Both attendants were attractive and full breasted and they carried towels and bottles of lotion with them. They busied themselves in preparation, while Gina and Lesley walked up to the one-way mirror and stared into it.

"We hope you're ready for this," Gina told us, her voiced relayed through speakers into our room.

"And make sure you're recording it, Steven" Lesley said cheekily, "because you're going to want to watch it again."

The two girls turned to each other and kissed then, hand in hand, walked back to the attendants who had laid out towels for them to lie on.

Gina and Lesley lay on their tummies while the attendants knelt beside them and poured oil over their backs then seductively massaged it into them. No inch of flesh was left untouched. When it came time to turn over, the girls held hands as the attendants continued their massage. I couldn't help but watch enviously as the attendant kneaded Gina's fantastic firm breasts. Gina must have been enjoying it, because she reached out with her free hand and began to finger the attendant, who opened her legs to give Gina better access, while at the same time reaching down to finger her.

Lesley's attendant had been massaging her pussy but then stopped and whispered something to her. She then climbed onto Lesley, drizzled oil over her breasts and proceeded to rub her body against Lesley's. Lesley wrapped her arms around the girl and they kissed. The attendant ground her pussy against one of Lesley's thighs while at the same time pushing her own thigh against Lesley's pussy.

I turned to look at Aldo who was naked now and in the middle of a passionate kiss with Rosa. She was straddling him the same way the attendant was straddling Lesley, rubbing her pussy against him.

I realised I'd been neglecting Mia, so I pulled her closer and she began to undress me. Straddling my stomach, at first she worked the buttons on my shirt, then shimmied down to remove my trousers and briefs. She made appreciative noises as she slowly wanked my cock to hardness but, fearful of where that might lead, I put a stop to that before I got carried away.

"Lie down on your tummy and face the mirror," I told her.

Mia looked at me quizzically until Aldo translated for me. The two of them then had a short conversation after which Mia happily got up and repositioned herself.

"Mia likes being fingered. Both holes are fine," Aldo told me then he reached up to the Ottoman and handed me some oil.

Mia was now facing away from me lying on her tummy, presenting her bottom, while I was half sitting half reclining on my back. Her backside was level with my hips and this way I could finger her holes while we both watched the action. I lubricated three fingers and a thumb then pushed my fingers into her vagina and pressed my thumb against her anus. Three fingers went in surprisingly easily and so I pushed in a fourth. Mia pushed the nub of her anus against my thumb and so I pushed that in too.

There was moaning coming over the speakers now, particularly from Gina as the attendant toyed with her clitoris. But if Gina had expected relief then she was going to be disappointed. Deciding that their job was done the two attendants gave the girls a final kiss then moved away to the side of the room as Lesley and Gina lay waiting in anticipation of what was to come.

I wasn't sure if this was the point where Aldo and I were supposed to join in. I hoped not, I was enjoying watching the show while fingering Mia, who by now was pushing herself back onto my hand, gently using it to fuck herself. Aldo and Rosa had used the break in proceedings to change position and Rosa was now straddling Aldo reverse cowboy style, except that she was also lying on her tummy so as not obstruct his view. Her backside was pushed up and her holes exposed from having to straddle Aldo, who was taking full advantage of the opportunity.

None of us had to wait too long for what came next. The door at the back of the room opened and in walked six young men, all of them were naked. Their bodies varied in shape but all were reasonably attractive. One of the men was black and spectacularly hung.

Between them, the six men lifted both girls to their knees. It was clear what was expected and Gina and Lesley set to work sucking their dicks. It was such a turn on watching Lesley being fed cock, Gina too with her stupendous body. When the guys were all hard, the girls were lifted to their feet and made to kiss each man in turn. Neither girl held back. They both had big smiles on their faces as they kissed each of the guys passionately and fondled their cocks, while their breasts were played with and their pussies fingered.

I pulled my hand out of Mia who turned round to see what was required of her. I lubricated it then felt for her pussy again. She lifted her backside up to give me better access and I pushed all four fingers and my thumb back into her all the way to the knuckle. She pushed back hard against me and with a final press I inserted the whole of my fist into her vagina, up to the wrist.

The six men split into two groups now and Lesley was on her back again with a cushion under her pelvis for support. She lay there for a moment with her legs apart waiting to be penetrated then I watched as one of the men knelt between her legs, poured oil onto his cock then, bending forward, pressed himself into her. Lesley rested her arms on his chest and smiled at him while two other guys moved in to massaged her breasts and offer her their cocks to suck.

Gina meanwhile had been put onto all fours. One man fucked her from behind while the other two took turns feeding her mouth their cocks. I looked at the television screen showing Gina in side profile. With every thrust from behind her breasts swung backwards and forwards.

As I watched the floorshow I began to fuck Mia's pussy with my fist. She buried her head in a cushion. I couldn't tell if she was making any noise because there was too much moaning coming from the other room but Mia kept pressing herself onto me and so I carried on.

The guys must have been told that, for them, this was meant to be a sprint rather than a marathon and within five minutes the first one had shot his load in Lesley. After he was done I watched the two of them kiss and I could see Lesley thanking him. He took his place at the side with the two female attendants and shortly afterwards he was joined by Gina's first lover.

Lesley opted to get on all fours for the next fuck and, with only two men for each girl now, Aldo and I both watched our wives both being spit-roasted. As before neither guy lasted very long before adding his cum to their predecessor's. Which then left only one man each remaining.

Lesley had saved the black man until last. They both got up off their knees and turned to each other. He was much taller than she was, but he bent down and Lesley, with a mouth that had only minutes earlier been stuffed full of his cock, kissed him. As she stood there he reached down and fingered her pussy. The cum from the previous two guys oozed out of her, dribbling down her legs. I watched as she told him to lie down, then she turned to look at the mirror for a moment and mouthed "watch me."

The guy's cock was so long that it needed to be held half way up to keep it pointing in the right direction. Lesley straddled the guy's hips then expertly guided it into her pussy. I had a good view of her ass and watched as the shaft forced her vagina to expand before disappearing into it like a snake.

Gina was now onto her last man too. He had her standing with her arms resting against the thick glass of the mirror taking his cock from behind. He was reaching round, mauling her breasts while he fucked her. I wanted to be that guy and began to fist Mia aggressively as I watched. I pumped my hand into her hard as I watched Gina on the other side of the mirror close her eyes, a look of exquisite anguish on her face. Her lover acquitted himself well but eventually he slowed and I could see he'd cum.

I stopped fisting Mia and she lay lifeless beside, slumped in a pool of her own ejaculate. So I pulled my hand out of her as gently as a I could.

I'd been so engrossed in Gina that I'd missed the action with Lesley. He must have already cum and I watched as Lesley and her black lover shared a tender moment afterwards. Lesley bent forward to kiss him and as she did she lifted her hips up. His cock slipped out of her and a mixture of cum and her ejaculate poured out of her, dribbling over his balls.

Then, everyone except Lesley and Gina left the room.

"It's our turn now," Aldo announced.

He spoke to Mia and Rosa in Italian and they got up. Mia reached in and gave me a kiss then spoke in Italian to Aldo.

"She says that next time you come, you'll have to fuck her properly," he laughed.

"Tell her it's a deal!"

Aldo and I made our way to the room the other side of the mirror. Once inside I almost forgot that Gina was my prize for the evening, but I remembered just in time as Aldo made his way over to Lesley. Gina was lying on some cushions with her legs slightly apart. Her makeup was smudged and her expression was a little battle weary but she still looked fantastic and seemed excited at the prospect of one last fuck.

I climbed onto her missionary style and sunk my cock into Gina's gloriously lubricated vagina then kissed her on the mouth that I'd watched take six cocks that evening.

"I've been wanting you inside me all evening," Gina told me as I began to fuck her.

"You have the most exquisite body," I replied.

"Thank you," she giggled. "Fuck me hard, please."

It was an invitation I couldn't refuse.

I looked across to Lesley and saw that Aldo was already on top and fucking her too. His pudgy body bouncing against hers. Not only that, but the two of them were kissing passionately. I didn't know if it was because, at that moment, Lesley was so loved up she'd have let Quasimodo fuck her, or whether it was because she was able to separate the person from the act. Or perhaps it was because she genuinely liked Aldo. Whatever the reason she seemed to be enjoying herself.

Fucking Gina was like fucking a film star. I can't explain why, it just was. Her curvaceous body was built for sex. But it was her enthusiasm that made the difference. She took all that I had to offer, letting me go at her as hard as I dared to. I couldn't see Aldo as a fulfilling lover somehow and wondered how often she got to do something like this. Perhaps it was the reason she and Aldo held their swingers' evenings. It can't have been easy arranging six men and four women, plus finding a couple like us willing to participate. And their private playroom, with the one-way mirror and the video cameras must have cost a small fortune. I wondered how often it got used.

From behind I heard Aldo start to grunt. He'd probably been on a very short fuse, which had unfortunately just expired. Lesley giggled as he went through his apology then there was a short discussion followed by Aldo getting up and leaving the room for a moment. He came back with Mia and Rosa who immediately got to work occupying Lesley.

I'd already cum once and could have fucked Gina missionary style all night, but I knew that would have been selfish, so I slowed down to let us kiss some more.

"How would you like to do it next?" I whispered.

"I want to go on top," she giggled.

"Fine by me," I told her.

Gina straddled me with her silky-smooth legs. Her body was tanned except for the outline of a tiny pair of briefs she must have worn while sunbathing. Then she began to fuck me. Not gently but energetically. I reached up to play with her tits and massaged them gently.

"Slap them," she told me.

I'd never slapped a woman's breasts before. It wasn't in my nature to be rough, so I playfully slapped one of Gina's, but it wasn't enough for her.

"Harder," she told me, grinning.

It had taken a while but I'd learned that if a woman wanted you to be a bit rough with them, then it was best to give them what they asked for. I smacked both breasts in turn with the flat of my hand. The blows must have stung but Gina seemed to be enjoying it.

"Now squeeze them and twist my nipples," she ordered.

I didn't need to be told how hard this time and in response to me mauling her breasts, Gina bounced up and down on my cock like her life depended on it.

Looking over to Lesley I could see that Rosa was playing with her breasts while Mia's head was wedged firmly between Lesley's thighs. Aldo knelt beside them taking it all in.

When Gina began to tire from being on top I decided to indulge myself and fuck her like one of the previous guys had done, up against the mirror. I lifted her up, positioned her standing against the glass then grabbed her breasts and took her from behind. I hoped there was a camera pointed in my direction because I definitely wanted to savour the moment on video later.

I'd enjoyed fucking Gina so much however that, as my balls slapped against her thighs, I began to feel an orgasm coming. I didn't try to resist or hold out for longer I just gave in to the feeling and fucked Gina for all I was worth. It took a couple of minutes of intense physical fucking to get me there but, when I had, the two of us slumped against the mirror, spent.

Inevitably my cock went soft inside her and slipped out. When it did I guided Gina's slightly limp body to a spot next to Aldo and Gina and the four of us lay on our backs looking up at the ceiling, recovering. Mia and Rosa had already left the room by then, their role of occupying Lesley until Gina and I had finished, completed.

"I had a fantastic time," Lesley enthused as she lay there. "Thank you Aldo, thank you Gina."

"Actually," Aldo told Lesley. "After our guests have cum, Gina and I like to ask the young men who fucked you earlier whether any of them would like another go. Would you be interested in joining us?"

Lesley looked at me for approval. She was tired but I knew she couldn't resist a challenge.

"Why not," I offered.

Chapter 15

The taxi had waited patiently to take us back to the hotel and, after saying our goodbyes to Gina and Aldo, we set off back to the hotel, armed with two video tapes showing different angles of the evening's events. Lesley had swapped phone numbers with Gina but I rated our chances of seeing them again as even lower than those of seeing Andy and Felicity.

Lesley was feeling smug as she snuggled into me on the back seat of the taxi. I could tell she was pretty exhausted. She'd been fucked by eight guys in total that evening. It was a personal record for her and something that she would no doubt want to brag to Kate about when they saw each other next. Nevertheless, on the drive back she still wanted more information about Pamela. I could see it was important to Lesley that I liked her, which I did. I liked the way she looked, I liked her sense of humour and I particularly liked her tight little pussy, although I kept that to myself. That and the Blackfinch connection.

It was almost three o'clock, when we got back to the hotel. We tried to pay the taxi driver but was told that the bill had already been settled. So we gave him a generous tip.

As we waited for the hotel elevator I contemplated the bike ride ahead of us tomorrow. At least we didn't have anywhere definite to get to.

Opening the door to our hotel room I noticed an envelope had been pushed under the door. I assumed it was a copy of the bill we'd need to pay in the morning. But, on opening it, I discovered that it was in fact a telex from Colin MacGregor at Blackfinch, in London. These days I always tried let Blackfinch know where I was in case they needed to contact me. And now it appeared they did.

Like all of Mr MacGregor's communication, the telex was short and to the point. It contained all of the information necessary and nothing that wasn't.

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>>> DANIEL DAVIDSON TAKEN ILL IN JAMAICA

>>> HEART ATTACK

>>> REQUEST YOU BOTH COME TO KINGSTON ASAP

>>> PLEASE ACKNOWLEDGE RECEIPT

>>> COLIN MACGREGOR

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To be continued...

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I'd love to hear your comments and will try to reply to each one.

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