French Échangisme

French Échangisme

Oh, what an experience! Unfortunately, I can never tell our friends what happened. My wife and I have agreed we should remain discreet, however I'm compelled to record our tale, if not for posterity, at least for us to recall in our golden years. Consequently it's necessary that we remain anonymous, hence the adoption of a non-déplume. I just hope you'll not judge me too harshly about flouting convention. My only justification is that our exploits weren't only exhilarating, but they also enhanced our mutual understanding and strengthened our love. This is how it began.

On the long flight to Tahiti, Ashley slept with her head on my shoulder. It was only once we were airborne on this second flight that she finally allowed herself to relax. These last few days had been hectic with us both rushing to complete work and preparing our two girls for a week with her parents. This was the vacation I had been promising for several years. We both felt a little bit of luxury had well and truly been earned.

With the cabin lights dimmed and the constant hum of the engines, I was also lulled into closing my eyes. Before I fell asleep, I recalled how lucky I was. A loving wife, a happy family and a successful business. Ashley was the perfect partner. Not only was she passionate, tender and considerate, she'd opened my thinking to new ideas.

Being with Ash had made me cognizant that I had grown up blindly following the proscribed beliefs of my quite traditional parents. She was a free thinker who readily and kindly challenged any of my residual antiquated notions. We often were able to share a joke about my 'antediluvian predilection'. While I was now more open to reassessing habitual opinions or conventions, Ash couldn't resist being amused whenever she pointed out my obvious preconceptions. At least now it was becoming rare that I stumbled.

I woke from a deep sleep when the cabin lights were turned back on. My left arm remained numb from holding Ashley. Fortunately she also stirred and asked: "Are we almost there?"

In answer to her question, the public address system announced: "We will now be serving breakfast. We anticipate arrival at Tahiti-Faa'a International Airport in approximately one hour."

"Fletch, how long will we be in transit before our next flight?"

"It's meant to be a four hour layover," I replied.

"I hope it's not a puddle jumper."

"No, I think Air Tahiti uses 787 jets."

While we ate a simple breakfast it was evident that the sunrise was rapidly catching us from behind. It was fully light by the time we made our approach. As we looked out the left of the aircraft, we could see an emerald island dominated by steep mountains.

Once the plane had stopped at the terminal, the change in the air was obvious as soon as the cabin doors opened. Even though it was still early morning as we descended the stairs onto the black tarmac, we were instantly enveloped by soothing warm air. It finally sank in; our seven day vacation had commenced.

Through immigration and then check-in for our next flight, we proceeded to our boarding lounge. Most of our fellow passengers from the States must have been going elsewhere or remaining in Tahiti as we seemed to be the only ones heading for Raiatea. I just hoped I had made the right decision with my resort selection.

In the waiting area there were about twenty people, but they were mostly Polynesians. As we headed for some vacant seats, we approached another couple that had to be Europeans. They were unlike the typical American tourist in crushed t-shirts, cargo shorts, flip-flops and baseball caps. They could have graced the cover of my wife's Elle magazines. Their clothes were well fitted and stylish yet looked comfortable. My eyes naturally took in the woman although I tried not to be caught staring. Her clothing was simple and elegant, with only her white Lois Vuitton handbag and red lipstick as accessories. I deliberately looked away but knew I'd be checking her out again as soon as I could.

Once we were seated, I asked Ashley: "Can I get you anything?"

"I should be right ... I could kill for a good coffee."

I was also weighing up the benefits of strong coffee in improving my alertness when the European woman said: "There is a small bistro around that corner that serves coffee." She was smiling broadly at us with just that touch of empathy for fellow travelers. Her English was precise with just that hint of the breathiness of a French accent.

"Thank you," I said as I tried to capture her every feature. Then as her eyes sparkled back at me, I realized my gazing had become obvious.

She broke the stilted situation by explaining: "I was surprised that the coffee was quite good. Much better than some of the gritty sludge I have experienced on this trip."

My wife joined in the conversation by asking: "Have you been travelling very long."

Her partner who had initially been reading also joined the conversation: "This will be our fourth week of a nine week round the world vacation. We arrived from Nouméa last night and had to stay in a hotel in Papeete before continuing this morning." Although not as pronounced, he also spoke with that distinctive French inflexion. Soon we were all talking about where we'd come from and our families.

I wanted to hear everything about this couple, particularly the woman. The intonation of her voice was mesmerizing. It was many minutes later that I caught the stare from Ash to remind me of her need for coffee. As I stood up, I joked: "Well I should grab those coffees before my wife expires. Can I get something for you also?" I offered to the other couple.

"No thank you. We have had several already this morning," he replied.

When I returned with the coffee, my wife and the other woman were deep in conversation about some celebrities in the headlines. I didn't participate in the discussion; however I pretended to listen so that I could politely watch this French woman's expressive face.

She had dark brown hair braided neatly and brown eyes that seemed more prominent due to the pure white surrounds. I pondered whether it was the flex of her eyebrows or the widening of her eyes for emphasis that made them so expressive.

I had always considered Ashley to be the most beautiful woman I had ever met particularly due to her naturally wavy blonde hair and blue eyes. I had always perceived that brown hair and brown eyes were dull; now I wasn't so certain.

My eyes ran down to her button up blue blowse that modestly covered a good chest. The blowse perfectly complemented her dark blue pleated skirt that barely covered her knees as she crossed her slender legs. The opened toed blue shoes with flat heels were both functional and smart.

Her partner had returned to reading his book, although he must have also been listening as he often glanced up at Ash. I was conscious that they were of a similar age to us. If fact he was a similar build to me although while I had dark brown hair, his hair was lighter and showed the signs of sun bleaching to the tips.

When the announcement was made to board, I watched her graceful movements as she stood and held her partners arm. She was possibly an inch taller than Ash but had a very similar figure. Her slender waist certainly gave prominence to her chest.

By the time we gathered our bags and stood up, this couple were ready to move. Before they stepped away, she turned to both of us and said: "Have a good flight." He also smiled broadly to echo the same sentiment. We responded with similar comments.

We had been following, but through the boarding process, I lost sight of them. As I had no expectations of ever seeing them again, I was disappointed as I recalled her looks concluding that she'd been quite beautiful.

During the 45 minute flight to Raiatea I once again considered how blessed I had been that my wife chose me. Ash's attractiveness and personality made her well known to every guy when we'd been at college. Even the women seemed to like her due to her down to earth sincerity and consideration. She was just the type that everyone wanted to meet and spend time with.

I wouldn't have said this to her in quite this manner, but she may have exploited her popularity by having fun with select men. However she was always discreet. Unfortunately on one occasion her selection of suitor was poor. Soon everyone was hearing about his exploits at Ashley's expense. Eventually the stories filtered back to Ashley. Showing true courage, she confronted the braggart in front of dozens of people before a lecture. Loudly she announced: "Thank you for the shortest dalliance of my life. Not only was your manhood the shortest, but as you finished in a jiffy, I was able to catch up with friends so that I could still have a worthwhile evening." Her bravado only enhanced her reputation amongst a hoard of admirers.

The pressure on the braggart must have been enormous as I suspect he left the college as I can't recall seeing him again.

It was only in my final year that I had the chance to really get to know her. I was immediately entranced by her unassuming, generous personality. We enjoyed a wide range of conversations which she seasoned with a natural sense of humor. I immediately adored her. It was after our fourth brief meeting that I eventually roused sufficient pluck to ask her out on a date. That night went perfectly but I was still overwhelmed when she invited me back to her apartment.

Prior to Ashley, I had only been with one other girl. If I described these first encounters as being vanilla, it would be considered being generous. We were both inexperienced. This became all too obvious when I first lay with Ashley. Somehow, I must have done something right that night as Ashley persisted with me. Despite the steep learning curve in providing mutual pleasure, life couldn't have been better.

We were married a year later, and I have never doubted the wisdom of that decision.

Deplaning in Raiatea, we were greeted by happy Polynesian faces. Leis were placed around our necks and gorgeous flower had been woven into crowns for the women. Once we were identified in the crowd by the Resort staff, we were guided to a boat waiting for the transfer to our motu (island). Stepping into the cabin a crew member directed us to seats opposite our recent French acquaintances. Their smiles on seeing us were even broader than those worn by the Resort staff.

It was barely a 30 minute cruise to our motu, but we were totally captivated by the passing views. Each direction was like a postcard with green mountains and palms surrounded by shimmering blue water. Approaching the Resort we could see many overwater villas located over the lagoon, connected by wooden pathways on stilts. Before I could take in all the sites, we were escorted down the arrival jetty. On land, we were led past an outrigger canoe, through a huge bamboo archway, to reception.

After we shared mutual promises with our French friends that we'd catch up, we were hastened away to our cabin. As we remained on a path leading away from the overwater villas, Ash asked: "Where are we going?"

"I booked a beachside villa that has its own private pool. I thought it'd be quieter and allow us more rest."

We followed a pathway that ran beside the lagoon under the palms and well canopied trees. Around us was white sand broken by strips of landscaped lawn and flower beds full of tropical plants. We passed nine similar huts constructed using natural materials like palm fronds, bamboo, and wood. The last villa was to be ours.

While the villas looked rustic from the outside, this just accentuated the contrasting luxury inside. It was like three cabins with vaulted bamboo ceilings joined end to end. We entered over a broad verandah into the foyer cabin furnished with chairs and a desk. This linked the large bedroom with a king-size bed on the right, to a dining room/ kitchen with an additional sofa bed on the left. A separate bath and shower room was adjacent to the bedroom on the ocean side. Everywhere the décor was beautiful Polynesian detailing particularly on the doors and ceilings.

Although the villa had air-conditioning, the high ceiling and spaciousness allowed a pleasant natural airflow throughout. With the coffee maker, kettle, fridge and room service, we needn't leave the villa if we didn't want to. There were bathrobes and slippers and every bathroom product you could imagine.

About the sides of the villa was a tall stone wall that provided privacy for a yard containing another Polynesian style pergola, a plunge pool, two sunlounges and gardens overlooking the main lagoon.

After Ashley made a thorough investigation of every space, I knew I had scored an extra credit point when she smiled and delivered her typically facetious understatement: "It will do."

As our suitcases had been delivered, we unpacked quickly so that we could change our clothes and then just sit savoring a coffee.

"This is like a dream." Ash sighed. "This is really the first time since the children were born that we've been able to just relax ... and be ourselves. I intend to pack each day with fun, even if that just means doing nothing."

"Did my resort selection meets your high standards?"

"When you first said that you'd picked a place that wasn't Bora Bora, I thought you might be trying to save money. I now suspect this wasn't any cheaper. It's like a luxury vacation with no annoying tourists."

"We could stay in here and just relax if you want."

"We could ... but there is an island and lagoon that I want to explore."

After we relaxed, I noticed that Ashley started to nod off, so I suggested: "How about we have a stroll about the resort for orientation?"

Ashley went to the bedroom to fetch the straw hats she'd purchased. They were fedora shaped with broad brims. Somehow after being folded flat they promptly resumed their uncrushed shape. Properly adorned with hats, sunglasses, sandals and our light cotton clothing, we commenced our explorations.

After hearing numerous greetings from other guests, I realized that they were mostly European. We retraced our steps past reception, a tennis court and fitness center towards a multi-bayed oyster shaped pool. By the pool was a restaurant and bar which prompted Ashley to ask: "I feel it must be past lunch time. I'm still on Eastern time. What's the time here please?

"It's just after 1pm. I think we should have something to eat. Do you want alfresco or inside?"

"Its nice outside under the trees where we can still see the views."

We'd just selected the fresh fish of the day with salad and fruit when a group of eight people arrived at the pool. They were about our age, and I determined that they were Germans from their boisterous conversation. I naturally watched this distraction but then focused as each of the women jumped in the pool in just bikini bottoms. As they surfaced, my eyes were presented with an array of pointed breasts.

My attention was suddenly drawn back by Ash's: "Lovely view, isn't it Fletch?" Her tone oozed with irony. Then she declared: "I think the Europeans seem to have less hang ups than us." Her sense of approval didn't surprise me as she'd always held liberal carefree attitudes. She had little time for what she called prudish hypocrites that seemed to rejoice in judging others.

I had naturally considered that when she'd discarded her bra before changing that she was worried by the heat. Now I was pretty sure that she'd also be taking the opportunity to go topless. Strangely I was looking forward to seeing this as I was proud of her gorgeous figure and breasts.

We spent the afternoon back at the villa sending a few emails to family and then reading novels that we'd never quite had time to start. The breeze through the villa was relaxing and the sound of palms rustling was a soothing background noise. Still not quite acclimatized, we showered and changed for dinner. Ashley looked stunning in a plunging V-neck halter top dress that flared out from the waist, as she said: "to provide ventilation". The exposed skin of her back and shoulders seemed to shine in the heat.

We were seated in the main restaurant that was raised on log poles so that it was set in the trees. The sound of an artificial waterfall soothed the atmosphere. Through the trees and palms, we still had distant views of the nearby islands in the fading light.

Having just finished studying the menu, I looked up to see our French couple approaching. When they in return saw us, they excitedly came our way. I stood as they walked towards us with my attention focused on her. Like Ash, she wore a plant print halter tie backless dress but displayed even more skin. The edge of her rounded breasts caught my eyes as they swayed towards me.

As they stopped in front of us, I greeted them with: "I overheard that your names are Sylvie and André, however it's probably about time that I introduced ourselves. I'm Fletcher Harrison and my wife is Ashley. With friends we're just Fletch and Ash."

"Your hearing is correct. I am André Legrand and of course my wife, Sylvie."

With that Sylvie came forward and surprised me by kissing both of my cheeks before doing the same to Ashley. André followed kissing Ash, however when he looked at my face, he thrust out his hand in an exaggerated manner, which I eagerly grabbed. We all chuckled at my mild embarrassment.

Once we were all seated our conversation blossomed. There was barely any silence even when we ate. I was so interested in what they said, I probably didn't pay proper attention to the excellent meal. I noticed that André had no qualms in overtly complementing my wife.

At the same time, Sylvie paid close attention whenever I spoke. She seemed to readily laugh while always holding eye contact. After I finished a self-deprecating story from my early workdays, she laughed without restraint and patted my hand as if providing me with consoling empathy.

As I wondered how they could afford a nine week vacation, I asked André: "What sort of work do you do?"

"I'm a financial advisor. I started my own firm and now have five others working for me. It can be quite boring, so I don't really want to talk about it while on vacation. Sylvie is an agent immobilier."

I must have had a blank look as Sylvie said: "That is your real estate agent, but of course, I'm also on vacation. What about you?" She glanced at Ashley.

"I'm a photographer. Nothing fancy, just weddings, school portraits and that sort of thing."

I then concluded: "I have my own business with 14 employees. We fabricate a wide range of steel and alumina products ... and I don't really want to talk about it while on vacation." We all had a chuckle in agreement.

After having dessert and at least two coffee refills, I knew we couldn't prolong our gathering at the table any longer. We were now at the last occupied table, and the staff were well into setting up for breakfast.

Ashley had previously indicated that she wanted a long sleep in, so we explained it was time we returned to our villa. This time when we did our farewells, I was better prepared to also kiss Sylvie on both of her cheeks. However, again I was surprised as I felt the warmth of her body that she snuggled against me. As we broke apart, I turned to Ash, worried that I had been too forward only to see that André was still holding her in a companionable hug.

We planned to slowly stroll back to our villa, however André and Sylvie seemed to be following us. They joked that they didn't want to leave us, but then they confessed that their villa was next to ours. Again, we wished them goodnight at their door.

Inside our villa, Ash explained: "I just want to sit in the pergola and look at the reflections on the lagoon."

"I'll join you. Do you want a cold water as I'm getting one?"

"That would be nice. Thanks."

When I returned, Ash informed me: "Sylvie and I arranged that we'd meet at the pool as we can then lunch at that al fresco restaurant we were at today. She suggested we snorkel in the afternoon at what they call the Coral Garden."

"That sounds fine."

"They're a nice couple, don't you agree?"

"Yes, they're fun." I then recalled Sylvie's eyes and her figure. I couldn't recall any other woman that interested me anywhere as much as my wife. She was beautiful but was also gifted with a scintillating personality. Unlike many women she seemed unconscious of her beauty. Talking was natural and easy as she lacked any hint of insincerity or excessive gushiness. Insincerity was what I hated about many of my dates in my single days.

It then occurred to me; why was I recalling dates from my past? She was a married woman. I was married. We were all married. How did our relationship so rapidly appear so intimate. Somehow, we'd struck a mutual chord of understanding and empathy with these strangers. I had never experienced this before even with our longest friends.

I was still puzzling over it when Ash joined me in bed, but as soon as she cuddled her warm naked body against mine, my thoughts focused on just one thing.

Ash had one leg draped over my thigh, enabling her to press her crotch against me. Not only did I feel her warmth, I also detected dampness against my thigh. She placed her head on my chest and shoulder as her finger nails aimlessly sketched over my body. When her hand reached my penis, she let out a joyous gurgle. I was already rock hard. I'm sure this was partially the result of my previous musings about Sylvie.

"Somewhat eager, are we?" she jested.

I squeezed her tightly against me with my left arm and then started stroking her breasts and sides as I responded: "Always. You'll recall that I have never said no. Isn't it perfect that we can lie here and know we won't be called away by a cry in the night."

"Yes. Just perfect. I plan to sleep a long time tonight ... after you've done your duty."

After contemplating what she meant, I slid from under her and started kissing her body ... progressively from her neck ... to her stomach and between her hips. As she spread her thighs I kissed and licked just enough to tease.

To really ensure her pleasure, I positioned myself so that I could lie between her legs. I leaned down and confirmed that she was already well lubricated. I wondered if she'd also been having naughty thoughts or maybe it was just the result of our relaxed state.

It was always easy to make Ash climax with oral. I had just buried my face between her swollen lips using my tongue to please her and savor the nectar when she touched my head and indicated: "I'm ready ... just come in."

Always compliant when given such orders, I crawled over her body and probed forward. I carefully pressed in and was soon engulfed within her tight warm muscles. She arched up to ensure I pushed in all the way. Her soft strong body beneath me guided my rhythm that soon had us both losing all restraint and happily climaxing with what seemed like little effort.

While it was surprisingly a quick copulation, it was just right. It was as if our bodies instinctively knew what was needed for this perfect harmony. It was an obvious affirmation of our understanding and love.

Feeling completely sated; I was soon asleep.

Sometimes the line between a happy dream and awakening can be blurred. I don't know how long it took before I realized that warm wet pressure about my morning erection was my wife's mouth. Her ministrations to the head of my penis and her swallowing of my shaft, induced an unrecognizable groan from my body.

I was barely conscious of the bright sun as I was distracted by an urgent need. With both hands about my cock, my wife was now staring at me assessing my readiness. Taking charge, she moved one leg, then the next and straddled her body over me. Holding herself upright, she grasped my swollen member and slowly slid her body down to engulf me. As she placed her hands on my chest, I lay still as she slowly rode a few strokes. She then leant back, supporting herself with her hands on my knees. This enabled her to slide back and forth slowly as I watched myself disappear and then almost reemerge.

I wasn't complaining as the fervor grew within me. I had no objections that my cock was now being exploited for her wanton satisfaction. Having found the right orientation, Ash threw her head back frantically in exuberant expectation.

Once I started thrusting upwards, she swung herself forward placing her hands back on my chest. As my movement was obviously too slow, she squatted so that she could impale herself down on me with rapid flexes of her back and hips. She was now racing like a jockey in the final furlong. As I was pounded into the mattress, I held my hands on her hips to provide some stability.

Before me, her breasts were bouncing enticingly close to my face. I was now worried that I might blow too soon, so I grabbed her breasts so I could tweak her nipples. This was guaranteed to advance her pending climax. All too soon we both exploded and squirmed. I groaned loudly as she cried out her pleasure. She collapsed over me and spasmed as I pulsed successive after shots inside her.

With calmness almost restored, she continued squeezing, sending successive tingles up my spine. I tightly cuddled her as we regained our breath, before sharing a long sloppy kiss.

After drawing a breath, I instinctively declared: "I love you."

"I love you too." Followed by adoring looks, she continued: "We'd better get a move on. You know it's about 10."

I didn't want her to move, but eventually Ash raised herself and grabbed some tissues before walking to the bathroom. I took my time to allow my energy to return and wandered to the bathroom where she was showering. I leant against the basin so I could peruse her wet body as rivulets of water cascaded over her curves. She brushed her hands over her skin further stimulating pleasure through the visual cortex in my brain. I again rejoiced at my good fortune.

I waited for Ashley to finish before I showered and shaved. I dressed in swim shorts worn under cotton shorts, a light cotton shirt, sandals, and grabbed my hat to find Ash was still getting ready. Finally she decided to grab a canvass tote bag so she could carry her sunscreen, book and all the essentials a woman needs when going to the pool. She wore her stunning blue bikini with cheeky bottoms under a blue and white floral kimono cover up and matching sandals. Today she'd gathered her hair in a ponytail. She then donned the mandatory straw hat and large sunglasses.

About the pool, the sunlounges with umbrellas adjacent were lined up in rows. Towels were provided on a couple of trolleys. We grabbed some towels and selected lounges where we had a good view over the comings and goings as well as the lagoon and the large island beyond. There were already two other women topless sunbathing. I removed my shorts and shirt and lay back to watch proceedings and as expected, Ash removed her kimono and bikini top before lying back down on her towel.

As she started applying sunscreen, I rather opportunistically asked: "Can I help?"

To my disappointment, she replied: "I'll just do my front and legs. If you can do my back, that would be great."

Just as I watched her lather the sunscreen over her breasts, I caught sight of André and Sylvie. Sylvie's over the shoulder length dark hair was loose under a broad brimmed hat and whisked about by the light breeze. She wore a long cover-up and also carried a bag.

They greeted us and after enquiring how we slept, they surprisingly selected sunlounges on either side of us. André was next to Ash while Sylvie settled on my other side, to the left.

Just then Ash said: "I'm ready for you to do my back now."

After applying a liberal quality of cream from her shoulders to the back of her legs, I returned to my lounge to find Sylvie lying back topless. She was staring straight out into the distance with her arm nearest me behind her head. This posture just accentuated the perkiness of her conical breasts that were prominent above her flat stomach. As she wasn't looking at me and apparently didn't care, I made a thorough inspection. Her skin held a healthy glow with no imperfections. The only blemish was the small white strap of her bikini bottom crossing high on her hip.

A surge started to build inside me. I couldn't look away even though I felt guilty. It was the same feeling I had when I studied old Penthouse magazines as a boy. In fact, Sylvie was more enticing than any of those old centerfolds. She was slim and curved perfectly.

I must have been distracted by wicked thoughts as I failed to detect her turning towards me. Too late I looked up and recognized from her smile that I had been caught. I had intended to display maturity and sophistication regarding European dress norms, but once again it was like being a naughty schoolboy caught in the act by his mother.

Embarrassed, I abruptly turned the other way towards my wife. Ash was looking over her sunglasses and her smile confirmed that I had been caught out. At least her amusement suggested I hadn't upset her.

My introspection was interrupted by a request from my left: "Would you also mind spreading cream on my back?" In less than a second, my head must have spun back to Sylvie and then immediately back to Ash. Detecting just a faint nod, I answered with false confidence: "Sure thing."

Sylvie rolled onto her stomach and handed me a bottle. In the most blasé manner I could muster, I efficiently spread the cream over her back and legs. Even though my hand deliberately didn't dwell, I was enthralled by the soft smooth texture of her skin. I lightly spread the cream on the exposed areas of her shapely butt as flashes of erotic visions invaded my thoughts.

After handing the bottle back to Sylvie, I promptly sat down only to hear an indignant: "What about my front?" as she rolled back upright. Giving me a bland expression, she continued: "Now that you are seated ... ne vous inquiétez pas. I can do the remainder."

Unexpectedly bewildered by her comment and my preoccupied musings, I calmly lay back pretending that everything was serene. Once my breathing steadied and I was convinced that everything was normal, I glanced to my right and caught a look of mirth on my wife's face as she studiously tried to ignore me.

I could feel I was becoming the center of attention. I needed a break to collect my composure. My solution was to stand up and stride to the pool. Diving in to hide my embarrassment, I was immediately diverted by the relative warmth of the water. After a few strokes I relaxed and knew I could forget whatever had been going on ... at my expense. A few minutes of hard swimming was enough for me to need a break.

As I climbed out of the pool and grabbed a towel, I heard the others discuss whether it was time for lunch. Once I was dry, I deposited my towel on the courtesy trolly, put on my shorts and shirt and waited for the ladies to reattach their bikini tops and dress in their cover-ups. Sylvie took the lead and grabbed my arm to direct me to a table in the shade.

I remained mostly quiet as I savored my Quiche Lorraine and salad that was laced with tropical fruit. Ash had been asking André about where they lived and Paris after which Sylvie started discussing plans.

Turning to me she asked: "I suggested to Ash that it might be interesting to snorkel over what they call the Coral Garden. Would that interest you Fletch?"

"Well it must be mandatory to take a closer look when there is so much coral about us. The only problem is that we didn't bring any equipment for snorkeling."

"Oh, that is no problème. We can obtain equipment at the Activity Center."

"Everything is very close. The location is just in that entrance to the lagoon," André explained pointing to our north.

After lunch, we strolled casually to the Activity Center. The ambiance of the Resort insisted that nothing was to be rushed. Sylvie walked by my side as the others followed. She then leaned against me and while holding onto my arm she quietly asked: "Have you snorkeled before Fletch?"

"Yes ... but it was some time ago. Ash and I did some snorkeling when we holidayed in the Florida Keys just after we married."

"I have never been snorkeling before. Would you be able to assist me in getting started?

"Of course. I'm sure you won't find it very hard."

"Perhaps you could just watch out for me ... at least at the beginning." Her request was said with the most beguiling smile. All I could do was smile back and nod in confirmation as she clasped my arm tightly as if needing my security.

At the Activity Centre we discovered a range of activities that were available depending on our energy levels. We committed to taking a tour of the larger Taha'a island on Wednesday. Then there was lengthy discussion mainly between the girls, after which they agreed that we should book a trip tomorrow to visit an uninhabited motu just to the north. We'd be taken there by boat, given a brief tour before being left on our own with a hamper lunch.

We then collected our masks and snorkels. They also gave us plastic sandals to wear to protect our feet and encouraged us to try and only walk on the sandy areas to avoid causing damage to the coral. It was for this reason that fins were discouraged.

While Sylvie and André were examining some coral displays, Ash discreetly guided me outside to sit under one of their huge palms. I knew she wanted to talk, so I waited uneasily expecting to be reprimanded for my obvious staring.

"You do realize Fletch; they are French. Flirting is just a sport for them. Don't act so uptight when Sylvie touches you. We're here to enjoy ourselves and relax. I know you'd never run off with her and she'd laugh at the suggestion anyway. If you take a few liberties with her, I won't mind."

I was stunned so simply said: "Really!"

"Yes, really. You probably have been too distracted to notice I have also received my share of flirting from André. I'm quite enjoying the attention, and it is reassuring to know that I can still be attractive to other men,"

"Of course you're attractive," I hastily affirmed.

"And so is Sylvie," she replied with an impish look of expectation.

Are we ready to go? André asked as they joined us. With our equipment in hand, we turned back up the path to the Coral Garden.

Once we were at the beach, we could see through the crystal clear water channel that separated us from the motu to the north. I recognized there was a gentle current caused by the tides as the water flowed back into the lagoon from the open ocean. I therefore suggested: "Why don't we go a hundred yards to our left, then we can drift with the current to observe the coral."

The girls settled their bags under a palm, and once again removed their cover ups and their bikini tops before attaching their sandals. Once I had stripped to just my swimmers, I turned and noted that André was wearing tight-fitting swim trunks. They were like Speedos. It was then obvious that Ash had also focused on his skimpy swimwear as she unconsciously licked her lips.

I had my own distractions as I gave some very basic instructions to Sylvie on the use of the snorkel while trying to keep my eyes on her face. It was only when she wasn't looking that I scrutinized her figure and taut abdomen muscles.

I suspected she already knew what to do, but despite that she asked me to stay beside her. In response, Ash jovially chirped: "You know what that means, André; you'll have to accompany me."

I led us as we waded into the water where there was a sandy stretch. When it was about four feet deep, I grabbed Sylvie's hand. We then dipped our heads underwater and floated away.

Besides the colorful corals in all shapes, there were plenty of fish. Most of them I couldn't name, however there were more colored fish than plain silver. I could identify clownfish that were playing in the anemones. We continued drifting as I pointed out some giant clams to Sylvie.

Eventually we came to another sandy section so I pulled her so we could stand up. She popped up and we both pulled off our masks so we could talk. Before I could say anything, she jumped into me and gave me a hug declaring: "C'est magnifique!"

As I became unbalanced, I instinctively wrapped my arms about her waist. I was conscious of her breasts pressing into my chest. Whatever I had planned to say was lost as I enjoyed the sensation of her slippery warm body squashing against me. Remembering Ash's suggestion that I enjoy myself, I continued holding her beyond a greeting hug. Sylvie acknowledged my simmering fervor with raised eyebrows and an encouraging smile.

I could see the others still submerged below the water as I continued grinning broadly. Eventually I felt a qualm of guilt, so I decided to release my hold.

"Wasn't it all beautiful ... and colorful," Sylvie gushed. "Look down now! All those yellow fish are gathering about our feet."

"I think they're the lemonpeel angelfish. I recognize them from a brochure."

Ash and then André emerged ten yards from us. The girls immediately started discussing the various wonders they'd seen to the disguised amusement of André and myself. I suggested we could float for another quarter of an hour by just drifting with the current. This was agreed so we all returned to gaze at the splendor beneath us.

Once the water became deeper and the coral less abundant, we swam and walked back to the shore. Deciding that we needed to limit our sun exposure, we trekked back to our belongings to redress. After returning the equipment, we then arranged a time to meet for dinner before returning to our villa.

That evening was to be the Polynesian night in the main restaurant. It was advertised to be entertainment from traditional dancers with a French Polynesian buffet. We were promptly seated early to ensure we had a good table to see the show. The table was rectangular with Ash on my right on a long side, Sylvie on an end to my left, and André at the opposite end. This allowed us all to view the stage.

Our ladies once again looked stunning. Ash had braided her hair and wore a pink and white daisy print high waisted Cami dress. With its high waist and spaghetti straps, it perfectly framed her ripe breast. As this couldn't be worn with a bra, I wondered whether her nipples would become obvious. Sylvie was even more daring but of course still stylish. Her hair was gathered loosely and held by a colorful red and green scrunchie that matched her dress. This was in fact in two pieces. It had a gathered bust with elastic ruching also supported by spaghetti straps. Her skirt was a wrap-around that I noticed allowed her leg to be exposed when she sat.

Our table was decorated with a bowel of Tahitian gardenias; what the locals call Tiare flowers. Although the girls had previously seen them in our leis and their flower crowns, they couldn't resist picking them up to smell their fragrance.

While we waited, we enjoyed Mai Tai which had some rum and lots of tropical fruit.

Eventually the maître d' invited us to help ourselves to the buffet as the dances would soon begin. Of course the selection of seafood, chicken, pork, vegetables, salads and fruit was more than we could politely fit on our plates. Our wine had been served, and we'd just begun eating when our attention was called to the stage area on the deck.

The master of ceremonies was a tall well developed warrior in traditional costume that didn't conceal his muscular limbs. I noticed the girls exchange looks indicating their approval of his appearance. He explained that he intended to acquaint us with the traditions and stories behind each of the dances.

At the rear of the performance area, other men appeared with drums, flutes, conch shells and ukuleles to provide the dance music and accompaniments.

The performers all wore a variety of colorful and creative costumes. They were made from grass, palms, tropical flowers, mother of pearl, seas shells, feathers, and of course those strategically placed coconuts on the girls.

The first dance was the 'Ori Tahiti, which our warrior compere explained was different to the Hula. To the rhythm of the drums, the colorfully dressed women appeared in their died red grass skirts with Tiare flowers garlanded in their hair and about their necks. They swayed their hips and spread their arms into intricate movements.

Each dance introduced us to a different aspect of Polynesian culture. The women were replaced by a rapid dance by the men. When the women returned, they were in a different costume with large headdresses. This change continued until we saw half a dozen performances each with its own distinctive costume.

At the end, our warrior compere invited ladies from the audience to join some of their woman doing the 'Ori Tahiti. Of course there was no immediate response, but I could see that Ash and Sylvie were silently asking each other if they should join in. Ash made her decision as she grabbed two flowers from the bowel and carefully placed one behind each ear before standing to join the women dancers. Sylvie followed seconds later, also with flowers adorning both ears.

I wondered about the flowers. I knew that wearing on one side meant you were married while on the other, you were available. I assumed that Ash couldn't remember which was which so had chosen to wear two to avoid an error.

While the compere distracted the audience with a story, the dancers took our partners and another two brave women away for preparation. In the interim, a Polynesian couple performed a very rapid dance together. As I watched this performance my mind wandered as I thought about the girls.

When the volunteer ladies returned, they quickly shimmied into position. They were all dressed in the decorated red grass skirts with broad red bands tied tightly as bikini tops. They wore flowers garlanded about their necks and their hair had been brushed out straight. Of course they were barefoot.

One Polynesian woman stood out in front with the four volunteers behind in a box formation so they could follow the leader. Ash and Sylvie were in front and wore broad smiles. I suspected this was required by their instructions.

Surprisingly the volunteers didn't look too bad as they gently swayed and conformed to the arm movement of their leader. All the women looked attractive and were focused on their part. Ash and Sylvie were slenderer than the other two volunteers, so their movements seemed just a little more lissome.

The volunteers inexperience only became obvious towards the end when the tempo changed, and they tried the rapid hip movement of the Polynesian women. However by this time they'd already captured the appreciation of the audience that heartily roared when they finished.

It was another fifteen minutes before we saw the girls again still wearing the flowers behind both ears. Of course they needed some time to change. They blamed their delay on the need to socialize and share some local pineapple flavored rum with their Polynesian hosts.

By now, the small band of ukuleles and drums had been replaced by a DJ. Already several couples were dancing on the deck that was previously the stage. Once the girls had finished telling us all about the intricacies and the meaning of their movements, I decided it was time to ask Ash for a dance. As I'm normally a reluctant dancer, she was surprised but eagerly accepted my offer.

Ash melted into my arms and totally relaxed against me as we rotated slowly to some love tune from the movie South Pacific. She seemed to just want to be close and chummy with her head resting against my cheek. We didn't even break apart or talk as we continued accompanied by several different tunes.

I was about to suggest we return to our seats when the music of 'Some Enchanted Evening' began. Ash pulled me back and I listened to the lyrics. Emile sang: 'For all through your life you may dream all alone. Once you have found her, never let her go.' At that moment, Ash looked at me and we kissed passionately.

Atypically, this public display of affection didn't embarrass me at all. It just seemed right; in this environment, love demanded to be openly displayed.

Our emotions were mutual as we simultaneously said: "I love you," before sharing a giggle of reassurance. We decided to take a break from dancing, so I held her hand as we returned to our table.

Sylvie and André had also returned. We all ordered another tall cocktail, partly for the refreshing juice and partly because we just wanted our good vibes to continue. Two conversations broke out. Sylvie started telling me more details about their trip; André was telling Ash about the natural wonders they'd seen and how he wanted to visit the many national parks in the US.

Sylvie had moved her chair closer, allowing her exposed leg to touch my skin below my shorts. She was leaning towards me to talk. She then asked: "Have you ever wanted to visit France?"

"Of course," I replied. "Naturally, I want to see all the tourist attractions in Paris, but I'd be even more interested in the countryside. I'd like to just spend time getting to know the people, understand the culture, sample the different cuisines and of course the wine."

"Perhaps you would also enjoy some of the beaches. We have friends that live in Béziers. They took us to a nearby nudist beach. It was so liberating to shed all those inhibitions and simply enjoy the sun, sand and water. Perhaps you would like to go also?"

This wasn't what I had expected so I considered how to answer.

"You would not need to be embarrassed. Tu es très beau," Sylvie added.

I knew just enough French to appreciate her compliment so felt compelled to respond: "Thank you for the undeserved flattery but you're more than beautiful."

"Oh. You have been looking at me, have you?" was her facetious rejoinder.

I smiled before adding: "There was so much of you unveiled, you were hard to ignore. However the vision was both pleasing to my eyes and to my spirit." I then hoped that I had not been too forward, however her face told me that my compliment had been well received.

"Fletch," André interrupted. "I hope you don't mind but I desperately need to dance with your beautiful wife. If I do not take this opportunity, I will regret a missed privilege to dance with such a light footed angel."

I didn't need to answer as I could see that Ash immediately stood to follow. As she departed, it was obvious she was pleased by the tribute before she gave me a look that showed a mix of surprise and excitement.

As I turned back to Sylvie, her raised eyebrows indicated she'd also like to dance. Words weren't necessary as I grabbed her hand and led her onto the deck.

As I turned to her, Sylvie drew close to me and molded herself to my body. We didn't bother holding hands. Mine were flat against the skin of her bare back. Hers were wrapped around my neck. Her body heat emanated through her light clothing.

We were barely moving; however it was enough for her to guide me with her body to the far side of the deck where it was darker. Even so she still mesmerized me with her glowing eyes as if we were in a deep conversation. While I didn't dare look elsewhere, I was still conscious that her perky breasts were rubbing my chest. This closeness was as intimate as I'd been with Ash.

I was blissfully enjoying being with another woman confident that Ash wouldn't object. This uncharacteristic behavior felt risqué and quite stimulating. I was enjoying myself.

Then I felt more. She shifted her hip to rub into my groin. My penis had already swollen, but now I could feel the blooming of a full blown erection. Her smirk told me she knew exactly what she was doing and that my response had become obvious. I couldn't deny that the arousal wasn't exhilarating. In fact the wickedness of the situation reminded me of the feeling from a persistent sex dream.

My heart was pumping faster and involuntarily my hands rubbed all over her back before settling on her soft butt. I decided that if I'd allowed things to progress too far already, it couldn't be any worse if I pressed her crotch harder against mine.

Having amused herself by watching my facial expressions change from shock to bliss, Sylvie eventually leant her head against my cheek and entwined herself against me. We moved and rotated just enough to pretend we were dancing, however for me it was the closest thing to sex I'd ever experience with another woman since I married ... a beautiful woman ... an exciting temptress.

Once or twice, I glimpsed Ash and André dancing closely and talking, but they were not nearby and weren't interested in what we were up to.

The number of couples dancing had reduced from about twenty to just four when the DJ wished us good night. Holding Sylvie's hand, I led her back to our table. On joining the others, rather than sit, we all decided it was time to return to our villas. With André arm in arm with Ash leading the way, I followed with my arm about Sylvie as she cuddled into me.

We all remained silent as we strolled down the path in the moonlight until we had to separate. As Ash was thanking André for a delightful evening, Sylvie threw her arms around my neck and gave me a full and lengthy passionate kiss. I was now becoming used to the spontaneous familiarity of Sylvie, so I obligingly welcomed her favors. Unsurprisingly André reciprocated with his own kiss for my wife.

Back at our own villa, Ash adjourned to the pergola. I collected two bottles of water from the fridge and joined her. Initially I sat quietly recalling the evenings proceedings while noting the ripples over the plunge pool before gazing up at the star filled sky.

After respecting the grandeur of the universe, I broke the silence: "You girls picked up the dancing very quickly. If it wasn't for your blonde hair, I think you could have pretended to be a Polynesian maiden."

"Ha ha ... I suspect I'd only fool someone who had consumed a few too many Mai Tais." The idea made us both chuckle light heartedly. "You seemed to enjoy yourself."

"Yes ..." I hesitated and then thought I'd best confess all. "Sylvie is quite forward and likes touching. I'm not certain if that is normal for French flirting."

"Did she rub her hand over your penis?" she indifferently asked as if enquiring about the weather.

"Not exactly. It was more that she guided her hips and body to target my erection."

"Did you play with her breasts?"

"No, but she pressed herself against me."

"Did you enjoy it then?"

"I suppose I did. I didn't really have a choice, and I didn't think you'd mind."

"I don't mind. As I told you outside the Activity Centre, enjoy taking a few liberties. André and I also danced closely. I didn't go for his cock, but he did casually brush his hands over my breasts. My nipples were on fire, and I must admit, I'd have enjoyed receiving even more attention."

Ash was always open with her desires and liked sharing her thoughts with me, so I wasn't surprised by what she confessed. I was just uncertain where this was all heading.

She continued: "I know I can rely on you to love me, protect me and say I'm attractive when I need a boost, but it's nice to receive independent confirmation. I'm always saying you really are a hunk, but how did you feel having Sylvie focus her attention and body on you? Was it good for your ego?"

"Very! It's almost a fantasy ... I just don't want to go too far ... and upset you."

"Don't worry. I don't think things will go much further, but let's give ourselves permission to touch and kiss without guilt."

"Really?"

"Only if you're happy with the idea. That doesn't mean that anything more will happen." I nodded back. She looked carefully at me, gauging my reaction before clarifying. "Another way of putting it is, everything is okay except oral sex and fucking."

I'm sure my eyes almost exploded as I tried to absorb those limits. In response, I swallowed and almost confidently said: "Okay ... no oral and no fucking." I could tell that Ash was aroused as she never used the vulgarity of fucking unless she was thinking about it.

"That's enough about them. I have been aroused all night. Let's get to bed."

This wasn't unexpected and matched my desires exactly.

We were soon cuddling and kissing on the massive king sized bed. In my enthusiasm, we rolled about a couple times as we were lost in our embrace. I took the time to rub and caress every part of her body. My hand mapped her curves and folds for my memory and, wickedly I thought, for comparison, if the opportunity presented itself.

I cupped then squeezed her breasts before teasing her nipples for my mouth. At the same time, my penis was wrapped and caressed by her hand. All her stroking and squeezing wasn't really necessary foreplay as I was rampant and ready.

We were now on our sides. I was holding Ash against me with my left arm under her waist. That still gave me one hand to roam up her spine as we kissed almost continuously. She had an arm under my head, which allowed our chests to press as flat as her breasts permitted.

The room was dark and with my eyes closed, I momentarily recalled Sylvie's breasts against me. Strangely at that moment, I felt Ash's thigh between my legs pressing my upturned erection ... just the same way Sylvie had toyed with me. I could almost be doing this with that chocolate colored haired French delicacy. Oh what would it be like to actually fuck her?

I was now beyond just playing. I grabbed the leg of this woman against me and pulled it over my hip exposing her moist folds to my fingers. With perfect understanding, she opened herself fully and we pressed together, my shaft slipping inside its perfect fitting haven. Instantly our long understood rhythm of thrust and withdrawal developed. This was accompanied by stolen wet kisses between hastened breathing.

Could being with Sylvie ever be this exquisite?

Initially I'd moderated our pace to lengthen the pleasure, but I was already sensing the growing tension and warning of impending climax. My partner's enthusiasm was also evident, so surrendering to my own impatience, my thrusting became serious.

Holding her bottom, I pulled her against me as my need was to reach as deep as I could. A sheen of sweat intensified the contact between us as my senses were over stimulated. I could hear panting beside my ear followed by breathy repetitive moans of: "Yes ... yes ... yes."

Then without any sense of control, I arched into her and released the tension with spurts of juice accompanied by her vociferous outcry of pleasure and quivering. We held each other desperately as we panted and rejoiced in the flood of hormones.

It was only as I perceived some sense of recovery that I told myself that it was reprehensible to be still thinking about Sylvie. I almost felt disloyal, but I was aware it had somehow increased the intensity of our love making. Ruefully, I concluded that if I was honest, it would be more accurate if I admitted that it had increased the intensity of our lust.

Fortunately the exhaustion of our vigorous copulation abated any further regret. I was soon asleep with Ash still bound by my arms.

In the morning we were still entwined. As soon as I cracked my eyes open and perceived my gorgeous wife smiling at me, any lingering thought of Sylvie vanished.

"Good morning Sleepy," Ash happily chirped. "How did you sleep?"

"Like a log," I mumbled. "However ... can I ask you to roll off my arm. I think it's totally numb."

Ash sat up and then said: "How about you roll onto you other side and I'll spoon in behind you." We lay like this for another half hour as I roused my brain into action. I considered making love to my wife again, but as she cuddled rather than fondled, I just let lethargy take control.

After showering and dressing, we made our way to breakfast. Sylvie and André weren't about, but we'd arranged to meet them at the Jetty at 11am. We just had enough time to return to our villa and enjoy a coffee as we tried to catch up on some reading of the many books we'd brought.

At the appointed time, Ash handed me her filled tote bag to carry. I'm sure we were over prepared with extra tops, towels, sunscreen and Ash's necessities. Although the Resort was providing the hamper with drinks for our trip to the motu, I grabbed four bottles of water from the fridge just in case.

Sylvie and André joined us at the jetty just as the speed boat arrived. The girls were dressed like the previous day. Of course André had also been tasked to carry a full bag of essentials.

Our Captain and guide introduced himself as Manahau. He gave us a quick run-down of the plan and then I helped him lift the cane hamper into the boat.

There were two bench seats in the speed boat. As I was already in the boat with the hamper, I sat on the rear seat. Unsurprisingly, Sylvie joined me leaving the front seat for André and Ash. Somehow it just seemed quite natural this new coupling arrangement. While the seat could probably hold three people, Sylvie moved in close.

While the boat had a large outboard engine, we progressed across the lagoon at only a fast walking pace. While Manahau was seated in front of us we could easily hear as he started an explanation about the formation of Taha'a, the coral reefs, the motus and the lagoon.

As we progressed slowly, Manahau stopped occasionally to point out some aquatic creature or distinctive coral outcrop. When one of these was close by on our starboard side, Sylvie had to brace her hand on my thigh as she leaned across to get a better view.

Once we passed the feature, she seemed quite comfortable keeping her hand on my thigh. In fact she curled her hand deeper and higher up my leg. She continued scanning the scenery, however with every circuit, she more than glanced at my face to deliver an unabashed smile. Recognizing this as a challenge and an opportunity, I wrapped my left arm about her shoulders and pulled her close to my body.

As we approached our uninhabited motu, Manahau slowed down to a crawl as he navigated a narrow channel through the coral. Once he slowly embedded the bow into some sand, he asked André and me to help in pulling the boat a few feet further up the beach. After we assisted the girls to disembark, we grabbed the bags and unloaded the cane hamper. Everything was then carried 20 yards to a small, roofed structure that sheltered a typical picnic table and benches.

The small motu was shaped like an arrowhead, only 150 yards long and 80 yards wide at its base which faced the ocean to the west. One third of the motu at the western end was a sand dune covered with a variety of grasses while the remainder was covered in palms and other local trees. This vegetation was amazingly lush for a windswept island; however it certainly gave the feeling of isolation from the rest of the world.

Manahau was quite gregarious in manner. After showing us what had been included in the hamper, he continued his talk about the island and its vegetation. As he led us about the island, he became quite effusive about some of the plants explaining how his ancestors found a use for almost everything. After fifteen minutes he departed, having promised that he'd return in three hours.

"Well I'm not ready to eat as yet," André declared. "Why don't we have another look at the beach over there?"

Ash supported the suggestion adding: "Well Manahau did say that it was a gentle slope out to the deeper water. It'd be nice to swim where we don't have to stand on coral."

With the decision obvious, we each grabbed a towel and left the bags with the hamper. There was no concern for security with no one else around and visibility for miles in most directions.

Just above the beach were several tussocks of grass where we each dropped our towels. I removed my sandals, straw hat and sunglasses followed by my shirt.

Next to me, Sylvie had removed her cover up revealing her white bikini. Next, she removed her hair tie before saying: "This is our chance for complete liberation." As she secured my attention, she removed her bikini top followed by her bottom. I immediately noticed the lack of pubic hair, just like my Ash. Just before she turned to stride towards the water she challenged: "Don't be prudes. Let's enjoy nature."

I remained motionless as I stared at her perfect silhouette as she walked away swaying her tight rounded butt cheeks. I only emerged from my trance by the flash of a naked Ash with hair flying in the breeze. She skipped past me without comment.

I turned to André who was also standing in his tight swimming trunks. He shrugged his shoulders before dropping his pants. Feeling quite conspicuous in my clothing, I followed their example and with false confidence strode after the group that had stopped twenty paces away to see if I would follow.

While Ash was suppressing a giggle at my discomfort, I noticed an appreciative expression as Sylvie studied me intently. As I joined them, my wife grabbed my left hand just before Sylvie locked onto my right. André was holding Ash's other hand as we all advanced together into the water.

As the water rose over my legs I was delighted by the temperature. The absence of any chill and the gentle slapping from waves barely a foot high was invigorating. The sand was gradual, so it was some distance before we reached waist deep water. I then broke from the chain and dived in.

I swam a few strokes and then turned around to return. Looking at the pair of bare breasted mermaids before me, I detected no embarrassment. Sylvie had been correct. Strangely, I did feel liberated without clothes, but then I did not have to deal with the embarrassment caused by a public presence. My confidence was buoyed as I realized that I could trust not only my wife, but these new friends.

I guess we were all feeling light-hearted as if we'd discarded all problems. We were soon splashing each other and enjoying general horse play. Ash pulled herself onto my back and I instinctively grabbed under her knees to hold her for a piggy-back. When Sylvie did the same to André, our play developed into pushing and shoving to see who could be tumbled over into the water. This silliness seemed a joyous reaction to having discarded all past worries.

"Hold on!" Sylvie cried, bringing our action to a halt. "Let's do this properly. Let's play doubles chicken fight." It was only when she dismounted and then André ducked under the water and lifted her onto his shoulders that I understood what she meant. I dutifully lifted my wife up in a similar position.

I was just enjoying rubbing my cheeks against Ashley's smooth thighs when she asked: "What are the rules?"

"No biting, scratching, pulling hair or kicking ... or anything that hurts." André explained. "Holding and pushing is fine. The aim is to dislodge the jockeys."

Tentatively, I made single steps towards our rivals. Ash had her toes locked behind my back while I held her legs firmly with both hands and elbows. I felt sure footed but I realized I needed to focus less on Sylvie's wobbling breasts as she stretched forward, if we were to win.

André approached at a rush to unsettle us. He suddenly reached out to grab one of Ash's arms when I saw an opportunity. Seeing he wasn't holding one of Sylvie's legs swinging by his side, I grabbed her foot and lifted it sharply. This sent her off balance which tipped them both over.

As they both stood up with water cascading off their heads, Ash gave a mock cheer at our success. This prompted a show of renewed determination from our opponents who immediately remounted.

The next round saw a more cautious advance from André. As I closed the distance, he maneuvered sideways to approach us from a flank. Just as I pushed suddenly against them, he stepped back and they both tumbled backwards.

This time as they stood, Sylvie spluttered: "This is no good. My horse seems to be suffering from vertigo. I need a new mount so I can win at least one encounter."

Ash and I ungallantly laughed at her distress, as she parted her hair out of her face.

"I couldn't help it. I stepped in a hole unexpectedly," André pleaded.

"Come on Ash, you may be able to get some life out of this old nag. Let's change mounts," Sylvie exhorted.

Ash gave me a tap on the top of my head and ordered: "Down horsey!"

As directed, I dropped down to my knees under the water for Ash to dismount. As I stood up for a breath, Sylvie was already positioning herself in front of me so that I could lift her.

For a moment, I thought I must be dreaming. I had another naked woman on my shoulders. I never expected this sort of intimacy. Despite the calming effects of the water, I felt charged by a surge of energy to my loins. I was conscious that I needed to stop my imagination running wild although the awareness of warm wet thighs about my head was hard to ignore.

Our next encounter was a drawn out fight. The girls had grabbed hold of each other and were pulling and pushing as their mounts shoved their hips and braced their legs. We were tussling back and forth until I noticed that Sylvie had a firm hold under Ash's upper arms. I stepped back as fast as I could; Sylvie didn't let go causing Ash to tumble forward into the water.

Sylvie slid off my back and shouting in celebration, grabbed me in a hug. She started bouncing up and down against me until she realized she was pressing against my partially swollen erection. Without being obvious, she grabbed hold and squeezed my appendage while rewarding me with a long wet kiss.

For once I wasn't hesitant. I held her tightly against me and eagerly opened my mouth, inviting deeper exploration. We were soon tangling tongues. Our caress became firmer, resulting in her soft breasts being squashed against me. There was no reticence as I felt myself pulsing in her hand.

I didn't break to check, however that pleasant voice of my wife informed me that she was enjoying a consolation kiss.

"We get on exceedingly well," Sylvie quietly whispered to me.

"Yes. We're quite compatible. I enjoy being with you."

"If you like, we could do some ... how do you say ... échangisme."

"Exchange?"

"Yes, that's it. You and I ... André with Ash."

"Well I have enjoyed it so far."

"Well that is good," she concluded with a confirmatory nod. "I'll look forward to tonight."

I didn't quite know what she meant but after sharing self-conscious laughs, we broke our embrace to check on our spouses. They were now holding hands as they pretended to be checking the scenery.

I decided it was time to at least do some proper swimming. Everyone else seemed to join in as on stopping I found they'd followed me. We shared another silly session of splashing before returning to our clothes on the beach.

Although it wouldn't have been appropriate, I pondered on the wonderful photos that I could have captured if I had a camera. Both girls unconsciously moved gracefully in such feminine ways. Maybe a GoPro would be better at capturing the eroticism of the scene as they dressed alluringly.

When everyone was ready, we ambled back to the shelter for what turned out to be a hamper full of gourmet delicacies. I don't remember exactly what was on the menu, but it didn't matter. I was more than distracted by the bonhomie generated by two beautiful lively women and another genial man. Perhaps the two bottles of champagne also contributed to my sentimental recollections of that afternoon.

Somehow at the appointed time, Manahau collected us and returned us safely back to the Resort. Fortunately our villa had an alarm clock which I set, before Ash and I collapsed together for an afternoon nap.

By agreement, we met up with Sylvie and André for a late dinner. We all confessed to having enjoyed an afternoon snooze before resuming our convivial conversation.

It was while we were waiting for coffee at the end of the meal that André leant forward and started talking in a conspiratorial manner. "Sylvie and I find you to be an attractive fun couple, and we would like to make a proposition. As you have a loving yet tolerant relationship we would be delighted if you would agree to some pleasure by exchanging partners tonight?"

As this was completely unexpected, my thoughts simultaneously deviated in different directions. I thought ... yes! ... then no! Of course I couldn't ... then, would Ash want to? ... what if she agreed to it? ... In the end, I didn't know what to think or say.

Fortunately Ash had kept her wits about her, so replied: "We're attracted to you also ... however we've never done this before ... so Fletch and I will need to talk before we can give you an answer."

"What?" came from a surprised André. "But we saw that you wore a flower behind each ear last night."

"Yes ... I didn't know which ear was appropriate for a married woman, so I did both."

André commented: "You know that wearing the Tiare flower behind both ears is a practice often adopted by married people here, hinting at openness to new encounters. Also Sylvie told me that Fletch agreed to swapping partners this afternoon when we were swimming."

I now felt stupid and feebly responded with: "I didn't understand you meant that type of exchange."

"No that is my fault, Sylvie interjected. I said échangisme which is what we French say for what you would call ... swinging. I couldn't remember the correct term in English. I'm sorry for the misunderstanding."

"Don't apologize Sylvie. I mislead you with my flowers," Ash offered.

I added: "It was my fault also."

"Well I hope we haven't embarrassed you," Andre said. "I meant it when I said we find you to be a great couple, so we would love to remain friends."

"Tonight wouldn't be the best as I have drunk too much today anyway, Ash confessed. Let Fletch and I discuss it then we'll let you know tomorrow."

Now that Ash had settled the issue for the moment, I felt relief and then uncertainty as to what I should say to her. The idea of being with Sylvie was incredibly titillating but what was the right answer to be given by a loving, loyal husband.

As I was intrigued by what persuaded them to first do it, I awkwardly asked: "If you don't mind me asking ... how ... or why did you both start swinging?"

"Do you remember me telling you about our friends that took us to a nudist beach near Béziers?" I nodded. "Well they suggested it to us. I guess it really started before that as we had known them well before we were all married. I ... in fact all of us had enjoyed active sex lives. I'd never wanted to deny myself any of the pleasures of sex before marriage and I certainly didn't think I should after marriage."

"They knew us well," André took over. "We trusted them and when they said that they had enjoyed swapping with other couples after they married, it just seemed appealing and logical."

Sylvie continued: "I think being aroused at the nudist beach and enjoying their generous hospitality was an influence. That first experience was perfect, so André and I have now done it a dozen times with four different couples. We are very careful with whom we choose. We look for fun couples that have a strong marriage that we can trust."

"Trust?" I enquired.

"Yes ... They need to be discreet and accept that the friendship is for mutual pleasure and that they are not seeking a more permanent arrangement," Sylvie elaborated.

"We don't want any jealousy problems," André clarified before adding. "There is nothing wrong with our sex life. Sylvie and I are ... let's say ... 'très bon'. It is just a little spice and variety. It has enhanced our mutual understanding and consideration. I have learnt things about Sylvie that I would never have known before. Well at least for me, it ensures I don't take Sylvie for granted. It is true love to be happy when you see your wife have pleasure, even if it is with someone else."

I didn't know what to say, but it sounded like they had a great marriage.

I now detected the animation in Ash's face as she said: "I like your rules and arrangement. You've given us something to consider seriously. We're doing the tour of the big island tomorrow, so we'll let you know then."

On the path outside our villas, after exchanging goodnight kisses as we'd done previously, Sylvie whispered: "say; Oui, s'il vous plaît." I smiled broadly, hoping that it appeared sufficiently non-committal.

Once again, I fetched a couple of bottles of water and joined Ash in the pergola gazing over the lagoon. There was something we needed to discuss but I didn't know how to start. After a moment of silence, Ash sensed my uncertainty and lent over to give me a cuddle.

"We have to talk, but before we get into the issue, let's agree not to do anything that would feel uncomfortable or could harm our marriage." I instantly agreed. "Have you felt any jealousy while I have been receiving attention from André?"

"No," I replied. "In fact I have felt proud that my attractive wife can confidently be topless. I have also been distracted by Sylvie. Normally I'd have felt guilty being so close to another woman, but your love and encouragement has made me more confident."

"As I see the issue, it really depends on whether one of us would become jealous or feel cheated if we swapped partners. Jealousy could occur if our love and marriage weren't strong. Resentment might occur if one of us felt cheated by being forced to accept an unsatisfactory partner. Do you agree?"

"Do you think it's as simple as that?"

"I think so, but it's what you think that matters."

"I couldn't claim that I'd be disappointed with Sylvie. She's every man's fantasy. As far as jealousy is concerned, I haven't felt any so far. It's been like we're a team sharing the same experience. Our love is strong and everything has been equal."

"Would some rules make us more confident?"

"Such as?"

"We only play with other people if we both agree. That also means one of us can stop it at any stage and we both comply."

"Agreed."

"We don't have any secrets; so we tell each other everything afterwards. We share our honest feelings, both good and bad."

"Yes. As I said, this is a shared experience, so I'd be more confident knowing all. What about condoms?"

"Well your nightly ploughing of my fields hasn't produced any result since I started on the pill, so we don't need condoms for that reason. Normally with strangers I would insist on them, but I suspect there is little risk with André and Silvie. Besides, we don't have any available."

"Okay. Are we agreed? Do you want to do it?"

"Oh yes! I'm very keen, but you're more conservative than me and sometimes prone to 'antediluvian predilection'. I want to be certain that you are sure?"

"If you'd asked me this a week ago, I could never have envisioned this occurring. Now I'm very excited by the idea. How do you think it'll go?"

"Well let's agree to be with them an equal amount of time. If you want to leave, you say so. If you wish to stay longer, let's do it. I'll follow your comfort level."

I think at that point my body was humming in anticipation. We went back inside and were soon cuddling together in bed. My roaming thoughts must have been clear as my erection was obvious when I had to carefully fold it between us.

While my kisses started tenderly, we were soon passionately pressing and probing with our tongues and then having to frantically gasp for breath. I was soon rolling my wife onto her back. I commenced kissing and tasting her body from her neck down her body. Her nipples were already hard as I sucked them firmly, receiving her vocal encouragement.

I slid myself over her body and slipped between her open legs as I trailed my kisses down to her lovely stomach, and finally her pussy. As I leant down to lick a long stroke, my face became thoroughly wet from her already swollen lips. My continued licking just seemed to prompt her to grind her pelvis against my face.

Knowling she was more than ready; my own urgency became important. I pulled myself up, holding myself over her body with locked arms as I probed forward. Immediately I found her waiting vagina. With little finesse I plunged forward finding her tight muscles provided little resistance due to her freely flowing juices and my own determination.

Ash's response was immediate and energetic. She met every thrust with her own buck so that our pelvic bones ground together. What normally would have been a loving ride to pleasure my wife, quickly turned into a desperate need to achieve satisfaction.

She was panting and staring back at me. I considered dropping down to kiss her, but the tingle in my groin was telling me I didn't have sufficient time.

Unexpectedly Ash groaned out her orgasm and pulled down on my hips to hold me, although her grasping didn't prevent several final thrusts. My seamen burst forth into her writhing body. Some basic need ensured I pressed as deep as I could. I convulsed several times, followed by a long series of spasms as I ensured I emptied myself completely.

My energy was also totally depleted, so I carefully lay my body on top of Ash and dropped face down into the pillow beside her head. As I turned my head to desperately suck in air, our sweaty bodies rose up and down until we recovered.

Lifting myself partially onto my elbows, I gave Ash a wet kiss. I was aware that my penis remained swollen within her warm cocoon. It was obvious that our talk of swapping partners had heightened our passion. As I felt that my loving wife deserved better consideration, I said: "Give me a moment and I'll make love to you more tenderly."

"That was perfect as it was. Sometimes a hard fuck is what is required. Besides you need to save yourself for tomorrow night."

"I should recover by then."

"Oh I don't want you to hold back tomorrow. I want you to fuck Sylvie as much as you can. I like her, but I want her to envy me because I have a stud for a husband."

I just laughed. I'd always been in awe of my wife's sexual talents. While I now didn't feel inadequate, I had never considered myself a stud before.

I eventually rolled to her side and spooned her. This position gave me the security of her love as well as her warmth. However it didn't stop me thinking about tomorrow night. For a moment I worried whether I'd be equal to the task. Would I be able to satisfy someone that must have had many lovers? I then relaxed knowing that on this adventure, with Ashley beside me, everything would turn out fine.

We woke at what must be considered an indecent hour at a vacation resort. We wanted to make the first breakfast sitting at 7 am so that we'd be ready for the shuttle ferry at 8 am. Today we were doing a tour of the larger Taha'a island.

We made sure to have a full breakfast as we were uncertain what would be the opportunities for lunch. Once we'd finished, I noticed that Ashley removed a couple of Tiare flowers from the water filled saucer before secreting them inside a folded paper napkin. She then hastily led our departure.

Just as we were entering our villa, we were able to shout a greeting to Sylvie and André who were presumably going to breakfast. I made us a coffee while Ashley did some final preparations.

We next saw Sylvie and André waiting on the jetty just before the appointed hour. Ash, always taking the opportunity to be cheeky, had placed a flower behind both her ears. I could tell from the radiant smile on our friends that the message had been understood.

"Good morning," I shouted as greeting as we came closer.

As André reached to shake my hand, he asked: "Does that mean you have made a decision?"

"I can confirm we're eager to join you both tonight ..." and then in a subdued tone, I added, "to swap partners."

Meanwhile the girls were sharing a tight hug in shared expectation. When they broke apart, Sylvie came and shared an enthusiastic hug with me as Ash embraced her husband.

"As we remained together as two hugging couples, André explained: "We know what it is like for the first time, so please let us know if you have any concerns. We will not rush you and will stop whenever you like."

"We've discussed it fully and we are resolute," I assured them. "But thank you for your consideration."

After crossing the lagoon, Hemi, our guide, greeted us jovially and directed us to his four-wheel drive. He explained he'd lived his whole life on the island except for a couple of years absent doing fruit picking. Our tour appeared to be a flexible arrangement as he was happy to take us anywhere.

His vehicle had two bench seats behind the drivers, so Ash and André sat in front of Sylvie and me. It seemed that from that point onwards there was an unstated agreement that we'd exchanged partners for the rest of the day's tour.

The agreed plan was to circumnavigate the island, anticlockwise, to visit a vanilla farm, then pearl farm, finishing at the rum distillery. We drove past a string of small communities clinging to the coast that often had small cultivations cut out of the tree line. In the center of the island were several steep peaks that appeared covered in undisturbed forest.

Taha'a is known as the Vanilla Island. We were soon able to identify the plantations as the vines were grown among bananas or palms which provided support and the essential shade required by the vanilla beans. When we stopped at a farm, we discovered that pollinating and harvesting seemed extremely labor intensive, however once I smelt the fragrance, I accepted that it was all worth it.

We'd circumnavigated most of the island by lunch time. We relied on Hemi's recommendation to try a French crêperie. We enjoyed the crepes that were filled with a variety of seafood and tropical fruit.

The pearl farms existed because of the island's lagoons clean seawater. At a shop we were shown an endless variety of pearls. Of course André and I purchased the pearl earrings that the girls fancied.

The final stop was the rum distillery. I was surprised that while they were only a small operation, they had white, dark, aged and vanilla flavored rums. We sampled quite a few.

We returned to the quay just in time for the return shuttle to the Resort. At the beginning of the tour we'd been holding hands with our French partners. By now our cuddling in the back of the four-wheel drive had included kissing and a little fondling. There was no doubt that Hemi wouldn't have correctly guessed who was married to who.

Arriving back at the Resort, discretion once again ruled. We each held our spouses hands as we walked back to the villas. We had a couple of hours before dinner and agreed a time to meet at André's villa before dinner.

Ashley immediately took a shower as she needed time for her hair to dry. I noticed that Ash had laid out on the bed one of her extremely flimsy lace G-strings. I grabbed my novel to read for a while after which I decided to shave a second time today, just to remove any evening shadow.

As I was about to dress after showering, my wife asked: "How do I look?"

Her hair had already dried as she'd braided it on both sides of her face around the back ending in a loose braid down the middle of her back. I suspected that this was to keep her hair out of the way when having sex.

I knew the dress was one of her favorites as it suited her blonde hair. It was an orange and white floral mini dress. The shoulder straps were connected to a wide elastic waist. The straps just covered her breasts. With the open back and plunging neckline, there was plenty of skin on show. The skirt finished above the knee and was a circular style ideal for twirling. As I suspected she was wearing her G-string, spectators would get quite a view if she danced a swing.

The only makeup I could detect was pale orange lipstick to match her dress. The best way to describe her look was, alive and healthy.

"You look vibrant, Dear." I could almost detect her body humming.

"Thank you. You look great as well, but you'll also need to get dressed." Suddenly her ecstatic face turned serious for a moment as she asked: "Now you are certain?"

"Really certain. I expected this vacation would rejuvenate your energy; however I like the way the prospect of swapping has filled you with exuberance and joy. I can honestly say that I'll be really happy if you have a great night. Are you excited?"

She then uncharacteristically turned shy as she confessed: "I think I have been wet all day thinking about it."

I finished dressing in my best shorts and a brightly colored button up cotton shirt that seemed to be the fashion at the Resort. We then walked to our neighbors and knocked on the door.

André welcomed us effusively as he always did before inviting us inside. He made lavish compliments to Ash before he embraced her softly and kissed both of her cheeks. I concluded that he'd been well schooled as to when to avoid smudging a lady's lipstick.

As he shook my hand he explained: "Sylvie just needs a minute to be ready." When she appeared it was worth the wait. She looked delightful.

Tonight her hair wasn't tied back. She'd done something to give it long twists and extra body with some of it cascading forward over her shoulders. Her dress was a bohemian style natural cotton two piece set. The top enhanced her cleavage and showed plenty of flesh. The skirt was long with a stylish slit detail that looked quite feminine. It seemed to be made of a more open weave which probably made it cool to wear.

"My gosh, what a beautiful picture. That dress makes you look like a queen trying to dress down." She came straight into my arms, so I gave the obligatory kiss to both cheeks. As she then leant back, she gave me the best of her seductive smiles. It occurred to me that what I really liked most about her was that she was naturally feminine. Another similarity to my wife.

Sylvie and I were soon holding hands as we followed our spouses along the darkened pathway deliberately lit with minimum lighting. As a change, tonight we were booked at the Resort's third restaurant advertised as the gourmet dining option featuring French Polynesian fusion cuisine.

This restaurant was quiet and more intimate than the main one. We were in an almost private cubicle constructed from bamboo and platted palm fronds. The nearest tables were distant and unoccupied. I wondered if André had organized this so we could more freely talk, but I suspect it just wasn't as busy.

As the items on the menu were written in French, I asked André: "Can you recommend some options?"

"I wish I could, but I don't immediately recognize any of them. You can see the main ingredients in English underneath, but I think they are all unique dishes using local ingredients cooked in a French style."

"That's what I prefer anyway," Sylvie said. "We didn't travel halfway round the world to eat the same old French cuisine."

When the waiter arrived, he was able to recommend a few dishes that suited each of our preferences. I ended up selecting tuna, marinated in lime juice and coconut milk. The coconut milk nicely balanced the tartness of the lime. It was served alongside fresh vegetables and on a banana leaf.

André and Ash had different seafood dishes, but Sylvie surprised me ordering a dish that included New Zealand lamb. She said it was hard to find normally so she always selected it when it was on the menu.

While the others shared a light white wine, I decided to just have a Coke, although maybe just one drink would have removed that edge from my nerves.

Despite being secluded at our table, I became calm as we didn't really talk about the evenings activities until just before we were about to depart. André just checked that we were still keen and then he encouraged us to tell us our preferences and any dislikes at any stage. The aim was for everyone to have a good time.

Returning to their villa, Sylvie and I held each other about the waist. She leaned her head against me as we strolled slowly. I could just detect the faintest whiff of her scent, probably a jasmine perfume. I was now buzzing with anticipation and wondering what would happen. My groin told me that I was ready to go right now, however I decided it was better to let the experienced swingers take the lead.

Their villa was almost a reverse layout to ours. As I stood in the foyer, I looked towards the king size bed as André set about getting us drinks. I noticed that everyone selected Coke.

Sylvie removed her sandals, which prompted us all to follow her example. As soon as I was barefoot, Ashley grabbed me and smacked our lips together as a bold show before declaring: "I love you." In spite of her words, it felt like she'd just ordered me 'to boldly go where no man has gone before.'

In reflex I replied: "I love you too. Have fun."

Once Andre passed around the drinks, he grabbed his cell phone while explaining: "I think a little dancing should help us get in the mood. I have a selection of music that should be appropriate."

Quietly I revealed to Sylvie: "I don't need much more encouragement."

As the music resonated from a small portable speaker, Sylvie wrapped her arms about my neck and whispered in my ear, "That is good to hear."

As she clung to my neck while molding herself against me, we slowly rocked back and forth to the sound of a woman's husky French voice. Although I couldn't understand it, the emotion in her voice was evocative of love and hope. Intrigued I asked Sylvie: "What's the song called?"

"Le Premier Bonheur du Jour. It means, 'The First Happiness of the Day'. It is Françoise Hardy."

The next song, even I recognized as being Edith Piaf's 'La vie en rose'. By now I was fully erect, and while it must have been obvious to Sylvie, we both seemed to have relaxed even though the passion was churning below the surface.

When I felt her lift her head to look at me, I knew it was time to enjoy a long leisurely kiss. As we visited the depth of each other's mouth, I raised my hands to just below her shoulder blades and pressed her comfortably against me. Savoring the taste of her delightful mouth, I then noticed that her perfume had become more prominent.

As my hand was resting on the clasp to her top, my eagerness made me pull the fastening. It came undone but remained in place as we were bound together. As she pulled back, Sylvie watched my reaction as it dropped away revealing those luscious symmetrical breasts. I couldn't help but gasp: "Gorgeous."

I tentatively reached for a breast as she started unbuttoning my shirt. Before I realized it, she had a hand behind my collar pulling my shirt down off my arms. She then nonchalantly flipped both our tops onto a nearby chair. The resultant sensation of our skin pressed together was electrifying.

As my shirt was being removed, I couldn't help checking out Ash who was snogging passionately with André. I didn't intend to watch them continuously, but I thought it'd be best if we matched their pace.

Unfortunately my desire for Sylvie was hard to control. Besides kissing with open and extremely wet lips, we both allowed our hands to roam. I was focusing on running fingers down her ass crack while she had hold of my erection. She was squeezing gently in a regular pulse.

"T'es canon, toi! You feel enormous," she declared before solicitously, enquiring: "Do you think you are ready to party?"

"Definitely ..." then holding her dress, I asked: "... but first, how do we remove this obstacle"

With a flick of her hand, the obstacle dropped to the floor. I thought she was bending to pick it up, but instead she knelt in front of me to unzip the fly on my shorts. In a practiced manner, she undid the waist button and pulled them down together with my underpants. After dancing out of them around my ankles, I was fully exposed. Sylvie immediately grabbed my penis and after a thorough examination lightly licked about the rim of the mushroom shaped head.

I think she would've continued indefinitely, but I couldn't just stand there calmly. Prompted by André leading Ash to one side of the bed, I pulled Sylvie to her feet to share a naked embrace and kiss. Then holding her in my arm, we found the vacant side of the bed.

Like our partners, we were soon writhing together, kissing and exploring each other's body. Her skin was smooth like silk, and she quivered whenever I approached a sensitive zone. Initially her legs were wrapped about mine bringing her pelvis against my body, but as I pushed her hip into the mattress, she eagerly separated her legs to receive the exploration of my fingers.

Her pussy lips were quite wet and as I ran my fingers between her folds, there was no resistance due to her slippery juices. I brought my wet hand up to her breasts to tweak her already erect nipples. This added to my sense of comfort as I sucked each nipple well inside my mouth.

As this was greatly appreciated by Sylvie, I continued caressing with my hands and mouth slowly down her body. Moving to lie outstretched between her widely spread legs, I buried my face into her pussy. With a variety of long licks, sucking of swollen lips and sideways flicking near her clit, I soon discovered what raised her fervor.

I reached around her spread thighs and could just cup her breasts. I pressed against both and squeezed her nipples between my fingers. Maybe this set her off as she arched her back and patted my head and ground against me. I continued my oral ministrations without relent until she spasmed and squirmed while holding me with her thighs.

As her rigid legs relaxed, I came up on my knees to watch her panting face. When she opened her eyes, she expressed a smug grin of satisfaction. I think I felt even more pleasure knowing that I'd given her that wicked expression.

I then suggested: "Would you like me to take you from behind?"

"Oh yes!" Were her only words but her enthusiasm was evident from the alacrity she showed in moving so her ass was available for my use. I rubbed my penis along her lips before positioning it at her waiting vagina. I pushed in slowly so I could luxuriate in the texture, warmth and pressure.

As I looked down at that sculptured waist and hips, I also marveled at the softness of her cushions bouncing against my pelvis. While my cock was receiving a blissful massage, I controlled the speed of my thrusts by holding her hips. My aim was to revel in this gratification while postponing my climax.

Turning to my right, Ash was obviously energetically pursuing her own delight. Riding on top of André she was frantically bouncing and then sliding along his cock. They were both exhorting one another loudly in French, English and expletives. His face was screwed up with tension, so I suspected they were both close to climax.

Keeping my rhythm constant I heard Sylvie's increased panting as she impaled herself against my rigid cock. Her breasts were wobbling beneath her which enticed me to lean over and squeeze and play with each in turn. I then ran my hand down to her clit which my fingers lightly brushed. This seemed to be appreciated as she soon was convulsing against me overwhelmed in her orgasm.

As Sylvie rested her head on the pillow and dropped her shoulders down on her arms, I thought she'd unsheathe me. She had no such intention as when I started to withdraw, she followed and dropped her butt onto my lap. I pulled her against me so that we were both kneeling upright but still attached.

This was both comfortable and a perfect position to rub her front giving her breasts and nipples extra attention. I buried my face into her long brown hair, savoring the texture and the scent of her shampoo.

She then turned her head and asked: "Want to go again?"

"In the same position?" I asked for clarification.

"Yes, I just love having it doggy style."

I instantly pushed her forward keeping myself deeply embedded. This time she kept her butt high as she went down on her elbows almost smothering her face. I took the opportunity to glance at our spouses who were kissing again; however I was called back to focus on Sylvie who took even less time to climax.

I still hadn't blown my cork so once she'd stopped trembling, I lay down next to her to consider what I desired next. We faced each other and I could feel her studying me, reading my thoughts, as she stared into my face. She held my penis indicting she was now in control.

"Oh là là! C'était fantastique." Her compliment swelled my pride just like my erection.

Although I heard Ash and André whispering, I realized I didn't care. I'd happily wait to hear later the pleasures that my wife experienced. For now my focus was entirely on this beauty before me. How had we made such a complete connection, physically and spiritually, in such a short period. I knew that the moment would be fleeting, however it was like being with a very sexy close friend.

"As you haven't come, you are to do as I say. I'm going to give you some special attention." This sounded like an interesting offer from Sylvie. "I want you to lie on your back and remain still."

Immediately complying, she straddled my body, positioning my erection just in front of her wet pussy. She leant forward holding herself with arms either side of my shoulders and whispered: "Close your eyes. Now keep them closed until I give you permission to open them again."

Willingly I complied. Then I felt a delicate tingle across my chest. It traversed left, right, up and down causing a pleasant buzz. I could feel Sylvie's hips move as she was obviously dragging her hair over my chest. The graze over my nipples sent sparks though to my groin. While I was already hard, this increased the throbbing in my swollen member.

Sylvie must have lowered her body even more as her breasts skimmed over my chest. Still with eyes closed, I could picture her smug smile resulting from my ecstatic reaction. Her presence close to me was confirmed by her blowing into my ear. Her slurping of my nipples made me capitulate.

Intensely aroused, I brazenly challenged: "I could happily suffer this torture all night."

"Well then, I just need to inflict a different course of therapy." With that she started rocking her pelvis causing her moist vulva to rub along the full length of my penis. As she applied more compression, it just made me tense against her more. This certainly heightened the thrill but while my enhanced breathing turned into resonating sighs, I remained hopeful that I could continue to resist a premature culmination.

Eventually she stalled with the head of my penis at her vaginal entrance. I assumed that this meant she'd become bored with just teasing me and that now she wanted to ride me.

As expected, she surrounded the head of my shaft. Although she used her weight to completely capture me, she was deliberately squeezing me to slow her progress. It was like a warm, velvet glove being forced over my appendage. Somehow my swollen cock resisted this assault.

My mind was totally focused on one place as she once again squeezed me as she rode back up. After her next decent I remained trapped as I felt several ripples of rhythmic pulses around my penis. Involuntarily I grabbed her hips and then slid my hands to her heavenly breasts that I compressed in response to her ministrations.

As my groin gave me a warning sign, she applied her Kegel muscles again to grip, twist and pull until I realized the inevitable. I held out for a while before thrusting with a vengeance as deep as I could penetrate. As I pulsed copiously, Sylvie race up and down my throbbing penis until she also achieved her own orgasm.

Still trembling, she collapsed, her body on top of mine. Her panting next to my ear was like an echo of my own breathing. Although I was completely drained, I found enough energy to encase her within my arms. Her body slick from our sweat remained bound to me while I tried to recover.

It was several minutes later, Sylvie said: "I must be heavy. I should get off you."

"No! This is absolute bliss having you as my blanket. Stay as long as you're comfortable."

We remained a while longer and then I quietly asked: "Where did you learn how to drive me wild? What you did with your vagina was ... incredible."

"Oh, it was just a little pompoir."

"You deserve to be rewarded. Would you like to sit on my face while I recover?"

"Absolutely," she responded before positioning herself.

She carefully placed a knee on either side of my shoulders so she could straddle my face. Holding the headboard, she lowered herself to my waiting lips. She was soaked with our combine juices, so there was little friction against my cheeks and nose. I sucked, licked and also swallowed methodically until once again she came.

As she dismounted, Sylvie looked down at me and broke into laughter before exclaiming: "With your face glistening with moisture, you look disreputable. It doesn't help that you are wearing such a lecherous grin."

"I'm totally at your service ... ma belle Madame. Did I do good?"

"Excellent, young man."

Having received this praise, I pulled her down onto the bed beside me. I was soon cuddling in from behind with an arm underneath her waist, grasping her tightly. I lifted my head onto a pillow so that we could both watch our spouses from this spoon position.

Ashley was lying outstretched on her back while André massaged her ... everywhere. Then he brought out what looked like hair from a horse's tail attached to a bamboo handle. He was skimming it over her body in a similar way that Sylvie must have dragged the tip of her own hair over me. Ash had closed her eyes and was smiling contentedly.

The intensity of Ash's arousal was obvious by the time André moved between her legs and commenced probing her in the missionary position.

I might have just recovered naturally or maybe being a voyeur had excited me, but once again I was erect. Obviously, Sylvie felt my protuberance as she placed her hand behind her bottom to grab hold of my cock.

She began wriggling her butt against me and then lifted one knee. When I detected her slippery fold, I knew she wanted me to enter. I think we both moved as I was soon plunged deep inside her again. My first reaction was this was like performing the doggy position but with the benefit of being able to relax on the job.

With my arm beneath her, I pulled her firmly against me ensuring my cock was fully sheathed. This also enabled me to tease her clit at the same time.

Quickly we established our harmonious rhythm. I was thrusting and pulling while Sylvie squeezed around my probe. Our buildup in tempo was indicative of my growing excitement and my need for release. Her butt cheeks cushioned my impact, but I still drove myself against her.

I held her even tighter as she shuddered in my arms and cried: "Trop bien! ... Trop bien!" I forged on feverishly seeking my own eruption and elation.

As I climaxed, the flood of hormones delivered not only euphoria, but removed all stress. I was comfortable and experienced absolute security snuggling against her warm body. In a sense of complete bliss, I soon succumbed to doziness.

I was floating somewhere between heaven and earth when I received a shake. I opened my eyes to find Sylvie holding out a glass of water. While I wondered how she'd escaped my hold, I eagerly drank the water. Still not fully alert, I heard her say: "Join me in the pool to freshen up."

Sylvie grabbed a red hair scrunchie to tie her hair in a bun while I swung my legs over to the side of the bed. I sat for a moment until I fully gathered my consciousness. Sylvie then grasped my hand and led me back through the foyer and out the back. Ashley and André were in each other's arms, looking up at us as we approached.

"I hope you haven't worn out my husband, Sylvie?" Ashley joshed.

"Never. We just took an opportunity to recover after a few gold medal performances." I think the compliment to my ego was all I needed to become fully awake. I was a little bemused when she continued: "Of course now I'm looking forward to some more heroic feats."

I jumped into the pool after Sylvie. She then joined me and threw an arm over my shoulder, before we sat on the underwater bench opposite the others.

André asked whether we'd like a drink. We all indicated we'd be happy with any of the tropical fruit juices. Dutifully he nimbly climbed out, grabbed a towel and went inside to prepare our selection.

As soon as he left, Ash shuffled over to us and wrapped her arm about me from the other side. She then gave a reaffirming love kiss. I was now in a situation that I'd only dreamed about. With my arms about both their waists, I pulled them closer to enable me to reach around to grasp a breast on each of them.

I just couldn't resist rubbing my fingers up and down to flick their nipples. Ash looked at me as if I was a naughty schoolboy, but didn't object. In truth, I did feel like I was living one of my teenage dreams.

Keeping my fingers under control, I lay back against the sloped side of the pool bringing the girls with me. At this angle it was just natural to look up at the night sky.

"Aren't the stars spectacular tonight," Sylvie eventually commented.

"They're so bright here. Perhaps this is what they should always look like when there is no pollution," Ashley added. "This truly is a paradise."

"Makes one want to stay forever, doesn't it," Sylvie responded.

"Yes ... I could be perfectly happy doing my photography business here. Can we move here Fletch?"

"My fabricating options would be limited here. Everything seems to be built in wood, bamboo and palm leaves. Plus, you'd become bored only shooting perfect scenery."

As André returned with a tray of glasses, he asked "What are you all talking about?"

"Oh, we were just contemplating whether we could live here forever." Sylvie explained as Ash crossed over the pool to sit beside him.

"Well I could take up playing the ukulele and you could both be Polynesian dancers. Sylvie's hair would suit, but Ash, you would have to dye your hair brunette. Perhaps Fletch could learn how to seed pearl shells."

"No, I like the idea of the rum distilling," I offered with the same flippant mood.

Turning to me, Sylvie then said: "Didn't you see the notice advertising for the Chef de Cuisine du Restaurant Gastronomique? ... the head chef."

"I could probably do it except the menus and recipes would all be in French. That needs André's talent."

A range of different occupations were then frivolously considered for the next ten minutes. Once we'd finished our drinks, Sylvie suggested: "We should go back in before we turn into prunes."

I grabbed a towel from the table and dried myself thoroughly. Sylvie then led me by the hand back to our side of the bed. As she untied her hair and laid down, it was obvious what she intended. The others were just occupying their side when Sylvie pushed me flat onto the mattress as she knelt and grabbed my semi-firm penis. Once she'd almost engulfed it, I could sense an instant growth as she drew back, sucking firmly.

She delighted me with a variety of licks and strokes while holding the base of my shaft. When she was satisfied, she lay next to me, kissed me, and prompted: "Now it is up to you, mon amant."

I sat up and slid across the bed on my knees to position myself between her legs. These I spread and then bent her knees up to almost her chest, exposing her completely. As I positioned my erection at her entrance, with her fingers she rubbed her clit and lips adjacent to my cock.

I slowly plunged into her depths and held there as I wrapped my arms under her knees before placing my hands either side of her arms. I could feel this was a different angle to normal, however I was confident I'd penetrate much deeper.

I started slowly, taking the opportunity to notice that André was pumping my wife in the missionary position. For a little while we were matching strokes exactly, however the urge to accelerate was compelling.

It didn't help that Sylvie held my butt cheeks to pull me into her, harder and harder. Our cadence was soon quickening causing her breasts to wildly oscillate up and down with each of my thrusts. Her sighs of: "Ah ... ah ... ah ..." were also matching our movement and increasing in volume.

As she orgasmed, she squeezed her legs against me and continued with her frantic exhalations of: "AH ... AH ... AH ..." as I pursued my own pleasure. As I was doing most of the work, I was streaming beads of sweat and blowing hard but couldn't stop ... not yet.

When I came, I felt elation, liberation and totally drained. I unbound Sylvie's legs before making a controlled flop on top of her. While I held some on my weight on my elbows, I was simultaneously using my hand behind her shoulders to draw her into me. Lost in a feeling of bliss, I barely noticed the surge caused by our combined panting left my body undulating on top of her.

Despite not wanting to move, some residual sense of gentlemanly behavior ensured that I rolled to her side. I remember cuddling in tightly with an arm wrapped over her before completely succumbing to the relaxing hormones.

I hadn't quite fallen asleep when I heard Ash ask aloud: How about we leave this couple now so that we can all get some sleep? That way we can all wake up at our leisure."

I pulled myself upright and gave a compliant look to my wife. As she stood up André also followed. We were all soon standing, somewhat awkwardly. I started contemplating; what was the proper decorum for thanking the host after fucking his wife?

Instinctively, Sylvie fell into my arms and warmed me with her smile. I began: "Thank you ... this has been a glorious experience. One I'll never forget. Next to Ash you're the most beautiful, gorgeous fun person I have ever met. And oh! ... you've some great moves and techniques."

"It was my pleasure to play with such a handsome generous man. I have had many partners, however none of them have come as close to my André in satisfying me. In fact ..." she whispered with a facetious smile, "he may need to lift his game."

We enjoyed a firm kiss and then giggled before she added: "Maybe we can do this again."

André and Ash had been saying their farewells; however this must have caught his ear as he suggested: "Maybe we could do it again tomorrow?"

"I'd better get on the Gatorade," I joshed.

"It's already well and truly tomorrow," Ash replied. Then after lengthy consideration she said: "Can we give tomorrow a miss as we'd do better if we were allowed to recover. After all I'm quite tired after our tour to the big island, let alone our recent romp."

"Certainly, you are right of course. I admit I was letting my teenage hormones rule my head. We have never played intensely on two consecutive days. It is just that you both are a wicked temptation. I think we will have a quiet day also. How about we catch up for dinner?"

With us all in agreement, I shook André's hand as we extolled the virtues of each other's wives and agreed on our shared good fortune. Meanwhile Ash and Sylvie were exchanging words before hugging tightly, breast to breast, while sharing a long intimate kiss. Just as I was contemplating exciting future possibilities Sylvie suggested: "Maybe next time we can make time for each other also?"

I could tell that Ash hadn't ruled the idea out even though she answered: "Maybe ... we'll see."

Ash and I both dressed hastily, gave our 'adieux', and held hands back to our villa. We didn't say a word and I think we both decided that talking could wait until the morning. We flung our clothes on a chair, flopped onto bed and cuddled each other to sleep.

It was mid-morning before I stirred. I was on my back, so I rolled back to face Ashley. She must have been attuned to my movement as her eyes opened and we simultaneously said: "Good morning."

She was smiling coyly at me before she asked: "Did you have a good night?"

"I had a great night ... and you?"

"Very pleasant." We continued to gaze at each other before she enquired: "Do you have any regrets?"

"No ... amazingly, I didn't feel any jealousy and was even proud of you. I watched you whenever I could."

"I'm so glad. That was my only concern. So should we do it again, given the right circumstances?"

"I can't see why not. I'd have no problem doing a repeat with Sylvie and André. I would probably agree to do it with someone else; however it'd depend on us agreeing about the other couple. I have no idea how we could find similar people that we could trust."

"Well that can be for discussion for another time. Sylvie and André may be able to offer some ideas."

We then went through telling each other what we'd experienced. Ash suggested we find what André had called a horsehair flogger for teasing during foreplay. I mentioned what Sylvie called pompoir. Our sexual talk had already woken my erection but as I described what this pompoir felt like, I instantly became hard and reinvigorated.

We soon started fondling and kissing each other. In addition to being completely aroused, I needed to reclaim my wife by fucking her. In preparation, I slid down between her legs and started performing oral by worshipping her pussy. I was well into it before I realized that André's seed was probably still present. Strangely, I didn't care as Ashley's juices were already flowing freely.

She pulled me up before I made her too excited and guided my rigid cock into her waiting vagina. I started our slow ride together, however this time I could feel her trying a variety of the muscle squeezes that I'd described. This experiment was short lived as I could feel her impatience mirror my own need.

Once we both climaxed, we cuddled together again, and I had another brief snooze.

Other than having a brief walk and lunch by the pool, we spent the day taking it easy. I sent a few emails then spent most of the day lazing on a sunlounge under the pergola while I read a novel. Ashley was by my side most of the time.

We met our French friends at the appointed time for dinner. Abnormally, they seemed somewhat subdued. I put it down to them perhaps not taking sufficient time to recover.

Most of the conversation centered on places in the States. They asked us about attractions we considered worth visiting. It sounded as though they were planning on another trip to see some of the national parks, but over coffee they asked more about the east coast. It was then that we learnt that towards the end of their trip they were flying to Miami where they planned to rent a car to drive up to Washington DC.

Ash's body language and discreetly raised eyebrows indicated she wanted my permission to ask them to drop in on us at home. We hadn't told them precisely where we lived, however now it seemed appropriate. I gave Ash a nod and said: "Go ahead. Ask them."

"We live in Raleigh. It's in North Carolina, and we don't live far from the main north-south interstate, I95. We'd be pleased if you could visit," then in a suggestive tone she continued, "perhaps stay the night."

Suddenly Sylvie's eyes brightened at the prospect. She then turned to her husband and expectantly asked: "Can we fit that into the itinerary?"

He looked crestfallen as he replied: "Ah ... I don't think so. We have the weekend with the Thompsons. We then leave them on Monday morning and have to be at Dulles Airport that night."

"Couldn't we see them before we go to the Thompson's place?" Sylvie pleaded.

"It would mean skipping Savannah and Charleston completely." He turned to me and asked: "How far is Raleigh from Myrtle Beach?"

"It's at least three hours to the north, so that would mean you'd have to double back and drive an extra six hours."

We all sat quietly, somewhat nonplussed as we contemplated options. "I know ..." Sylvie exclaimed, "could we ask the Thompson's to invited them down for a night?"

"Well, we could try. That will be our last opportunity for us all to play together." He explained.

"Why would that be our last opportunity to play?" I queried André.

"We did not tell you earlier, but this is our last evening here at the Resort. I tried to seek an extension today, but they are all booked out. We wanted to spend more time with you and of course enjoy each other's delights, but we will have to catch the boat to the airport at 8am."

He continued: "I can see what you are thinking Fletch, but rather than have a rushed session tonight, we would rather get together at another time. If the Thompson's doesn't work out, we will return some time to the States."

"Won't the Thompson's think it a bit of an intrusion if we visit to have sex with you both," Ash asked.

"Oh that is why this may work our perfectly," Sylvie explained. "They are inviting us as we introduced them to swapping when they visited France. They have invited us to a swinging weekend with just them. I think they might be happy to include another couple that we think are just perfect."

"Yes," Confirmed André. "When we spoke recently, they had not been with any other couples besides us. As they live relatively close to you, they may be keen to make friends they can see more often."

Encouragingly Sylvie went on: "You will like them both. We enjoy them because they are very similar to us. Sofia is a flight attendant for American Airlines, although I believe she now has a desk job at the airport so she can spend more time with their two young children. As she can get cheap flights to Paris, we have seen them on three separate occasions. She is about my height, a honey blonde with similar ... no slightly larger boobs than me."

"Now Roger is some form of Engineer. Tall, clean shaven, brown hair and funny. Ash, you will find him quite full ... filling ... if you know what I mean." Sylvie finished with a wink.

"They are fitness fanatics, so they are both quite slim. What do you think?" André enquired.

I was very keen on spending another night with our French friends, but I hadn't considered expanding our arrangements to another couple just yet. I looked at Ash and could see she was also cautiously considering the matter.

While we'd been relaxing during the day, I'd pondered on a persistent recognition that Sylvie was only the third woman I had slept with. I hadn't felt any jealousy about Ashley having sex with André, however our recent experience had made me realize I had missed so many opportunities when at college. I didn't want more regrets about missed opportunities in the future.

I decided to prompt my wife. "You did suggest that Sylvie and André may be able to offer some ideas on how we might find other similar couples that we could trust. I think they've just done that."

"Of course you're right, I was just considering what we could do with our children. My parents will be visiting my brother in Chicago."

"Well my parents live at Wilmington. We could drop the children off on the way."

"Of course. That sounds perfect, provided the Thompsons are also happy with the idea."

"By the way, we may not have explicitly stated it before, but we would love you to stay with us whenever you intend to visit France," Sylvie offered. "The children would be no problem as we have the perfect set up. With the Thompson's, the children had the large bedroom downstairs while their parents used a bedroom next to ours, upstairs."

"I know Americans only have short vacations, but I always enjoy showing friends around Paris and the other less well known sites," André amplified.

"This all sounds wonderful. Thank you," Ash enthusiastically agreed. "Fletch and I really work for ourselves, so perhaps we can take longer vacations with the children. Up till now, Fletch has been busy establishing his business, but ..." as she rivetted her eyes on me, "maybe now he can take more time off."

I received her message loud and clear, so when I replied: "Yes dear." Everyone seemed transformed by an air of optimism. I even crossed my fingers in hope.

It was then that André borrowed a pen from the maître d' and started writing on what he called a paper serviette. I was then handed the pen so that we could exchange phone and email details.

We shared goodnight hugs and kisses outside their villa with a promise to see them off tomorrow.

Our alarm woke us up early. We showered and changed and started out for breakfast. We caught Sylvie and André also heading for the same venue. There was little substantive conversation as they were naturally rushing. Ashley and I took our time and then wandered down to the reception to wait for them.

We sat outside as they checked out and then we wandered down the jetty with them. As their suitcases were loaded, we made hasty farewells. I hugged Sylvie as I told her how much fun they'd given us and shared a final kiss.

André and I shook hands as he promised to keep in touch. He informed me that he'd emailed the Thompson's and hoped he could let us know the outcome once they were in Peru. It was all very hasty and a little sad to see them go.

Over the next two days that remained, Ashley and I played some tennis and enjoyed a long slow kayaking on the lagoon. We thought that with that bit of exercise we were justified in sleeping long hours, taking our time in the restaurant and just reading novels. We occasionally took dips in the pool to refresh when it became warm.

In addition we seemed to have a heightened awareness of each other. We were constantly touching and giving kisses to affirm our love. On my behalf, I felt even more bound to my gorgeous wife due to the secret we now shared. We were completely open about our experiences and had no qualms prying into each other's most intimate thoughts or desires. I was conscious we'd learned so much more about each other. As my understanding of Ash increased, so did my determination that I must show her greater consideration when we returned home.

We'd avoided discussing the prospect of meeting others until our last evening at the Resort. It was then that I received an email from André. He'd forwarded a response from the Thomson's who were extending us an invitation to stay for two nights, if we wanted. That would be only four weeks away.

Included was a photograph of Roger and Sofia at a beach. Roger looked buff in his swim trunks and Sofia looked stunning in a bikini. I must have sighed aloud as Ash instantly joined me to see what I had received. After one look, she emphatically stated: "We must accept their kind invitation immediately. Can you also send them that nice photo of us in front of the palms?"