Gail Overnights

I commented, "I thought you were fucking him?"

Gail was unshaken by my words and whispered, "I was fucking Ri… he was making love."

"We continued touching, then cumming, then talking. He had three orgasms. He was also the touchiest person I ever met. He just loved touching me.

"Were you enjoying it?" I asked.

Gail must have considered her answer, "I know this sounds silly… it made me feel pretty, and special."

I considered my response, "You are, both, especially to me."

Gail moved her mouth and kissed me below my ear. "And you for me baby," she said. After a few moments silence "And, I'm not upset about you and Charlotte."

I didn't know what prompted this switch but I answered, "You shouldn't be."

"I know you were with her," Gail invented. "I called her too…when you didn't answer. They didn't answer either."

Whew, I thought, what a relief. I won't have any explaining to do. To change the subject I asked, "So, how did you leave it with Jeff?"

"I said I would call him today," Gail answered, and she rolled to her right and lay beside me. "Are we going to stay in bed all day? I'm starved." She said.

It was almost two o'clock when we left the room and walked down the long hall to the elevators. We had decided to go to a small Vietnamese restaurant we had earlier found, to eat vegetables wrapped in lemon leaves. Gail was wearing maroon shorts that were gently fitted on her behind but loose around the thighs, a perfect length to show her legs. She wore her cork soled pool shoes that made her taller and flopped against her foot from time to time. Her grey knit shirt had a collar but no arms and thick light-maroon stripes angled across the front. She looked fresh and elegant; you would not have known that I had just put her through a terrible night.

When we exited the elevator we walked toward the lobby door hand in hand. Some twenty feet before the doors Gail tugged my hand and stopped. There to her left was Jeff, standing beside a chair, a drink in hand. Gail looked at him, and then turned to me. For a long moment we stared into each others eyes, and then she asked, "Do you want… should I tell him anything."

I smiled, nodding my head, "Yes, tell him your husband is not interested."

Gail let go of my hand and walked to where Jeff was standing, weaving through a few tables, some with guests that were watching her. When she was in front of him he made no effort to greet her, or offer his hand. He just stood there watching Gail's face, as she was obviously telling him something. Seconds later she turned, wound her way back to me, and offered me her hand as we walked to and exited the door.

In the taxi she reached for my hand again, we drove in silence for a moment then I asked her, "What did you say to him?"

Gail turned to look at me, she was smiling, softly I thought, "I told him my husband said no, I thanked him, and I wished him well."

Later that day Gail asked, "You didn't cancel the Greece trip, did you?"

"No I didn't." I said. "We should call Gabriela… find out where we meet in Rhodes."

We had planned a trip to spend our last holiday week with our friends Gabriela and Giancomo on a Greek Island. We had to fly to Athens, then another 300 miles to Rhodes, where we would meet with our friends and take a ferry to Symi.

The remaining days in Monaco were busy. One day we lunched with Peter, had too much wine, and when Gail and I returned to our hotel we made love the rest of the afternoon. We played tennis, together, every day, showering when we got back to the hotel, playing in the shower. The last days before we left reminded us both of our honeymoon; we were inseparable, and insatiable in our passion toward each other. When we left France we were revitalized, and very much in love.