When he woke, Jack showered and then made lunch for them both. Saturday afternoon usually meant standing around outside a church or registry office waiting for the blushing bride and groom to find their places as he took shots for the photo album they would treasure for their rest of their lives. Or until they divorced and it ended up in the attic. But this Saturday his diary was empty and he sat and scanned the national papers looking for jobs, ideas, anything that would offer a way forward while Nicole went out shopping with some of her many friends whose names he found it hard to keep track of.

  Scanning the property section, Jack’s eye was caught by several ads for properties in France and one, in particular, sounded more than interesting. It was a converted farmhouse, with a swimming pool and an adjacent olive grove, perched on the side of a hill in a region of Provence he had often driven through on the way south for family holidays. The house looked as if it needed work, but the price was right and if he put his own house up for sale he would more than have enough to buy it and carry out the necessary improvements. Jack had no idea what Nicole’s reaction would be: she would have to stay with his late wife’s sister while she finished her schooling but she’d be able to spend every vacation with him, giving him time to make the renovations so she would see what he had achieved every time she visited.

  But the biggest question was how would he earn money when he was there? It was time for a heart-to-heart with Nicole. If she liked the idea, then they were in business, whatever the complications.

  * * * *

  There were times when the French legal system, not to mention the absence of a main water supply and links to the village telephone system, seemed insurmountable but, now, six months later, Jack was able to admit that he had beaten the difficulties and had a home that was close to perfect. Slowly but surely he picked up work, photo assignments from English and American newspapers and magazines, and took professional shots of properties for rental and sale on behalf of several local estate agents.

  The hardest part was being separated from Nicole while she continued her schooling in England. Jack found it almost unbearable being without her, not only because he missed her company and the laughter they shared, but because it meant going without sex, and especially anal sex, until she was able to join him. But then, about a week before Nicole was due to arrive for the long summer vacation, something happened that changed the situation and took Jack completely by surprise.

  One morning, Rafiq turned up at the house with a young man he said was his friend, Zidi. He asked if Jack would have any objection to the young man helping with the olive harvest.

  “No, of course not,” Jack said, smiling at Zidi who was graceful with black curling hair and dark mischievous eyes. Zidi wore nothing except blue denim shorts and his golden skin looked smooth and silky. He wasn’t very tall but he was perfectly proportioned, and the shorts he was wearing hugged his cute little backside tightly. Jack also noticed, and put the reaction down to being intensely sexually frustrated, that the young man’s tight shorts showed off a surprisingly large bulge at his crotch.

  As he watched Rafiq lead Zidi up the path toward the olive groves, Jack wondered whether to masturbate to ease his frustration and the longing he felt for Nicole, his mind filling with the vision of her naked under him, the softness of her breasts against his lips, her nails raking his back in passion as her body shuddered in response to the forceful thrusts of his cock into her ass, then withdrawing at the moment of climax so he could fill her mouth with his sperm. The vision was so intensely arousing Jack had to distract himself by going to the kitchen to prepare the beef stew with baby onions in red wine that would be Rafiq and Zidi’s reward for their morning’s labors.

  Obsessed by lust for Nicole, Jack was monosyllabic during the meal and barely noticed that Rafiq was watching him closely, his eyes occasionally meeting Zidi’s. When Jack poured coffee, Rafiq reached for the small pouch in which he kept his dope and rolled a joint. When it was lit the Moroccan inhaled the fragrant smoke and said, as he passed the joint to Jack, “You are perhaps worrying about money, Mr. Jack?”

  “No,” Jack said, smiling. “I just miss Nicole, Rafiq. I wish she was here.”

  Rafiq nodded, taking a drag of the joint. “She is beautiful, too?”

  “Oh yes, very beautiful.”

  “Sexy with nice curves, big bosoms, a woman’s bottom?”

  “Yes, Rafiq,” he said, laughing. “Just your type.”

  Rafiq smiled and said, slyly, “She is not virgin, then?”

  “I don’t think so, no,” Jack said, knowing his voice gave him away.

  Rafiq passed Jack the joint and waited for a moment. Then he said, “In my country many men know the answer for sure. Because they are girl’s first lover. They fuck her mouth, pussy and ass, especially ass because then she will not get pregnant.”

  “Don’t their future husbands mind?”

  Rafiq waved his hand, spreading the fragrant smoke of the joint. “No,” he said.

  “And if they have no girls?”

  “Then the young man, also in ass. Is common custom and good one, I think.”

  He reached out and put his arm round Zidi’s shoulders, pulling the young man to him and kissing him on the cheek. Zidi smiled happily.

  “Goodness,” Jack said in surprise, helping himself to another glass of wine and unsure of how much further he wanted the conversation to go.

  “But is not custom in England,” Rafiq said as a statement not a question, his eyes watching Jack’s.

  “No,” Jack said.

  “That is a shame, Mr. Jack,” Rafiq said, his eyes glittering. “Because if a man has a beautiful girl with nice curves, big bosoms and a shapely bottom it would be a pity not to enjoy her. And if a man liked to fuck the three holes of such a sexy girl, he would surely miss her when she was not with him...”

  Maybe it was the couple of bottles of wine they’d drunk with lunch, or the dope, or both, but Jack knew his prick was standing up rigid in his pants, clearly visible to Rafiq and suddenly there seemed no point in hiding his feelings any longer.

  “I have enjoyed Nicole many, many times, Rafiq,” he said slowly, his voice thick with lust. “Nothing is as nice as riding her soft, warm bottom. Filling her asshole with my come and then licking it out, like sweet cream.”

  Rafiq whispered something in Zidi’s ear who smiled broadly. The young man slid from his seat, walked over to Jack and took him by the hand.

  “Is not good you have not had fuck with your beautiful girl for so long,” Rafiq said, his voice seductive. “Is too hot for work now, time for siesta. You come with Zidi and me. We relax on bed in cool bedroom and you tell us more about how you like to fuck your pretty Nicole.”

  “Okay,” said Jack, slightly bemused but intrigued. He assumed Rafiq had a mutual masturbation session in mind and felt relaxed about it: he was desperate to relieve the pressure in his balls and felt turned on by the thought of watching his sperm spurt in thick gushes from the swollen head of his prick onto his stomach.

  Jack followed Rafiq while Zidi walked off to the kitchen, Jack assumed to open a fresh bottle of wine and take it upstairs. Rafiq made his way to Jack’s bedroom where he stripped off his cotton shirt and pushed his pants down off his legs. As the Moroccan stretched out on the divan bed, Jack could see he was wearing a leather g-string that barely covered the bulging sex underneath. Feeling sexual excitement grip his body, Jack sat next to Rafiq who was looking at him with dark, brooding eyes.

  Zidi appeared holding a bottle of wine and a glass which he filled and handed to Jack, kneeling to put the empty bottle on the floor at the foot of the bed. As Jack put the drink to his lips, the young Moroccan man bent over him and began to undo the buttons of his shirt, Zidi’s soft hands caressing Jack’s tanned chest and titillating his nipples before moving down to his waist and undoing his belt, revealing the rising mound of Jack’s prick beneath his white briefs.

  Jack drained the glass which was taken from him by Rafiq, feeling waves of relaxing sensuousness creep over his body. He lay with his back against a pile of pillows and allowed Zidi to pull the pants off his legs. Jack’s skin, sunburned though it was, contrasted sharply with the olive skin of the two Moroccans.

  Expecting that Zidi would join him and Rafiq on the bed and wondering just how far he should go in telling the two friends what he liked to do to Nicole’s ass, Jack was conscious of the fact that his penis was very hard and stiff and his mouth went dry as Zidi knelt on the floor between his open legs and peeled back the material of his briefs, exposing his rearing cock.

  As the young man’s tongue touched Jack’s twitching knob making it jerk violently, Rafiq slowly straddled his reclining body, kneeling with his legs on either side of Jack’s chest, the bulging black leather g-string positioned immediately in front of Jack’s face, the Moroccan’s muscled torso towering above his head.

  Zidi now caught hold of Jack’s rampant prick, holding it still while he avidly sucked and licked the glans. With his free hand he gently squeezed Jack’s balls, sending ripples of pleasure through Jack’s entire body, making him push his hips upwards in an endeavor to force his penis deep into the young man’s wet mouth.

  While Zidi was doing this, Jack stared hypnotized at Rafiq’s ominously bulging g-string. Accepting the inevitably of what was going to happen and realizing it was what he wanted, Jack ran his hands up the Moroccan man’s muscled legs, caught hold of the top of the g-string and peeled it downwards, allowing Rafiq’s massive sex to hang loosely inches from his lips.

  It was one of the biggest pricks Jack had ever seen in his life, and slack though it was at the moment its thick length hung downward a good six inches. As Jack stared, Rafiq leaned forward, grasping the headboard of the divan, his heavy cock and balls rubbing against Jack’s face, allowing him to savor the aroma of his virility.

  Soon the soft flesh began to stiffen and as Jack reached up and caught hold of Rafiq’s erecting weapon it jerked fully into life, its thick length sticking out from between the Moroccan’s legs to the full extent of its twelve inches. Bending the enormous prick to his lips, Jack opened his mouth wide to accommodate the glans, glistening with semen, between his lips.

  Jack closed his fingers round Rafiq’s hanging balls and allowed the Moroccan’s quivering penis to sink deep into his mouth. Zidi meanwhile forced Jack’s legs wide apart and continued to suck his excited prick, at the same time working Jack’s asshole open with several saliva-wet fingers. As Jack moaned and squirmed with delight, the juices from Rafiq’s cock pungent on his tongue, he felt something cold and hard press against his anus and knew it was the neck of the empty wine bottle. Slowly Zidi pushed the bottle, slick with some kind of oil, hard up inside Jack’s asshole, never for a moment ceasing his sucking and masturbating of Jack’s cock.

  As the young man pushed the bottle back and forth in Jack’s asshole, his mouth glued onto Jack’s swollen prick, Rafiq pushed forward, his massive penis reaching deep into Jack’s throat almost making him choke. His hips pumping up and down in helpless abandonment under the treatment his prick and asshole were receiving from Zidi, Rafiq’s cock wedged firmly in his throat, Jack knew he was on the verge of a violent climax.

  Suddenly Zidi withdrew the bottle from Jack’s anus and stripped off his tight shorts. Rafiq withdrew the thick muscle of his cock from Jack’s mouth, and putting a powerful arm under the Englishman’s body, stretched him flat on his face along the bed.

  Jack pressed his rigid cock hard into the springy surface of the divan and braced his backside as Rafiq straddled him once more, only this time from the rear. As the Moroccan’s outsize prick pushed its way into his anus, Jack was glad of the widening his asshole had received at the hands of Zidi, it helped prepare him for the fucking he was about to receive.

  Even so, Rafiq’s virile rod seemed to have no end as it penetrated deeper and deeper into Jack’s asshole, making him quiver with excitement, his spunk once more threatening to erupt from his straining dick.

  Slowly Rafiq sank the whole of his length into the squirming Englishman. Then, lying down flat on top of Jack, Rafiq splayed Jack’s buttocks with his hands and concentrated on sliding his tool up and down Jack’s rectum already well lubricated by Zidi.

  Zidi stood watching, his penis erect against his stomach. He waited while Rafiq began to turn, dragging Jack over on top of him so that Jack’s thick prick was exposed to Zidi’s view once more. Rafiq, now lying underneath the Englishman, still had his cock shoved well up into Jack’s asshole.

  Jack began to feel his sperm rise again as Zidi got astride both Rafiq and himself, and, taking Jack’s over-excited cock in his fingers, lowered his well greased asshole onto the swollen sex. His legs wide apart, heels digging into the surface of the divan, Jack pushed his ass urgently up and down on Rafiq’s deliciously satisfying phallus as Zidi rode the length of his own prick. At the same time, Jack reached out with his hand, caught hold of Zidi’s stiff cock and began to masturbate it rapidly, making the young man’s ass bounce up and down on his hard penis at an even faster pace.

  Both men and the young man fucked on until Jack couldn’t stand it any longer. Spunk racing up his prick he jammed his ass hard down on Rafiq’s rigid cock. As Zidi’s ass cheeks slapped against his stomach, completely absorbing the prick stuck up his asshole, Jack exploded his sperm inside the young Moroccan man, moaning with intense pleasure, his limbs stretching rigid as his juices poured out of his stiff swollen dick into the sheath of Zidi’s ass.

  At the same time Zidi, still being masturbated by Jack, ejaculated violently, spraying his abundant semen over Jack’s face and chest. Some of it splashed onto Rafiq’s exposed face. The sight of him jetting his spunk over the Englishman was the last straw for Rafiq. Rolling his sperm covered face to one side with a moan, Rafiq’s muscular frame went taut as his sex juices escaped with a rush and began to pump up into Jack’s well fucked asshole, making the Englishman gasp with delight as the head of the huge penis filling his bowels swelled to its full capacity, pumping out the contents of Rafiq’s balls in a hot, thick stream.

  Shuddering, gasping, and wiping off Zidi’s spunk that was running into his eyes, Jack became aware that he was feeling completely sexually satisfied thanks to the two young Moroccans. Never, in his wildest imaginings, had he expected to know what it felt like for Nicole when he exploded in climax into the depths of her rectum. But he knew now: an intense pleasure that, he promised himself, he would experience again whenever he, Rafiq and Zidi were in the mood. And, in return, he would offer Rafiq the pleasures of Nicole’s tight, hotly clasping asshole to sink his prick into. After all, it was the least he could do to repay the Moroccan for introducing him to a world of sexuality he had never before dreamed of exploring.

  * * * *

  Air France flew from Heathrow to Marseille several times a day and Nicole knew Jack would be waiting to meet the flight due in at 11:45 in the morning. He had told her on the phone the night before that it was only an hour’s drive to the new house and they would be home in time for lunch.

  As she collected her suitcase from the carousel, Nicole felt a surge of excitement. The sky as she exited the plane was a blinding blue, the scent of sea air and wildflowers was heavy in the air, overpowered only by the stink of jet fuel as she walked across to the terminal building. Ahead of her was the new experience of living in a foreign country, the long summer vacation stretching out ahead to give her chance to polish her language skills, to learn about French culture and history, and especially to explore the countryside around the house, if possible on horseback because she loved horses and was an accomplished rider. Jack had said in his latest email that he hoped she would like what he had done with the house, the room he’d decorated for her, the divan bed and furnishings he’d chosen. She’d smiled when she read he especially wanted her to find the bed comfortable because he intended to spend a lot of time in it with her.

  As she joined the stream of passengers moving through Passport Control, Customs and baggage retrieval, Nicole felt pleased by the admiring stares she received from men, both officials and fellow travelers. She knew how sexy she looked in tight jeans that hugged the curves of her hips and showed off her long legs and a matching denim jacket that left her midriff bare and exposed almost the whole of her cleavage. She wanted it to be obvious to Jack from the way her heavy breasts bounced when she walked she was wearing nothing under the jacket and was turned on by the way the tips of her nipples brushed against the soft inside lining.

  Finally Nicole was free of the formalities of flying and walked through to the Arrivals Lounge, pulling her wheelie suitcase, scanning the waiting chauffeurs holding up name signs, holiday couriers, anxious wives with children in tow. And then there he was, pushing politely through the throng, his face lighting up as soon as he saw her.

  Nicole had promised herself she wouldn’t cry from joy but she couldn’t help it, tears came to her eyes as she hugged him and he held her tight, stroking her face and kissing her on the lips, as if to reassure her yes, they were together after the longest, hardest separation of their lives. All in the same instant, she wanted him to know how much she’d missed him, how pleased she was to see him, how she never wanted to lose him, and how much she desired him. The only way she could convey such a mass of emotions was to dart her tongue into his mouth, a little signal she was every bit as excited to see him as he was to be holding her huge breasts pressed against his chest, his hands cupping the cheeks of her ass, his erect prick pressing against her mons. Nicole felt her pussy flood in response to his touch.