Where exactly was I going with all this? I now had a girlfriend who I had special feelings for over and above the sexual fulfilment and a guy who I felt the same about too. And they were friends, former lovers, and lived close to each other.
I had to make plans to go and see them both in England, but who should I stop with? Who did I want to see most? It was awkward.
As soon as I had arrived back from the airport having dropped Yvonne off, Gary wanted to chat about things. Normally, he would want me to describe all the things that I had got up to with her and then have his wicked way with me.
But not this time. He just talked about Sam, the holidaymaker I had picked up. He told me that there were so many opportunities out there during the holiday season and that I should be looking out for more.
He even showed me a mail order site with really sexy outfits. Not underwear, but really tarty sort of stuff – very short dresses and skirts, zip fronts etc. He wanted me to order some.
I told him that this was the stuff that young girls wear, not people of my age. He was very complimentary, telling me that age is just a number and I still had a great figure. It’s always nice to be told that, and I mellowed a bit.
In the end, I agreed to order some and told him that I would go out “on the pull” sometimes for him.
Well, it was for him, but I have to admit the feeling it gave me being with younger lovers was quite extraordinary. I was loving all the attention, and it was like I had to prove I could still do it.
Then we talked about Ben’s arrival in a weeks time, and I also told him that I wanted to book a flight back to the UK as soon as I could. He was OK about both and told me to fix up a flight when it was convenient.
Whether he was tired or not, I don’t know, but he didn’t want any action for a change. We went upstairs to bed, had a quick hug, and I drifted off to sleep thinking about Yvonne.
Mike came on webcam the next night. He asked briefly about how things had gone with Yvonne. I told him that she had really enjoyed her holiday and wanted to come again.
I was trying to tempt Mike into coming over instead of me going to his place, but he said his work commitments made that very unlikely.
Then we got down to our usual webcam sex. He loved watching me get my kit off and start playing with myself. He was already naked and played with that lovely cock that I knew he was so good with.
I was watching the screen, but my mind was actually thinking about Yvonne riding me pussy to pussy. I turned my vibrator up to full speed and ran it all around the folds of my pussy, then onto my clit.
I threw my head back as I brought myself to a very quick cum, then looked back at the screen to see that Mike had shot his load all over his tummy.
We both remarked how fast and wonderful it had been, but, of course, Mike didn’t realise that my mind had been elsewhere.
Another couple of nights of no action from hubby followed, and Ray was very busy at the bar and hadn’t found time to visit me either. So when Friday came around, I decided I was going to go to Fethiye. Our new swinging friends, Bob and Linda, had told us of another club, and I wanted to go and check it out.
I asked Gary if he wanted to go, but he said he would take me there but had already made other plans, so he wouldn’t be stopping.
He was curious to see the club though, so we went in together. He got me a drink, but only had water himself as he was driving. The club was very busy already and there were people of all ages. He finished his drink quickly, leaving me on my own at the table, which was a high circular one with bar stools around it.
My new clothes hadn’t been delivered yet, so I wore an old faithful yellow and white mini dress, white high heels, and a bright red bra and pantie set, which showed a little through my dress. My legs were a lovely colour because of all the sunbathing, so I didn’t wear hold-ups or stockings this time.
I watched all that was going on with interest. But it dawned on me after about ten minutes that it was all couples. I seemed to be the only one on my own.
It felt a little awkward, but I ordered another drink telling myself that I would finish it and make my way home.
The bar was getting really full, so it was no surprise when a couple asked if they could join me at the table. We started chatting. They were Turkish, a married couple on their holiday from the capital, Ankara.
He spoke very good English, but his wife only had a few words. His name was Ali and his wife was called Ozlem, and they were regular holidaymakers to Fethiye. They were both probably in their mid-forties.
Ali was quite distinguished looking. He had black hair with just a touch of grey and a moustache. Ozlem was really petite, with short dark hair. The thing I noticed about her was her eyes. They were really dark, almost black, and they smiled at you.
“Did you know that tonight is a couples night?” Ali said to me. “Oh yes, “I lied, “I came with my husband be he got called away.”
Ali asked when he would be back, and again I lied, telling him that I had just had a phone call to say he wouldn’t be coming back.
Then Ali turned to his wife and spoke to her in Turkish. I didn’t understand exactly what was said, but it was obvious from body language that Ozlem had agreed to something.
“Can I get you two a drink?” I inquired.
“That’s very nice of you, but I will get them, Jill, what are you drinking?”
We made conversation as best we could. It was slow because Ali had to translate everything for his wife. But she smiled at me and nodded a lot.
As we finished our drinks, I put my hand in the air to attract a waiter, but Ali pulled my arm down again and asked how I felt about going back to their hotel.
“A threesome?” I asked as I looked at them both hopefully.
” I think that’s what you call it,” Ali replied.
I had pulled again. We got in a taxi, and ten minutes later we pulled up outside a hotel called the Orka. We walked straight to their room. There was a guy on reception, but otherwise, there was nobody about.
It was a good size room with just a double bed and an armchair, and a separate bathroom. Ozlem walked straight to the bathroom as I took my shoes off for a bit of comfort. Ali just stood staring at me and said simply “Don’t stop there.”
I turned around so that he could unzip me and then just stepped out of my dress with my back to him. He cupped my breasts as he started to nibble the back of my neck, then moved one hand down to my panties and pulled me tight against him.
Expertly, he unclipped my red bra. That fell to the floor too, and I turned around. Our tongues found each other impatiently as he caressed my nipples lovingly.
Ali’s tongue was very long, and as he moved it from my mouth to my nipples, his hand found it’s way inside my panties from the back, and I felt his fingers starting to explore both my holes.
We came apart. I walked over to the bed and looked straight at him as I pulled my panties off. Ali returned the look, smiling at me as he stripped off. He looked good naked. Not exactly a six-pack, but a well-defined body with little or no excess fat.
But the most striking thing was that he was completely and utterly hairless on his chest, tummy, arse and cock and balls too. it was lovely to suck his very smooth balls as I wanked his prick.
Ali pulled me around, and my shaved pussy soon got a lovely licking while I carried on with the blow job. He was licking my bumhole and cheeks too, so I was beginning to realise that I was in for a real treat.
I could have done with some more foreplay from his tongue, but impatiently, he got up onto his knees and thrust his lovely smooth cock into my pussy from behind.
Ali was good, very good in fact. His cock had a wide girth and it was stretching my pussy. He cupped my eager tits as he pounded away, going fast, then teasing me by nearly pulling all the way out before pushing it all the way back in.
I was making a lot of noise. I was so near to an orgasm. I peeked back over my shoulder to watch him and realised that he was nearly there too.
There was no stopping either of us now. I moved up and down his shaft as best I could, and Ali was going faster and faster, and we climaxed at the same time. He didn’t pull out and his hot spunk filled my very satisfied pussy.
What a fuck. It was quick, but so, so satisfying. As we lay together on the bed getting our breath back, I suddenly realised that Ozlem had not returned to the bedroom. I had come here for a threesome but only had Ali while his wife stayed in the bathroom. Very strange.
I think Ali must have read my thoughts. He got up, walked to the bathroom, and the next thing I knew, Ozlem was walking towards me, smiling, and completely naked.
God, she was so skinny. Her legs looked as if they could hardly hold her up, and even her thighs were skin and bone. Her boobs were small too, but somehow, the whole package looked very sexy.
Her short dark hair was boyish, and like her hubby, there was not a hair to be seen on her body.
There were no words. We just started running our hands over each other’s bodies. Ozlem was very skilful, with a lovely light touch that tickled and sent shivers down my spine.
We played with each other for ages, and I was ready for some real girlie action. I pulled her on top of me and kissed her urgently and passionately. She was making little murmuring noises now, which turned me on some more.
Ozlem was so slight, I felt as though I had to take charge. I pulled her buttocks down onto my face and buried my tongue in the folds of her pussy. She was very wet already, and she smelt absolutely divine.
She reached forward and started fingering me, whilst making more and more noise from the pleasure my tongue was giving her.
I think she was nearly ready to cum, but I was still in charge, and I wanted to feel her tongue going down on me. So I got her to lie down and positioned my aching pussy over her face. She knew exactly what to do, and boy, she was good at it too.
I managed to get my tongue on her pussy too, fingering all around her pussy lips while my tongue got as far as it would go from that position.
Now it was my turn to be near a cum. Ozlem didn’t stop or tease, just carried on with a very skilful licking. Then I felt her fingers on my bumhole, just tickling lightly.
It was enough to send me over the top, and I had the most wonderful, powerful cum as she carried on licking. Then Ozlem squealed in delight as she came almost straight afterwards.
I hoped that Ali might come and join us at this stage, but he was still in the bathroom. I wanted more, and, of course, I wanted to try my recently acquired skill of grinding pussies together.
I was still the one in control so I pushed her legs open really wide, got in between them, and moved about until it was just right. Our pussy lips were together. I started gradual movements against her. I watched Ozlem’s expressions as I really got into it.
Her eyes had an expression of amazement and bliss all rolled into one. The feeling was fucking incredible. Ozlem began to respond with little movements of her own. It was wonderful, and we kept it going for ages, changing positions just slightly, but always against each other where it mattered.
We were both lost in passion. At one stage, she put her arms around my bum and pulled me really tight against her. She was quite strong for such a small frame. Then she played with her tits. They were very small but beautiful with little red buttons for nipples.
Ali, at last, came back into the bedroom. I think the noise his wife was making got him interested. But he just stood and watched as we carried on.
We swapped positions so that Ozlem was riding me now, and it was just as good. Because she was so skinny, it was easier for her to get the right contact. This time we just carried on until we both orgasmed, me first, and then Ozlem a couple of minutes later. Wow.
So, there was no actual threesome. Ali had watched the two of us for a while, and I even tried to make eye contact with him to try and get him to join in, but apparently it was not on his agenda.
I showered on my own, got dressed and we said our goodbyes. It was good, but I was disappointed it didn’t go on longer. We parted on good terms with a hug from both of them and Ozlem secretly passed a card to me, which I later found out had her email address on it. Interesting.
After a taxi home, it was nearly two am. Hubby’s car was not there, and neither was he. So he would just have to wait to hear all about my latest bit of fun.
I heard him come in. I had no idea how late it was, so I decided we had to talk in the morning, and I drifted off back to sleep again.
But Gary was the one who said we had to talk when we got up the next morning. I wondered what was coming, and I have to say I feared the worst.
It turned out that he had been fucking Yasemin the tennis coach. Apparently her husband had walked out on her a few weeks ago and left her with her two kids. Gary had been an ear for her, then a bit of comfort, and finally, a shag. He was very honest about everything. He had fucked her three times now, but he didn’t want an affair. He hoped I would understand.
It was difficult for me. I have lived a wild sex life with many different partners, and Gary was OK about all of it. Part of me was jealous, and another part forgiving, and even a bit proud that my hubby could still pull a much younger lady. He was after all in his seventies.
Unlike him, I did not want to hear all the details, but Gary told me anyway! Yasemin’s experience of sex with her husband had been just one thing. Penetration from the back. No foreplay, no oral, no toys, just a plain and simple fuck. And she had never had an orgasm. She didn’t even know that ladies had orgasms.
Well, according to Gary, she knew all about these things now. The end result being that Yasemin now wanted my Gary for keeps. Gary had dug himself into a hole, and of course, he wanted out.
I told Gary that he would have to tell her that he would never leave me. I also said I would be OK about them having a bit of fun together every now and then. I finished with “and if you could talk her into a threesome with us both, that would be pretty exciting.”
I couldn’t believe I had said that, but I did think she was a good looking lady with the weight she had lost when I last saw them playing tennis together.
The ball was in Gary’s court now. He had to tell her that there was no long term future, and how he did that was up to him.
He put the kettle on for a cup of coffee, and I asked him if he wanted to hear about what I had got up to the night before. “Bloody hell, I’m sorry Jill, I’d forgotten all about your night out. How did it go?”
Over the coffee, I told him all about Ali and Ozlem. Well, in fact, we didn’t finish the coffee, but rushed upstairs to bed and had a wonderful session. Things were back to normal, and considering that Gary had fucked a 37-year-old lady the night before, he was pretty damn good.
Later in the day, I checked my mail and was delighted to see Yvonne had sent me a very long one. She was very flattering and told me that she was really missing me. She wanted me to come over and see her as soon as possible, but also said she would like to have another holiday in Turkey before the end of the year too.
Thinking about the two of us together made me randy and my hand went down inside my panties while I read her mail again. She was something special. Yes, I had just had good sex with Ozlem, told my hubby that I wanted a bit of fun with his Yasemin, but the feelings I had for Yvonne were way, way more strong.
What the hell was wrong with me. I’d picked up a couple the night before, had great sex with both of them, then I’d been very well fucked by my hubby an hour before, and here I was bringing myself to another orgasm thinking about Yvonne.
The day got better. I had a nice relaxing afternoon by the pool, then a Skype conversation with Ben, who confirmed what time his flight was arriving in four days time. Then, it never rains, but it pours, Ray messaged me just as we were going to bed to say he was coming around.
It turned out that he wanted a threesome. There was no drink, hardly any chatting. Ray knew what he wanted and didn’t want to waste any time. My pale blue mini dress was unzipped and pulled over my head, and Ray almost pushed me onto our settee.
Gary went down on me and I felt his tongue through the flimsy material of my tiny white panties, Ray removed my bra, and then pulled his cock out so that I could start giving him a blow job. Ray tweaked my nipples too, at first playfully but then as I kept on giving his cock all the attention I could, he got a bit rough with them.
I loved the feel on Gary pushing my panties up my pussy with his tongue. We all stayed in that position for a good five minutes, and I was loving every bit of the attention I was getting. Then they swapped around, and Ray pulled my panties down and right off.
Again, he was a little rough, three fingers disappearing into my very wet pussy while he licked all around my clit. Gary’s cock was rampant, and in a state of frenzy, I reached up and wanked him while I gave his balls a good sucking.
I was loving it all, but it got better, as Ray moved me, sat down, and positioned me on his cock. I was straddling him, and as he was fucking me, I moved a little to the side. My left tit was in Ray’s mouth while Gary sucked on the other one. Ray’s fingers were playing with my bumhole too.
My orgasm was absolutely wonderful and went on for ages. And while I was gasping and mouthing very dirty things about Ray’s cock, their two tongues came off my boobs and got each other. Slowly at first, but then really going for it while I continued to ride Ray’s cock.
Ray’s spunk exploded into me as he and Gary carried on with their tongue action. I got off to go to the bathroom, and when I came back, my hubby and my lover were sucking each other’s cocks in a sixty-nine on the settee.
I loved watching. I noticed that Ray was already hard again. And then, without a word, he was fucking Gary’s bum over the arm of the settee. I watched it all, spellbound. It wasn’t long before Ray shot his load again all over Gary’s bum cheeks.
It was a strange feeling watching my hubby and my toyboy lover making out. No jealous feeling at all. Well, in fact, I found it a bit of a turn on. So when Ray got dressed and made his way out the back door, I was a bit miffed.
But it had been a satisfying time for me, and it gave Gary and I a lot to talk about for sure.
The next few days were uneventful as we got prepared for Ben’s arrival. Ten days with him was a very exciting prospect.
I knew what to expect now whenever Ben arrived. Lots of lovely new sexy underwear for me, good conversation and company, and loads of sex.
And I wasn’t disappointed in the least. Ben loves his holidays here. We combine dining out, sightseeing and sex. He plays the part of one of Gary’s old workmates very well and is well known and thought of amongst our friends in the village.
The sex was regular and very good. He didn’t ever hurt me and respected me. And he is excellent with his tongue. We only had the one threesome. Gary was happy to listen to my squeals of delight and moaning most of the time, but if we had sex anytime outdoors, he watched and took a few photos.
One day we all drove out for a couple of hours to a lake called Salda. It’s known as “the Turkish Maldives” because is has lovely white sand. It’s a big lake, and we managed to find a secluded spot where Ben and I had a lovely session that went on for nearly half an hour uninterrupted by anyone.
We were both covered in the sand, so we rushed into the lovely cool water naked to wash it off. We stood in water just above our knees and washed and caressed each other. Gary was watching from the shore, and couldn’t see that we were being watched from a distance of about 50 metres by a host of holidaymakers on another part of the beach just around the corner from where we had made out.
We just carried on until we were clean, and then had a wonderful tonguey kiss in front of them all. I actually wanted to carry on performing in front of them all, but Ben thought it may cause trouble, so we wandered back to our little hiding place, before getting dressed and preparing for the journey home.
Undoubtedly, that was the most romantic place in the world that I had ever been fucked in. Simply beautiful.
The ten days went very quickly, and Ben was already pencilling in dates with us for another stay.
While Ben was with us, my delivery of clothes that Gary wanted me to order turned up. After dropping Ben off at the airport, it was time to try them on when we got home.
There were mini dresses with splits up the side, mini skirts which unzipped at the front, some see-through stuff as well. Gary watched as I tried it all on. There were a couple that looked terrible on me, but I was pleasantly surprised about most of it, and it seemed good quality too.
Gary took loads of pics of me modelling the stuff and then talked me into doing the same with the sexy underwear that Ben had bought me. It did the trick for him, and he had to put the camera down and have his wicked way with me.
Of course, he now wanted me to go and try some of the stuff out on a night out. Oh well, if that’s what he wanted, I supposed I would have to give it a go!
The next day was a real eye-opener for me. After a bit of housework, a swim and a bite to each for lunch, Gary said he wanted to talk to me.
He took me through to our office and showed me a word document. It was entitled My Jill’s Conquests. It wasn’t all that long and only had brief details such as names,dates and places. But it was a complete dossier of every sexual encounter I had experienced, even including the first time Gary himself had fucked me when I was just fifteen.
I read through it all. There were a couple in there that I had forgotten about, and some that brought back pussy dampening memories.
When I’d finished reading Gary said “OK Jill. You’ve had thirty-seven cocks and five ladies. We are not getting any younger, so I am just asking if there is anything else you would like to experience.”
“Well, the thought of a gang bang is still prominent in my thoughts,” I replied.
We had already talked about that a few months before and Gary had said he would do what he could to arrange it.
“And another thing I quite fancy is a real orgy. You know, like the Roman scenes you see in films,” I continued
Gary said he quite fancied that idea too and would think about how to organise one.
“Anything else?” asked Gary.
“No, I don’t think so, but I am telling you now that you had better alter your number of cocks total to thirty-nine,” I said with a smile on my face.
It was time to tell Gary about two experiences from long ago when I was in my thirties when he was urging me to take other lovers. I hadn’t told him about either of them, but two workmates of his had fucked me. The only reason I had kept it to myself was that we had an unwritten rule about it not being with anyone we both knew at the time.
So, I had to tell him about Ian, a tall dark work colleague of Gary who chatted me up at his work’s Christmas do. When it was over, Gary and I went different ways, and I ended up at a disco with loads of his office colleagues.
Ian had chatted me up, had a few dances, and then took me back to his place. From memory, it was a pretty decent fuck too. He had wanted to carry on, but I didn’t want a relationship, so it was a one-off.
The other one to tell Gary about happened after a New Years Eve fancy dress party at our own house. I had gone as a french tart, complete with a red beret, black and white hooped top, fishnet stockings, and a shiny red skirt, about knee length, but with a split up one side which showed my stocking top and a bit of bare flesh above. I had made the skirt myself too.!
It was a great party. We had seen the New Year in. One of Gary’s mates called John had come as Frankenstein’s monster and had kept the act up all night. Before leaving, he asked where their coats were. He had come with his wife.
So I led him innocently upstairs to the smallest bedroom, where all the coats were laid on the bed. He thanked me for the party and kissed me. I thought it was just going to be a peck on the cheek, but it was a lot more than that.
Then he simply asked if I would meet him somewhere soon and be a real tart. I had drunk a lot of wine by then, and I agreed. Three nights later I met John at a pub, and we ended up fucking in the back seat of his car. It was another one-off. We were both married, and I didn’t fancy him that much when I was sober.
Gary loved discovering that I had some naughty secrets after all, and we had a real session of afternoon delight.
A week later, unwittingly, I had taken the first steps towards one of the things on my wish list.
I had gone to play badminton on my own. Gary was busy with boring things like health insurance. We all played at a school in Fethiye, about thirty minutes drive away.
On the return journey, I drove home in my kit, a white t-shirt and a cream pleated tennis skirt which of course showed a lot of my legs. I had music and air conditioning on in my car and was happily driving home with my mind on trying to recall the lyrics of the songs.
It was a main dual carriageway, and I was plodding along in the inside lane when a truck overtook me. It was a very slow bit of overtaking, and as he pulled level with me, I looked up and saw a guy in the passenger seat looking down at me and talking to the driver.
They stayed dead level with me. If I slowed down, they did too, and the same if I speeded up. I checked all my mirrors. There was nothing coming either way.
I was actually quite enjoying being ogled, so I pulled my skirt up as far as I could, which I am sure would have exposed my panties a little.
Then the guy got his mobile out and started taking pictures of me. That did it for me. I was a performer again, and I loved the power it gave me.
I switched off the air-con and wound my window down so that he could get better pics. Then I undid all the buttons on my T-shirt one by one. My bra would have been visible from his position above me.
Then I moved one hand to my crotch and started rubbing myself, giving a lovely smile to his camera when I could. It was making me really wet.
He was shouting something to me, but with a combination of wind noise, and the fact that my Turkish is not all that good, I didn’t understand.
He must have gone on Google translate, because the next thing I knew, he held up a piece of paper with “Follow me” written on it.
Five minutes later we were at some sort of truck stop. There was just the truck and my little car next to it there.
The driver and his mate jumped out of their cab, and came round and held my door open while I got out. I made sure that they got an even better look at my panties as I got out.
They walked me around to the back of their trailer. The driver, who I hadn’t seen very well while I was driving, opened the trailer doors and climbed in.
Both guys were probably in their late thirties or early forties, and they both looked pretty fit. The driver’s mate then picked me up and lifted me into the back of the trailer.
He closed the door without fastening it. It was quite dark, but there were little bits of light coming through the trucks curtains, and the roof was a sort of perspex which allowed a little light through.
The trailer was completely empty apart from some pieces of material which I assume were used to cover things up.
Hakan, the driver, now took control. He laid all the material down in a pile on the trailer floor, then without saying a word, he lifted my t-shirt over my head and pulled it right off.
My bra followed very quickly and I felt his tongue on my nipples, licking and biting a little too. Taner, the driver’s mate, busied himself unzipping my skirt at the back, and pulled it down to the floor along with my soaking wet panties. I stepped out of them, still in my white trainers and ankle socks.
Hakan lay me down on my back on the material, and as he started to get his trousers off, Taner went down between my legs and started licking my pussy lips.
Hakan was obviously the boss, as Taner stopped to allow him to fuck me. He entered me with a great deal of force but I was ready and there was no pain. As he was pounding me, Taner appeared, kneeling down near my face so that I could give him a blow job.
There was no conversation apart from all of us using expletives every now and then. And I have to say, it felt wonderful. They were both good lovers, both loved licking me, and both shot their loads up my pussy. It was just natural lust and passion with complete strangers.
We all got dressed, and they helped me out the back of the trailer. The light hurt my eyes as I made my way back towards my car. Hakan got his mobile out and gestured for me to do the same, so we ended up swapping numbers.
Taner then showed me the pictures he had taken when we were driving. They were pretty good all things considered.
What happened after that little adventure is for another day. Suffice to say it all led to another thing on my wish list happening.
Gary was already home when I returned. I badly needed a shower, but before I went upstairs I told him that he had to bring his journal up to date and that the total was now forty-one cocks.