To write anything about the next twenty-odd years in our lives would send everyone to sleep. Gary did as he was told, and never again mentioned his feelings, or my previous affairs. We had moved house, changed jobs, and our kids had left the nest.
Sex between Gary and I had become a sort of birthdays-and-Christmas thing. I had lost interest in myself and had put on so much weight that I was a size 16. I wore clothes that covered my figure rather than show it off.
Of course, I still had lots of very erotic memories, and I did pleasure myself quite often, thinking about them. But it was always on my own, and never when hubby was around. Strangely enough, the one I thought about more than any other was the holiday sex with Jesus. Maybe it was because it was just a one-nighter, but more probably because I couldn’t forget his exaggerated banana-shaped erection.
Out of the blue, when Gary was fifty-eight and I was fifty-four, we decided to retire to the sun. We sold up everything in England and bought a lovely villa near the Mediterranean in Turkey. I was still overweight when we arrived there, but because of the time spent swimming and on the beaches, I decided to diet.
It was hard, but over three years or so, I got back down to a size 12. This meant a whole new wardrobe to buy, and I did buy some clothes that showed off my figure, and a lot of short skirts and dresses. Gary bought me loads of new underwear when he went back to the UK one time, and he chose some pretty sexy stuff for me. It’s really difficult to buy anything that sexy here in Turkey.
We had a really good social life in the small town we had settled in. It only had two bars, and the one right in the centre of town was the more popular with the expats and was usually the meeting place, so we would probably be there two or three times a week. Everybody called the owner of the bar Ray (his proper name is difficult to pronounce). He was in his thirties, and as well as being a bar owner, he was also a councillor and very well respected in the community.
One evening at the bar, Ray cornered me as I was coming out of the loo. He had a storeroom nearby, which was out of view of anybody. He told me he really fancied me, and we kissed quite passionately. I was flattered. He was a good looking guy, twenty-five years younger than myself.
For two or three months, this would happen every time we went to the bar. On a couple of occasions, I even went braless under my t-shirt so that he could get my boobs. Gary knew nothing of what was going on. Then Ray started turning up at our villa every Monday afternoon while Gary was playing pool with his mates at Ray’s bar.
We never went all the way, but he loved a blow job, and I let him give me a good fingering. One night, sitting at home with Gary and with a few vodkas inside me for courage, I told hubby what was going on and asked if he still had the same feelings about me with other men.
If he had said no, I would have stopped everything. But he was over the moon. He hadn’t suspected a thing, but he told me that I had to go for it, and said he would stop away a couple of nights to make it easier for me. He kept his promise, and I had two wonderful nights of passion with a lovely guy young enough to be my son.
The anticipation of it was the best part, knowing that a guy twenty-five years younger was going to come round to our villa and have his wicked way with me. I dressed in a brown dress, well above the knee, hold-ups, and a black bra and pantie set. When he arrived that first night, I took him straight up to our marital bed.
It wasn’t the best sex I’d ever had. It was very much “wham bang, thank you, ma’am”. So there was a lot of training for me to do! Some weeks later, he said one night that he would like to come round while my hubby was asleep. Obviously, he liked the danger element. It was no problem for me of course, and I hadn’t said anything about Gary’s feelings.
Three times he came round after I had messaged him the all-clear, and on the third one, I got him to go down on me for the first time. Gary was, of course, awake and listening in the spare bedroom. Ray still hadn’t made me cum, though, and I still had some more work to do!
The sex was becoming very regular, and Ray was worried, with his position in the community, that someone would see his car parked near our place and put two and two together. Next thing I knew, he rented us a little love nest about ten minutes’ drive out of town. Gary was thrilled that I would have more opportunities but gutted that he wouldn’t be able to listen anymore.
I would drive up to the love nest two or three times a week, usually in the daytime when Ray had more time. Stopping all night was difficult for him because he was married. My training was working, and Ray was now making me orgasm regularly.
However, he was now wanting to fuck my bum, and anal was a big hang-up for me. He never tried to force the issue, but he always asked. It was something I had never done, and I wasn’t going to start now.
The sex got better, more regular, and I was even having the odd multiple cum. One afternoon, he asked if I had ever had sex with two men. I said I hadn’t and wanted to know why he was asking. “Well, I have a friend who fancies you, and I thought maybe we could all get together here.”
I didn’t make any promises but discussed it with Gary when I got home. Bad move! Of course, I had to give it a go, in his opinion. So, two days later, I made my way to the love nest, anticipating some new experiences for me.
I wasn’t disappointed. To my surprise, Ray’s friend was an English guy. I had never seen him before, but apparently, he lived and worked in Fethiye, the nearest large town to our village. He was about forty and quite distinguished looking. He was certainly very fanciable.
None of us talked a lot. We just got down to business. We all stripped, and Ray held me round the arms from behind, while the other guy knelt in front of me and started licking my pussy. I opened my legs so that he could do a better job on me, and Ray was now tweaking my nipples from behind. He knew he didn’t have to restrain me anymore.
They led me over to the bed. I don’t know why I was so wanton, but I was just loving the attention of two handsome guys. The feeling of a guy I had only met minutes ago fucking me bareback, whilst my young lover, Ray thrust his cock in and out of my mouth was just wonderful.
I spent over ninety minutes with these two rampant males. We exchanged positions time after time. They both fucked me, I gave then both blow jobs, I came over and over again, and at the end, my pussy was full of both their spunks. It was undoubtedly the most adventurous and fulfilling sex I had ever experienced.
As we got dressed, I realised that I didn’t even know my new lover’s name. I asked, and he said, “Call me Charlie,” as he handed me his business card. Ray was in the bathroom, and I quickly wrote “Jill” and my phone number on a piece of paper in my handbag.
Looking back afterwards, I realised that Charlie and I had hardly spoken at all. I didn’t know anything about him, and he knew nothing about me either. All I knew was that he was good looking and knew what he was doing when it came to turning a lady on.
We never had another threesome, although I certainly wouldn’t have refused if it had been suggested. I had another couple of wonderful sessions with Ray afterwards, but he never mentioned it.
Then, maybe a fortnight later, I got a message on my phone from Charlie. He wanted to meet me, and I arranged to see him the next evening in Fethiye. It was a very strange meeting, at a quiet, out-of-the-way bar. He told me that he wanted me to be his sex slave. If I was interested, I would have to call him “Master” at all times and obey him whatever he wanted me to do.
I should probably have just walked away, but there was something about being submissive that really appealed to me. And he was a good looking young man. I told him that I would think about it and be in touch. So there I was, thinking I was going to get a good seeing-to, and all I had was ten minutes’ chat and a glass of Coke!
Naturally, Gary and I spoke at length when I got home. There were certainly some dangers to it. After all, I still had several hang-ups, and what if Charlie was into illegal activities?
Gary wasn’t convinced that it was a good idea at all, but he left the decision up to me. I agonised over it for days, working out all the pros and cons. And then one evening, I dialled the number and said, “Good evening, Master.”
I received my instructions over the phone. The next evening, I was to meet my Master at a hotel bar. I was to wear provocative clothing and no knickers. I was quite nervous, so I told Gary that I would either message or phone every couple of hours, and if he didn’t hear from me, to come looking.
The hotel was quite large, and I arrived a little earlier than arranged, so I sat in my car for a while. I had dressed in a see-through cream blouse, with a see-through bra the same colour underneath. You could just see my nipples if you looked really hard. Black high heels, barely black hold-ups, and a pleated black skirt completed the look. And, of course, no knickers.
The time came, and I walked into the hotel, went straight to the bar, and ordered myself a drink. My Master had told me to wait for him. He was going to pretend that he had never met me, and chat me up at the bar. I saw him arrive, and at first, he sat at the bar a few places away from me.
When I finished my drink, he came up behind me and asked if he could buy me another. He started his chat-up lines and told me not to say too much, but listen a lot and look interested. It was very hard not to chat, but I think I played the part okay.
Whispering, he asked if I had obeyed him completely in what I was wearing, and whispering back, I said, “Yes, Master.” Then he handed something to me and told me to go to the ladies and put it in. I daren’t look there and then, but when I got into a cubicle, I saw it was duo balls. I inserted them. I hadn’t used them before but had read all about them.
They weren’t too uncomfortable, and I strolled back to meet him at the bar. He had the remote control in his hand! As I sat down on the stool, he tried it. The first sensations were good – well, in fact, quite pleasant – without being overpowering, and I was surprised how quiet it was.
A two-seater chair became available, and we moved over to it. My Master told me to sit down, and he sat next to me, with a table in front of him. He had placed me where I was open to the view of a lot of people in the bar. Now I was instructed to cross my legs every time he used the remote.
Apparently, I was crossing my legs too quickly. I had to make sure I was giving a good long flash. I was getting very wet, both from the vibrations and also by what I was doing. I was actually enjoying the feeling of exposing myself. I am sure quite a few got an eyeful, but in particular, I noticed one of the bar staff couldn’t take his eyes off me.
I was then instructed to go back to the toilets and remove my bra. The blouse I was wearing had very thin material and wouldn’t cover anything, but I did as I was told. He ordered another drink for us both and carried on using the remote. I was having to writhe about on the seat a bit now. I was so wet, and the feeling was getting better and better.
I was past caring now. My tits were on show in a crowded bar, I was flashing my soaking wet pussy to all and sundry about every two minutes, and my Master was sitting really close to me so that I could feel the warmth of his body against me, and his hand on my leg.
We didn’t have another drink. He helped me up from the chair and led me to the lift. He had booked a room on the third floor. I was really pleased because I was really gagging for it by this stage. I waited for instructions. “Just take your shoes off,” he said, at the same time stripping off quickly and completely.
He lay me down on the bed, pushed my skirt right up, removed his toy from my wet pussy, and immediately went down on me. It was heaven. I really needed some human attention, and he moved around on the bed so that I could give him a blow job. It was a short, but brilliant, 69, and I came uncontrollably.
Next, we were both kneeling on the bed, and he fucked me from behind, slowly and purposefully at first, but then wilder and faster. He gave my buttocks a little slap too, and he was feeling my nipples through the flimsy material of my blouse with his other hand.
My Master shot his load right up me, giving me another slap as he came. We collapsed together, and then I was ordered to taste myself by sucking his cock, and he tasted his own cum by licking me clean.
Afterwards, whilst resting, I really wanted to have an ordinary conversation. But it wasn’t allowed; I could only speak when I was spoken to and had to call him Master all the time. I forgot once, and I got a slap, so I didn’t forget again.
There was a knock on the door. My Master opened it, and in walked the barman who had been getting an eyeful earlier. Well, he was getting even more of an eyeful now. I was lying on my back on the bed, my skirt still up around my waist, and my tits hanging out of my blouse, which by this time had been unbuttoned too.
Obviously, while I was in the loo, my Master had given him our room number and told him to come up when the bar closed. Once again, I wasn’t allowed any conversation, so I just had to lie there while the barman stripped off, and await my pleasure.
It was certainly worth the wait, though. My Master told me to straddle the barman, and he watched while the young barman grabbed hold of my hips and moved me up and down on his manhood. He was a big boy! He leant forward, his cock pumping away while he found my tongue with his.
He made me cum, and my Master immediately joined in. They turned me on my back again, my Master fucking me while I gave the barman a blow job. Then they changed round, and then again. I was in ecstasy, loving every minute of it. But the best bit came when they went down on me together, both taking their time licking and sucking.
The barman got dressed and left. I wanted to know his name and how old he was, but I wasn’t allowed to ask. Then I was told to get dressed too. I wanted a shower, but that wasn’t allowed either. There was no stopping the night for me either. I had to take my dishevelled self out of his room, into the lift, and back to my car. I must have looked a right state.
But as I left the room, my Master did say that I had been a good girl, and that I had passed his first test, and that he would be contacting me again soon. This, of course, left me wondering what else was on the horizon.