My cuckolding hubby had returned, and everything in the garden was rosy. He was happy for me to carry on with my extramarital adventures if that’s what I wanted, but he had told me that he was “hanging up his boots”, and would be happy with just me and the accounts of my misdemeanours.
In my mind, I wanted to slow down a little. I was getting some lovely kicks out of my unusual sex life, but I seemed to be constantly running out of energy.
The trouble was though, that I had set up regular sex at my home now with three different Turkish guys. Toy boy Ray, Adil, and Emre. And on top of those three, Bulent kept inviting me to his hotel at least once a week.
The figures that Gary had come up with from his journal truly amazed me. 150 different guys, wow! Who would have thought that when I had only experienced my hubby’s lovemaking when I turned thirty?
But there was an imbalance. I know my bi-sexual side had only been discovered in my later years, but only fourteen – that’s a big difference. I can recall and picture every one of those fourteen adventures with ladies, and four of them were still developing. With the guys, only about thirty of the memories were clear in my mind.
Hazel was now a close neighbour of ours, and a threesome with her, toyboy Ray and I had become a regular Friday night thing. And more recently, on Monday nights while Gary was out playing pool, Hazel and I had time together, sometimes at our villa but mostly at her apartment.
It was on one of those Monday nights that we started talking about some time away together. We were thinking about where to go, and when Hazel mentioned Cyprus, I guessed that meeting up with Vanessa was on her mind.
I was right. Hazel has no jealousy about any of the other ladies in my life, and she told me that she would like to meet her. I messaged Vanessa straightaway to ask what she thought of the idea.
We didn’t hear until the next day, but she was certainly up for it, and even came back with a few dates to consider. We chose the first available one in less than two weeks, and before lunch, we had booked flights, a hire car, and a meet-up with Vanessa. We felt that we would need her help to get over the border between Turkish Cyprus and Greek Cyprus, and also to get to her place near Paphos.
Vanessa is a newbie to bi-fun, so I wasn’t sure what would be in store for us. I’d already found out that she had good contacts in the swinging scene in Paphos, so there was plenty to look forward to, but I wanted a girlie threesome with her and Hazel.
Before we went, however, Bulent and Ufuk had organised another gang bang, and Ozlem was arriving from Ankara for a holiday, and she was not with her hubby, but with a girlfriend called Berna.
The gang bang was arranged very quickly and in the same hotel in Bozburun, so I’ll not go into too much detail about the location. But it was going to be another eleven guys for Gary’s journal, and a much bigger audience to perform in front of.
Also, instead of me doing a striptease beforehand, I was asked if I would perform with another lady to warm things up. Without meeting her, I agreed, and on the journey there, Bulent was not very forthcoming about what she was like. We were picking her up on the way to the hotel, so at least I would get to know her a little before we got there.
I needn’t have worried. She was a Turkish lady called Aysegul. She did speak a little English, but once she found out that I knew a little Turkish, we communicated that way. She was very open and honest, telling me that she was divorced and had been shunned by her family ever since. Because of that she had nowhere to live and found it hard to pay the rent on the small apartment where she lived.
Aysegul was in her late thirties. She was petite – probably just over 5 ft tall, with very long black hair all the way down to her waist. She wasn’t classically beautiful, with a complexion that looked as though she may have had acne problems when she was younger. But she had a very captivating smile and a pleasant personality.
I asked Bulent in English if Aysegul knew what she was going to be doing. He told me that she was getting paid, but that wasn’t the only reason she had agreed to it. That sounded promising, and when we arrived outside the hotel, Bulent helped with both our suitcases, which enabled me to hold hands with her on the way in.
Once in the changing room, Bulent and Ufuk came in together and talked us through what was expected. They wanted us both to come on stage as fully covered Turkish ladies, with headscarves, long coats and baggy trousers. (Ufuk had brought the outfits with him.)
Then we were to strip each other slowly and get it together on the king-size bed on which I would later be having fun with eleven guys. Aysegul and I looked at each other. I smiled my approval, and Aysegul just shrugged her shoulders. I didn’t think that her reaction was very promising at first, but then a broad grin appeared, and she stepped forward and cuddled me.
We had plenty of time to get to know each other before the show started. She was impressed that I could understand most of what she was saying and that I could respond in Turkish too. I showed her the outfit that I was going to wear for my gang bang. A scarlet zip-fronted mini dress with a red set of undies with black trim, including a suspender belt and barely black stockings.
Aysegul was particularly impressed with the dress and asked where I got it from, so I showed her the online site on my mobile. I think she was a little taken aback when she saw the prices on there though!
Bulent came back and asked if we would like something to drink, and told us that we had over an hour to get ready. We had to use the same changing room, and we were getting on pretty well together. I told her that I was married and that my husband approved of me doing this sort of stuff. She just told me that she had an eleven-year-old son but wasn’t allowed to see him. So sad.
We both started doing our make-up. There were two mirrors close to each other. We were concentrating, so it went quiet for a while, but I couldn’t resist the odd glance across at her. She had a wonderful body, with full boobs that were straining her bra, a slim waist, even with her sitting on a stool, it looked great, and her hair – well it was just so beautiful and natural all the way down her back.
When she had finished her make-up, she looked at me and asked if it was OK. Wow! It was more than OK. She knew how to make the best of her complexion. She looked wonderful.
I was still doing my hair, so finished a little after her, but she smiled and told me that I looked terrific. She had to show me the best way to put the outfit on without ruining my hair or make-up. We were going to have to be very careful stripping each other without ruining our looks. Neither of us wore any underwear at all. I was pleased because the clothes were warm enough anyway.
The coat had loads of buttons, so that was no problem, and the trousers had an elastic waist, so just slid down. But we had knitted jumpers to get off over our heads. We practised a lot in the changing room and decided it was certainly easier to leave our headscarves on while we helped each other out of our jumpers. So, we would both be naked before we took the headscarves off. Different!
The time came for our entrance onto the stage. The number of spectators took me by surprise. There must have been four times as many as the last time.
It all seemed a little contrived to me as the two of us walked hand in hand, chatting and stopping to face the audience five or six times.
Aysegul made the first move, putting her hand against my cheek and playing with my ear lobe. I responded by brushing my finger across her lips. Her tongue licked my fingertip, sending a lovely little wave of pleasure, and seconds later we were locked in a wonderful wet kiss, our hands roaming all over each other.
It was time to start stripping each other. I turned Aysegul towards the audience, stood behind her, and slowly unbuttoned her black coat. There were so many buttons. I started at the top and worked my way down, and then took it off her shoulders. As I did so, she did a half turn towards me, turned her head a little, and gave me another sensual wet kiss.
We were side on to the audience now, and Aysegul undid the buttons on my coat a lot quicker. It was a heavy coat and I was pleased to be free of it when she flung it to one side. We carried on exploring each other’s mouths and started massaging each other’s braless boobs through the woollen material of our black jumpers.
Standing close together in the same position, we looked at each other anxiously, knowing that we were approaching the difficult bit of lifting our jumpers over our heads without disturbing the headscarves.
It went well for both of us, and the cheers from the crowd as our boobs were exposed to them made me feel wonderful, and I threw my head back as Aysegul quickly started licking and sucking my tits.
She stopped to allow me to repay the compliments. Aysegul’s boobs were full and firm, and her nipples were extremely responsive. And she was playing to the crowd too, taking time to look provocatively at them while my tongue enjoyed her swollen nipples.
Then we stopped and faced the audience. I couldn’t believe what she did next. In sign language, she gestured to the crowd, making it clear that she was asking if we should take our baggy trousers off.
They understood OK! Some stood up and clapped, some whistled, and I could hear the word “evet” (yes) being shouted everywhere. But we kept them waiting, exploring each other more and more, kissing, sucking, and hugging close so that our nipples connected. She was good, knew what she was doing, and I couldn’t wait to get her on the bed and go for it.
My hand went down the front of her trousers first as I tried to find her pussy. We looked at each other, smiled, nodded, and pulled each other’s trousers right down. They were easy to step out of, and we stood facing them all, arms in the air with just our headscarves left on.
The response was amazing and felt so good. I think some of them thought that it was the end of the act, but there was plenty more to come for sure. One guy right at the front got his knob out and started wanking himself, but Ufuk was quickly on the scene reprimanding him, and everything stayed in control.
I saw Aysegul look towards Bulent at the side of the stage, and he was quickly by her side. I didn’t hear what was said, but Bulent summoned Ufuk, and the two of them pushed the bed very close to where we were standing. She obviously wanted to give the crowd a really good look. I thought it was a little dangerous, but I was so turned on, that I just went with it.
It was time to take our headscarves off. We did that simultaneously, and that caused even more noise from our audience. I think it was mainly for Aysegul, because her hair was so long and beautiful, and it made a world of difference to her appearance.
Personally, I was turned on by the response of the crowd, but even more so by the beauty of the woman with me. She was stunning, and a true performer.
We lay together on our backs first of all, kissing while we started to explore each other’s pussys. She was shaved, like me, and it wasn’t long before we went into a sixty-nine. Aysegul may have been performing just for the crowd, but I wasn’t. I couldn’t get enough of her, and I was determined to bring her to a cum with my tongue and fingers.
However, she got me first. Her fingers were skilful and her tongue continually flicked my clit. There was a lot of noise from the crowd so I am not sure if they heard all my Anglo-Saxon expletives as I reached my climax. She carried on licking me though, and my legs were trembling as I bucked my hips to the waves of pleasure.
My wishes came true a few minutes later. I was doing my best to bring her off, but it seemed to be taking ages. Then, to my delight, she started squealing as my tongue and fingers moved about more rapidly. I went for it so much that it felt like I had hurt my tongue by pulling a muscle in it, but I didn’t care when at last she squirted. She tasted wonderful, and both of us carried on for a little while just doing the same.
We were supposed to be entertaining our audience, so we came apart for a while, staring lovingly into each other’s eyes. What could we do next? Nothing had been rehearsed. I wondered if she knew about pussy grinding together.
Oh boy! Did she? Aysegul knew all the moves. I was loving it all, and so were the crowd, but I have to admit that I was worried for our safety. The front row was so close to us, and everybody was standing, cheering and clapping and shouting.
Aysegul was on top of me. Our pussys connected immediately, and she was so fit and active. God, I was in heaven, and I responded as best as I could, moving my hips around and up and down to meet her gyrating body, and her beautiful full and firm boobs were in touching and sucking distance.
She made me cum again, uncontrollably. I completely forgot about the audience. I was lost in my own world of ecstasy. It turned out to be the end of our performance. I would have had a go at being on top of her, but Bulent and Ufuk stepped in to calm the crowd and told us to go to the changing rooms for our own safety.
We stood together on the bed, then hand in hand raised our arms together and acknowledged the applause before running off stage, still hand in hand.
Back in the changing room, we embraced. It was long and meaningful even though neither of us said a word. I think we both realised that we had found something very special. I didn’t want to let go of her, nor her of me, but I had to get ready for my gang bang.
I would happily have exchanged the proposed gang bang for some more time with Aysegul, but I had to go ahead with what was arranged.
So, I had a very quick shower, did my hair and tidied up my make-up again, and got dressed into the undies and dress that I knew wouldn’t be staying on too long. Aysegul showered with me, but there was nothing more than admiring looks from both of us. Well, there wasn’t time for anything else anyway. But we did dry each other, and she helped me with my hair too.
There was a knock at the door. Bulent and Ufuk came in. They wanted to know at this very late stage how I wanted the gang bang to proceed. I told them that I wasn’t as bothered as usual about the oral stuff because it couldn’t be better than the thrills that I had just shared with Aysegul. We spoke in English, so she probably didn’t understand much of what I said.
I suggested that we just split the eleven guys into a five and a six. I thought I would be able to handle that. I would let the first five strip me and have their way with me, and the other six could finish me off.
It was all a bit of a rush. The audience would probably be getting tired of waiting. Another act of some sort would have been a good idea to take the pressure off.
But I was ready, although it was certainly the least I had ever looked forward to in terms of gang bangs. In the past, the thought of that many cocks, tongues and hands exploring me would have gotten me tingling, but somehow the sex I had just experienced with Aysegul was all I could think about.
I warmed into it a little when I went back on stage and was greeted with wolf whistles and cheering. “Hey, Big Spender” was blaring out from the speakers. Five guys, still fully clothed were standing next to the bed waiting for me, but I kept them waiting, strolling slowly, and I hope seductively, in front of my audience.
Then I walked even slower towards the five, who were all standing in a line. It was like an army parade inspection! As I walked back along the line of five again, I rubbed each cock, some for a longer time than others.
Bulent and Ufuk had done me a big favour again as the guys were a really good selection. I would guess that some were in their thirties and others were approaching fifty, but they had dressed smartly and smelt nice.
I was beginning to enjoy the situation a lot more, and I turned to face the audience, found the zip at the top of my dress, and held it in my hand, exaggerating a pretend slow downward pulling motion and asking with my eyes if that’s what they wanted. I didn’t really wait for applause or a reaction, but just turned a little towards the guy at the end of the line and asked him to pull it down.
But I only allowed him to take it down a few inches, and then moved on to the next guy along, who pulled it down a little further. By the time I reached the fifth guy, my bra, suspender belt and panties were all on show. He was a tall slim guy, and he bent down to take the zip right the way down, my dress fell open, and he eased it off my shoulders and it fell to the floor.
I was slow in moving, and before I could stop him, he had me in a sort of bear hug, and he forced his tongue inside my mouth. It felt thrilling, and I responded, constantly moving my hips against his manhood and tongue flicking.
He was in complete control of me, and he picked me up so that my feet were off the floor, carried me the few yards to the bed, laid on top of me, and forced my legs as far apart as they would go. He was really strong and powerful, and I could feel my panties straining as he pushed my legs apart.
Our tongues were still playing with each other sending a delicious tingling feeling all over my body, and I think he realised that he had me in his power, as he moved slightly to one side, releasing my left arm, and easing the pressure on my legs.
I wanted this guy, and I let him know by rubbing his crotch. What I felt was very promising, but I didn’t have time to dwell on it because his fingers had pulled my panties to one side and were starting to explore my dampness.
Suddenly, he leapt off the bed and tore all his clothes off in seconds. Oh! My word, he was a big boy!
I quickly unclipped my bra and started to remove my panties. He was so quick, and he was able to help with that task, flinging them somewhere far from the bed.
There was no more foreplay. He entered me in the missionary position and his tongue was going from nipple to nipple. And he took his time too, alternating between thrusting fast and hard and teasing me with slow, controlled cock movements.
I was lost in a frenzy of wonderful sensations. The guy was good and he knew it, and I had multiple cums. They went on for ages, and all the time I was shouting and squealing and swearing, but when I eventually calmed down and came back to reality, I saw that my audience were all on their feet, shouting and clapping, and to my right, the four other guys were standing close by, stripped and ready for action.
My first lover rose from the bed and walked off somewhere, leaving me at the mercy of the four others. I was literally shagged out already, but in no time I had two cocks taking it in turn with my mouth, a guy going down on my soaking pussy, and another guy wanking himself, just waiting to get in on the action.
The guy who was licking me was finding the right spots and I gradually got back into the mood. The three guys started taking turns to fuck my mouth, and I reached out for whatever other cock was nearest and gave it the best hand job I could.
The fourth guy now had two fingers up me as well as his tongue, and I was loving it all. But it didn’t last long because they all wanted to fuck me. My pussy licking lover rose from the bed and walked to the side while the other three got me on all fours on the bed and fucked me doggy fashion.
It was all very rapid, None of them lasted long. In fact, the second one shot his load as he was entering me. I suppose it still counts as a fuck though!
I hadn’t cum, but my pussy was oozing sperm, and I needed to reach for some tissues to clean myself up a little. The three guys left the scene to retrieve their clothes and get dressed, leaving my pussy licking lover alone with me. He didn’t want me doggy fashion and came to the bed and laid down on his back. He obviously wanted me on top.
He had the most unusual cock that I’d ever seen. He was already erect and his shaft was long and thin, but his helmet was huge in comparison. It reminded me of a giant mushroom.
After I had enjoyed a good look, I straddled him, but he turned me around as he wanted my back towards him. I lowered myself gently onto him expecting to have a bit of a problem. But I was so wet that his giant helmet entered me easily.
I don’t know whether it was the size or the unusualness of his cock, but the fuck was amazing. He was slow and teasing sometimes and then fast and furious. He even edged me a couple of times.
I was well on the way to yet another wonderful cum and I threw my head back and played with my nipples, all the time being very vocal. The audience had a brilliant view of me being fucked in this position. Still wearing my stockings, my legs were stretched really wide. The crowd were so close too. They were all standing up now, and some were almost within touching distance.
Anxiety didn’t come into it though. I was too far gone to care. The fuck went on for ages and ages. Was he going to edge me yet again? No, not this time. We came at the same time and it was just superb. I lifted myself off his cock and lay right on top of him, face down with my tender nipples pressing against his hairy chest. I wanted to thank him for such a good fuck, and I searched his mouth with my tongue.
We played tongue flicking for ages and he grabbed my buttocks and pulled me tight against him. But he was spent, so it was just a loving embrace.
The audience was still applauding as he got up off the bed and left me on my own to get my breath back. Wow!
Then it suddenly occurred to me that there were still six more guys somewhere waiting to fuck me. I was exhausted. I had experienced so many really wonderful cums. I didn’t know if I could do it.
As I was contemplating what to do, there was suddenly some more cheering and clapping coming from the audience. I looked over my shoulder, and there was Aysegul striding out towards me wearing nothing but a smile.
I understood her Turkish perfectly as she joined me on the bed and said, “I thought you might need some help.”
She lay down next to me on the bed and we had a brief kiss as the six guys appeared from nowhere. They were all naked as they approached us. Some already had a stiffy and others were playing with their cocks as they got close.
Once again, it was a very delectable selection of guys. Two, in particular, were young eye candy, three more were very presentable, and there was one older guy with a bit of a paunch and a bald head.
They split into two threes and went to work on us. Aysegul, unsurprisingly given how much younger she was, got the two good-looking young guys and I had the older guy going down on me, a guy with a tiny cock fucking my mouth and the third guy rubbing his manhood over my nipples.
The older guy was making a very good job of arousing my interest again. He knew what he was doing with his tongue and soon had a couple of fingers sliding in and out of me too. The other two guys kept swapping positions as I became more interested in them too.
I heard Aysegul making some gasping noises next to me, and as I turned to look, I managed to get a quick flick with her tongue before we both got back to our blow jobs.
My eagerness to be fucked again had returned very quickly. My three guys took turns of laying on their backs while I rode them. I remembered that I was performing for an audience and spread my legs wide, still with my stockings on, and played with my tits while I bounced up and down. I had the older guy first.
He shot his load up me but got straight up off the bed to allow the next one to lie down and get the same treatment. It was the guy with the small cock, but it actually felt pretty good when I rode him, and although I didn’t cum, I was loving all the attention. He pulled out as he came, which made things rather squelchy for number three. He didn’t seem to mind though, and I bounced up and down on him for much longer than the first two.
Aysegul had moved a little further away from me because we were blocking the audience’s view of her being fucked by the other three. But she was really going for it, taking them all from behind while sucking as much cock as she could get. And it was she that suggested that we swap over.
She moved closer to the audience, still offering herself on hands and knees to the three guys that had just fucked me, and I rode my three new guys, this time facing them all. I had a noisy cum again halfway through the fuck from the second guy. He wasn’t one of the “eye candy” duo, but he certainly knew how to bring a lady to the squealing and begging for more stage.
All eleven of the guys had been part of my stage act, and six of them had enjoyed the bonus of fucking my new lady friend Aysegul too. All six of them had turned out to be excellent repeaters.
There was absolutely no doubt that I had got more satisfaction from the night’s exploits than any other gang bang, and that really is saying something.
I believe the closeness of the large audience heightened my willingness to perform well in front of them. Looking back on it, it was certainly dangerous. Bulent and Ufuk were always on hand, but they could easily have been outnumbered and been unable to stop it if there had been a mass charge from those really close.
Aysegul and I took a bow standing on the bed together holding hands, whilst the guys wandered off to get dressed again. Then, still holding hands, we walked off the stage and made our way to the changing rooms.
Once there, we had a big cuddle and I thanked her for her help. I was definitely flagging when she appeared, and I certainly wasn’t expecting her to do that at all. But she told me that she had spied some friends and relatives of her estranged husband in the audience, and that had made her spring into action. A sort of “look what he is missing” kind of thing.
We were exchanging phone numbers when there was a knock on the door. We quickly grabbed robes to cover ourselves. I opened the door. There stood Bulent and Ufuk with a couple of guys I recognised.
They all came in. There was no space for them to sit. Bulent introduced the two guys, Sener and Recep. The two guys out of the first five gang bangers had brought me to fantastic cums, and now they both wanted to know if they could see me again privately.
So that was three new contacts on my phone. Wow! They put my number into their mobiles – I had to do my name for them because they didn’t know how to spell “Jill”. I told them that I would be in touch very soon, and they left.
Bulent and Ufuk stayed. They wanted to talk to us. Apparently, the night had gone far better than they had expected. I don’t know how much admission they had charged, but they told us that they had got lots of tips for us too. They handed envelopes to both of us and then told us that they would like to arrange more. They wanted us to “go on tour” doing the same thing in five or six different towns around Turkey, including Istanbul and Ankara. I asked when, but they told us that it was just a plan at the moment and would take a fair bit of organising. At this stage, they merely wanted to know if we would do it.
I had just experienced the most fantastic gang bang of my life, so I couldn’t say “no”. I was tired, shagged out even, but the thought of some more of the same was exciting, and I probably gave my answer much too quickly. Aysegul looked inside her envelope and smiled and nodded enthusiastically.
Ufuk and Bulent gave us both a quick cuddle and then left to let us clean ourselves up.
Exhausted as we both were, Aysegul and I managed a bit of shower fun together. That felt especially great because it confirmed that she had not been just performing for money. I had felt something special about our relationship almost immediately, and now she was telling me that she thought I was special too.
As we were getting dressed, we chatted some more and she told me more about her ex-husband’s family and the plight that she found herself in. She had tried everything to get her son back, or even get to see him for a while. It wasn’t so much the law that stood in her way, more the threats of violence from them. Apparently, they considered her dalliance with the bi side of her life as an insult.
I couldn’t think of any way to help her, but I was certainly going to try. I hadn’t got much spare time, but I told her that I would love to see her again soon, and she told me that she would really look forward to that. We hugged long and hard before Bulent dropped her home.
Bulent and I then had a two-hour drive back to Fethiye where I’d left my car near his hotel. He asked lots of questions. How did I feel about the proposed tour? Did I get on OK with Aysegul?
I answered everything truthfully. I told him that Aysegul was already special to me and that I wanted to help her. I told him that I was actually looking forward to more gang bangs, but that I wasn’t too sure about the closeness of the audience or the striptease from Turkish attire.
He told me that he also thought that we had been lucky to get away with the audience being that close, so that would not be happening again without a lot more security personnel. However, Ufuk’s idea of the strip by covered ladies was a real winner, so he didn’t think that would change.
Then he asked if I was in a hurry to get home or not, putting his hand on my leg as he spoke. I found it quite strange that he fancied me after I had behaved like a complete slut just hours before. I was wearing jeans and a scruffy top, and hardly any make-up, but I could see his hard-on straining his shorts.
“Aysegul may be special to you, but not as special as you are to me,” he said softly as his hand moved further up my leg. “Will you stay with me for a while please?” he added.
I did want to get home. I had so much to do and to arrange, but once again I couldn’t say “No”. I am nearly thirty years older than Bulent, and I find it amazing that such a hunk fancied fucking me. But he had just told me how special I was to him, and boy! did he prove it again over the next couple of hours?
Oral both ways, edging, athleticism, repeating – it was all there. The cums were fantastic again. I’m beginning to believe that orgasms actually get more intense and longer as you get older. Either that or my lovers are just getting better.
Eventually, I got home. I told Gary everything from start to finish. It took ages because it did the trick for him and we had to stop so that I could give his proud erect cock the attention that it needed. Yes, Gary was back on form.
It was a good job too because there was so much more on the horizon. Ozlem and her friend were arriving in two days’ time, a week later, Hazel and I were jetting off to Cyprus to meet up with Vanessa, and I had toy boy Ray, Adil and Emre all wanting to see me. Phew!
I don’t suppose that I will be saying “No” to any of that either.