There were still two days and nights left to enjoy our sexy break in Northern Cyprus.
The most important thing on my mind was to develop the new relationship I had started with Vanessa and try to get her to enjoy her newfound bi side to the full. But of course, Vanessa’s partner Kurt would be expecting more fun with me too.
My hubby Gary was still quite mad at Kurt for some badly timed questions, and clearly wasn’t all that keen on me sharing Kurt’s bed again.
The fact that Gary also wanted more fun with Vanessa too made things pretty complicated.
But over breakfast, Gary seemed to have forgiven Kurt a little, and the conversation was polite and even quite amusing at times.
It was a cloudy morning, so sunbathing on the beach or by the pool was out of the question. There was a very large games room in the hotel, and Gary suggested that Kurt and he play pool, have a game of ten pin bowling etc while the ladies got some retail therapy.
That appealed to us all, so the guys went their way and we went ours. I think the guys expected us to get a taxi to a shopping centre because they gave us some money for a taxi, but we just went across the road from the hotel entrance where there were a few shops.
Without saying anything to each other, I think Vanessa and I had the same thought – to get back to the hotel and spend some time together.
I bought some t-shirts, and Vanessa bought some shoes, and it was she that said she had done enough shopping and suggested we returned to the hotel.
I wanted to show her more delights of a bi relationship, and I was excited because she seemed to be very keen.
As we reached the hotel lobby, I simply asked,” Your room or mine?”
“Yours please Jill,” she answered straight away. “If the guys come back, I think your Gary would be more understanding than Kurt.”
We weren’t alone in the lift, but Vanessa took hold of my hand and squeezed it.
Words weren’t needed when we got inside the room. She had made it pretty clear what was on the agenda, and we shared a long kiss and hug standing just inside the door, our tongues flicking. It sent shivers down my spine.
We were both dressed casually in blouses and jeans, and we came apart and started stripping each other.
Our clothes may have been casual, but we both had really sexy undies underneath. Vanessa had a low cut black bra on, which barely covered her nipples and a black thong that looked great on her.
Mine was a pink and purple set, very lacey, and not hiding much at all.
We stared at each other for moments, and then I took Vanessa’s hand and led her to the double bed.
Just like the previous day, I really wanted to feel her tongue getting my pussy, but I knew it would be the first time she had ever done that, so I decided that it could wait a while, and paid attention to her lovely slim body.
I unclipped her bra, exposing both her nipples because it was so low cut.
My tongue busied itself on both of them, making them instantly hard, and she let out a little sigh.
Impatiently, my right hand went down to her thong, and I pulled the material to one side and slid two of my fingers inside her pussy lips. She was already very well lubricated.
As I found her wonderfully large clit, I moved slowly down her body, my tongue tracing its way down to her navel, then teasingly further down and down to where my fingers were busying themselves.
Then I teased her some more, my tongue finding the inside of her thigh and then going all the way down the inside of her leg as far as her knee. Then I licked her all the way back up again.
Vanessa was panting and moving around in ecstasy as my tongue found her pussy lips, then her clit, as my fingers started plunging in and out of her.
I could wait no longer. I needed my pussy seeing to as well. I quickly removed my panties then swivelled around and hoped that she would repay the compliments to me.
She didn’t think about it for too long. She was close to a cum and it was probably just natural for her to respond. At first, she just put one tentative finger inside me, but as my tongue continued to work its magic on her clit, I felt her tongue lick me there for the first time.
Within seconds Vanessa went for it completely, her tongue tracing patterns all around me and finding my clit, as she too started using two fingers on me.
Now it was my turn to start moving my hips around as she worked non-stop on me. But I hadn’t stopped flicking her clit with my tongue, and she came very noisily. She actually stopped licking me for a few seconds while she enjoyed her orgasm, but soon started on me again.
She seemed to know exactly what to do. The feeling was as good as any lady had made me feel, and I was amazed as she brought me to a fantastic cum and then stayed there to taste me as we both came back down from the high.
Soon we were kissing and cuddling each other, not passionately as though wanting more, but just loving the feeling of being together.
There were no words for ages, and I was first to speak, telling her that she was just fantastic.
All Vanessa said was, “Thank you, both for the compliment and for introducing me to something new and wonderful. I was dead set against it, but I really do realise what a fool I have been now.”
I was just telling her how I hoped there would be a lot more to come between us when Gary walked in the room.
He quickly assessed the situation with us both starkers on the bed and cuddling each other, and started to go back towards the door as if to leave us alone.
But then he stopped, turned around and told us that he had to talk to us.
He was very angry. Not with us, but with Kurt. Apparently, they had had a big fall-out again while playing games. They were both very competitive, and Gary beat Kurt at everything, and they had a big bust-up because of their differences in the rules of the game of pool.
That meant that Kurt had accused Gary of cheating, and it hadn’t gone down well at all.
“Jill, I don’t want you anywhere near that stupid arsehole again,” he started. His anger was clear, but he wasn’t shouting, and he calmly apologised to Vanessa for his language.
So, it was a sudden end for Vanessa and me. Gary turned away and busied himself while we showered and got dressed. We hugged and kissed as she left the room, and she whispered her thanks to me again.
And that was the last I saw of either of them. Vanessa called me later in the afternoon to tell me that they had checked out of the hotel, and were going back home straight away. “But please keep in touch with me Jill,” she finished.
By the time we went down to dinner, Gary had calmed down completely, and we decided to stay on at the hotel. We had another two nights booked, and there was no reason why we shouldn’t enjoy our break.
In one of the bars after dinner, Gary got talking to a barman. He was showing off his Turkish speaking skills again. He returned to our table and asked me if I fancied going out when we had finished our drinks.
He told me that the barman had recommended a club within walking distance that we would really enjoy.
As soon as we entered the place, I realised that Gary had been up to his tricks again. One look at the way the ladies in there were dressed confirmed that it was a pick-up bar.
I felt a little overdressed. My dress was a long navy one, well below the knee, but it did have a split up on one side.
Gary told me to make my way to the bar and find a seat there. He would watch developments from the back of the bar.
To be honest, I wasn’t best pleased. I thought I might be having a special night out with my hubby, but he just wanted me to pull again.
I thought about the position he had put me in while I sipped my Bacardi and coke, and well, I suppose we had actually gone away planning to have sexy fun.
So, as I sat there drinking my Bacardi far too quickly, I was warming to the situation. I looked around at the goings-on and bided my time.
As I finished my drink, I was trying to attract the barman’s attention, when I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned to look at a face I recognised from somewhere but wasn’t sure where.
In broken English, he asked if he could get my drink. I smiled, handed him my glass and asked for another Bacardi and Coke.
He pulled a stool up next to mine and started a conversation. It was then that I realised that I had seen him working at our hotel. He was one of the chefs, and I had seen him come out of the kitchen to check on the self-service trays.
His name was Suleyman, but Sulo for short. He told me that he had seen me with my husband and two friends and asked where they were.
I didn’t tell the whole truth but just said that our friends had checked out and that my hubby had some business to sort out back at the hotel.
Sulo was maybe in his late forties, tall and quite slim, and not classically handsome. But he had a lovely smile and “come to bed” eyes.
His English was excellent, and he didn’t waste any time before coming on to me, saying lovely things about the way I looked, and how lucky my hubby was. His hand rested on my thigh as he talked.
Just then my mobile phone rang. I excused myself and checked, and it was a message from Gary. It simply said, “Make your way to the toilets. I need to talk to you.”
So as not to make it too obvious, I drank a little more of my Bacardi and returned to chatting with Sulo for three or four minutes. His hand had returned to my thigh, and he was starting to stroke it slowly.
I squeezed the hand that was resting on my thigh and apologised, telling him that I had to go to the loo, but that I would be back soon.
The brief chat with Gary told me that he had just about arranged everything himself. He had noticed Vanessa and me eyeing up this guy in the hotel and had gone to some lengths to fix it all up.
I wasn’t angry. It’s happened before, and I was getting used to it. And Sulo was pretty tasty too.
“Take him to our room when you are ready Jill,” he told me. “I am going to hide behind the single bed because I want to be there when he fucks you.”
That was no problem for me either. I had loved performing to an audience for quite a while now, and even if it was just hubby this time, the whole set-up turned me on so much that there was no way that I wasn’t going to obey Gary’s command.
Sulo had waited for my return. The chatting carried on as before and his hand returned to my thigh almost immediately.
I took my time finishing my drink because I knew I had to give Gary time to get himself settled.
His hand was now moving a little higher up my leg and stroking it very slowly. I really wanted to get to our room immediately, but I daren’t be too quick, and also felt that I had to let him think it was his idea.
However, when he asked if he could buy me another drink, I told him that the mini bar in my room was well stocked so we could go there if he liked.
Bloody hell, what a tarty thing to do. But Sulo smiled knowingly, and we left together.
It had been ages since I had felt so randy for a guy. The thought of fucking a complete stranger while hubby watched had made me absolutely rampant.
As soon as I closed the door behind me, and switched every available light on, I went for it. Poor Sulo never stood a chance!
We were all over each other, standing next to the big double bed while we stripped. I helped him and he helped me, but all the time touching, licking and sucking in a prelude to the inevitable.
I wanted him so badly, and I insisted on giving him a very noisy blow job first while he carried on touching me anywhere he could reach.
Then Sulo took control, his fingers and tongue finding my very wet pussy after pushing my legs as wide as he could.
I had a very noisy cum. It wasn’t put on for hubby’s sake either, it was just a great cum.
Then came the fuck I had been longing for. His cock was pretty long but not all that thick. In the missionary position to start off with he fucked me hard and fast. I could feel his balls against me, and we made that lovely smacking sound as he kept on thrusting.
Neither of us had a cum and we changed position into my favourite. I straddled Sulo, his hands playing roughly with my nipples as we picked up the pace.
He took his hands away from my boobs and lay right back, resigning himself to his impending cum. His eyes were giving it all away.
I was close again too, so I rode him hard, bouncing continually on his lovely cock.
That did the trick for him, and I felt his cock twitch and shoot its load inside me.
I didn’t cum myself that time. But Sulo and I had a drink each, and he was ready for more by the time we had finished. I had three orgasms this time, the first while we were in a sixty-nine, and then two more while he fucked me straddling him again, and then when he took me doggy fashion.
It was a really good fuck in every way, made better by knowing Gary was witnessing it all.
Sulo dressed and left. I stayed naked as I kissed him goodbye, half hoping that we could have some more, but I suppose he was already thinking about getting up early and cooking umpteen breakfasts.
Gary appeared quickly from his hiding place. After a quick drink, while he thanked me, he wanted me to himself, and we had a quick but satisfying marital fuck.
It was my time to thank him. Not for the marital fuck, but for arranging probably the best sex with a stranger I had enjoyed for a long time.
“We still have one more night here Jill,” Gary said, smiling. “Would you like me to try and fix something up for tomorrow night?”
“If it’s half as good as tonight’s arrangements, yes please Gary,” I answered straight away.
After breakfast on our last morning, we went our separate ways, Gary presumably to try and fix something up for us, while I changed and went to check out the hotel gym.
It was fairly large and had some machines that I was used to, and others that I had no idea what to do on them. But a nice young fit guy was in charge there and helped me on a couple. He was dishy but far, far too young for me. Shame.
Another lady using the gym obviously noticed me looking at him and smiled at me.
I stayed about half an hour in the gym, then went to get a shower. I noticed a sauna on the way, so I had a cold shower, then put a bikini on and tried the sauna.
It was great, and I sat there on my own enjoying the feeling. Then the door opened, and in walked the lady who had smiled at me, and we exchanged a few pleasantries.
She was from Scotland, on a two week holiday with some friends. Her name was Liz, and she was very interested in the fact that we lived in Turkey.
I told her that I was a little embarrassed that she had caught me looking at the young fit gym instructor.
She smiled again and said,” Oh, I don’t blame you at all, there’s no harm in looking.” After a pause, she continued, “I would be looking myself, but I am here to forget all about men.”
Having broken the ice, we carried on chatting, mainly about her. She had just gone through her second divorce, and her life was in turmoil. That’s why she had been so interested in my life abroad, as it was one of the options she was considering.
We carried on chatting for at least five minutes, and I found out that she was not really enjoying the company of the friends she had come on holiday with. They seemed to be spending the whole time trying to fix her up with someone, and she didn’t want that at all. She just wanted to enjoy herself without any ties.
“How do you fancy a bit of retail therapy?” I asked. “I’m planning a trip to a shopping centre today, and you are welcome to join me if you want,” I added
Liz thought about it for a second or two and then said, “Do you know, that would be wonderful. Are you sure you don’t mind?”
So, thirty minutes later we met in reception and got a taxi. The shopping centre was a little disappointing, to be honest, and neither of us bought anything. But we found a nice little bar nearby where we had a bite to eat, washed down with a bottle of cider each.
Then another cider, followed by another taxi ride back to the hotel where the drinks were free.
I didn’t fancy Liz at all. She was a lovely lady with a good sense of humour, and chatting was easy, but her figure was quite strange. Her top half was quite normal, probably a size twelve, but she had a very large backside in comparison, with wider than normal thighs and legs.
However, back at the hotel in a rooftop bar, we had cocktail after cocktail, and I told her a lot about myself. I told her why we were at the hotel and some of the naughty stuff that we got up to.
When I confided about my bi side, she made some sort of joke and confessed that she had always been curious, but had never tried it.
“Well, let’s finish our drinks and go up to your room then,” I blurted out.
And we did. We were both well and truly inebriated. Our efforts at stripping each other were outrageously bad, but we got there in the end.
Liz’s boobs were really small and she was unshaven, but that didn’t stop me from introducing her to bi oral sex. She just let me do whatever I wanted to her.
It actually took a lot of fingering and licking to get her to respond in any way, but then, at last, I heard some little whimpers, and her breathing got heavier.
Despite all the hair, I just went for it with all I had. Liz started moving her hips around, and I felt her hand on the back of my head, pushing me against her.
I brought her to a cum quite quickly after that and kept going and going until she pleaded with me to stop. I had got carried away, and I was hurting her with my fingers.
We lay together, and she kissed me for the first time. I think she wanted to taste her cum.
Liz tentatively played with my nipples for a while, and I did the same for her, but apart from the occasional “wow” from her, there was no more talking.
Leaving her naked on the bed, I dressed quickly and returned to our room, where I collapsed into an alcohol-induced sleep very quickly.
I was awoken by Gary. Considering how much I had drunk, I actually didn’t feel too bad.
It was past 5 pm already. Hubby made me a cup of coffee in the room while explaining to me that I just had an hour to get ready for the evening meal and “afters”.
The smile on his face told me that he had been successful in arranging some fun for our last night in the hotel, and I quickly updated him on what I had done to pass the time earlier.
We didn’t have time for any of our usual passion when I told him about my frivolities, but he did ask if I could point Liz out to him if we saw her later.
I asked Gary what I should wear. After all, he knew more than I what was on the agenda.
“Maybe one of your mini dresses with no knickers, Jill,” he told me, “certainly something with easy access,” he added, smiling.
I asked him if we were going out, and he told me that we were just going down to the hotel restaurant, and then into the main lounge bar.
So, I chose a pale lemon, button-through blouse with a black mini skirt that unzipped at the front. Despite hubby’s request for no knickers, I’d brought a lovely set of white undies, including suspenders, and I decided that they would look good. I like the idea of being touched and licked through material more than Gary realises.
I relaxed for a while in a lovely warm bath, then got myself made up and ready. I was pleased with the look I had chosen.
It wasn’t until we sat down in the hotel restaurant that I realised that my mini was so short that the lacy tops to my stockings showed when I sat down. There were a few admiring glances in the restaurant, and I must admit, I was loving it.
The seats in the lounge bar were a little lower, so when Gary and I sat down on a settee in there, even more of my stocking tops showed.
Gary kept checking his watch. He hadn’t said a word about what he had arranged, and not knowing made me pretty excited.
I wasn’t disappointed. A few minutes later, a lovely looking couple strolled up to Gary, who stood up and shook hands with the guy and gave the lady a peck on the cheek.
They were an English couple, Vic and Andrea, who lived in the Greek part of Cyprus near Paphos but had made the short trip to Kyrenia for a few days’ break.
Vic was quite short but looked slim, tanned and fit, his fair hair accentuating his tan. Andrea was about the same height as him and had shoulder-length blonde hair, a lovely smile, and a very pleasant figure. They were both dressed very smartly, and I guessed that they were in their late fifties.
Introductions over, Gary ordered some drinks, and we all chatted freely and easily. They were interested in our retirement lifestyle in Turkey, and of course, we were just as interested to learn what things were like for ex-pats in Cyprus.
It came as no surprise to me at all when Vic asked if there were many swinging couples near where we lived, and then told us that they quite often came across the border to Northern Cyprus because that’s where all the action was.
Good old Gary. Somehow or other he had managed to contact a very good looking couple for our last night there.
We had one more drink before making our way to our room. Once inside, there were no more pleasantries, we just got down to what we were all there for.
And wow! What a time we all had. Vic quickly had my blouse and mini skirt off but left all my undies on. I lay down on the nearest bed and watched him get down to the buff. He had a well-defined body, completely hairless, and just the slightest hint of a beer belly.
It all looked good to me, especially as his cock was already standing to attention. We went straight into a sixty-nine, Vic licking my pussy through my panties while I gave him a blow job.
He was a very experienced lover and I was treated to some brilliant sensations before he brought me to my first cum.
I could hear Andrea enjoying herself with my Gary too, and incredibly, we all chose the same position for our first fuck at exactly the same time.
Andrea and I both straddled our new partners, and we looked across at each other as we bounced up and down almost in unison.
Actually, I had more than a casual glance at Andrea. I looked across a few times, because she was really beautiful, and I hoped that we would be getting it together at some stage.
I shouldn’t have worried. Everything any of us could wish for happened over the next couple of hours. All four of us together on one bed, threesomes both ways around, and an incredible bi session with Andrea whilst our hubbies watched and played with each other’s cocks.
It was undoubtedly our best swinging experience so far, and we were both back to fucking each other’s partners again when there was a knock on the door.
Gary got up and walked to the door still naked and with a lovely hard-on. Looking at his watch, he said, “Impressive, bang on time.”
I was the only one who didn’t know what was coming. It had all been part of the arrangements.
Into our room walked the hotel barman that I had seen Gary practising his Turkish on a couple of days before.
His name was Nuri, and hubby quickly explained to me that he had been the guy who suggested I went to the club where I met Sulo, had also contacted Vic and Andrea for us, and he was now invited to join us all as his reward. He had been on duty until 10 pm and was now about to claim his reward for being so helpful.
His maroon hotel uniform was very quickly discarded, and I have to admit I was a little miffed that he joined Gary and Andrea first.
But all good things come to those who wait, and another threesome soon followed. The great thing was that Nuri was a young and handsome guy, and also a very practised lover.
We all stayed together in our room until well gone midnight and there was never a moment when some sort of sexual activity was going on.
Three of us in the shower together was an unusual experience, but as it was Andrea, Nuri and me, it was one to remember.
All three guys had repeated more than once, which was a very impressive performance, but it all had to come to an end. There were hugs and kisses all around as our guests got dressed and left, while Gary and I drifted very quickly off to sleep.
Our short break was coming to an end in the morning and we had to be up fairly early to get to the airport.
Liz appeared at reception as we were settling our bill. She had come to wish me a safe journey, and I introduced her to Gary.
The journey went without a hitch, and by early evening we were back in our home.
We had crammed an awful lot into four nights away, and hubby and I talked about it all for quite a while.
Two different swinging couples, two different ladies introduced to the joys of bi fun by myself, and great sex with a stranger.
“If you don’t mind me saying so, Liz didn’t really look like your type,” said Gary.
“Well,” I explained, “I felt sorry for her, she was bi-curious, and I had far too much to drink.”
After unpacking and putting some washing on, I checked my e-mails. I don’t get them on my mobile, so there was quite a lot to catch up on.
There were some promising times ahead for me. Ben was asking when he could come and visit. Holiday sex was returning. Whoopee!
Bulent wanted to see me again, but the most curious mail was from probably one of our oldest friends back in the UK.
Gary and I and Dennis and Angela had been friends since before we got married. Just very good friends, nothing more.
But a few months before our wedding all those years ago, I did have a lovely snog with Dennis at a party. I’d never told Gary anything about it.
A couple of years ago, Angela had passed away, leaving Dennis as a widower. We had been to the funeral, and ever since, Dennis and I had kept in touch by e-mail.
Now, all of a sudden, he was asking if I would go and stay with him in Kent. He never mentioned anything about Gary, so it looked as if he only wanted me to go.
I replied, asking him if that’s what he meant.
I only had to wait a couple of minutes for a reply. “Yes, that’s exactly what I want,” it said.
The idea of doing something behind Gary’s back with his oldest friend was troubling me, so I called my hubby into our office and got him to read the mail. I needed to see his reaction.
“No surprise there,” Gary started, “I knew he fancied you when we were courting, and I think he’s always held a candle for you.”
“So, how do you feel about me going to stay with him?” I asked, looking hubby straight in the eyes.
“Well, I know you like Dennis, but I’ve never been sure of whether you fancied him,” Gary told me.
“If you do, I think it would be a wonderful gesture from a very good friend,” he continued. “But sleep on it, and maybe answer him tomorrow,” Gary finished.
I went to bed, my mind in a whirl. It looked like I had so many more things to look forward to.