It looked like a busy and thrilling week coming up for me.
My regular Monday night fling with Hazel was back on, Emre was coming round on Wednesday with six new friends, and I was off to Ufuk’s place on Friday for another gang bang, this time with seven guys plus himself.
I wasn’t quite sure how Monday night would go as it would be the first time I’d seen Hazel since her partner had beaten her up, but I was really looking forward to seeing her whatever.
As it turned out, it was fabulous. Hazel still had a little bruising under her right eye, but no scars were showing although she had been cut.
I had dressed casually in a beige button-down cardigan and a knee-length navy skirt. Underneath though, my bra and panties were a nice shade of beige with some maroon trim. They were brand new and quite sexy. The bra was really low cut and only just covered my nipples, and the panties were nearly see-through and didn’t hide much.
Hazel and I talked for ages. She desperately wanted to get out of their apartment. Nigel was still living there, but they hadn’t talked since the fight. Apparently, he hadn’t even apologised. He had come home drunk, and she still had no idea what he was angry about.
I was relieved when she told me that she was sure that he still didn’t know what the two of us were getting up to behind his back. I had wondered if it may have been the catalyst for it all.
Hazel was quite controlled when she discussed it all with me. There was no sobbing or tears, just anger.
It seemed only natural to give her a big hug when she paused.
“Oh God, I’ve missed the feel and the smell of you Jill,” she told me, before pulling me closer and forcing my mouth open with her tongue.
There weren’t many more words. We were both really ready for a bit of fun. We started stripping each other right there in her living room, standing next to a sofa which was going to see a lot of action very soon.
Hazel knew by now exactly how to set me on fire, and her tongue went straight to the backs of my knees while I found her clit with mine.
We were not as patient as usual. We swapped positions on her sofa time and time again and then moved down to the floor, rolling uncontrollably, locked in each other’s arms on top of our discarded clothes.
Both of us were so noisy. God, I loved making this beautiful woman cum. She tasted so sweet. Hazel’s tongue brought me to so many lovely orgasms. We were both lost in each other, swearing, cursing, panting, moaning and screaming.
It was Hazel who decided we should do some pussy grinding together, forcing my shoulders hard against her rug while I opened my legs as wide as I could while she positioned her very wet pussy on mine. She had really powerful hips and I started moving mine as best as I could, our pussy lips moving against each other as we got completely carried away.
Some of the things we said to each other were really dirty, and some sentences weren’t finished because of the moaning and screaming. Eventually, we collapsed in each other’s arms and lay silently. locked close together as we got our breaths back.
I couldn’t stop staring at my beautiful lover. Hazel looked so serene even with a little bruising still on her face. Her figure was just perfect. Her boobs were so lovely to caress, and oh! that wonderful shaved pussy of hers beneath a tummy so flat, her long legs, completely smooth and tanned. She was just gorgeous.
We both needed a cigarette, so Hazel lent me a robe, found one for herself, and then made our way out onto her patio. It was a cool, clear evening, and we stayed out there for ages. We had so much still to discuss.
Part of me wanted to ask her to come and stay with Gary and me while she got herself sorted. But if that happened Hazel would soon discover the very complicated and dirty sex life that we led, and it certainly wasn’t the time for her to take all that in.
I did suggest, however, that we could go away together for a week in a hotel somewhere, and she really liked that idea. We even started looking at different options. There were so many to choose from, but it was more to get an idea of the cost at that stage, so nothing concrete was booked.
It started to get too cool to stay outside any longer, so we went inside and took a nice hot shower together. It was sensual and sudsy, but we didn’t get too carried away because it was time for me to leave.
I drove home very contented and went straight to bed. Gary wasn’t home yet and normally I would wait up because he would want to hear all the details. But I’d decided all that would have to wait.
Incredibly, however, when Tuesday came, Gary never mentioned anything about Monday night apart from telling me how he had beaten a really good player at both darts and pool. I tried to contain my excitement!
But things were back to normal by Wednesday morning, and after breakfast, we started talking about the planned gang bang for the evening.
Gary had done all the organising. He had taken advantage of the fact that we had no neighbours at the time. The villa next to us is a holiday let, and there was no one there, and our neighbours in the bungalow across the road were back in the UK for health reasons.
So, Gary explained to me that it was going to be all happening outside in our garden by the pool.
Having watched a video of me stripping, Emre had asked Gary if I still had the same dress. It was the nearly full-length silver one with the big slit up one side.
Apparently I was going to do a strip outside in my garden. Well, that certainly appealed to me. I liked that dress too.
“You need to ready for about half-past five Jill,” Gary informed me.
“OK, no problem,” I replied. “Is it still seven of them coming?
“Yes, Emre and six of his friends,” Gary told me, smiling.
I couldn’t believe all the goings-on after lunch. Gary worked very hard arranging things around the pool, moving tables and chairs, setting up the music, and fixing two wooden sunbeds together to make a bed with a double inflatable mattress on top.
A guy turned up a little later to fix some spotlights up. Gary had really put some thought and effort into this one, and I was getting more and more excited about the evening.
The afternoon passed very quickly, and I started to get myself ready very early.
In the end, I was really pleased with the look. That dress looked both sexy and classy at the same time. The lacy top of my barely black hold-ups could clearly be seen at the top of the split in my dress, and perhaps the slightest touch of bare thigh too.
I had chosen a more conventional set of undies this time, black with some red trim, and my shoes were very high heeled and black.
My make up was not nearly as tarty as the last time either, because that wouldn’t really have gone with the dress.
Right on time, all of our guests turned up in two separate cars. They all came around to the tables and chairs where Gary and I were sitting.
Then it became like the start of a party. All of the guys were introduced to me by Emre whilst Gary got everybody drinks, and we all sat together chatting and eating crisps and nuts.
The guys sitting either side of me were playing with my legs almost all the time, and I was aware of being ogled by most of them.
The conversation was all in English and it became clear that most of the guys were in the tourist trade. Some were bar owners, one was an estate engine, another was a driver of a Jeep that went on jeep safaris. I had seen a couple of them somewhere before, but I couldn’t remember where.
I noticed that Gary had taken a note of everybody’s name, no doubt for use in his journal.
It was actually making me feel really randy. The anticipation of what was to come was getting to me, and I really wanted to start things off with my strip.
But Gary got more drinks for everyone and whispered to me. Apparently, we all had to wait for a photographer to turn up.
He had no sooner told me that when we heard a car pull up outside. Gary went to help him with his equipment.
I had the shock of my life when I saw who the photographer was. It was a guy called Adil. He is Kurdish and has run the photoshop in our little town for many years. I knew him quite well because when we first retired out here, he was recommended to us as the man to contact if you had any computer or internet problems.
Adil is a really good looking guy with shoulder-length wavy black hair and piercing blue eyes. I’d admired him for a long time but had pushed him to the back of my mind because he was local and knew us both quite well, and also because he was probably too young for me.
I gave Gary an inquisitive look, but he said nothing and got Adil a beer. Adil smiled at me as he took a seat across the table from me.
So now, I would have to wait even longer to start my strip, but I entered into the conversation while they all finished their drinks. I was impatient because I was now feeling extremely randy.
Eventually, Gary asked if I was ready to start. I didn’t have to answer, he already knew. Hastily, the tables were moved to one side, the music volume was turned up, and I made my way onto the pool surround and started my performance,
Strips should be slow and sensual, but because I was so randy, and probably had consumed too much wine too quickly, I got most of my kit off far too quickly.
My dress and bra had been removed with help from my audience in a matter of minutes, but some lovely words were being shouted out about my boobs and I felt great,
I moved towards a guy who had been very quiet while we sat chatting and boozing. There was something mysterious about him, and I felt like he was undressing me with his eyes while we were seated at the tables.
I leaned forward so that my tits were very close to his face, and then suddenly I felt my panties being pulled down from behind.
There was a big bulge in the guy’s shorts already, so I pulled them down, and then moved forward a little more, took hold of his cock, and sat myself down on it. I was so horny, and it was a nice big cock. I gyrated my hips and bum around on him, and there were cheers and clapping going on all around.
Adil was moving all around to get some good pictures. The music was still playing, but it was no longer a strip, it was a lovely fuck.
Then the guy stood up with me still impaled on his lovely manhood and walked me along the edge of our pool, and towards the two sunbeds tied together.
He laid me down and just kept thrusting away. Everybody crowded around us cheering and clapping. He was on top of me, so I don’t think Adil was able to get many good shots.
He wasn’t going to stop until he had cum, so I just went along with it. It didn’t take long before he pulled out and shot his seed all over my tummy.
Gary, who was watching it all along with everybody else, handed me some tissues to clean myself up, and then it was pandemonium. Tongues were licking me all over, fingers and thumbs were getting me, I was getting manoeuvred into different positions, and I had two cocks trying to fuck my mouth.
I have no idea how long it went on for. I was lost in a whirl of sensations. But I was aware that my hubby Gary was joining in with it all. So many tongues on my clit and nipples had brought me to loads of noisy cums, and then someone decided it was time for them all to fuck me in turn.
Adil was getting some good shots now, especially as a lot of the guys wanted me to straddle them for their fuck, and at least three of them took me doggy fashion.
Gary didn’t miss out either and was one of those who I straddled. But when he finished, he took the camera from Adil and invited him to join in. Oh wow, I had often thought about him when seeing to myself.
I wasn’t disappointed. He had a lovely thick cock, and he took me in the missionary position, his long black hair tickling my shoulders as he rode me. He came all too soon though, but he didn’t pull out.
After he got off me, I had two guys licking me out immediately, and then it all started again. I was exhausted, but I was still getting wave after wave of sensations, so I kept moving around myself to try and accommodate as many as I could.
There was so much going on that I couldn’t remember everything that happened, but I do remember bringing Adil’s lovely cock back to life with my lips and tongue.,
They had all fucked me. Of that I was sure. And my hubby Gary had been part of it all,
Emre and his guys said their goodbyes and went on their way. Adil got all his stuff together and loaded it in his car. He came back in to tell Gary that he would edit his pics and let him have a copy as soon as he could.
He was about to drive off when Gary said, ” You can stay a bit longer if you want.”
So, long story short, I ended up having Adil in my marital bed all that night. I was exhausted, but I found enough energy to keep him going for most of the night.
He told me that he loved me and that he wanted to fuck me every night, Bloody hell, he was at least 30 years younger than me. Here was a guy I had fantasised about and masturbated over so many times actually hugging me close in my marital bed with his lovely thick cock springing into action time and time again.
Adil couldn’t get enough of me. We had shower sex too. It was all fantastic. It was wrong that he kept telling me that he loved me, and I kept telling him that I loved him too. At that particular time, I would happily have run off with him anywhere. But it was lust really, not love.
In the morning as he left, he told me that he would come back in the evening, but I had to put him off. I was knackered, and I had to rest before my next scheduled gang bang at Ufuk’s place the next day.
Wow! Gary was still asleep in the spare bedroom. I was exhausted, but I got my favourite toy out of my bedside cabinet and brought myself off yet again thinking of my new handsome long-haired young lover. He wanted more of me, and I certainly wanted more of him.
Eventually, Gary got up and busied himself with all the clearing up in the garden. It was all done in about an hour, and then, over a strong cup of coffee, we started to talk about everything that had happened the night before.
I told him that I was now completely hooked on gang bangs. I loved all the different sensations they were giving me, and I particularly liked him being part of it.
What I kept to myself was how incredible Adil had been with me in our bed. I felt guilty about the lust I had for him.
Gary checked his mobile and smiled as he showed me a message. It was from Adil. It said that he would finish editing the photos sometime in the afternoon and bring them over as soon as possible.
“He was superb in bed with me last night, but I have already told him that I am too tired and sore to take any more today,” I told my hubby.”Can you please tell him that in your reply?”
It was the truth. I was not ready for any more action. But it was also true that I was a little scared of getting into a serious relationship.
The day went by very quickly. I had lots to do to prepare myself for my visit to Ufuk’s place the next day. I was sorting out what to wear, my make-up, filling up my car, and making an appointment at the beautician’s for the next morning.
We were both too tired to cook, so we ordered a pizza. It was delivered by a guy on a scooter. He wasn’t wearing a crash helmet and I recognised him from somewhere. Not a word was said, but he smiled and went quickly after Gary had paid him.
I was thinking to myself that I had given myself to so many strangers that I couldn’t remember them all, so I just had to wonder if the guy was smiling just because he was happy, or because he had fucked me at some time or other.
Not long afterwards, Adil arrived. Part of me was hoping that he would just deliver the photos and leave, but Gary was first to the door, and he invited him in.
I made myself scarce in the garden while the two of them watched me performing on the TV. I’d decided that I would watch it all myself later.
Adil and Gary came out to talk to me. I was sitting in our pagoda enjoying the peace and a cigarette. They had a can of beer each, and I had an orange juice.
Inevitably the conversation got around to the photos, and Adil showed me some of the shots that he had taken. He had done a DVD movie but had taken lots of still photographs too.
I have to say that they were very good. He had captured some of the moments when I was in ecstasy superbly.
“I have had a hard-on all day while doing the editing Jill,” Adil told me, his dark blue eyes smiling at me.
“They are lovely pics, thank you,” I replied. I sidestepped the obvious reply because I really was still quite sore.
“How about I do a portfolio for you Jill?” he asked. “I’ve done quite a few for ladies who want to get into modelling.”
Gary joined in then, saying what a good idea that would be.
I knew what kind of modelling Gary had in mind. I had been contacted in the past by a couple of MILF sites asking if I wanted to earn some extra cash.
They were both trying to persuade me. Gary mentioned all the sexy outfits and underwear that were in my wardrobe, and Adil got even more intent.
“OK, OK,” I said, “you win.” I could see that having some really good photos of myself would prove useful.
“Maybe next week sometime?” I asked Adil
“Why not now?” he asked.
Those lovely eyes of his were pleading, and the thought of me posing for him was very appealing. I looked straight at Gary and he smiled and nodded.
The beer was finished quickly, and five minutes later, I showed Adil what underwear and outfits I had clean and ready.
This was of course in my bedroom. Gary had stayed downstairs after helping Adil carry some of his equipment upstairs.
There was a lot to choose from. I had lots of dresses and skirts that were pretty alluring, some mini skirts with zips at the front, and one with hooks and eyes going diagonally from bottom to top.
But the first thing that Adil picked out was a pink lacy summer dress. I had never worn it. It was quite a short dress, flared at the bottom and about six inches above the knee. It had a low neckline with cap sleeves. The only really sexy bit about it was that the material over the boobs was flesh coloured and seethrough.
To me, it was just a nice summer dress ideal for picnics or the like, certainly not something I would pick to go out on the pull. But Adil had obviously seen potential in it.
Next, he picked a bra and pantie set. It was brief, black, and left very little to the imagination, just some minute black blobs that covered the nipples and pussy.
Finally, he wanted to see my selection of footwear. He chose a bright green pair of ankle boots with a long heel. I had never worn them either.
Then he went to Gary’s wardrobe and picked a mainly white short-sleeved shirt with thin black stripes.
“Firstly, I would like some shots of you in the dress please, Jill,” Adil said, “but with just a pair of white knickers and no bra.”
“If you do your make-up and get changed now, I’ll go and have another drink with Gary. Take your time and give me a shout when you are ready,” Adil said as he left the room.
My hair would have to do with just a quick wash and blow-dry, but I was pleased with the result, and I took great care with my make-up.
When I was dressed and finished, I studied myself in the mirror. Adil had chosen well. The dress looked really good on me, and I liked the feel of it too. There was just the faintest hint of my nipples through the flesh-coloured material.
I composed myself for a minute or two and then opened the door and simply shouted “ready.”
Adil gave me some very good posing advice as he began to take shots of me in the bedroom. When to smile, when to pout, etc.
He took a few of me on our bedroom balcony, then more all around the bedroom. He used our full-length mirror for some shots and then got me onto various poses reclining on the bed.
For the first ten minutes or so, it was all very respectable, but then Adil asked me to hitch my dress up higher and higher, telling me that he wanted a glimpse of my panties.
Then he moved around the bed asking me to open my legs a little more and hitch the dress up even higher.
I was enjoying being a bit of a showgirl again, so I didn’t object and tried to keep my concentration.
Next, he was zooming in on my boobs. Because I was excited by it all, my nipples had become firmer and were really pressing against the see-through dress material,
Adil asked if he could unzip my dress, so very quickly, the shoulders of my dress were pulled down, so that my boobs were on show.
He took loads of pics with me playing with my nipples, sitting up and laying down, and then he suggested I move one hand to my panties which were now clearly on show.
I obeyed. Without him asking, I slipped my fingers inside my panties and began to play with myself. I was actually really enjoying the whole scene, and I very nearly brought myself to a cum while he was taking the photos.
I was really ready for a bit of attention from Adil at this stage, but now he wanted me to change costume. I had to wear Gary’s shirt, my green ankle boots and nothing else but a smile.
All the pics this time were taken with me on the bed. Some with me lying on my back, but most, laying on my tummy with my bum thrust up as much as I could.
He wanted open leg shots too, and I complied. Adil was saying lovely things about me, and I was loving being the centre of attraction.
The underwear shots were forgotten and not taken. Adil told me that he had enough “in the can.”
By this time, I had forgotten all about my soreness, and I certainly wasn’t tired anymore. I wanted Adil again, and it became pretty obvious he wanted me too.
The camera was switched off and put to one side as he quickly removed all his clothes and joined me on the bed.
It was fantastic having him to myself now and knowing that Gary was listening not too far away.
It was another wonderful fuck. Adil was patient, hard as a rock, and very skilful with both his cock and his tongue.
He brought me to cum after cum, but he wanted me to finish him off with my mouth when he got close. No problem. I was so far gone that I took it all and managed to swallow most of it.
Phew! I was in heaven. This guy who I had fantasised about for years was really smitten with me. If I got my way, he would become a regular source of naughtiness.
My next gang bang at Ufuk’s place was arranged for the very next day, but after Adil had said his goodbyes, Gary and I relaxed with a drink in front of the TV. It was the news, and it was all about Covid making its way across Europe.
Little did we know at that time how it would change our lives and limit opportunities for fun and naughtiness.
But short term, I still had a lot to look forward to. Another gang bang definitely fixed up for Friday night at Ufuk’s, and the probability of Emre and friends soon afterwards.
Hazel and Ugras to satisfy my bi side, regular fucks from both Adil and Ray, maybe another fling with Thomas, although nothing was arranged yet, and week-long visits from the UK by Yvonne and Ben.
And, according to Gary and his journal, I was now up to eighty-eight different cocks.