In 2004, a whole new chapter of my life opened up. I’d been with my long-term girlfriend Louise for about five years, and although she was a lovely girl, we didn’t really ‘click’ sexually, and our relationship had been on the decline for a little while. Louise was a lovely, sweet girl, and very pretty I have to say, but the problem was she was just a little too sweet for me. If you wanted a well-behaved, innocent type of girl, with no hidden layers to her character, Louise was perfect. But I wanted someone a bit more devilish, who was open to trying different things, always willing to get down and get dirty, and unfortunately, that just wasn’t her.
We’d already come close to splitting up twice, but managed to patch things up on both occasions. I’d been seriously tempted by a girl called Kristina at one point, and almost gave in to her, but stopped myself because of guilty feelings about hurting Louise. However, a couple of years after that, it was clear things were never really going to be right with Louise and I. We were a clock that was just waiting to run out of batteries, and the clock was winding down big time. I reminisced about past experiences, and I wanted to fuck other women, and probably could have done easily, but I didn’t really go looking for opportunities, until an unexpected holiday encounter changed everything.
Another couple that we were friends with, Sophie and Martin, had also been through some rough spots during their time together, and their relationship was fizzling out too. Nevertheless, after finding a really good deal on some apartments in Portugal, we decided to all go on holiday together, to see if the time away from home would bring us closer together. As it turned out, the complete opposite happened!
We were all fairly close in age – around our mid-twenties at the time, and we’d been friends for a couple of years. Now, I’d always quite fancied Sophie. She was quite a petite blonde with piercing grey eyes that always had a glint of lust in them, and a sexy voice to match. I wouldn’t exactly say it was love at first sight, but I’d certainly always thought she was pretty hot. I tried not to let it play on my mind too much, but seeing her walking around in her skimpy outfits on holiday made it really difficult not to.
One evening, a few days into the holiday, we were all out having drinks in the town near our apartment. I’d been watching Sophie earlier that day on the beach, thinking what a good body she had, and wondering what she might be like in bed. I started to feel a little bit guilty about the thoughts I was having, but I just couldn’t help myself. Sophie was quite a natural flirt, and would tease men in a way that Louise would never have done, and it really taunted me.
I wanted her. And I wanted her like I never quite wanted Louise.
My lustful needs were really starting to take over, and during the course of that evening, we kept exchanging glances – long glances where we held each other’s eyes for a few seconds. It was becoming obvious to us that we really fancied each other, but I just hoped Louise and Martin didn’t notice. At one point, Sophie even sat opposite me spreading her legs slightly apart to show me what she had to offer, as she sipped her drink. She was only wearing a short skirt, but I still couldn’t see as much as I wanted to see.
After a while, she said that she’d lost a ring, as if she’d only just realized, and started to seem genuinely concerned, eager to go back to the apartment to check it was there. Louise and Martin were still halfway through their drinks, but I’d just finished mine, so I offered to go back with Sophie and have a look. We left the others and walked back towards the apartment, leaving the busy town area behind us and passing through some quiet backroads near some houses.
We talked about our failing relationships as we walked along, and by that point, I knew I wanted to just grab Sophie and have my way with her, as we’d both just virtually confessed that we were craving other people. But I didn’t have to.
She suddenly stopped and said, “Actually, I lied about that ring, I just wanted to get you alone,” as she put her arm round me and pulled me towards her. When she first mentioned the missing ring, I did believe her, as I’m sure did the others, but looking back, it seemed like a pretty lame excuse actually.
“No problem there at all,” I said, reaching my hand around her and grabbing her arse. And the next thing I knew we were snogging each other’s faces off, interlocking tongues and running our hands over each other. “Oh god, you’re so sexy,” I whispered in her ear, kissing down her neck as her breathing became heavier.
“I want you so fucking bad right now,” she gasped, pulling me back in for another long, passionate kiss.
“Come with me,” I said, and took her by the hand, leading her down a path round the back of some houses, behind some bins. It really wasn’t a romantic location in the slightest, but we didn’t care, our sexual desires were burning like mad and we just wanted a piece of each other. Sophie leant back against a wall and started tugging at my shorts.
“God, you’re eager, aren’t you?” I said.
“I’m eager for you, yeah,” she replied, “I’ve seen you looking at me, and I know what you want.” I ran my hand up her leg and under her skirt, stroking her naked thigh as I moved further up towards her crotch. She gasped as my hand made contact with her pussy, her knickers being the only thing that now stopped my fingers from making contact with her most intimate region.
But I needed to go further, much further. I slipped my hand inside her panties, pushing them aside to feel her properly, her lips soon becoming very wet beneath my fingers. We kept kissing, our tongues on fire as she rubbed my crotch harder, feeling the bulge getting bigger and bigger.
“Fuck me,” she said, and in a flash, I was tearing off her knickers.
“I’ve been wanting to fuck you ever since we got here,” I said, as she unzipped my shorts and yanked out my cock, already throbbing hard. I pushed her skirt up over her hips and slipped my fingers into her juicy cunt. She was already very wet with anticipation, and seconds later, eased myself inside her. We started to work up a rhythm together, as I thrust deeply into her warm pussy. We felt so hot, not just from the temperature, but from the whole situation, kissing each other and exploring all over with our hands.
She wrapped her leg around me, and I reached my hand around to grip her arse, forcing me deeper inside her. I pulled down her top, licking her tits and sucking her hard nipples into my mouth, causing her to groan with lustful desire.
“I’ve needed a real man to fuck me like this for ages,” she gasped, “Oh god, your cock feels so good!” We went at it for a while, but I was so turned on by her, and by the whole situation, that I soon reached a point where I couldn’t hold off any longer.
“Blow your load in my mouth,” Sophie said, “I want to taste your spunk.”
So, I pulled out of her pussy and rammed my cock into her mouth. She sucked on me hard, and seconds later I came right down her throat. She was the first woman I’d shagged for over five years, apart from Louise of course, and it felt good to experience someone new again. We tidied ourselves up and went back to the apartment, about ten minutes before Louise and Martin arrived back, and pretended we’d found the ring.
But it didn’t end there of course – that shag behind the bins was just the beginning of our relationship.
A couple of days later, Sophie and I managed to slip away from the others one morning, and went to a wild, wooded area near the beach. Making sure no one else was about, we stripped off and fucked hard like randy teenagers, Sophie kneeling in the sand holding onto the trunk of a tree, while I took her from behind, eventually spraying my load over her tits. The sweat running off our bodies just made the whole thing seem so much more erotically charged, and at one point we nearly got caught by some people who came walking by close to us.
We took great risks on that holiday, but fortunately, we were never found out, by our own partners or anyone else. I have to say, the risks were worth it though, because the sex was amazing, and even though we knew that what we were doing was wrong, in many ways it just felt so right. On another day towards the end of the holiday, we had sex in the shower while Louise and Martin went swimming. I banged Sophie hard against the bath wall, before cumming on her face, the water from the shower washing my cream down her body.
She was so hot and sexy, and dirty – which was just what I craved. When we got back home, I couldn’t stop thinking about her, and it quickly became apparent that she felt the same, texting each other constantly and speaking as often as we could. Obviously, our affair continued, and we met up sometimes two or three times a week. We fucked everywhere – in the car, in the woods, and in just about every room in Sophie’s house. A couple of months later, she and Martin finally split up, and shortly afterward, Louise and I did the same. Sophie and I carried on seeing each other, but decided to keep quiet about our relationship for a while.
We were, for the most part, just content within our own little bubble, and didn’t ever really look into involving others in our sex life, but in the next story, I’ll tell of an experience that was definitely one of the highlights of our relationship…
