I was shattered. Well, I suppose shagged out would be more accurate.
Gary wanted me to describe my time with Emre more and more, and he also had the pics of me with Hakan to look at. So, I didn’t get much of a rest, to be honest.
He was a little anxious about me wanting some more from Emre because he knew him quite well, and we would have to keep the fact that we are married from Emre. Awkward. But I didn’t half want to feel his lovely cock inside me again.
The ball was firmly in hubby’s court as far as that one goes.
But I had plenty of other things to think about. My week in the UK with Yvonne was looming, and I had also received a message from Ozlem which sounded interesting after Gary translated it for me. Her husband was working away from home and she was asking if I could go and stay with her.
I wasn’t sure if I had the time or the money for that. It would mean a flight to Ankara because it’s too far to drive for me on my own. But I certainly had the inclination, recalling her very slim body and the great sex we enjoyed together.
Gary must have been keen on the idea because he checked out the flights for me. It was only £80 return, and there was a flight every day.
He wrote out a message for me to send to her in his best Turkish, saying that I was coming in two days time, and asked was it OK if I stopped for two nights, please?
So, I was off on another exciting adventure. Gary dropped me at the airport and wished me well with a glint in his eye. The first time with Ozlem had been so good and I couldn’t wait to get some more of the same.
I had dressed sensibly in a t-shirt and jeans and some comfortable flat shoes. The flight was uneventful and short, and I only had hand luggage so that I was out in the arrivals hall very quickly.
And there she was, in front of everybody, smiling and waving wildly at me. She was also in jeans and a t-shirt, and as I got closer, I could tell she was not wearing a bra. Her little nipples were standing proud against the bright orange material.
That really surprised me. After all, I was in the capital city of Turkey, and I’d expected to see most of the ladies in traditional dress with headscarves. But how wrong I was. Everything looked very westernised and European.
We had a lovely hug, perhaps a little too much in front of everyone, but she felt and smelt wonderful. She was so strong for such a small frame. And those wonderful dark eyes were smiling at me. I felt a shiver run down my spine at the thought of what was to come.
We had to take two buses. That gave me a good view of the city. A conversation, of course, was very difficult. But my limited Turkish was better than Ozlem’s English, and we managed OK. I found out that she could drive and had a car, but she hates the traffic.
The two bus journeys were quite long, and we arrived at Ozlem’s apartment about ninety minutes later, just before 7 pm. I had seen what she meant about the traffic. It was bedlam.
It was a lovely apartment on the eighth floor of a large tower block. She showed me into the living area which was surprisingly large and beautifully furnished.
Asking if I was hungry, she suggested I showered and tidied up while she prepared a meal. Most of all this was done by miming more than talking, but I was quite surprised how well I was doing with my Turkish.
I wanted to look my best for her, so after showering, putting my make up on, and seeing to my hair, I chose a peach and burgundy set of undies and a little black dress. I felt good.
Ozlem had cooked a lovely meal of aubergine and cheese with copious amounts of salad. It was delicious, and we washed it down with a glass of white wine each.
She cleared the table, put everything in a dishwasher, and excused herself while she went to get changed.
I helped myself to another glass of wine while I waited for her. She seemed to take ages, but that was probably more because of my impatience than anything else. I tried to imagine what she would dress like and hoped it would be something to show off her lovely slim body.
What a sight met my eyes when she came back into the living area! She clearly wanted to make it clear what we were going to get up to. Just a bright red baby doll that was almost see-through. She had done her make up too and she looked absolutely ravishing.
She stood right in front of me and gave me a twirl, sort of asking my opinion or approval. So, I stood up, wrapped my arms around her, and pulled her down onto the settee with me. There was no resistance, so it was easy.
I told her in my best Turkish that she was beautiful, then kissed her full on the lips. Our tongues were soon flicking each other, and I ran my hands up and down as much of her slim body as I could. At the same time, her hand went up inside my little black dress, which I wished I hadn’t put on at all now, and I felt her fingers begin to explore.
She looked great, she smelt wonderful, and those soulful dark eyes of hers were smiling at me.
Ozlem got off the settee, pulled me up and led me to another room that I hadn’t seen before. It turned out to be what I would call her playroom. It was quite small but had a three quarter size bed, mirrors all around the walls, and a cupboard with drawers that were packed full of toys and sexy underwear.
I pulled her baby doll over her head and threw it to one side as she was getting a big black dildo out of the drawer. She turned around and put the dildo up inside my dress, which I now couldn’t get out of quick enough. She put it down and helped me strip naked.
As we lay down together on the bed, tongues flicking once again, I quickly snatched the dildo, found the switch to start it vibrating and ran it all around those lovely little red nipples of hers.
We then started on what I can only describe as a full-on passionate session. We were all over each other. We did a sixty-nine, we tried three different toys, we licked each other all over, and of course, rode each other with our pussies pressed hard together.
I tasted her sweet juices, she tasted mine as we both came over and over again. I scarcely looked at our reflections in all the mirrors. I was too busy admiring the contours of her lovely slim body. It was flawless and completely hairless. She was almost like a little doll, but so strong too. The muscles in her skinny arms and legs were very well-formed and I assumed that she must be into using a gym regularly.
Ozlem and I stayed in that three-quarter bed until morning just kissing cuddling and fondling in between sleep. I felt absolutely invigorated when morning came, so when she got another toy out and started running it all around my bumhole and pussy, I didn’t complain and just let her bring me to yet another orgasm.
I wanted to do the same to her, but she got up, saying that she had to go and make breakfast and that we were going out later.
Breakfast was just toast and honey, then we both went upstairs to get ready. Apparently we were going to do a bit of shopping and then meet up with a friend of hers for lunch.
This time Ozlem drove. She had a little Fiat Uno which had seen better days, but it was a lot quicker and more comfortable than a bus, and she knew the road well.
We were both in t-shirts and jeans again and we went to several clothes shops. Neither of us bought anything. I had limited space in my luggage. But it was interesting for me because the prices were so much lower than I was used to. One of the disadvantages of living in a tourist area I suppose.
She led me to a restaurant, where we found a table and were joined almost at once by her friend Deniz. She introduced herself in perfect English to me. So, Ozlem had cleverly arranged to meet her friend so that we could talk more with the use of an interpreter.
Deniz taught English at a local school, and while we all munched our way through a cheese salad, I found out a lot more about Ozlem, as she did about me.
There were lots of questions flying back and forth, but nothing remotely connected to sex until this one from Ozlem. “So, your husband is perfectly OK with everything you do, JIll?”
I told her through Deniz that he was, and he liked to hear about it all. And as I said, “in fact, it all turns him on,” I felt Deniz’s hand on my leg, and she looked at me as she translated it for Ozlem.
So Deniz was not just Ozlem’s friend and interpreter. She was her regular girlfriend too. And the prospect of a girlie threesome was definitely there.
Deniz was not the sort of girl I would normally be attracted to. She was a little butch, with short mousy hair, and was quite overweight. Probably a size 16. But she did have a big pair of boobs by the looks of it.
We finished our meals, settled the bill, and twenty minutes later we were all back at Ozlem’s apartment. The atmosphere was electric as Ozlem led us into her playroom.
There was no stripping each other. We just all got our kit off as quickly as we could. I don’t know if it had all been planned, but the two of them got me first. Ozlem was between my legs with her tongue and fingers, and I had Deniz’s very ample tits in my mouth and hands.
Then they swapped around, and Ozlem lowered her lovely pussy onto my face as Deniz worked a very large vibrator up my pussy while licking me all around my pussy lips.
I was completely and utterly lost in passion. I had cum after cum. They were both experts and knew all the right moves and spots.
But there was so much more to come. Deniz was the next recipient of it all as Ozlem and I went to town on her. Her big tummy, bum and hips were all forgotten about as we brought her to some very noisy cums.
Then, of course, it was Ozlem’s turn. This was the bit I had been waiting for. Deniz and I swapped about a lot, but the best bit for me was when I straddled Ozlem and ground our two pussies together while she licked Deniz’s pussy. Deniz played with her own tits at the same time, and it was a great sight to behold.
The three of us orgasmed all at the same time. The noise and language were amazing. Eventually, we collapsed on the bed, and then spent ages just touching and cuddling each other.
Deniz was the first to rise. She had to go, so she showered, got dressed and left. I thanked her for being so helpful. I meant with the language, but from her reaction, I think she thought I was talking about the many cums.
That was the last I saw of Deniz. Presumably, she had to go to work the next day. But I still had Ozlem all to myself now, and another night to stay before I made my way back home.
I had discovered a lot about Ozlem through talking to Deniz. She wasn’t in a particularly happy marriage. Deniz had introduced her to the joys of bi sex about three years ago, and they were regular partners. But I was the only other female she had ever had.
Ali, her husband, was more into swinging, but that had always been straight swapping of partners, and she had never had any say and had to do whatever Ali said. This had meant that she had a lot of experience with other men, but not many of them were good experiences.
She now thought of herself more as a lesbian. The sex between her and her hubby had almost dried up.
So, for the rest of that day, we talked, and we did manage to understand each other pretty well. There were lots of cuddles, and sometimes tears when she talked about her marriage. Her beautiful dark eyes still looked great even though they were sad eyes now.
We went to bed early, and this time Ozlem invited me into her own bedroom. We didn’t need any of the toys that were in the other room. We just had lots and lots of naked cuddles which eventually led to another frantic session. We went on for hours, just stopping for the odd drink and a cigarette for me.
Several times she said, “Seni seviyorum,” which I knew meant. “I love you.” But it’s a strange one because it can also mean, “I like you a lot.”
We drifted off to sleep in each other’s arms, and neither of us woke until the morning. We just had time for another lovely session together before I had to get ready for my journey to the airport. But it was the best session of all. We just licked each other everywhere. I don’t think either of us missed an inch.
Personally I love having the backs of my legs licked. All the way up, but especially in the bend behind the knee. Ozlem’s special places (apart from the obvious ones) were behind her ears and all around her neck and shoulders.
We built ourselves up into a frenzy with all that, so that when we got down to a sixty-nine, we both came almost immediately. Ozlem learnt a bit more English as I told her that she was, “Fucking fantastic.”
She escorted me on the two buses to the airport, and we had a tearful cuddle and kiss as we said our goodbyes. We both wanted to see each other again, and I asked her to let me know as soon as she knew her hubby would be away again.
What I didn’t know was what Deniz would make of it all. She had gone into the threesome very willingly, but I had the feeling that she would still want Ozlem to herself, and I was pretty sure that what we had together was a little more than just sex.
Gary was waiting for me at the airport, and of course, wanted to know all the details. I told him that he would have to wait until we were home. The drive back to our villa has some very dangerous bends on the roads and I didn’t want him to be lacking in concentration. I just said that I had had an awesome time.
So, the journey was uneventful, and we got back to our place at about 7.30 pm. There were two very big surprises for me when we arrived.
Firstly, who should be there sitting comfortably in our lounge but Emre, the log man. And he was watching the DVD of me being royally fucked by the two studs at Mike’s place.
Gary quickly explained that Emre had phoned him asking for another date with the “friend” he had set him up with because she was, “fantastic in bed.” So Gary had come clean and admitted that it was his wife and that he was perfectly OK with it all as long as he kept his mouth shut.
The second surprise was the lovely smell of an Indian take away being kept warm in the oven. I was famished, so we ended up making polite conversation while we ate our dinners, washed down with some lovely cold beer.
I left the two of them clearing up and chatting while I excused myself and went to shower and change. I really fancied having that lovely cock of Emre’s again, so I just put on a pair of panties and wore a sheer white negligee after doing my hair and makeup.
When I got downstairs, Gary and Emre were both watching the DVD again. They were both in armchairs, touchable distance apart from each other.
I sat on Emre’s lap, putting my arms around his neck, and lay back watching myself giving Gunner a blow job whilst being licked to a very noisy cum.
“You are very good Jill. You are what I would call a sexpert,” Emre told me as his hand moved inside my negligee and found my boobs.
“Sexpert? That’s a new one on me, but I think I like that,” I replied, before turning my head a little and finding his tongue with mine.
I was thinking that I had got something to live up to now, so I was very impatient. I stood up, threw the negligee off, then knelt down and freed his cock from his shorts, and did what I was doing to Gunner on the TV.
Emre looked at Gary as he got up, took me by the hand and took me upstairs. I told him we could use our marital bedroom.
I’d had plenty of cums with Ozlem and Deniz over the last few days, but I hadn’t had a cock, and I was really ready for one. Especially Emre’s rather beautiful specimen of manhood.
First, he fingered me with my panties still on, pushing the flimsy material right up. I was sure they would rip, but they held firm, and then his lovely tongue was all around my pussy lips before going where his fingers had been, making my panties even wetter than they were before.
I lay there playing with my tits as Emre stood up and stripped, exposing that great well-defined body again. His cock was standing erect and ready, so I slipped my panties down over each ankle in turn and threw them to one side.
He was impatient now and took me in the missionary position first. But he showed all his athletic capabilities by taking me in four different ways, driving me wild. I think he was the one who should be called a sexpert.
It was an awesome shag for both of us and went on for nearly two hours. Emre came twice, once in my mouth and then right inside me. I had so many cums I lost count. Gary never came in but was content to listen. Well, there would have been quite a lot to hear!
Emre showered, got dressed and went home. I should have joined him in the shower, but I was just too tired. But when Gary came to bed, I thought I had better quickly clean myself up because I knew he would be wanting me.
But he told me to stay put, and then as he got going, whispered that he wanted to taste anything that Emre had left behind. God, I was tired, but I still loved being licked out by my wonderful hubby, and then summoned up enough energy to ride him to a very quick cum before falling to sleep.
So, it was the next evening before I got to tell hubby about my time in Ankara. But it was all still very clear in my mind and I reckon I did a pretty good job.
We were going out to a party that evening, so Gary had to wait until we got back home after midnight before satisfying what had been on his mind all evening.
Thank goodness, after that, I had several days rest. I heard nothing from Ray, who was probably too busy at the bar and had no surprise messages from anyone. Just a lovely email from Yvonne, who I was going to go and visit in ten days time.
Even online sex from Mike had stopped. I hadn’t heard from him for over a week, which was unusual, and I wondered if he had got wind of the fact that I was going to visit Yvonne before him. After all, they knew each other very well and lived only about a mile from each other.
A couple of days later, we had a chat about the situation with Emre. Gary told me that he felt he was in an impossible position when Emre had told him that he wanted to see “his friend” again because she was so good in bed. He said it actually made him feel proud, so he told him the truth there and then.
And after our second dalliance together, Emre told hubby that he would like a regular thing with me.
I told him that I would like that too, but something was going to have to give. There was just too much going on in my sex life.
As if to confirm that, I got a phone call that same evening from Muzzy telling me that he had nearly finalised the arrangements for a second “gentleman’s’ evening”, and was the date suitable? It was four days after coming back from my week with Yvonne, so I told him that I was OK with that.
Muzzy apologised for not being able to see me personally. It was coming up to election time here and he was too busy. Then he asked if I would be OK with another lady working with me on the night.
I told him that as long as she was OK with it, then so was I. It was intriguing and quite exciting.
“OK then. She is a Russian lady, but I don’t expect you will be doing much talking anyway,” he joked.
He said he would be in touch again as soon as everything was set up, and apologised again for not being able to see me.
So, Gary and I had a quiet evening in, mainly talking about another exciting prospect of performing again. I told him that I hoped I could do another striptease because I felt really good doing them.
He told me that from what Muzzy had said, it was more than likely that my performance would be full-on bi sex with an unknown Russian lady in front of an audience. I supposed he was right, but it was an exciting and intriguing prospect anyway.
We were just finishing a nightcap when I got a message from Ray. The chat with Gary had made me very randy, so when Ray said he had time to come over, I said, “yes please,” and went straight upstairs to find something alluring to wear.
I found a purple shortie nightie with peepholes so that my nipples were showing. I was just putting it over my head when I heard Ray come in the back door downstairs. He must have called me from where he parks just along the road and out of sight.
I heard Gary say, “Jill’s upstairs waiting for you,” and when he came through the door, I still hadn’t got the nightie on. It was above my head, and I was standing stark naked in front of him,
Ray didn’t waste any time. He picked me up, laid me down on the bed, and stripped off as quickly as he could while I watched, playing with my pussy.
There was hardly any foreplay. Well, it wasn’t really necessary. I was already really wet, and Ray’s cock was hard as nails. He took me urgently and powerfully in the missionary position and shot his load up my very willing pussy very quickly.
While we recovered, Ray apologised for not being able to see me sooner. I told him that I understood, and there was no need for an apology.
We then started on the build-up to a long and athletic session. We started just running our hands all over each other, and as we had our first tongue flicking session, I started playing with his cock and his fingers went in my pussy. Then it was a lovely sixty-nine. This was proper foreplay now.
Both of us were very noisy now. I was getting very close. “Fuck me now,” I shouted, making sure that Gary could hear.
Ray wanted to fuck me from behind and he turned me over and got me to kneel over the side of the bed. He played with my bumhole and ran his cock right up against it. I braced myself, but he went for my pussy instead.
It’s Ray’s favourite, so we stayed in that position. He kept going for ages before he came inside me. It was good, but I didn’t manage another cum.
Ray left as quickly as he had arrived, and Gary was beside me seconds after the back door closed. He licked me out beautifully again, bringing me to the cum I had missed out on minutes before.
The weekend arrived. I only had a few days before flying off to see Yvonne, and I wanted to cook some stuff for Gary to eat while I was away. He loves Indian food, and I had decided to cook him some and put it in the freezer for him, but I needed some more spices.
There is a big Sunday market in a place called Calis, so off we went. Calis is a very English resort, with lots of bars and restaurants and a lovely promenade, but for us, it is just a bit too English and not the real Turkey.
It is also where Gary plays in a pool and darts league every Monday evening.
So, we were at a spice stall in the market. I was telling Gary what we needed and he was doing the bartering. You tend to get a much better price if you talk Turkish, and Gary is very fluent.
Shopping was done, and Gary was suddenly chatting to a guy and a woman I didn’t know. We all introduced ourselves. The guy was Nigel who played for another team in the pool league. His partner was called Hazel. The guys were mainly talking sport, so that led Hazel and me into our own little conversation.
It was hot, and we were not in the shade, so we decided to go and have a drink at one of the market cafes. Gary and Nigel sat together with Hazel and me opposite, sitting on plastic chairs with a thin cushion.
We just ordered drinks. Gary and Nigel were still talking sport, and Hazel turned towards me and asked: “so you are a Monday evening sports widow too, Jill?”
As she said that, her knee made contact with mine. I thought it was just an accident, so I moved away.
“Yes, I am,” I replied, “but I enjoy having a bit of time to myself, so it’s no problem.”
“Well, if you want to have a girlie chat while they are playing, you are welcome to come round to ours while the men play,” Hazel said, her knee finding mine under the table again. So it obviously wasn’t an accident.
I didn’t know how to respond. I couldn’t really tell her that actually I was OK because my young lover came around and fucked me every Monday evening. And I looked at her and realised that she was very attractive. Probably in her fifties, quite tall, slim, and with red hair and green eyes. And I hadn’t moved my leg away from her this time.
At the other side of the table, Nigel and Gary were excitedly chatting, both of them on their mobiles at the same time. When they finished, Gary announced that they had arranged a pre-season friendly the next night.
Our knees were still pressed against each other as I asked, “have you got any room on the bus for another one, Gary?”
Hazel squeezed my hand on the table as Gary told me he’s got six on an eight-seater. So it was all fixed up in a matter of moments.
We went our own ways shortly afterwards, Hazel telling me that she would pick me up at the bar where they were playing.
Gary hadn’t spotted any intimacy between us and assumed that I was just going over for a girlie chat. I couldn’t make it too obvious, so I just put on a little makeup and dressed casually in a white blouse with jeans.
As promised, Hazel was there to meet me at the bar. The men hurried in to start playing and I got into Hazel’s car for a five-minute drive to their apartment.
She looked wonderful. She was casually dressed like me with jeans and a green t-shirt. The day before, she had her hair in a ponytail, but she had let it down this time. It was shoulder length and seemed to accentuate her lovely green eyes.
We chatted easily over a glass of wine each, and then as it got dark outside, Hazel suggested we go for a stroll along the promenade.
The setting was romantic. A new moon, a wonderful display of stars, the sound of the waves crashing. We walked slowly, chatting about funny things that had happened in our lives and laughing a lot.
When we turned around to walk back, we held hands. It seemed perfectly natural as we carried on learning a little more about each other.
Back at the apartment, we sat together on a settee and started another glass of wine. The conversation turned more serious, and Hazel told me more about herself.
She had married young, and her husband had turned out to be a wife-beater. She divorced him after eleven years. Five years later she started a relationship with another lady. She had always had feelings for other ladies from her late teens but had never followed it through.
They set up home together, but they split up after three years. They just argued a lot and had different opinions on some elementary things.
She had just turned fifty when she met Nigel. They had married very quickly, and it was perfect for a while, and it was still a good relationship when they decided to retire to Turkey two years ago.
But it had all gone wrong since. She didn’t fancy him sexually any more, and sometimes hardly talked for weeks on end. She couldn’t explain what exactly had gone wrong, but she said it was irreparable now.
As she said that, tears started to flow, and it was only natural for me to give her a hug. I got a tissue to wipe her tears away and then hugged her close again.
But something Hazel had said while we were out walking made me cautious. She told me that she didn’t believe in casual sex and that she had to be really deeply involved before committing herself that way.
So I had decided that I would not make the first move. She looked beautiful and vulnerable at the same time, and as we hugged, the tears gradually dried up.
She started to speak, thanking me for listening and comforting her. Then she turned her head slightly and kissed me full on the lips. Then I felt her tongue trying to force its way in.
I couldn’t resist it. My lips parted and our tongues flicked around for a few seconds. I still had a tear-filled tissue in my hand, so I pulled away so that I could put it down on the coffee table.
As I leaned forward to do that, Hazel started to undo my blouse. She had got as far as two buttons down when I helped her, and in seconds the blouse was on the floor.
We went back into our tongue flicking session, but now Hazel was taking my bra strap over my shoulder and managed to get her hand on my bare boob.
It felt good, but the only response I made was to put my hand to the back of her head and push her towards me tighter.
Hazel made the next move. She stood up, took my hand and pulled me up, and then led me to a bedroom. It was her that had made all the running so I felt comfortable. And I helped her off with her t-shirt.
We stared at each other as we both took our bras off. Her boobs were just a little smaller than mine, but a beautiful shape with small but very suckable nipples.
I think we both knew that we had reached the point of no return, and we both quickly stripped completely. My God, she had a great figure. It was curvaceous, yet there wasn’t a sign of any excess anywhere.
We both complimented each other as we lay down on the double bed together. We continued with the tongue action, but now our boobs were touching each other.
Hazel was the first to go towards fingering me, but I did the same to her almost immediately. She was already really wet and there were some wonderful squelching noises as I worked my fingers inside her.
For someone who didn’t believe in casual sex, she was doing a pretty good job, and it was Hazel again who was the first to go down. She ran her tongue over my neck, down to my nipples, which she licked and sucked very briefly, then tantalisingly slowly down to my belly and finally onto my eager pussy.
I wanted to do the same to her and started to turn around. But she stopped me. She was pretty strong. And before I knew it, I was losing myself, moaning, gasping, and swearing as she brought me a great cum with her fingers and tongue.
She didn’t stop though. I wanted more, and she wanted to do it some more. Her tongue was doing some wild things to me, and she moved her fingers and thumb about incessantly, sometimes teasing my bumhole too.
Hazel brought me to a shattering climax, and she stayed down there, tasting me.
It would be her turn soon enough, but it took me a couple of minutes to recover. Then I signalled I was ready by kissing her full on the lips, and I got a little taste of my cum.
I did more or less exactly what she had done to me, running my tongue slowly down her beautiful body. I stayed longer on her nipples because they were so lovely, and they got really stiff as I licked them.
Hazel let out little gasps of pleasure as I did this, and she got noisier as I worked my way down. She had a lovely little red Brazilian, and I worked my tongue down it and then onto her pussy lips.
She felt and smelt lovely, and when I slid my fingers into her, her hips starting moving to the action. Slowly and rhythmically at first, but then powerfully and urgent. I was finding it difficult to follow her movements with my tongue, but it was certainly doing it for her. She had the noisiest cum I had heard for a long time.
We hugged each other while we got our breath back. Hazel felt so good in my arms. She had told me that she wasn’t into casual sex, yet she had made all the running to start off with. I didn’t know what to think. All I knew was that I wanted more of her.
Her phone rang, and it was her hubby telling her that my bus would be ready to leave in five minutes. I dressed as quickly as I could and did my hair quickly before Hazel ran me back to the bar as quickly as she could. Both of us were trying to look calm, but we probably didn’t achieve that.
Luckily, all the players had demolished a few drinks while playing, so we got away without anyone noticing our flushed faces. Of course, we had swapped phone numbers so that we could arrange to see each other again.
When I told Gary after we got home, he was excited, but also a little concerned, The number of friends and acquaintances that knew about of sexy lifestyle was growing, and we had to be very careful. It didn’t stop him wanting to ravish me as I told him all the details in bed. He was rampant.
The next few days before I flew off to meet Yvonne were quiet. Thank goodness. I needed a rest
But I had so much more to look forward to now. A week with the lovely Yvonne, a “gentleman’s night” where I was apparently performing with an unknown Russian lady, and I now had news that Bulent would be there as the compere again. Two new lovely ladies to increase my bi fun. Maybe Ozlem would only be once in a while, but I thought the prospects with Hazel for a regular Monday evening fling looked good.
Emre, the log man, had told Gary that he wanted to fuck me regularly, I had Muzzy, my Mafia man, wanting to take me away, Bulent and Hakan as and when the opportunities arose, and of course my lovely toyboy Ray when he found time. And Ben and Mike waiting in the wings.
Surely I was doing enough for my cuckolding Gary? He was properly going to get writer’s cramp keeping his journal up to date.