When Gary and I retired, we thought we would have to find new things to do to occupy our time. We were thinking maybe take up golf, do a bit of walking etcetera. Yet, here we were, three years into our new life abroad, and most of our time is taken up by something we had nearly forgotten all about in our working lives. Sex.
Hubby wanted to hear about all the things that were happening to me, and it certainly relit the fire for him too. He couldn’t leave me alone, and of course, it brought his cuckolding right to the fore again. He wanted me to do more and more, and I have to say, from my own personal perspective, I wanted that too.
The visits to Ray’s love nest were suddenly becoming more and more frequent, and the sessions we had together had got a lot more fulfilling. Also, I had become a submissive to a Master that I didn’t know too much about, and I had already had the pleasure of threesomes, where I had enjoyed the attentions of two men.
About two weeks after last seeing my Master, I received my next instructions. They were short and to the point, but I had to meet him at an address in Fethiye, not too far from the hotel where I had last met him.
I was to “power dress” this time. I actually liked that, because, in some of my jobs earlier in my life, I loved wearing a business suit. And I would be staying the night, so I was to bring a soap bag and something to wear the next day.
The business suit was charcoal grey, and I wore a pink blouse, with a white lacy bra and panties underneath, hold-ups, and black high heels. I felt pretty good. I had been to the hairdressers earlier, and to a beautician, where I had my nails done. So, off I went, wondering what was in store for me.
The address turned out to be my Master’s apartment, and very luxurious it was too. It seemed to me that he must be well placed financially to afford a place like that. I arrived a couple of minutes early, having been instructed not to be late. He invited me in, and I was left standing in his hallway for a while.
He returned with a camera and told me to pose while he took some pictures of me. He told me to find my way to the bedroom, and to remove my suit jacket. When he came back, it became a striptease photo session. I had to gradually remove all of my clothes, posing and pouting all the time, while he flashed away with his camera.
I was OK with all that, and he did make me feel more at ease by saying lovely things about the way I looked. When the last bit of clothing was removed, (my hold-ups), he told me to get in various positions, nearly all of them with my legs spread, while he continued snapping away.
Next, he told me to lie down on the bed. He was still fully dressed, but he undid his belt, pulled his trousers and pants down, and entered me. No foreplay at all, but fortunately I was already feeling quite wet. He was very rough, and just satisfied himself, pounding me faster and faster until he shot his load.
His belt was actually hurting me a fair bit, but I knew I was not allowed to complain. He got up afterwards, zipped up again, and disappeared out of the room, leaving me naked on the bed, his cum oozing out of me.
When he returned, he had a carrier bag with him. He pulled out some handcuffs and fixed me to the headboard behind me, arms stretched over my head. Next came a blindfold, which he fastened at the back of my head. I felt vulnerable, but also quite excited. Next, I felt his lips on my nipples, and he worked his tongue all the way down my body until he reached my pussy.
He tasted his cum there, but I was disappointed, because he stopped, and went away from the bed somewhere. He just left me lying there for what seemed like ages. I imagined he may be taking more photos of me, but I didn’t hear or see any flashes through my mask.
I heard a knock on his door. I heard the door open, but there were no words spoken. Everything was silent. I didn’t know who had come in, or even how many had come in, but I was acutely aware that whoever had come through that door would have seen me completely starkers, and vulnerable to anything.
It was so silent, and that increased my anxiety. But that eased a little when I felt a tongue on my nipples. The tongue teased me, licking and sucking. making my nipples really hard. Then, I felt the tongue slide down my torso, slowly, slowly making it’s way to my undefended pussy.
Silence still reigned, apart from breathing becoming shorter and heavier, and I could feel what felt like two fingers going up me, and a tongue teasing my clitoris, flicking it from side to side. I was pretty sure it wasn’t my Master, because the touch was lighter, and the fingering more careful.
It all stopped, and everything went completely quiet again. But I could hear what sounded like clothes being removed, and there was a definite unzipping sound.
I didn’t feel at all worried now, in fact, I was feeling randy, and ready for whatever came my way. Then I felt skin and flesh against me. Hands were getting my nipples. I could hear the short breaths coming again, and when a tongue tried to enter my mouth, I yielded straightaway, and two tongues played excitedly with each other,
Those fingers found my pussy again, but this time a little more forcefully, and the tongue came away from my mouth, and went straight down on me. The fingers were probing me even more forcibly, and my clit could take no more from this fantastic tongue, and I had a wonderful cum.
But those fingers didn’t stop there, or that tongue. I got more of the same. Oh! how I wanted my hands to be free. I could feel hot skin against me and I wanted to get to it all. My legs were pulled up off the bed, and then I had the sensual feeling of the tongue coming away from my pussy, and licking me all the way up and down the back of my leg.
Both my legs were treated this way, but when the tongue got back on my clit, I could take it no longer, and I had another great cum. As our breathing subsided and got back to normal, I was aware of my handcuffs being unlocked, first one, then the other. Now I could get to my lover and repay him.
Still blindfolded, I felt around and got hold of an arm. I sat up to pull him towards me. As our tongues met again, I pulled as hard as I could to bring him closer to me. But, what I felt against my boobs was another pair of tits. It took me at least thirty seconds to put into place what had happened. I had been brought to two orgasms by another lady.
I felt a mixture of shock, satisfaction, and excitement. Next, my blindfold was removed, and as my eyes got adjusted to the light, I had this vision of beauty in front of me. Slim, short dark hair, beautiful blue eyes, and as naked as I was. I didn’t know what to say. We both smiled at each other. She was probably a little younger than me, and still had a great figure.
The silence continued, but was broken as my Master said, “Jill, say hello to Mary.”
“Yes Master,” I replied, and then said, “Pleased to meet you, Mary.”
Then he said, “Mary, say hello to Jill.”
“Yes Master,” said Mary, who turned back to me and said, “Hi Jill.”
So, we both had the same Master. Wow!
“Jill, it’s time for you to repay Mary’s kindness now,” my Master said.
It wasn’t a request, it was an instruction. So, with no hesitation at all, I kissed Mary full on the lips, our boobs nestling against each other. Our tongues played, slowly to begin with, but then more urgently.
I pushed Mary down on the bed and ravished her. I started with her neck, then down to her boobs, and then slowly and tantalisingly down to her shaved pussy. It was very wet.
There was no doubt in my mind, I actually wanted to do this. I put two fingers up her and licked her all around. Then I found her clitoris, and I didn’t hold back. Mary was making lovely whimpering noises, and that turned me on more.
I was aware of our Master standing by the foot of the bed watching. Mary was getting close, and I got more frantic with my fingers.
She visibly shuddered as she climaxed. The fact that I had made another lady orgasm filled me with joy and excitement. It was so wonderful. It had always been something I would never do, after all, I was strictly heterosexual, wasn’t I?
It actually taught me that in the right circumstances, you can probably do things you wouldn’t dream of doing. I had overcome another hang-up and I was pretty sure even then that it wouldn’t be something I did just the once. My eyes had been opened to another way of getting pleasure.
We carried on ravishing each other hungrily for what seemed like ages. We explored each other with fingers and tongues, and I didn’t want it to stop. Our Master was standing at the end of the bed watching, and it was only on his instruction that we came to a halt.
He handed me a dildo. It was a large transparent thing with lots of moving parts and a rabbit. Mary gasped as I at first let it vibrate againgst her clit, and then slowly put it in as far at it would go. I didn’t know what all the controls did, but I used them all, and she was enjoying the many different movements.
Again, it was all stopped when our Master halted it. I had to get up out of the way and then watch as my Master entered Mary and pounded away like a mad man. Mary was well gone and he just got faster and faster, and louder and louder as he came inside her. I was very envious, but then I had received the same treatment earlier.
Our Master got up and walked away, and I joined Mary on the bed, giving her a cuddle. “Will you lick me clean please, Jill,” she asked in a whisper. So, I tasted our Master’s cum as I licked all around her pussy.
It couldn’t stop there. Our Master wasn’t in the room, and we just carried on exploring. We sat on each other’s faces, ran our tongues all over each other, and had so many cums we lost count. We fell asleep in each other’s arms, completely spent.
Where our Master had gone, we had no idea, but we awoke in the morning, and there were still just the two of us in the room.
So, we got to talk to each other for the first time, lying there naked together in the bed. Mary had known her Master for six weeks and this was her third time with him. One of the instructions she was given was not to wear any perfume or deodorant, but she hadn’t realised why.
But the most fantastic thing that I found out was that last night had been her first adventure on the bi side too! I would never have guessed that. We both had a good giggle about it. She had always been curious, whereas I had had a hang-up about it. But we both agreed that we had crossed that bridge now, and would be looking for more.
We found the bathroom and showered together. That was fun too. We loved lathering each other up. But it didn’t go any further than just a good feel of each other. We both had things to do when we got home. So we dried, dressed, and made our way out of the apartment.
Our assumption was that our Master was still asleep in another bedroom, but we didn’t try to find him, fearing that we might be in trouble if he woke him up. Mary and I swapped phone numbers and made our way home.
Seeing Gary’s face light up when I told him was no surprise. I knew that two ladies together turned him on, and the fact that his wife had now experienced it, and told him that she wanted more, completely sent him over the edge. He literally pulled me upstairs into our bedroom, more or less tore my clothes off, and we had the best sex together for years.
I had recovered by the early evening. I could have done with more of a rest, but, sod’s law, I get a message from Ray. He wanted to come round tonight, as soon as Gary was asleep. Obviously wanted that “danger” feeling again.
At about half past eleven, I messaged Ray to say he could come round. We fooled around a lot downstairs. I gave him a blow job in the conservatory first, but didn’t make him cum. He fucked me on the rug in the living room, and then, lifted me up and sat me down on the kitchen worktop.
We were both naked by now, and Ray bent down to go between my legs with his tongue. He suddenly stopped, stepped back, and looked towards the stairs. There was Gary, who had crept down a few stairs so he could have a look. We had made a few noises and he was very curious.
Ray was startled at first, thinking he was going be in serious trouble, but I stopped it all quickly. I told Ray there and then that Gary knew about everything that we got up to, and was also very pleased about it. Gary went back up to bed and Ray continued where he had left off.
But halfway through another fuck, he stopped and asked me whether I thought Gary would want to join in. We ended up, the three of us on our marital bed. It didn’t last that long, Ray fucking me from behind while Gary played with my tits, and pushed his tongue inside my open mouth.
I think the situation must have turned Ray on too. Shagging me while my hubby looked on was too much for him and he shot his load inside me very quickly. I was left to finish off a very happy Gary with a blow job while Ray watched, then Ray and I went downstairs to get our clothes.
Gary stayed upstairs, and Ray and I talked about what had just happened, and what he had found out about us. He was perfectly OK with everything. He told me he would keep renting the love nest, so that we had somewhere for sex in the daytimes, but he was also happy to spend the odd evening with both of us at our villa.
If you’ll pardon the pun, I really didn’t know how I was going to fit it all in. In the space of a few weeks, I had tried being a submissive, been subjected to bondage, explored my bi side, had threesomes both ways round, and still had my young lover to keep happy. And I have to say, I had really enjoyed all the new experiences, and wanted to do more of the same.