Hubby was over the moon when I told him all that had gone on in Cyprus. As usual, it gave him the hots for me, so my much-used body didn’t get the rest it needed straightaway.
But soon enough, he was bringing his journal up to date while I had a lovely soak in the bath. Then over a quiet drink in the garden, I tentatively mentioned relocating to Cyprus. It didn’t go down too well, as Gary had already looked into the possibility some time ago, and the property was far more expensive there. Ah! well, two or three holidays a year would have to do!
I had no immediate plans, so I thought I would reflect on things and recharge my batteries. I did manage to get a whole day to myself before things started happening.
Firstly, Adil turned up at our villa unannounced, and once more tried to get me to agree to go to Istanbul to meet the guy who wanted me to perform in porn videos.
It was very tempting—the thought of performing with professional studs. But I didn’t succumb. It’s far too dangerous.
Adil’s lovemaking is also very tempting, and I did succumb to that temptation, twice in fact.
However, Aysegul was never far from my thoughts, and after Adil left, I phoned her. She was bright and cheerful and seemed delighted to hear from me.
Ufuk, bless him, had found her an apartment, and she felt very safe there.
“Have you heard any more about arrangements for our next show?” I asked hopefully.
“No, not yet,” she replied. “But I can’t wait to be with you again Jill,” she continued.
Well, I’m free tomorrow my darling, ” I said, ” shall we meet somewhere close to you?”
So it was an early start for me the following day. I couldn’t wait to see Aysegul again, and I packed a small case just in case I would be stopping the night, put it in the boot, said my goodbyes to Gary, who was still in bed and set off on the over two-hour drive.
I drove straight to her new apartment. It was small and up on the fourth floor of an apartment block near the town centre. But it was beautifully furnished and had a good view of the amazing coastline. Ufuk had done well.
It was just after 9.30 am when I arrived, and my beautiful new lover was still wearing her night attire, a short white nightie with a sheer pink wrap. So, the view was fantastic inside as well as outside!
We chatted over a cup of coffee at her kitchen table. She asked about my time in Cyprus, and I told her everything. Not quite in as much detail as I did to hubby, but I didn’t leave anything out.
Aysegul smiled an awful lot at what I was telling her, so it seemed she wasn’t jealous. She was already aware of my lifestyle, so it shouldn’t have come as a surprise.
Then she told me that she had been having some fun herself. Ufuk had helped her out in many ways and he got his reward. She told me that the two of them were becoming an item.
I didn’t say too much. I didn’t want to disillusion her, but, of course, I knew he was married with kids. I think Aysegul probably detected something in my attitude, and she quickly changed the subject and asked how I wanted to spend the day.
I told her that I thought that we should spend the day practising for our next performance, whenever that would be.
She smiled. She knew exactly what I meant, but she asked ” Oh!, so you are still worried about taking the headscarf off without ruining your hair?”
We both laughed. She had a mischievous look in her beautiful eyes. She beckoned me to follow her and she led me to her bedroom.
Firstly, she opened her wardrobe and proudly showed me loads of new clothes that Ufuk had given her, then she took out the new “striptease outfit” that he wanted her to wear. It was still stuff that covered ladies would wear, but a little more colourful, and made from material that wouldn’t be so hot and uncomfortable. I hoped that I might be getting something similar.
I wanted Aysegul. I wanted her badly. She still had that look of vulnerability about her. I just went for it, holding her as tight as I could and planting a kiss on her lovely lips.
Thank God, she must have felt the same way and succumbed to my urgent advances, our tongues wildly playing with each other for ages as we hugged tight and then allowed each other’s hands to explore our writhing bodies.
There were no more words for ages. We came apart, stripped hastily and went straight into a sixty-nine on her bed.
She was as desperate for action as I was. We had a finger-probing, clit licking session that took us both over the edge. After we had both cum repeatedly, we went into a pussy grinding position, kneeling on the bed, our tongues tasting each other and our boobs pressing hard against each other.
It was absolute heaven and we stayed locked together like that until I could take no more, and I screamed her name as she brought me to a multi cum.
I was spent, but Aysegul wanted more, so I pulled her to the edge of the bed, spread her legs, knelt on the floor and ate her pussy as a woman possessed. Aysegul was making whimpering noises and thrusting her hips wildly. That turned me on some more, and I slipped my hands under her buttocks, easing her onto my active tongue even more.
The little finger on my right hand found her bumhole, and now it was her turn to scream my name out loud as she squirted into my mouth, soaking me with her luscious juices.
We had all day together. I took her out for some lunch and we walked hand in hand along the beach. That refreshed us both, and we returned and resumed our “practice sessions”. It was simply fantastic again, and we were lying together on the bed recovering when Ufuk and Bulent arrived, unannounced.
Pointless as it was, we both grabbed robes to cover our nudity. They smiled knowingly at each other, apologised for not warning us of their arrival, and said they hoped they weren’t interrupting anything. I explained, also with a broad grin, that we had been practising for the next show!
“Well, that’s what we have come to talk to you about,” Bulent started. “We are in the process of arranging three nights in the Ankara area, and we wanted to check the dates with you both, and make sure that you are happy to be our main attractions.”
They explained that we would have to stay in the area for nearly a week because it wasn’t worth travelling back and forth. The shows were to be on Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday nights at three different venues, so we would travel on a Monday and return the next Sunday.
Ufuk told us the dates – they were talking about the following week. Aysegul and I checked, and we were both OK with the dates.
So, they would confirm the bookings there and then, book us both into a hotel and arrange return flights.
That took them about thirty minutes, both of them using their mobiles. Then Bulent told us that they had also booked a comedian who would come on between our striptease and the gang bangs. That was good – it was such a rush last time.
“How many in each gang bang, and how close to the audience will we be?” I asked.
Ufuk said that we would still be quite close to the spectators, but that there would be five or six guards working for them, and Bulent told us that he was in charge of gang bang numbers and asked if I would be OK with twelve at each venue.
Looking straight at Aysegul I said, “that’s fine by me, but will I be getting help from my girlfriend again?”
“Of course, you will, Jill,” Aysegul confirmed before either of the men could answer. “I’m sure we will manage twelve between us,” she added with a mischievous grin.
Ufuk excused himself and went back out to his car, bringing back my striptease outfit, which was precisely the same as Aysegul’s. But with it was a wig which he explained he wanted me to wear for the strip. It was just like Aysegul’s hair – long and jet black.
Then he showed us both the headscarves we would be wearing. They were pre-shaped and fastened with velcro at the back. So they would be much easier to keep on while we took our jumpers over our heads.
Ufuk told us that the removal of the scarves at the end revealing our hair was a real winner and he said that we must continue to do that, and also that was why he wanted me to wear the wig. It had to be bunched up under the headscarf and let down as we stood there naked in front of the audience.
“Do I have to wear the wig while I’m being shagged too?” I asked.
“That’s completely up to you Jill” was the reply.
The idea of a foursome with my stunning girlfriend and two guys who I knew were very skilled in the art of lovemaking crossed my mind, but I sensed that I was not wanted there. I had got a long journey home, so I actually said my goodbyes and left very quickly.
On the way home, I convinced myself that Bulent and Ufuk had actually visited Aysegul’s apartment for a threesome with her. I was OK with it if that was the case, but a little miffed that I wasn’t asked to join in. But Aysegul and I had experienced some sensational moments to cherish, and we had a lot more to come if we were staying together in Ankara for a week.
In the eleven days before my journey to the Turkish capital, things didn’t slow down at all. Hazel ensured that my bi side was well nourished around at her place, and I had visits from Emre the log man, photographer Adil, and toy boy Ray. Plus, of course, hubby who continued being rampant after listening to me making out.
Gary had seen my new black wig and asked me to wear it so he knew what I looked like when performing my striptease. I couldn’t believe the effect it had on him. That was good because it increased my confidence for the shows which were now only a few days away.
Aysegul and I travelled together. Gary picked her up from her apartment and dropped us both at the airport for our flight to Ankara. It was a long drive for him, but I know that he was anxious to meet Aysegul. I had talked so much about her.
The cheeky swine gave her a longer cuddle than he gave me when we said our goodbyes! That gave us plenty to talk about while waiting at the airport and on the flight itself.
It was on the flight that I first felt it. Some discomfort in the pit of my stomach that wouldn’t go away, and felt really sore if I bent down. I kept it to myself, believing that some Ibrufopen would sort it out.
Apart from that, the flight was uneventful. Bulent and Ufuk had travelled up to Ankara a couple of days before and we were pleased to see them both waiting for us as we came out of the airport.
The hotel that they had booked for us was in the city centre and a typical business person’s place. Our room was pleasant enough, and with it being on the eighth floor, we had a good view of the busy metropolis. They were staying in the same hotel, and they asked us to meet them in the dining room in about two hours’ time.
Aysegul wanted to use that time for a bit more “rehearsal”, and I had to tell her about my little problem. The painkiller did work though, and I was OK by the time we met up with the guys.
Our first show was the day after next, so we had a full day to ourselves.
I had to take another painkiller in the morning, but it had worn off a little when, after lunch, we were treated to the foursome with Bulent and Ufuk which I had missed out on before.
It was everything that I had imagined it to be. After all, it was with two guys that I already knew were skilled lovers and the most attractive lady I’d ever had the pleasure of having fun with.
Edging, two-on-ones both ways around, bi-fun, bum fun, shower sex, and it went on for over two hours. It was exhilarating and exhausting.
However, towards the end, my painful problem was getting too much to bear, and I couldn’t hide the fact that I was in agony from them, shrieking in a different tone than that they were all used to, and holding my hands up so that it was obvious that I needed to stop.
After explaining it all to Bulent and Ufuk, they took me straight to the nearest hospital. It was an expensive private one, but they told me that they would deduct any expenses from my wages.
I was seen very quickly and they gave me an ultrasound inspection, and later that evening they were able to tell me that it was a hernia. It would need keyhole surgery to put it right.
A quick discussion between the doctor and Bulent followed, and it was agreed that I could have the op one week later and that in the meantime I could take very strong painkillers to make it more bearable for me.
So, the shows would go on as planned.
Whatever those painkillers were, they certainly did their job! All three shows went perfectly. Our strip at the start of each show got more and more professional and we both felt comfortable and at ease with the extra guards on duty when it came to our sex performances.
Personally, I experienced some really long and strong orgasms. I couldn’t decide whether it was just expert tongue work from some of the guys or if the pills exaggerated my pleasure. But I was very noisy, and it wasn’t the pain from my hernia making me scream.
Both Aysegul and I became better at knowing when to stop the guys so that they could all fuck both of us without the need of waiting for repetition from any of them.
The comedian didn’t seem to get much response from the audience from what we could hear in the changing rooms, but it was much better to have ample time to get ready.
At the first show, I kept my black wig on for the gang bang but reverted to my own blonde hairstyle for the other two. I don’t believe the response was any different, and I felt more comfortable being the real me.
Bulent and Ufuk were very complimentary to us both after each show, I imagine that their financial gain was pretty wonderful because the audiences were getting larger and larger.
After the third show and our last night at the hotel, Ufuk accompanied Aysegul back home and Bulent stayed with me in Ankara. Gary was concerned about my health problem, so he flew up to Ankara too, and I went into the hospital the next day for my surgery.
It all went superbly. I was discharged from the hospital the following day and told to take it easy for at least a fortnight. It was very expensive, but Gary told me that our insurance would cover at least three-quarters of the money so that the animal charities to which I donated my fees would not miss out on much.
We stayed another couple of days in Ankara. Gary and Bulent got on like a house on fire, and although I had to take things easy, I updated my hubby on how the shows had gone, and how special the whole week had been.
Over the seven days, I’d enjoyed so much pleasure. Aysegul was special to me and as well as the three times together on stage, we had explored each other’s bodies every day. Two foursomes with Bulent and Ufuk as well as one whole night with Bulent in his room, and thirty-six new cocks and tongues giving me their undivided attention.
Gary found out from talking to Bulent that he was very particular when he selected the guys who would take part in the gang bangs. Not just their looks, but he insisted that they should all be clean-shaven, showered not long before the show, and used the deodorant and aftershave that he gave to them all.
So now I could understand why the standard was so good. The fact that they nearly all smelt the same hadn’t really occurred to me, but I did know that there hadn’t been any revolting moments.
Gary asked me what the best part of the whole experience had been, and I told him truthfully that I loved performing in front of so many people and that the pleasure of being brought to cums by twelve strangers was only bettered by the ecstasy that I experienced in the full-on bi session with the lovely Aysegul, particularly with it being viewed at close quarters by so many.
Three more things that Gary told me got my mind working overtime.
“Bulent told me that this experience with your health has made him think that he may need to recruit another lady as a stand-in,” Gary informed me. “Do you think Hazel would be interested?”
“No Gary, I don’t think she would do the gang bang bit,” I told him. “But I think I know someone who would love it all – Vanessa in Cyprus.”
Then he told me that if I got so much pleasure from performing for an audience I should think more seriously about the porn movies that Adil thought he could arrange.
And finally, with a broad smile on his face, he told me that, with Turkey being such a large country geographically, Bulent and Ufuk wanted to arrange another ten shows over the next three months. “That’s another one hundred and twenty cocks, Jill,” he finished.
I said nothing. I was supposed to be convalescing. But he was right. I love being ogled when doing my stripteases, and I love being watched, the bigger the audience, the better. And porn videos would be a much bigger audience.
The thought of it all was giving me that lovely warm and damp feeling which I knew I could do nothing about for a few days. But I had to make my mind up soon.