Essex Girl

In my last story, “Encore on Barnes Common,” Rachel, my platonic friend from my schooldays, and I had moved our relationship up a level following her catching me masturbating in the office. We continued the exploration of our sexuality in the car on the way home. Lisa, my American fuck-buddy condoned this new arrangement as she too was enjoying the attentions of a much longer appendage on the other side of the Pond.

Saturday 8:10 am

I laid in bed comforting the routine morning woody, recalling the surprising events of the previous evening. I turned over and opened my laptop, but there was nothing further from Lisa. Looking at my watch and mentally calculating the time difference, I assumed that she was lying in bed in some foreign airport hotel firmly attached at the groin to her new lover. Knowing that she too was enjoying sex outside of our relationship, I found it strangely comforting and my thoughts turned to Rachel and started a leisurely wank. Wanting to retain the sexual smell of her after yesterday’s erotic events, I had not showered before retiring, hence my cock was still sticky with her emissions.

I jumped as my mobile rang next to my ear and I tried in the half-light to identify the caller. Too early for business, and unlikely to be Lisa. I wondered if it was Rachel, awake and horny too, but the screen said ‘unidentified caller’.

“Good morning Tom!”

It was Kamile, my very fuckable Turkish client Mrs Ferrer. I visualised her jet-black hair, the dark green eyes, the full red lips, that impossibly narrow waist and a slender deeply bronzed body that no man in his right mind could refuse, and probably none had. Until I came along that is with my stupid principles. But then, contradictively, I had just had sex with a married woman myself hadn’t I?

“Hello Mrs Ferrer.”

Even though it was Saturday, and I wasn’t at work, I didn’t think it politically correct to use her Christian name. But I still continued to stroke my cock as I envisaged her sweat-laden body writhing under mine. There are principles, and there are principles.

“I hope this isn’t too early for you?”

“Actually I am still in bed.” Now why the fuck did I say that? Perhaps it was my penis speaking, assisted by my free hand.

“Ooh, that’s a coincidence, so I am! Not interrupting anything I trust?”

I laughed, the thought of that delightful olive body lying naked on her bed and in conversation with me, emboldened me, “I should be so lucky!”

“I know the feeling Tom, I so hate waking up alone, don’t you?”

Despite the knowledge that it would be dangerous to get involved with this woman, I replied with my own hasty innuendo.

“Yes, it can be a hard time of the day.”

Suspecting where this conversation was heading, I wasn’t surprised at her husky response.

“And the horniest time too.”

My cock was now rock hard, and I wondered in my own horny state if those long delicate brown fingers were stroking her pussy. Was it hairy, I wondered? Did Eastern European women shave down there? In what position did they like to fuck? Were they really as dirty as rumoured?

“Definitely,” I replied, wondering what she would say if she knew my hard cock was inches from the phone. But then I suspected her wet pussy wasn’t far from hers either! I had a brief rash desire to ask her to let me hear her stroke it.

“At least the sun is shining this morning, I so enjoy it first thing,” she whispered ambiguously, “And with British weather you never know what will come up in the day ahead.”

Her seductive innuendos were making my skin prickle. I wondered if there was ever a time when she didn’t enjoy it, whatever itwas.

“Come over here and see for yourself what’s come up,” I muttered to myself.

“What did you say, Tom?”

“I said, I must see for myself and get up,” I replied, squeezing some early pre-cum from my erection and spreading it across the swollen head, wishing it was her fingers, or better still, her tongue.

“Do you, Tom?”

“Do I what?”

“Enjoy it first thing?”

“Enjoy what first thing?” I was playing along with her dangerous game.

“The day, silly, what did you think I meant?”

“Not really,” I lied, suddenly remembering Rachel’s words of caution. This woman was dangerous territory.

I pulled the phone away from my ear as she laughed out loud.

“Oh, I bet you do, I bet you are lying there wondering what I am thinking about, you all alone in your bed, me all alone in mine, my husband too far away to care about me.”

That bet wouldn’t win any prizes, I thought. My resolve once again weakening, I made one more half-hearted attempt to back off. I didn’t help by using her Christian name for the first time.

“Kamile, you’re a client of the Company I work for, a married woman, and a very beautiful sexy one at that, but we shouldn’t be talking like this.”

“Tom, you have to understand we have different values where I come from. And I totally agree with you, talking is such a poor substitute.”

For what, I didn’t need to ask, “I know, but I do have to go to work.” Shit, now I was making excuses, when I should be saying no.

“What, on your day off, Tom? There are so much more pleasant things to do on a Saturday morning.” Like fucking you I thought!

“I am meeting somebody,” I lied again, unconvincingly, “I do have other clients you know.”

I detected a faint sniffle. So, she was playing the rejection game, albeit not too convincingly. I imagined her lips pouted in disappointment. If women can fake orgasms, crying shouldn’t be any problem!

I relented, “If it’s any consolation, and seeing I will be in the office, I will see if I can amend your drawing today.”

She took the bait instantly, the sniffle mysteriously disappearing, “Oh Tom, that would be so kind of you, then you could bring it round this afternoon. And bring the bill too so I can give you a cheque. Then I would be off the books so to speak.”

Catching on instantly, I smiled to myself, this calculating female had it all planned out. By paying her bill she would no longer be an active client and my already weakening principles would lie in ashes. I wondered to myself if this was the only reason I was fending her off. I wanted more with Rachel, now we had both expressed our true feelings, but she had made it clear we could go nowhere just yet with the new level we had just created in our relationship.

Kamile Ferrer on the other hand had been flirting with me for months, but not as strongly as she was at this moment Then there was also her husband to consider, a very powerful diplomat, but he must be well aware of her errant ways. Perhaps they had an open marriage? The six inch brain currently wrapped in my fist was saying go for it, what was left of it in my head was flashing warning lights. But my cock was easily winning the battle.

“I will call you when it’s ready Kamile, I am going to football this afternoon, so I’ll drop it in on the way.” Her mansion, with a quarter mile drive in from the road and bordering Epping Forest, wasn’t really on the way, but generally in the same direction.

Her answer was predictable, and weakened my resolve further. “Oh Tom, you must stay and go through it with me, you know how useless I am with anything technical. Perhaps if you have nothing planned you could call in on your way back? I would very grateful.”

My cock twitched in my hand knowing how easily it would burst at her suggested gratefulness. If this sexy woman was craving for a fuck, then who was I to refuse? It was time to call her bluff, with an innuendo of my own.

“My evening is clear so I can spend as long with you as you want me to, to make sure you are totally satisfied.”

She returned my riposte and giggled delightfully in my ear, “Thank you Tom, I will now get up and be thinking of it all day.”

“I think of getting it up all the time,” I murmured.

“What did you say?” she whispered.

“I said, I think it’s time to get up myself.”

“Okay Tom, I will let you go. You will make it special for me won’t you?”

“The drawing of course?”

She laughed, “Of course, and don’t forget to make that shower much larger, I have been pondering over that, I think you should make it big enough for four.”

“Four? You said two yesterday. Are you trying to save water?”

My naïve question was ignored, “No Tom. Use your imagination, I will explain later if I have to.”

Before we both hung up, I swear she blew me a kiss!

My imagination was running riot. At her request I had already included a double shower room on previous drawings, but now a shower for four? All sorts of possibilities came to mind and the one I settled on as I washed in my own one-person cubicle was that she and her husband enjoyed regular guests in their bedroom. It so turned out that I was very close to the truth.

I had woken that morning intending to masturbate to the memory of Lisa’s video and of course the memory of the delightful office interlude with my best friend Rachel. The remainder of the weekend not now looking quite so bleak, I resisted the temptation to spray the shower wall with semen and towelled dry a very erect penis, wondering how grateful my Turkish client would turn out to be. What would have surprised me at that moment in time was the she wouldn’t be the married woman that I got to fuck that Saturday evening in rural Essex. A few hours later I learned to my astonishment that I had been truly set up.

After hasty bran and coffee I checked again my email and mobile, nothing from either of my two current lovers.

Saturday 10:30 Am

Being the weekend, the only other occupant of the office that morning was George, the senior architect. Conscientiously he had been working on some large hotel project for what seemed forever. There was no sign of Rachel just yet, she covered for her father if he was away, so I opened a file and got to work on the Ferrer drawing. I was halfway through enlarging the original shower design when I felt a presence behind me, followed by a hand on my shoulder, and a very different aroma from when we had both last been at my desk!

“I didn’t know you were in today, Tom.”

I grinned up at Rachel, she had a glow to her face that I had not seen in ages. An ex-girlfriend once told me that if a girl glows in the morning she is either pregnant or had mind-blowing sex the night before. I silently prayed in Rachel’s case that it applied only to the latter.

“I just remembered that Bob’s away on Monday, so I thought I would get this drawing finished.”

She peered at the screen, “Isn’t that Mrs. Ferrer’s job?”

“Yes, it’s better done now, then she is off my back.”

She laughed, “I thought that was the position she actually wanted you!”

“I have to admit she is one handful.”

She nuzzled my neck, “Mmm, and so are you Tom, in more ways than one.”

She grabbed the mouse and scrolled down.

“I thought she wanted a double shower, that one looks as though it has room for a party.”

” You could be right, she changed it this morning, she phoned me at home.”

“Ooh dodgy, I still think you should have let Daddy deal with her.”

“He already did on her last project if you remember?” I had often wondered if he had actually surrendered totally to her advances.

“Just be careful, Tom.”

“Don’t worry, I will.” I had a flash of guilt knowing I would be at her house later that day.

She looked over the desks to make sure George was busy and whispered in my ear,

“Talking of randy women, you really did it for this one last night, thank you so much.”

When she moved to kiss my ear, I turned her lips to mine, but she pulled away.

“Not here, not in the office, Tom.”

I stared at her in disbelief. Only a few hours ago, we had masturbated together on her father’s desk and then fucked our brains out standing up against my own.

I knelt down to retrieve a fallen pencil from the floor, only to be presented on the way back up with the distinct aroma of sex on the edge of my desk. I pointed it out to Rachel and she sniffed too. We laughed together when we recalled what had caused the smell. Instantly it turned us both on.

“All right then, quickly.” Her hand dived into my groin while my tongue invaded her mouth, and we snogged as long as we dared, my cock, restricted by my pants, responding to her touch. My fingers caressed the warm vee of her jeans.

“Have you cum yet today?” she whispered.

“No,” I replied truthfully, “I thought I might save it for later, just in case I got an offer.” And of course, unbeknown to her, I already had. “Why, have you?”

“Yes, in bed this morning, thinking of this lovely cock and what he did to me yesterday.”

“What about Kevin?”

“He was sound asleep, a bomb wouldn’t wake him.”

“I want to fuck you again.”

“I can see that Tom,” she grinned, squeezing my hardened cock, “But we can’t, for two reasons actually, one you already know about.”

“What’s the other?”

“I got my period. I came on an hour ago. I’ve got you to thank for that.”

“Why me?”

“It’s the first time in ages that I started a day early. I’m normally so regular. You must have stirred things up.”

“At least you can’t be pregnant.” I smiled inwardly. The knowledge that she was temporarily unfuckable made me feel less guilty about my plans for later on.

She let go of my erection and stood up, checking her lipstick in a nearby blank screen.

“That’s cooled your ardour hasn’t it!”

“Not really, I would still make love to you if you really asked.”

“But that would be dirty, Tom.”

“I know, but I would do anything for you because you are my best friend, see? And if it meant having sex with you with your period, I would do it. It wouldn’t be the first time.”

“Really?”

“It was an accident really, the girl came on while we were fucking, and we were too turned on to stop.”

“I get very horny around my period.”

I laughed, “I had noticed!”

She changed the subject. “I’m glad you came in today Tom, we need to talk.”

Where had I heard that one before? It rates up there with‘About last night.’

“What about?”

“Me and Kev, you and me.”

I moved to pull up another chair, but she put out a hand.

“Not now Tom, this isn’t the place. Perhaps we could have lunch?”

I nodded, “How about sandwiches in the park, like we used to? I know it’s cold, but at least the sun is out at last.”

“Okay, I’ll go out in a mo and get some. What time will you be finished with Her Majesty’s drawing?”

“Shouldn’t take long, half an hour?”

“Okay, coffee in the meantime?”

“Please.”

“Oh, I nearly forgot,” She delved into the depths of her bag, “You left this on your desk last night.”

It was a CD in a plain sleeve. Lisa’s graphic CD! If I was capable of blushing, I would have done so there and then! I picked it up, and as I started to put it in my briefcase I noticed that the label was hidden. I always insert my discs with the label showing through the circular perspex window. Had Rachel secretly watched it at home in her little study in the attic? I couldn’t forget last night when we were fucking, how intently she had stared at that stranger’s head buried in Lisa’s cunt.

She returned with two steaming cups of coffee.

“So, did you enjoy the show?” I pointed to the CD.

If I expected her to be embarrassed, I was disappointed. Instead she surprised me.

“It was fake, Tom.”

“What was, the video?”

“Oh no, that was real alright, very horny. Put the disk in and look at the single photo again, I will show you what I mean.”

I looked over at the far desk.

“Don’t worry about George, I just made him a cuppa, he will go outside for a smoke.”

We sat patiently while the file loaded and up came Lisa, legs agape, her pussy hidden behind the blonde head. I felt Rachel tense.

“So what’s wrong with that, Rach?”

“See that faint line around the girl’s head, see how the background changes in density?”

“Not really, but you’re the graphic artist around here. What am I supposed to be looking at?”

“That girl is superimposed, Tom, she wasn’t there when that photo was taken.”

I looked at the screen in amazement and suddenly I realised I had seen that picture before. I had taken it, in a hotel room at Heathrow a few weeks ago on one of Lisa’s brief stopovers. I recalled the urgent sex that followed.

The fact that Lisa had faked a bisexual encounter stunned me for a moment, “But why would she do that, and come to think of it how could she have done it?”

“Easily, with the right equipment. If I had a picture of the back of your head I could have put you there instead. But then you have already been there anyway,” she laughed. “And, as for the why, I guess she wanted to titivate you and show you how much she wants to go with a woman.”

I had a thought, “So you watched this last night? And the video?”

She grinned, “I might have.”

“And how many times would that might have been?” I teased.

“Enough!”

I pressed further, “But it turned you on?”

“Tom, I find the female form very sexy, if anything, more so than the man, and Lisa is an incredibly sexy woman and I think she is lovely, and when I am ready I think I would like to be the girl in that picture, fake or not fake.”

My cock leapt with joy and I took her hand, “So you do fancy her then? I know for a fact that she would jump at the chance of going to bed with you.”

“Really? You’re joking? I don’t know, Tom. For God’s sake, I have only just discovered the true you, and I like what I’ve found! And if you are trying to play cupid, forget it, let me play it my way, whatever the hell that is!”

At this point George returned from his nicotine hit and I killed the picture.

“Hello you two lovebirds,” he wheezed, passing by my desk.

“Piss off George,” rallied Rachel, “We are just friends.”

He wandered back to his desk muttering something about it being important for every person to have a secret lover. For once I agreed with him. Two is even better!

Rachel got up, “I’ll go get those sandwiches Tom, egg and tomato okay for you?”

“Yes please, and some crisps, Marmite ones if they have any.”

I returned to the enlargement of Kamile’s shower, wondering which three other people she intended to populate it with. My cock twitched with the thought that maybe one of them might turn out to be me. As requested, I had already altered the boundary wall on the patio to improve the privacy of her nude sunbathing, and saved the drawing to the hard disk.

By twelve I had finished the alterations and printed off several copies of the A1 drawings. Rachel arrived back as I was rolling them up and placing them in a protective tube.

“Rach, can you do me a favour and print a copy of Mrs Ferrer’s account? Then I can attach it to the drawings.”

“Why, is she picking them up today?”

I avoided her glance, “I thought I might drop them off on the way to football, save her coming in the office and being a nuisance.”

“Tom,” she uttered in a disapproving voice, “Please be careful, screw who you like, but please make sure it doesn’t get Daddy involved.”

“I didn’t know he’s into threesomes?” I joked.

She sighed impatiently, “Be serious for a moment. You know what I mean, it could come back on the business, even affecting the merger.”

“Okay, okay,” I held my hands up in the air, “I promise to be careful.” I made a mental note to check my supply of condoms.

We found a sheltered corner of the small park, catching a small pocket of the low sun. Rachel had the good sense to bring an office towel to dry the seat.

As we munched on our sandwiches we casually touched each other on the thigh, reminding us of our contact a few hours ago. I raised my eyes in question, intuitively I expected the clichéd remark.

“About last night Tom.”

I laughed. “Great film. Demi Moore if I remember rightly?”

She gripped my hand, “Be serious Tom, this is about us.”

“Go on then, I guess this is about Kevin too?”

“Yes it is. It has to be, he is still my husband, even if it’s in name only.”

I sighed.

“He got home just as you were driving away last night and demanded to know where I’d been.”

“That was a near thing. Hope he didn’t get too close, we were both smelling a bit sexy when I dropped you off.”

She smiled in resignation. “Tom, he wouldn’t know that smell if it was poured over his head. Besides, he reeked of it himself.”

“So what did you say?”

“I told him the truth!”

“Fuck! Are you mad?’

“Don’t be silly, I didn’t tell him about us, I told him that I had some important drawings to get finished for an important client, which was true. I don’t like to lie, Tom, not even to him.”

I sighed with relief, Kevin was a good three stone heavier than me!

She continued, “But I expect him to be honest with me too, so I went for the jugular and asked him who he had been fucking last night.”

“Just like that?”

“Yep, you know me, Tom, I don’t mince words.”

“Good girl!”

“I asked him what right he had to question me after coming home from screwing his slutty barmaid. I caught him off guard so he couldn’t deny it, and when he backed down I told him I knew it had been going on for months.”

“What did he do?”

“He stormed out of the room, mumbling something about a man’s right to get sex if he wasn’t getting it at home, and I shouted back that the same worked for me. He stopped in his tracks and asked me what I meant, so I completely lost it and told him I had just been with someone myself.”

“Fuck, I hope you didn’t mention me?”

“No way, that would blow the merger apart. He just slammed the door and went to bed, I slept in the spare room, it wouldn’t be the first time.”

“So where do we go from here?”

“Nowhere Tom, and you know the reasons why. This morning, I was expecting the worst but he spoke to me briefly before he went to the gym and suggested we sit down tonight and work a way out of this, that’s all.”

“Want any ideas from me?”

She laughed, “And what could you suggest that doesn’t involve sex?”

“I can’t think of anything,” I grinned, “Perhaps we should run away together, fuck them all!”

“I wish it was that simple, Tom. Don’t get me wrong, if I had my way I would move in with you right now, but it doesn’t work like that.” She looked at her watch, “I must go, I have some shopping to do, and you don’t want to miss your match.”

I gave her a sly look, “Both unimportant really. We could just go back to the office, George will have gone home by now.”

“I know what you’re thinking, Tom, and I am so bloody tempted to give you that blow job I owe you. But next time we make love, and there will be a next time I promise, I want it to be in a nice big bed with a lovely en-suite shower to wash each other down afterwards.”

The mention of a shower turned my attention to Kamile, and I used the one last sensible crumb remaining in my brain to find an excuse not to visit the Turkish woman. I grabbed Rachel’s hand, pressing it into my groin.

“Rach, feel how much I want you, remember how good last night was? Lets go somewhere quiet and you can give me that blow-job. You said you want to do it in a nice big bed, there’s a hotel just over there, look.”

She withdrew her hand. “Tom, there is nothing I would like more than to suck you off right now, but I promised myself we would wait. Just pretend last night was a one-night-stand and that’s it for the time being, okay?”

“In which case it goes down as the best one-night-stand ever, and I’ve had a few of those.”

She grinned and we kissed softly, “Me too, Tom.”

Our kiss developed into a heavy snog and as my hands wandered to her breasts she groaned into my mouth and I felt her weaken with the stiffening of my cock in her hand. But, resolution in her face, she pushed me away. “Bloody hell Tom, why couldn’t this have happened before I met Kev?”

“Because you had to go fuck the bad guy before going with the good guy, that’s why!” I joked.

We gathered up the wrappers and set off hand-in-hand down the park. Back at the office I collected the drawings, with an odd glare from Rachel. I made one final attempt, we were both standing at my desk, each acutely aware of the last time we stood there.

“I don’t have to go to the football Rach, the Hammers will probably lose again anyway, let’s just stay here and have some fun, like yesterday.”

She hesitated, clearly trembling with indecision.

“No Tom, apart from anything else, Daddy is due back this afternoon, if he came in here now we could both lose our jobs.”

We hugged briefly and went our separate ways, promising to touch base after her showdown with her husband.

Saturday 5:40 pm

The match was an exciting one, West Ham played a rare attacking game and won three nil. Anxious to avoid another threatening rainstorm and with the result beyond question, I left the ground a little early. During the match Kamile had texted me.

‘Tom, the electric gates are broken again, I am afraid you will have to walk and it’s starting to rain, you better bring some protection.”

You’re damn right I thought, fingering the outline of the condoms in my pocket. I also had an equally long walk from the football ground to my car, which I had parked in a previous client’s driveway.

It was dark by the time I reached the huge mansion that the Ferrer family had built backing on the golf course at Chigwell. As I plodded through the rain up the long private drive I tried to envisage what Kamile would be wearing, my mind finally settling on a sheer black negligee. And of course she would be in bare feet.

Instead, as the huge oak door opened, I got my second surprise of the weekend. No negligee, no Turkish beauty. Bare feet, yes. And above those, well tanned legs and a lithe body in a very well filled skimpy bikini, a body I hadn’t seen since just after my sixteenth birthday. It never crossed my mind to ask why my first ever girlfriend was dressed like this in late November!

Totally astonished, I stuttered a weak hello.

“Hi, Tom. You look well.”

“Carol, what the hell are you doing here?”

The thirty year old that had taken my virginity some twelve years ago welcomed me with a huge grin and a peck on each cheek. “Hi Tom,” she repeated, “It’s been a long time. And you’re early, we didn’t expect you for another half-hour.”

Before I could stutter a response, Kamile drifted from around a corner, regrettably not in that negligee, but the tightest of sheer cotton slacks and a clingy t-shirt, all in her favourite colour of deep purple. I recollect once asking her if she was influenced by the famous rock group.

She smiled sweetly, putting out her hand, which I kissed formally. She smelt faintly of oranges. “I believe you know my sister-in-law?”

So that was it! I knew Carol had married into a Turkish family, but wasn’t aware that it was this one!

Out of courtesy, I remembered to remove my shoes, and without warning found myself in a hug with Carol, her near naked body pressed tightly to my wet clothing. Kamile smiled and discreetly removed from my one free hand the tube containing her drawings.

Whereas Carol was clearly delighted to see me after all these years, my outrageously sexy client appeared to be ultra cool, completely in contrast to our conversation earlier that morning. While I was a little mystified, I already had the distinct impression that I had been set up. Not that I was objecting, after Carol and I had split up following her failed pregnancy, I had spent many a night masturbating to the memory of our first time together. The night I lost my cherry.

Kamile looked on as my old school friend plastered my neck with kisses, “Tom, can I leave you in the safe hands of Carol? She will show you around, I have someone with me at the moment, we can go through your drawings later.” Without a further glance she disappeared off into the depths of the building. I watched her departure over Carol’s shoulder.

“Tom, I was having a drink by the pool, would you like to join me?” She took me firmly by the hand, seemingly offering me little choice.

The enormous pool room was almost as hot as a suana, and just as steamy, and while Carol was at the bar pouring two beers, I studied her figure. Twelve years ago all I was interested in were her tits and pussy and how readily she had made them available to me, but now her whole body was a sight for sore eyes. Skinny before, she now sported child-bearing hips and a small tight belly. Her blonde purple-streaked hair, previously short, was bundled into a huge ponytail pinned on top of her head, no doubt to avoid getting wet.

Her legs were silk smooth and muscular, not how I remembered them, then they were spindly. She clearly she worked out. Her ass, blatantly on show for my benefit I was sure, was sheer delight, the round tanned cheeks separated by the merest sliver of yellow material, the swelling of her pussy mound very evident when she bent low to discard the two bottles. When she returned to the table her nipples were clearly prominent in her top, I wondered if she was as excited at our reunion as I was myself. With the memory of our first sexual encounter constantly on my mind I knew there was no way I could avoid an erection, and as soon as she spoke I knew it would start to happen.

“See anything you like Tom?”

I continued staring at her ample tits as she sat down opposite me, “I like everything I see Carol. I did the first time, if you remember?”

“I bet you don’t remember how I was dressed the last time we said goodbye?” She grinned, obviously playing a little game.

As I took a deep swig of my beer I cast my mind back. The vivid occasion came to me very quickly, “Oh God!”

She laughed, “You remember, then?”

“How could I forget? I wonder where we would be now if that hadn’t happened?”

Up until that embarrassing moment, we had been lovers for about two months, she eighteen, me two years younger and, thanks to her, no longer a shy virgin. We had been on a local beach with our respective parents and Carol and I had sneaked off for some private time on our own. Carol’s bikini briefs pulled to one side, myself hugely erect inside her, her father had caught us having sex in the tiny beach hut, and that became the end of our brief fiery relationship.

“I don’t know Tom, but it was fun while it lasted.”

Over the top of my glass my eyes continued to focus on her marvelous breasts, remembering how dark her nipples were and the last time I sucked them, turning them into little acorns.

She followed my stare and laughed, “My face is up here Tom!” My eyes lifted to hers as she asked, “Penny for your thoughts?”

“I was thinking of a certain tent in Devon.”

She grinned and looked down at my groin, “My mind is on another tent, much closer to home!”

I followed her gaze, my erection had become rather obvious. I had worn boxers to allow my cock some freedom with the intention of titilating a certain other female. I had come dressed for sex, but not with the woman who was now coming strongly on to me.

Carol leaned forward, and for one mad moment I thought she was going to grab my cock, but instead she placed her hand on mine, “I often think of that too, you weren’t my first Tom, but you were always the best, even up until now.”

I laughed, enjoying the physical contact, “You must have had some crap lovers since me then.”

“Don’t put yourself down Tom, I know you were only sixteen and that I was your first ever fuck, but you tried so hard to do everything right, and you succeeded too. No man has ever pleased me the way you did.”

She stroked my fingers softly with her own and I swear her nipples were hardening in that skimpy top. I was of course by now fully hard, and she knew it. I was getting a good indication of where this was leading, hopefully a bedroom somewhere. For a brief moment I wondered if Kamile had planned a tryst between the three of us and would suddenly appear, naked and ready, but in reality I knew she had set up Carol and I to be together, just the two of us. My thoughts also went out to Rachel and I smiled to myself knowing I really was observing her warning and not getting involved with my lecherous client!

I was also aware that I was sweating heavily and I was certain it wasn’t just the heat. I loosened a couple of buttons on my shirt, and Carol grinned.

“Why don’t you take it off, Tom? You look so uncomfortable.”

I did so, with difficulty, it had stuck to my back and I was reluctant to stand up with such an obvious erection. When she gasped I thought for a moment she had spotted it, “Wow Tom, you have grown into a big boy now.” But she was admiring my chest. “So fit, too.”

Then she did something which did nothing to help the ache down below, she leaned forward and traced her finger down through the sweat on my chest and, staring intently into me eyes, put her finger to her lips. I couldn’t resist a groan.

“Mmm, I do so love the taste of a man.”

Meeting her wanton stare with my own I replied, “Yes, I seem to remember.”

It was as clear as if it was the present day, that afternoon in the woods outside the campsite. I had shot a huge load of sperm violently in her mouth, the very first girl ever to let me do that. And she had stared at me then the same way as she was now, her eyes full of lust, and had visibly gulped, swallowing all of my cum. I considered that a repeat performance might be on the menu. She picked up on my thoughts, “Those were tasty days, Tom.”

Suddenly she stood up, “Come on, let’s have a swim.” And, adjusting her ponytail, she slithered like a long brown fish into the inviting water.

She turned, only her head above water, “Come on Tom, it’s lovely and warm, better than that last time.”

God, she remembered that too! The little lake we had discovered in the middle of the woods. We had fooled around naked in the cold clear water and then, shivering, made love on the grassy verge. Did she have this in mind too? Sex on the edge of the pool? And where was Kamile? Suddenly I didn’t want her to return, now that I was certain I was going to have sex with my old school friend. Knowing that I had come to this house to fuck one woman and instead I was going to screw another, I finally removed all modesty and, after I removed my jeans, I plunged into the pool, my cock still at full mast, tenting forward inside my loose boxers.

“Silly boy, you should have taken them off, they aren’t really hiding anything. Now you will have to go home commando!”

We swam some lengths slowly in silence, the sexual tension growing between us, gradually getting closer at each passing.

Carol had deposited our drinks at the shallow end and, as we stood with water up to our waists, I sipped gratefully at the cold amber liquid, and enquired tactfully about her husband, and where he featured in her lifestyle.

She snorted exaggeratedly, “What husband? I never see him, he’s always abroad somewhere, wheeling and dealing. The only time Salik shows up is when he wants to breed another child, or bring another woman into our bed.” She laughed, “Not that I object, they are usually gorge!”

If Carol expected me to be surprised at her lifestyle, she would be disappointed, it was publicly known at school that her first ever lover had been another girl.

“Do you get to meet any of them on your own?”

She grinned over her glass, “Oh yes. In fact I have recently dating someone you used to know at school. And no, I am not telling you!” she quickly added. I would have been shocked if she had disclosed her name!

“So where is Salik now?” I queried, hoping it was any country except this one.

“Relax, Tom. He phoned me from Istanbul this morning. Not that I miss him, the last time we had sex was when I got pregnant with my youngest, and I certainly don’t really love him anymore, not in that way.”

I steered the conversation towards its inevitable destination, “So what do you do for sex then, Carol? I could never see you being the celibate type.”

“Thank you for your belief in the sanctity of my marriage,” she replied mockingly, ” I happen to have a regular girl friend if you must know. An Indian girl, known her from schooldays.”

“Not Narita? Narita Patel?” There were very few Asian girls at our school.

She looked at me, a little surprised, “You knew her?”

I nodded, “We were an item for a few months, until her mother found out.”

She laughed, “Were there any girls in our school you didn’t fuck, Tom?”

“Probably, but it wasn’t for lack of trying! You were to blame for getting me going! But what about you?”

“Oddly enough, Narita Saunders, as she is know, was my only girlfriend until I got to uni.”

I was more interested in seeing how much she still adored the cock, particularly mine which, at this moment in time, had found the gap in my boxers and was fully on view below the surface.

“So why do you stay with your husband?”

She waved her hands in the air, “All this Tom, I would seriously miss the lifestyle, I know it sounds terribly worldly but that’s the way I am, and I’m happy. And Kamile is in the same boat with her husband Jamal. Besides being my sister-in-law she is my very best friend, even lover sometimes, but don’t tell her I told you. I would lose her too, that’s what this family is like. We all fuck whoever we fancy but stick together as a unit, and God help any outsider that interferes.”

“Where are you living now? Obviously not here, or I would have seen you before when I measured up, and surely Kamile would have said something?”

“Everywhere darling, Salik has houses I haven’t even seen yet, Paris, New York, a huge apartment in Nice, and of course our home in Ankara. That’s where our kids are, with their nanny. When I come to London for shopping I stay here with Kamile.”

“How many kids do you have?”

“Three now, Monika 6, Raafa 4 and Aylia 3. I get horny so easily Tom, I only have to look at a pair of trousers and I’m up the duff.”

“In which case,” I grinned, pointing into the water, “You are safe with me, no trousers!”

She laughed, her eyes peering through the water at the faint outline of my erection.

“Remember the panic when you got me pregnant?”

“I do, I was shit scared at the time.”

“You weren’t the only one, my dad would have killed me if he knew.”

“And me too!”

She looked at me in deep thought, obviously recalling the accident on her bike and losing the baby before anyone knew she was knocked up.

“You know what?”

“What?”

“I wonder where you and I would be know if I’d had that baby?”

“I don’t know Carol, but I am sure I would have stood by you and married you.”

“What, at your age? You’re joking!”

“Not at all, I was in love with you then.”

“You were in love with sex!”

“Okay, perhaps I was, but I seem to remember sex with you was really special.”

She shrugged her shoulders, “I guess you’re right, kids in Turkey get married younger than that! Sometimes I wish I did have that baby of yours rather than Salik’s.”

“Really? Why?”

“Because I too sensed that you really did love me when you had sex with me, it’s never been like that with him. For Salik, fucking his wife is for procreation, he prefers to enjoy his sex with his mistresses.”

“Yes, you could have misread me at the time, I was in love with anything that had tits and a pussy! Sex at that age was just a novelty, and most girls seem to agreed with it. I fell in love with fucking.”

“Don’t put yourself down Tom.” Up until now her hand had been stroking my chest and teasing my nipples. Now at last she moved it into my groin, gripping my throbbing erection.

“Oooh, he feels just as thick as I remember. When you first put this lovely cock in me I felt your love, you can’t get away from that.”

I laughed, “Actually you felt my spunk, and that’s what got you pregnant. Remember? We knew it was a result of that very first time.”

“I know, and I had been so very careful up ’til then. I was so fucking horny that night, and seeing my sister at it with that coach driver just tipped the scales. I had to have you, there and then, virgin or no virgin.”

I looked around to check we weren’t being observed and placed my hand on her bikini top, the outline of her excited nipple hard against my palm. Her hand was working furiously underwater on my prick.

“Carol, are you sure about this? What about your husband?”

She leaned forward and pressed her lips to mine, and then hissed against my mouth, “Fuck my husband.”

I teased her mouth with my tongue and her lips opened instantly as I breathed back at her, “No thanks, I would much rather fuck you.”

“Good darling, that’s exactly I have in mind.” Reverently, I eased an ample tit from its yellow covering, the engorged nipple demanding attention. She looked down and smiled at the intimate contact.

“Do you know you are the first man who has touched my tits in ages?”

“What about elsewhere?”

“Try me,” she grinned up into my face and, accepting the invitation, I slid my hand into her pants. Carol sighed as my fingers parted her lips, searching for the wet warmth of her cunt.

I whispered as though the world were listening in, “I’ll let you into a secret. After we broke up I used to lie awake at night thinking about you.”

“Wanking I assume, or when you were fucking another girl?”

I laughed, “Both occasions!”

“I used to do the same, Tom. You weren’t the only one who missed what we started together.”

I stared at her pensively, all the time clinging on to one very happy nipple and a soaking wet pussy. We had to fuck soon. Little Tom, gripped firmly in her little hand, was demanding it.

“Do you realise that if your Dad hadn’t caught us shagging, our relationship would have continued much longer?”

“I thought the same Tom, but you went cold on me, I assumed it was because of my Dad, and you were shit scared he would tell your parents. As it happened I defied them and continued sleeping with boys, so it didn’t really matter.”

“Yes, but not sixteen year olds! Anyway I thought you were angry with me for being careless and not wearing a condom. Fuck, I was hardly old enough to know what they were!”

“Don’t be silly Tom, if you must know, I had lots of sex before you without condoms, provided the boys pulled out before cumming. Later on, when I was with another boy I used to pretend it was your cock inside me, he had a fat one just like this nice thing here.” She stroked a little harder.

Coquettishly she rapidly blinked her eyes at me, “And now here we are again, one hard cock, one extremely wet pussy, just like our first time. What are we going to do about it?”

“But this time you have a husband.”

“Tom, you should understand that Turks have a different view of marriage, I know Salik has girl friends all over the bloody planet. I accepted that situation when we got married, I was just glad of the security and the trappings that go with it. Kamile is the same you know, she’s not so innocent as she looks, she has her toy-boy with her right now.”

After little under an hour in this house, Carol’s revelation failed to surprise me.

“What about your views then?”

“Sex you mean?”

I nodded.

“I have slept with a few people I must admit, mostly more women than men, Salik prefers it that way, and when I think about it I guess I do too. Less complicated, less marriages to fuck up.” Then she stared meaningfully into my eyes, “But you’re not married, and it’s ages since I had some cock.”

With that statement I had no doubt now she now wanted me in that elite club, the only question being when and where. I wondered what Kamile’s reaction would be if she caught us copulating in her pool. Then somehow I knew from what Carol had just said, apart from being occupied with some young cock herself, she had seen it all before.

As if reading my thoughts Carol asked me to kiss her and, as we lustily snogged, I forced more fingers into the slippery cavity of her pussy, twelve years ago the very first one to capture my eager teenage cock. She now had two hands working on my stiff prick.

Suddenly I heard a noise from the far side of the room, and pushed her away, only to realise it was the pump kicking in.

“What’s wrong Tom? Don’t you want you to fuck me?”

“Of course I do Carol, if you must know I want to fuck the ass off you, but I am still a bit confused, I got the hint earlier today that Kamile was after me for the very same thing.”

“Really?” Carol gave me a winsome look, pulling me back against her naked breast, my cock prodding underwater at her belly. “Wherever did you get that strange idea?”

“She phoned me this morning from her bed, sounding very horny and virtually suggested I come over and have sex with her, but she was totally cool with me just now. So what’s going on?”

Carol placed her hand under my trembling balls and stroked them gently, “Do you want to fuck her instead of me? I could ask her if you like but I think she might refuse because she has stiff company of her own at the moment, probably inside her!” She squeezed hard on my cock as if to prove the point.

Suddenly it all became crystal clear, I really had been set up. Carol had requested this meeting, Kamile had no intention of having sex with me. Not that I was complaining, my fingers being where they were, pleasantly moist and surrounded by hot slithery wet pussy flesh. She was grinning from ear to ear.

“You know about that conversation didn’t you?”

She nodded, grinning slyly. “Of course I do, I was in bed with her at the time. We had just had sex ourselves.”

“How much did you hear?”

She nodded sheepishly, still gripping my cock. It was telling me it needed to be where my fingers were, and soon. “All of it Tom, we were listening to you ear to ear, knowing we were getting you all horny.”

“You were,” I laughed, “I was hard as nails! She did all that on the phone to get me here with you, didn’t she?”

She nodded, “Pretty close Tom. Actually I asked her to do it.”

“But how did you know that I knew her?”

“Ever since we first slept together, Tom, I have thought continuously about you, especially on lonely nights, then I saw your name on Kamile’s drawings, and I knew after all this time I had to have you. I want you to fuck me, Tom. Got the message yet?”

Carol was stooping slightly in the water, rubbing my cock across the folds of her pussy, but as much as I wanted entry, I still needed some answers.

“How do you know I don’t have a partner?”

“We Turkish families have ears everywhere Tom, I do know you got divorced last year and I was tempted to call you then, but I knew you had a thing going with some air hostess.”

“Stewardess,” I corrected her.

“Whatever. Then I heard you were seeing less of her, so I thought you might appreciate a little old déjà vu.”

So she didn’t know about Rachel, I guess the gossip line wasn’t quite slick enough for that one. With sex on the brain, how wrong one can be!

As we kissed again and she tried to ease my cock into her eager cunt, I marveled at the irony of the situation, in less than a day two girls from my past, one a previous lover, the other not, both wanting a quick shag. And both married!

I brought my pussy-juice laden fingers to my lips and tasted her desire.

“Where can we go Carol? This is too public.”

“Why Tom? I thought you would be over the shy thing. I’ve done it in here before, over there actually, on one of those chairs.”

At that moment we heard a loud moan from a distant room above.

“What was that?” I asked, although convinced the sound was an orgasmic one.

Carol laughed, “That will be Kamile, sounds as though her young boy has a good tongue. I love to watch her with them, once I got to join in.”

“In that case, why not invite them down here? We can join in the fun.”

“Actually she suggested that, but for the moment I want you all to myself. So come on Tom, let’s find somewhere we can shag.”

She took my hand as we climbed half naked out of the pool and, grabbing some towels, led me off through a doorway into a corridor I had never seen before.

“Where are we going?” We were drying ourselves off as we walked, and in the process had removed our remaining clothing. Both the passage and the rooms we passed through were all decorated in 1800’s Moroccan style. I never knew this part of the building existed, which showed how vast this emporium truly was.

Carol opened a door off to the right, “Here we are. This is the guest suite, Tom. If any of the family want to host someone for some a very discreet meeting, this is where we go.”

We entered the largest bedroom I had ever seen, larger even than the plans I had seen of Kamile’s own huge suite, and the centre-piece was a bed of proportionate size. I suggested it would easily hold an orgy for twenty people with space to spare.

“Oh it already has, Tom, but I don’t remember seeing any space between the bodies!”

We stood naked together, each hesitant in that brief exquisite moment before our bodies would become one, thrusting together in aggressive lust, the outside world oblivious to our desire to consume each other in unmitigating passion.

We fell back together on the gigantic bed, laughing, touching, kissing, her hand gripping my cock, my own fingers once again exploring the depths of her pussy, just as we had all those years ago. Then, in that tent, it was simple single-minded fornication, two innocent teenagers banging away, learning how to assuage their sexual needs, without any care in the world. Tonight we were about to have secret sex, I was about to fuck a married woman that I had once made pregnant, and only 24 hours after my best friend had declared her love for me with her own body. Those thoughts were rapidly lost to me as we selfishly started to feast on each other’s willing body, my lips wrapped around an enlarged nipple, her hand trying to draw my cock between the lips of her very available cunt.

“Please fuck me Tom, I have waited years for this. Pretend we are back in that tent.”

“Not just yet, I have something else to do first.” Forcefully, I pushed her back on the bed and lifted her thighs in the air, exposing her glistening sex in its full glory.

“Mmm, a dominant Tom, this is new.”

I was thrilled to see she was only partly shaven, her lips protruding through some golden curls. I could see the moisture of her arousal and I could smell it too. The woman was totally on heat and wanted cock. My cock. But first I wanted the pleasure of tasting her. I know a lot of men lick their women purely out of duty to give them pleasure, but I also get off on that delectable taste of pussy, and each and every one is different. Carol’s was no exception as in one movement I grabbed a breast and slid my tongue as deep as possible straight in to her delectable soaking slit of love.

Shit!” she gasped, heaving her hips upward as if to make me go in deeper. Inside she was silky smooth and of course extremely wet, her love juices seeping out on to my caressing lips. As I rapidly tongue fucked her, my nose came into contact with her clitoris, making her jump. I was astonished when she told me that was ready to cum.

“You horny bitch,” I muttered.

“Tom, I’ve been touching myself all day waiting for you, and Kamile had started me off earlier.”

That vision energised me even more and I attacked her pussy with tongue and fingers. Knowing she was married to a Turk I assumed she would be accustomed to a finger in her ass, so I inserted one just as she started to shake.

“Fuuuuck,” she screamed as her orgasm wracked her body. I had to hold her down to maintain mouth to pussy contact, my tongue continuing to enjoy servicing her clit, until she eventually cried out for me to stop.

I moved up her body, my mouth glistening with her cum and I pressed my lips to hers. Her tongue shot out, savouring her own flavour.

“You like the taste of your pussy then, Carol?”

“Mmm, I taste her all the time, it turns me on.”

“Other pussies too? Like Kamile’s?”

“Of course, Tom, what else is there for a lonely married women to do? Apart from tasting cocks of course. And talking of cocks,” She reached down for my throbbing erection which had been secreting juices onto the bed cover, “When are you going to put yours in me then?”

Grinning, I eased forward on to my knees, my cock at the ready, her pussy inflamed and waiting. Suddenly the memory of the last pussy to encompass my cock flashed before my eyes, Rachel impaling herself on me in my car, and I suddenly realised that I was again unprotected.

“Fuck!” I groaned.

Carol grinned at me over her heaving breasts, “Yes please darling.”

“No, I didn’t mean that, I left the condoms in my pants, by the pool.”

She sighed and muttered something incomprehensible and, turning on her side, opened a bedside cupboard. Inside on three shelves, was a huge array of sex toys of all shapes and sizes and enough boxes of condoms to run an Amsterdam brothel for a year!

“It doesn’t look as though I was joking about the orgies,” I laughed, as she grabbed a foil packet and held it up to the light.

“What flavour do you prefer, Tom?”

I laughed as I rubbed my throbbing erection up and down her wet slit, “I don’t care, I shan’t be tasting it!”

I reached out for the packet but she retracted her arm and looked at me pensively.

“Who have you shagged recently?”

I realised where she was coming from but still asked the question, “Why do you ask?”

“I hate these fucking things, I like the feel of a real cock in me, not some bloody rubber. I do get the tests done regularly, and so does Salik. And anyway, he hasn’t fucked me in ages!”

Realising she was serious about going bareback, I excitedly counted off my recent sexual encounters, “Since my ex-wife, a randy one-night stand in Paris, protected of course, and Lisa who always has safe sex when she’s away, that’s all.” No way was I going to mention last night’s events, and anyway I was certain Rachel was clean.

She threw the packet on the floor, “Good. Will you now please fuck me? Just like you did in that tent, with that nice fat cock?”

Tempted that I was to experience that delicious feel of flesh against flesh, I was still uncertain about Carol. If she was capable of taking a risk all those years ago in that tent, she could well be horny enough to do so now. I climbed off the bed to retrieve the condom and sat on the carpet, my cock pointing to the ceiling, and tore open the foil.

“God, that’s a sight for sore eyes,” groaned Carol, her eyes glued to my cock, and leapt off the bed and joined me on the floor. Before I could install the rubber, she impaled herself on me, kissing me hungrily as she slid sweetly down my pole. “Now fuck me you delicious bastard, fuck me hard.”

I sighed, so much for caution. In that position she would be the one to do the fucking, and she did so, with abandon, bouncing eagerly up and down on me, achieving maximum penetration, just as she had done in that tent all those years ago. All thoughts of safe sex had gone clean out the window.

But I was no longer sixteen, I was now a 28 year-old red bloodied male and wanted to fuck this bitch, hard. I pushed her off me, rolled her on to her back, lifted her legs onto my shoulders, pressed her arms over her head, and plunged back into her. She groaned at my sudden dominant invasion of her cunt as we humped violently together, both seeking urgent release, and it didn’t take long to achieve.

With the day-long expectancy of fucking my Turkish client, I was the first to cum and blasted my spunk deep inside her sister-in-law with all the force I could acquire. Realising she was close herself, I withdrew my cock and rubbed the spunky head on her clit, ramming first one finger, then two, none too gently into her asshole, making her scream again. I wondered if she would be heard in this great house and then grinned when I assumed that the sound would have been expected rather than frowned upon.

As we lay panting heavily, the sweat rolling off us, we sat up and leaned against the side of the enormous bed.

Carol gasped, “Fuck that was good. You really have grown into a man, Tom.”

“God, what do you expect? I was only sixteen the last time, and you weren’t that much older yourself.”

“I know that, Tom, but when you have been with a guy for the first time you sort of paint a mental picture of him. Your were a wimp then, admittedly a wimp with a fat cock, and I wasn’t really interested in the wimp bit.”

“Well, I hope you appreciate the transformation!”

She looked over her shoulder and laughed, “The biggest bed in London and we had sex on the fucking floor!”

“I was just being considerate to the maid,” I joked, realising I was still clutching the redundant condom.

“Fuck the maid,” she replied, and then grinned, “Come to think of it, I already have!”

“Carol, you are incorrigible.”

“If that’s a compliment, then thank you, kind sir.”

She then did something which drives me nuts, in a nice way.

She leaned over the bed the retrieve the condom box, presenting from the rear some very spunky pussy lips, and my cock immediately ceased its decent towards slackness. As if expecting my reaction to this erotic display, she didn’t change position, and I moved in and grabbed her ass.

She groaned, “Oh yes, Tom, do me in there.”

For an instant I wondered if she was expecting me to enter her asshole but, although still excited, my cock was not yet quite hard enough for that, and her pussy was so invitingly wet that I simply slithered into the recently vacated sticky cavity of her body. As she leaned over against the bed I gripped her hips and fucked her hard with a distant memory of doing the same to her up against that tree all those years ago. I hardened and shafted her faster, all the time she was squealing and uttering words of filth, no doubt learned from her surrogate family.

I moved to put a finger up her ass, but she quickly pushed my hand away and pointed to the cupboard. As soon as I stretched across her and opened the door I realised her intention and grabbed the nearest vibrator, an evil-looking purple weapon, curved, rippled, and very long with a cock-shaped head, slit and all. I wondered if anything would come out of it! I was aware that something would soon come out of mine!

Slowly fucking her soaking cunt, I inserted the toy slowly into her ass. When cock and plastic were both fully inserted I fucked both holes alternatively, cock in, vibrator out and vice versa. I reached under her sides and grabbed her swinging breasts, the movement forcing me even deeper inside her, the vibrator momentarily stationary in her ass.

“Tom,” she gasped, “Which vibrator is it?” Clearly not only the room, but its contents were familiar to her.

“Long purple thing with a black end.”

“Good,” she gasped as I hit rock bottom, “Turn the black bit, switch it on, I so want to fucking cum.”

I twiddled the knob, and together we immediately transcended up to another level. Through the thin membrane of her anus I now had a vibrating cunt and the feeling on my thrusting cock was sensational. Carol was cumming before me and not even touching herself and that triggered my own climax. I don’t believe I could have shot my semen any deeper into a woman than at that moment.

I held my cock inside her, both of us enjoying the hot pool of liquid I had deposited deep inside her pussy. As the spunk started to seep past my cock she collapsed on the bed with me on top of her and we both wound down, both of us covered in a slick sheen of sweat.

For a few minutes we laid there silently, my cock twitching in her cunt, her vaginal muscles gripping me in reply, her ass suggestively moving against my belly. I did believe she wanted to go again, but for the time being I was beaten and slowly pulled out. Carol turned on to her back and, leaning forward, watched my spunk seep from her pussy. Concerned for the sheets, I made to reach for a tissue, but she stopped me.

“No need Tom, Lena will clean up. She is used to what goes on in here!” Lena was Kamile’s Italian housekeeper, nineteen, extremely sexy and, as word would have it, a committed lesbian. My previous advances had proved the point.

“All the same…” I objected, my fingers idly spreading the cum off her lips and on to her thighs.

“Tom,” she sighed, “With the greatest respect, what we have done is nothing. You should see the state of this bed after one of Kamile’s parties.”

“Really?” My spunky hand strayed to my cock, trying to imagine the scene.

Carol clarified the picture for me, “On Halloween last year, while our husbands were away, we held a party for some Turkish couples who were visiting London. With the help of some pot, most of us ended up either naked in the pool or in here. Kamile had to buy a new mattress afterwards!”

“Wow!”

Seeing me stroke my cock, my married lover picked up the vibrator, still buzzing away, and with it spread my cum over her clit. I wondered how many times she had masturbated to the memory of that orgy? I was wanking with her and hadn’t even been there!

“I wish I had been a fly on the wall, Carol.”

She groaned as the plastic cock did its work, “You can come to the next one if you like Tom, you might even get to fuck Kamile.”

“That’s a must, with a cock like that!”

Startled, we both turned our heads toward the door. The new voice came from our host. Both concentrating on pleasuring ourselves, we hadn’t seen Kamile slip silently into the room. I immediately tried to cover myself but Carol grabbed my hand and, without any show of embarrassment, pulled it on to her pussy.

Kamile stood in the doorway wearing, to my delight, that black negligee I had dreamed of, and it was completely see-through. The dark triangle between her thighs declared she was unshaven. She was grinning and staring fixedly at my cock, so intently in fact that I pointed it in her direction, giving it a few lewd strokes. I raised one eyebrow, the invitation obvious. She grinned and, licking her lips, moved towards the bed, her olive breasts swaying beneath the silk. I wondered if this was to be my very first threesome?

“I had a feeling you would have a nice one Tom, but not one so thick as this. I will have to have it sometime.”

“Be my guest,” I grinned, squeezing some liquid from my throbbing prick. I wasn’t altogether sure if it was pre-cum or post-cum! Carol meanwhile was ramming the vibrator noisily in and out of her pussy, and we all grinned as we heard the squelching sound as it encountered the remains of my deposit deep inside her.

Kamile laughed, “Randy little bitch isn’t she, my sister-in-law!”

Carol giggled, “Usually she does this for me!”

Kamile leaned forward and I prepared myself for that delicious moment when a new pair of lips start to envelope my cock. But it didn’t happen. She merely kissed the spunky head and drew back with a sad smile.

“Not now Tom, there isn’t time, I like to do the whole sex thing properly, not just a quickie. But I promise I will call you one day, especially now I am no longer your client. And anyway, I have just had sex.”

With that she produced a piece of paper from a hidden pocket. It was a cheque for her account. “See? You can’t use that excuse any more!”

“What about me?” whined Carol.

Her sister-in-law grinned and pressed her lips briefly to Carol’s spunky groin, and followed that with a soft kiss on her lips.

Her face glistening with Carol’s moisture, she continued, “The real reason I came in, darlings, was to tell you guys that Tom will have to go soon. I just got a phone call from my mother-in-law saying she is coming over. She would be horrified if she knew what went on in here! And Jamal is due home soon too.”

I made to move off the bed, but she grabbed my arm, “You don’t have to be that quick, Tom, you guys finish what you’re doing first.” Carol was so horny she hadn’t even paused!

I waited for Kamile to move away and leave us in private, but she simply stood there, one hand fondling her breasts through the sheer material, her eyes still glued to my cock.

Amazed at this wanton woman, I immediately cottoned on, “You are going to stay and watch?”

She grinned, gripping an obviously erect nipple, “Yes please. Carol I have watched masturbate many a time, but you’re thick cock is a first Tom. So…?”

How could any red-bloodied male refuse to jerk off in front of two sexy females? Both of whom happened to be married to errant husbands.

As I resumed stroking my hardening cock, I was about to ask her to join in the fun when, under her own volition, her hand delved under the hem of her negligee. Through the material I could clearly see her start to her finger herself.

The only words that were spoken as we all masturbated together, eyes focused on the movement of our hands, were mine.

“Anyone like a hand with this?” I was anxious to get my first touch of a Turkish woman, but both girls shook their heads, they apparently didn’t want to spoil the moment. And what an incredibly sexy moment it was, the only sound being our heavy breathing and that of fingers busy on wet flesh.

I would like to say we all came together, but Carol got there first, after all she had the luxury of Duracell on her side! But with the sight of her hips bucking in the air and Kamile furiously frigging herself inside her negligee I wasn’t far behind. I don’t know to this day if Kamile herself climaxed.

Then I was to get a very erotic surprise.

As I groaned with the notice of my own impending climax, Kamile suddenly lifted her negligee over her shoulders, fully exposing her skinny olive body. Squatting by the bed, she pointed deliberately at her chest.

Responding immediately to her obvious request, I pointed my cock at her tits and exploded all over them. Her eyes widened as she watched my spunk flow down her body. One tiny blob had hit her chin and she wiped it away with a finger which she placed to her lips.

“Mmm, you taste okay Tom, I think my pussy will approve of your cum, I think she would like to try you out sometime!”

Carol spoke for the first time since her orgasm, “I can vouch for him darling, I think you will find him better than your toy-boy.”

“We shall see. Perhaps he should come to one of our parties? The next one is a Jack-and-Jill one.”

I looked at Kamile curiously as she wiped my spunk off her body with a corner of the bed sheet, “What the hell is a Jack-and-Jill party?”

She laughed, tentatively sniffing the soiled cotton and discarding it on the floor, “It’s a masturbation-only party, Tom. No intercourse, everyone sits around the room watching each other play.”

“That could be very frustrating, I would have thought.”

She laughed, “Not if you are masturbating someone else’s partner!”

“Oh, I see. I think I would still rather fuck someone though.”

“You would be surprised at how horny it can become. But then perhaps you would prefer one of our more…err…normal parties?”

“I already suggested that,” interrupted Carol, “His cock would be very welcome, we could introduce him to Lilli.”

“And just who is Lilli?” I asked curiously.

“Lilliana is my sister-in-law, Jamal’s sister.”

“Oh, and what’s so special about her? I think I will be happy enough just shagging the two of you. Preferably together,” I added with a wink.

They both laughed, “Lilli is a nymphomaniac, Tom. She’s only 33, been married four times and no man has ever totally satisfied her.” Kamile leaned forward and cupped my sticky cock, “Although I think this fellow might just do the trick.”

Her pussy now covered, she leaned forward again and peered closely at my prick, as if searching for blemishes. “I must introduce this fellow to her, but only after I have judged him for myself.”

With that I gasped she took me fully into her mouth and, for a few seconds sucked on me wetly, and then disappointingly pulled away, releasing my cock with a loud plop. She grinned sympathetically at my look of disappointment, “Sorry Tom, not a blowjob, just a promise of things to come and a little thank you for the show you two put on.”

Kamile nodded towards a tiny black object in the corner of the ceiling. In my lust for Carol’s body I had failed to notice the little flashing red light. She turned to me in the doorway and her official manner returned, “I would like to see you before you go Tom, I will be in the drawing room.”

“Fuck!” I exclaimed after she had gone, “Was this all on camera?”

Carol nodded sheepishly, “She gets off on watching people have sex, especially if she has company watching with her. And from the flushed look on her face that was highly probable.”

“Anyone I know?” I asked curiously.

“Only if you happen to know any bisexual eighteen year old boys! She and Jamal are very much into group sex with them.”

“Then why didn’t she join us earlier?”

“She intended to, but I asked her not to, I wanted you for myself.”

I stood up and helped Carol to her feet and held her close, her generous breasts pressed to my chest, my slackening cock sliding wetly across her belly. And we kissed. Long and hard. She giggled into my mouth.

“What’s so funny?”

“I have to tell you because you are bound to find out one day.”

“What?”

She nodded towards the flashing light, “That’s not the only camera.”

Puzzled, I looked up at the ceiling.

“You see the down lighters?”

I nodded, “Not really lights?”

She shook her head, “Uh huh. Some are for real, Jamal had them installed all over the house.”

“Swimming pool?”

She grinned, “Eight in there if I remember.”

“Fuck, this is one pervy family. So when’s this party then?”

“Not until after Christmas, Tom. I will see you get an invite, bring your Lisa along if you like.”

“Definitely!” With my fuck-buddy’s interest in voyeurism, this would be right up her street, maybe even see the true start of her bisexuality.

I felt a little pang of guilt as for some reason my thoughts focused on Rachel. In less than 24 hours three women, two from my past, and all married, had come into my life, one wanting love, one demanding sex, and the third a promise of delights to follow. Where had these women been when I wanted them? What’s the saying? No buses for ages then three come along at once!

“I better go, Carol, before her husband comes home.”

She patted the bed and we perched together on the edge, carefully avoiding the wet patches.

“Tom, can I ask you something personal?”

“Carol, we have just fucked our brains out in your sister-in-law’s bed, and she just had my cock in her mouth, and all no doubt on camera. What could be more personal than that?”

She looked down at my wilting cock, “Just this. Are you disappointed that you didn’t get to fuck her?”

I lifted her chin and kissed her lightly. “No way,” I lied, “I got to fuck you instead, what could be better than that?”

“I know you’re lying, she’s very sexy and I don’t know of any men who wouldn’t want to go with her.”

I put up my hands, “Okay I find her very desirable and of course I would love to have sex with her, but for today I really enjoyed fucking my first ever real girl friend, okay?”

“Thank you Tom, does that mean we can do it again sometime?”

“Of course,” I replied. Once I have sorted the Lisa/Rachel tangle, I thought. “So her toy-boy is bisexual then?”

Climbing off the bed to retrieve her underwear, she replied, “When she has finished with her young lovers she passes them on to her husband to play with. When he’s at home that is, so I guess there will be some fun and games in that department tonight. Don’t tell her I told you this, but last year, while they were both away on business, she and I shared Salik and Jamal’s younger brother, for a whole weekend.”

“Lucky guy, how old is he?”

“That I am not telling you, all I will say is that he is younger than you were when we had our first fuck.”

I did the calculations, “Bloody hell, this house is fucking weird.”

“I hope you don’t include me in that category Tom, because what we just did was lovely, just plain old fashioned sex. I waited eleven years for this, do you really think we will fuck again?”

With a visible twitch, Little Tom nodded the affirmative to that question.

“We could go camping again even! Maybe bring along Kamile and one of her young boys? I wouldn’t mind a sixteen year old once again, the first one wasn’t all that bad!” She grinned at me with a knowing look.

The thought of fucking both these women in a tent excited me and I nodded, but not too convincingly. I was still uncertain of getting involved in the over relaxed morals of this kinky household, especially when Carol had already suggested that Kamile’s husband was bisexual! And of course I hadn’t forgotten Rachel, nor my fuck-buddy Lisa shagging her brains out in some airport hotel!

Carol led me naked to a nearby bathroom, where we showered together and inevitably soaped each other into a gentle orgasm. She had turned off the water and we were once again snogging when she posed the question, and I totally surprised myself with my answer.

She wriggled her wet body out of my clutch, “Tom, I have to go pee, I’m bursting.”

I nodded, then on inspiration, grabbed her arm, “Don’t be silly, we are in the shower, do it here, I don’t mind. I might even do one myself.” I was so turned on to this woman I think I would have agreed to anything at that precise moment!

“Okay then,” she grinned, and parted her legs, pushing her vulva invitingly forward at me. Now totally carefree with this woman, I took the hint and, as she started to piss I moved my cock forward within range. The hot liquid drenched my erection like a huge female cum, and I have to admit to releasing an involuntary moan.

When she had finished, she turned on the water again and we washed ourselves clean.

“You dirty pervy bitch,” I muttered in her ear.

“Pervy yourself,” she laughed, “You enjoyed that.”

“You caught me by surprise,” I looked at the confined space in the shower, “Where else could I go?”

“That’s bollocks and you know it. Don’t be embarrassed, Kamile and I often do that after we have had sex together.”

“But she hasn’t got a cock!”

“Glad you noticed,” she laughed, “We lie on the floor out there.” She pointed to the marble surface in front of the bath. “We play scisssors.”

The vision of the two married women, one English, one Turkish, with their legs entwined, pussies locked wetly together, made me move my cock between Carol’s thighs.

“Go on then!” her eyes widened.

“Go on what?” I pretended to look puzzled, but deep down I knew what was coming next, this little episode wasn’t yet over.

“You know, you said you needed a pee yourself.”

I put my arm around her shoulders and wedged my cock at the mouth of her pussy, the water continuing to cascade down over our bodies.

“You mean…?

“Yes Tom, be my guest.”

“You sure about this?”

“Tom, I wouldn’t have asked if I wasn’t, okay?”

I nodded, I was beyond caring and, apart from anything else, I wanted to please my lover. So, at her request, and with a certain amount of pervy delight of my own I pissed as hard as I could onto her cunt. Carol leaned back against the shower wall with her hips thrust forward as I firmly held my cock, directing the golden liquid up and down the open lips of her pussy.

The shower quickly washed the pee off us both but I held my cock between her soaking lips.

“Yes!” she hissed.

How I stayed hard is beyond me, but I was inside her in a flash and humped her hard against the shower wall. Knowing we were short of time and that I was unlikely to climax again so soon, Carol frigged herself to yet another orgasm as I fucked her under the cascading water.

“Fuck, that was cool,” she gasped as I withdrew a softening cock. “I’ve never done that before.”

“What, fucked in a shower?”

We stepped out of the cubicle and she gave me a painful look, “Don’t be silly, Tom. I meant the pee thing. With a man I mean. My friend Pauline does it with her husband, but they do it all over their bodies, and I really don’t fancy that. I just wanted to try the cock and pussy bit for myself.”

“Why me?”

“Because you have turned out to be so broadminded, Tom. I knew you would be up for it.”

“Well,” I grinned, “I must admit it was different, but it does seem a bit dirty though. I wonder what else you have up your sleeve?”

“Try me again, Tom, and you might just find out.”

“Deal!”

She turned to me with a determined face. “Tom, do you like anal?”

“I haven’t done it properly, the two girls I tried it with found me too thick.”

She reached own for my flaccid cock, “I think I could manage him, I love it up my ass.”

“Why didn’t you ask me back in the bedroom?”

“Because my pussy wanted you more. Next time?”

“We’ll see!”

At some time during our final moment of passion, Lena the maid had placed our clothing on the nearby seat outside the shower. She had dried my boxers for me. Thrillingly, I wondered how much she had seen and how much of a part she played in the sexual cavortings of this family.

Saturday 7.55 pm

“Tom, I hope you are not annoyed with me?”

I was in the ornately furnished drawing room, modern oil paintings adorning every wall, no doubt originals from what I saw earlier of the security devices outside. Kamile had spread my drawings across the huge plate glass table top, supported on four corners by rampant lions.

I feigned ignorance, “Why should I be, Kamile?”

“I got you here under false circumstances, Tom. Yesterday when I phoned you at the office I fully intended to seduce you, but it was only late last night that I happened to mention to Carol that I was your client. I had no knowledge there was a connection there, but she made it pretty obvious she wanted to meet up with you again.”

“And the conversation in your bed this morning? Carol told me she was with you.”

Kamile touched my arm softly, “We had to get you here somehow, Tom.”

I laughed, “You had no problem there!”

Her black eyes stared into mine, making me shiver. There was a dark side to this incredibly sexy woman. “Are you disappointed it wasn’t us on that bed, Tom?”

I was between a rock and a hard place. “Of course I am, but I hadn’t seen Carol for over ten years. Rain check?”

She nodded. “Make sure you keep a whole night free, Tom. Our husbands are not very attentive to us.”

“So I heard. I believe you had your own entertainment today?”

She stared hard at me, “Does that disgust you Tom, me with someone much younger?”

Kamile was stood very close to me as we pored over the drawings, her strong perfume almost disguising the strong smell of sex emanating from her lower body. I wondered if she was coming on to me or simply teasing again.

“Not at all Kamile, give me a teenage girl and I would do exactly the same, but if you must know, I would rather fuck you.”

Her eyes flared, “You will Tom, I promise, especially now that I have seen what you have to offer. I only came on to you this morning because I wanted to make sure you came here today, Carol was so lonely and desperate for a man.”

I grinned, “Well, thank you for arranging it, a threesome would have been the icing on the cake though.”

She smiled and pressed even closer, her heat was disorientating me to the point of being dizzy, “So she told you that we are lovers?”

“Yes. It was pretty obvious from the way you kissed her pussy.”

The conversation was turning me on and from the reddening flush at her throat I was certain she was suffering too. She confirmed it by placing her hand in my groin. I looked toward the open doorway, there was no-one in sight.

“I want to fuck you Kamile.” Her eyes had dilated as she gripped my hardening cock, “I want to fuck that delicious hairy cunt, right here and now over this table.”

For a moment she paused, stock still, clearly considering my offer, but then, with a final squeeze of my dick, pulled away, shaking her head slowly.