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I never had time for a rest and I didn't want one. I was getting more and more new experiences and I was loving it all. I felt like the runaway train with no brakes, going faster and faster and getting more exciting. I just hoped there wouldn't be a big crash at the end.

Young Ray was now coming round two or three times a week. The main reason was that he knew he could fuck my bum when he wanted, but also he loved watching the DVD of me being fucked. Gary and Ray watched parts of it over and over together. In fact, it became a sort of prelude to my sessions of passion with him. I would go and get myself ready upstairs while they sat watching the TV.

But the sex with Ray got better and better. He didn't always take me up the arse, but he did most times, and I was beginning to really enjoy it. And Gary was watching most times now instead of listening.

I had time for a couple of afternoons with Mary over at her place. We had decided not to bother with the retail therapy bit now. That meant we could have more time exploring each other's bodies and playing with her toys.

Our week away at an all-inclusive hotel in Antalya was looming, and after the second session, we made a few plans. Which toys to take, what clothes to wear for example.

"We will have each other, but are we going to look for a bit of male company too?" I asked her.

"Of course," Mary replied straight away, "I haven't had a cock for ages, and I am still looking for a new Master."

Mike was still keeping me on the boil through webcams. I nearly always ended up naked for him and either fingering myself or using one of my toys. He kept telling me that he needed me there with him and that it had to be soon as he was going crazy.

And he always signed off with, "I fucking love you to bits, Jilly."

I always responded with, "Love you too, Big Mike."

Of course, I did want to go and spend some time with him again. But I didn't have a window of opportunity for a couple of months, and it was also dangerous because I did have some feelings for him that were probably more than just the thought of good and wild sex with him.

Yvonne kept in touch too, but usually by email rather than Skype, so I didn't get to hear that sexy posh voice of hers. She just wanted to know more about Turkey, what clothes she should bring and that sort of thing. Never any mention of her feelings for me, just that she was excited to be going somewhere she had never been before.

Then, right out of the blue, I had another bit of fun. A gang of us from our village went on a night out to Hisaronu, a bustling resort in season, and very lively. We all got a bus over there, went for a lovely steak meal, and ended up at a cocktail bar. It was heaving, but we all managed to get seats eventually.

We were sitting with another couple that we knew quite well, chatting and having a good laugh. I became aware of a guy looking over in my direction.

He was just my type. Tall with bulging muscles and a Mediterranean complexion. He was stood at the bar with a group of people. I didn't know if he had a partner there or not, but he just kept looking straight at me.

I was wearing a red dress. Not a mini, but above the knee. I returned the gaze and started crossing and uncrossing my legs. The others at our table didn't notice, and we kept on chatting and laughing.

He smiled at me, and I returned the smile. But it was going to be pretty obvious if I carried on like that, so I stopped and concentrated on the conversation with our friends.

It was getting late. The bar was emptying quite quickly, but we had to wait for our bus to turn up. Gary went up to the bar to pay his bill. The guy made his way out with his mates, passing close to our table, and as he passed he put an empty cigarette packet down next to me.

Nobody seemed to notice, he had done it very surreptitiously, and I quickly put the empty packet in my handbag.

On the bus on the way home and sat next to Gary, I had a look at the empty packet. Small writing inside on the flip-top lid. It just said "Sam" and a phone number. I showed Gary. "Looks like you've pulled, Jill," he whispered. "Go for it."

When we got home, Gary told me that he had noticed what was going on at the bar, but he had missed the empty fag packet bit. It was far too late to do anything that night, but I told Gary I would be ringing that number the next day.

And I did. I waited until lunchtime. He answered and I explained that I was the lady in the red dress at the bar. "I know who you are lady," he said, "I don't give my phone number away to everyone."

We had a very brief chat, and then he asked if I would like to meet him later on. I switched my phone off and asked Gary if he could drop me off in Hisaronu at eight pm. "No problem," he replied with a smile on his face.

I was very proud of myself. Sam was way younger than my usual conquests and a bit of a hunk, and he had singled me out from the many ladies in the bar.

It was a blistering hot day. Even as the sun started to go down it was well in the eighties. I chose a white lace mini dress that showed off my tan. That dress had worked for me before. My undies showed through the dress, so I had to wear a white bra and panties too.

Gary had watched me getting ready, sitting on the bed playing with his cock while I sat in my undies at the dressing table putting on my make up.

On the journey, Gary told me how wonderful I looked. He said he would wait around in Hisaronu until I messaged him. I thanked him, gave him a peck on the cheek, and made my way up to the same bar where we had been the night before.

Sam was there already and flashed a smile at me that I swear was whiter than my outfit. What a bit of eye candy he was! He was wearing a white t-shirt, pretty tight-fitting, and it showed off his physique. His shorts were maroon, and he had very strong-looking legs too.

When he spoke, he sounded calm but confident. He bought me a drink, and we made our way to a table. It was quite early, so the bar wasn't busy yet.

We chatted over a couple of drinks. I found out he was from Bristol and was on holiday with a couple of friends. His father was from India and his mother was English, so that explained what I'd thought was a Mediterranean colouring the night before.

I plucked up the courage to ask why he had singled me out. "Easy," he said. "Firstly, the walk as you arrived, secondly those eyes of yours, and thirdly your legs."

My walk! Nobody had ever mentioned that before. "And you know what," he added, "close up, your eyes are even more beautiful." As he said that, he put his hand on my tanned, naked leg.

"Thank you," was all I could say. But I let his hand stay where it was and opened my legs just a fraction. He started stroking my leg and went pretty high up, stopping at the hem of my dress.

Sam asked if I would like the next drink at his hotel. Well, of course, I did. He paid the bill, took me by the hand, and we walked for about five minutes to a hotel I had never seen before. We walked through the outside bar there, and he led me straight up to his room.

"There are some drinks in the minibar if you want," he said. 

"No, I'm fine thanks," I said, smiling.

The talking stopped. I wanted him, and he wanted me. I took my dress off and he got down to his boxers at the same time. Gosh, he was a great looking guy.

Our first kiss was standing up, right next to the bed. Our tongues met, and his hands grabbed my buttocks and pulled me tight against him.

Then his tongue found my ear lobe, and one of his hands came up to my bra. He pulled one cup down and found my nipple. He was still pulling me tight against him with his other hand, and I could feel his prick hard against my tummy.

Sam backed away for a moment, looked at me, and took off his boxers. I returned the look and took off my bra and panties, and then lay down on his bed awaiting my pleasure.

He went straight down on me. His fingers and tongue got straight to work on me. I opened my legs as far as I could and he had three of his fingers inside me while his tongue worked its way all-around my pussy lips and onto my clit.

Then Sam moved so that his cock was near my face. He was still fingering and licking me. His cock was hard and just in front of me. I pushed my head forward a little so that I could lick his knob.

It was then that I realised that Sam was well-built in every way. He was long and thick and  I was being brought to a fantastic cum with his tongue. What a fantastic feeling it was. A lovely cum while sucking on his massive cock, and knowing that it would be inside my wet pussy very soon.

I couldn't believe my luck. Not only was he eye candy, but he was an athletic and expert lover. And he was paying me compliments, particularly about what a "fucking hot mouth" I had.

Luckily I didn't have to wait too long to feel his wonderful cock inside me. He took me from behind first, running his knob around my bum hole before moving down to my pussy and pushing it all the way in. He was slow and deliberate, and it felt fantastic.

But we swapped positions to my favourite. I love straddling and having my boobs licked and sucked. And that's what we did. He was fucking me faster. We were both breathing very heavily and trying to say lovely things to each other at the same time.

I don't think any of it made sense, but it didn't matter because we had a fantastic cum together, our juices mingling in my aching pussy. It was fairly quick, but it was wonderful. I had acted like a complete tart, but I was so glad that I had.

Sam, I am almost sure, was just trying to get as many shags as he could while away on holiday. There was no way we would see each other again, but we had both got what we wanted.

I got dressed and phoned Gary. I badly needed a shower, but it wasn't offered, so Gary took me home as I was. I told him all about it on the journey home, and Gary wanted to taste my fanny as soon as we got back and before I could shower, dirty hubby that he is.

So, the night finished with another shag for me with a hubby telling me that I had to do it more often! Bloody hell, how much of a tart did he want me to be!

Ray knew I was going to be away for a week in Antalya, so the night before he messaged me and came round much earlier than normal.

Gary had already got the DVD player set up, but Ray didn't want to watch anything this time. He just took hold of my hand and we nearly ran upstairs together. We went into our bedroom.

He still hadn't said a single word, but he didn't have to. We both knew what we wanted. I was only wearing a sheer pale blue negligee with nothing underneath, so as Ray began to strip, I simply untied the belt, opened it, and lay down on the bed and waited for some action.

And boy did I get some! Ray was rampant and a little impatient. His tongue was frantically going at my clit with short little stabbing motions and his hands were just all over me.

But it wasn't long before he moved me. He turned me over and told me to kneel on the bed. He was manhandling me really and I didn't have much choice in the matter.

He fingered my pussy first, but then moved to my arse, tickling my bumhole and running his tongue all around my buttocks. I knew what was coming next. I had prepared myself and I wanted it as much as Ray did.

I felt his hard cock against me. Ray had always been slow and careful when fucking my bum before, but this time he just rammed it in. It hurt but the pain quickly turned into pleasure.

Then he kept swapping holes, out of my bum and into my pussy then back again, and again, and again. When he shot his load, it was inside my pussy. He pulled out, and collapsed next to me on the bed saying, "Thanks Jill, that was brilliant."

Well, it was good, but I still hadn't cum myself. Now, at last, we were having some sort of conversation. He was asking me what sort of things Mary and I were going to get up to while we were away. I told him that we were going to have a great time with each other and that we were also going to look for action with guys.

He didn't get annoyed and just accepted it all. The talk had made him recover quite quickly. He got up off the bed, walked to the door and shouted downstairs to Gary for him to come and join us.

Lucky me. The next hour or so was spent with me being ravaged by the two of them. Gary brought me to my first cum with his tongue while I was giving Ray a blow job, and I had another one when they changed around.

It was hard to keep pace with all that was going on, but I managed yet another new experience. I straddled hubby, his cock pounding away at my pussy, and then Ray positioned himself behind me and managed to get his cock in my bumhole.

I was shocked that I could take it all at the same time, but they both kept going. I was completely lost in passion now, and I had a fantastic cum just as Gary shot his load up me.

Gary slipped out, moved away from me a little, and Ray's cock found my dripping pussy, and he filled me with more spunk.

We all showered together. There was a bit of sudsy fun, but I think we were all too spent for anything serious. Ray dressed, wished me a good week away, and went on his way.

Hubby and I went straight back to bed and talked about another new experience for us both. I told him that I'd loved it and would certainly be doing it again given the chance. Gary said it was good for him but a little uncomfortable. "Next time, I want to be the one on top fucking your bum," he confided to me.

"Whatever," I smiled and said as he turned the light out.

The next morning I was just a little sore, but nothing too serious. I packed my case and left home at about ten am, and made my way over to Mary's.

She was all packed and ready, but had enough luggage to last her a month! We had to use the back seat as well as the boot to get everything in my little Peugeot. And off we went on our three-hour journey to Antalya.

The hotel was massive, but right on the beach and very impressive. We booked in and were shown to our room. It was luxurious and had a balcony with a lovely sea view, a king-size bed, a single bed, and two very comfortable armchairs.

It was mid-afternoon, so we decided to put our bikinis on and find the swimming pool. There were three pools. We chose the biggest one where there were lots of spare sunbeds.

"This the life," Mary said, as we sipped on our cocktails after a swim and a relax. The pool bar waiter who had brought our drinks was very tasty, the sun was hot, the drinks were free, and the hotel was busy. We were eyeing up prospects already.

We enjoyed a blow job and a screaming orgasm. Unfortunately, these were just the names of the next cocktails we ordered, but they were very tasty and refreshing.

A little later we got changed for dinner. It was a buffet style, self-service restaurant. Mary and I ate far too much but were well attended to at our table by a drinks waiter. The hotel staff were all immaculately dressed in smart uniforms, the guys in white short-sleeved shirts with a logo on the pocket, and the ladies in a white blouse and navy skirts a couple on inches above the knee.

The combination of the journey, the huge meal and the alcohol had a very tiring effect on us both, and we went up to our room quite early. We enjoyed a little dalliance with each other, but really not much more than a cuddle before we drifted off. But there were five more days and nights to enjoy.

After breakfast the next day, we decided we would stay in the hotel all day. Mostly by the pool. Most of the holidaymakers were families, but there were a few businessmen on their own, and we were pleased to notice that we were getting some admiring looks.

We skipped lunch. The sun was very hot, so we went up to our room for a bit of afternoon delight, this time with a lot of passion and a couple of orgasms each. We made plans afterwards to go to the hotel disco later and try our luck.

And we were successful. We got chatting to a middle-aged guy who worked as part of the reception staff at the hotel. It was his night off. He was very tasty. His name was Fatih, which we tried not to snigger at, and he spoke very good English.

The music was good, but we didn't dance at all, just chatted and drank. We came straight to the point after about half an hour and told him he was welcome to come to our room. He looked at both of us in turn, smiled, and we finished our drinks very quickly and headed to our room.

In the lift, he asked, "What, both of you?"

Mary and I looked at each other, smiled and nodded. When we got to the room, I was the first to act, pushing him against the wall and exploring his mouth with my tongue. Mary moved me a little to one side, knelt down, and quickly undid his belt.

She had his cock in her mouth in no time while my boobs were getting a good feel as we continued with the tongue action. I stepped back and let Mary carry on with the blow job while I took my dress and bra off. I lay down on the king-size bed and watched as Mary worked wonders with her mouth and hands.

Then they stopped so that they could both get their kit off. Fatih was the quicker of the two and joined me on the bed. He pulled my panties down and went down on me. He was very impatient, hungrily licking me all around my pussy lips and then fingering me while his tongue found my clit.

Mary came over to the bed and carried on where she had left off with the blow job. She stopped, I think because she thought he was going to cum already.

Before I knew it, Mary was going down on me while sitting on Fatih's face. We stayed in that position for what seemed like ages. Mary had cum before I did, but I wasn't far behind.

Then it was time for Fatih to get what he was really after. He fucked Mary first, taking her from behind. I managed to get my tongue on her gorgeous nipples while she was enjoying his cock ramming into her.

I didn't have to wait too long for my turn though. I straddled him with my back towards him while Mary repaid the compliments with her tongue licking and sucking my nipples.

Fatih turned out to be a really good "stayer". We went on for ages, swapping positions and partners. But eventually, he shot his load all over Mary's bum while we were having a sixty-nine.

I needed to go to the bathroom, but when I returned I was a little disappointed to see Fatih getting dressed. I wanted some more, but he just blew us both a kiss as he left our room.

Mary and I showered together, not talking much, but just enjoying the sensations as we sponged each other. Then it was off to bed, where we both fell sound asleep. 

The next morning, Mary and I drove to one of the huge shopping malls in Antalya. It was massive, but we didn't buy much as the prices were exorbitant.

It was another scorching hot day, so when we got back to the hotel, we went straight to the swimming pool in our bikinis. After a dip, we soaked up the sun for a while with some more cocktails, brought to by another handsome waiter.

"Disco again tonight?" I asked Mary. 

"Well no, actually I've got a date tonight," Mary replied

It turned out that she had arranged to see last night's bit of fun, Fatih, all on her own. And she was going to use our room.

I was not best pleased, to say the least. It wasn't jealousy, it was just that she had gone behind my back. In the end, I stomped off back to our room and started getting ready for the evening. I didn't have a clue about what I was going to do.

When Mary came up, we didn't talk at all, and when we went down to the restaurant, we went separately and ate at different tables.

We kept our distance from each other, I decided to try a different bar. It was right on the top floor of the hotel with a wonderful view of the sea and the sunset.

I was actually quite happy on my own people watching, and my mood brightened considerably. Unusually for me, I was drinking gin and tonics and was being very well looked after by a smiling waitress. Her English wasn't very good, but I tried my limited Turkish on her and she was surprised about how much I knew.

A very large and overweight guy asked if he could join me at my table. There were plenty of free tables around, but I didn't want to be rude, so I said it was okay.

He turned out to be Russian. He spoke some English, and he started chatting me up. I wasn't interested, and I tried to make that clear.

I may have had one or two gins too many, but there was no way I was attracted to him, He was gross.

But he kept trying, putting his great fat hands on my legs and telling me what he was going to do to me. It was like I didn't have a choice. I kept turning away from him and pushing his hands off me.

He grabbed me by the arm, pulled me up and told me we were going to his room. I screamed at him and told him to fuck off, and in a matter of seconds, two of the hotel staff came to my aid and led him away.

It shook me up a little, but I sat down again and got another gin and tonic. I needed to calm my nerves.

It was the same waitress who brought my drink. She asked if I was okay, and told me that she was off duty in ten minutes, and if I needed to chat, she was happy to do that.

Her name was Emine. She was recently divorced and had been working at the hotel for about six months. The conversation wasn't that easy because of my limited Turkish, but I managed to understand that the guy had been thrown out of the bar two nights earlier for the same thing.

She asked why I was on my own, and I told her I was with a girlfriend and we had argued. Emine looked more interested as soon as I said that. The fact that I was here with a girlfriend triggered some questions from her which I answered honestly.

Then, for the second time that night, a hand wandered to my leg. This time, however, it was far more interesting, and I placed my hand on top of hers.

Despite the language problem, it was very obvious what we both wanted. I told her that I could not go to my room because my friend had taken a guy there.

She told me that was no problem, and asked me to wait for a minute. Another gin and tonic arrived at my table while she left the room, but she returned when I was halfway through it. She put her hand on the table and showed me a room key in her palm. Beautiful and resourceful, I thought to myself.

I left my drink and followed Emine. We had to go down about six or seven floors in the lift. We were on our own, and that's where we had our first kiss.

Emine opened the door. It was a much smaller room than ours, but pleasant enough, and the bed was a king-size one too. Our second kiss followed as soon as the door closed and our hands were busy all over each other's bodies.

She backed away, telling me that she had to be careful with her uniform. Presumably, if anything got damaged they had to pay for it themselves. But she looked at me eye to eye as she undid the cravat and then slowly unbuttoned her blouse, revealing a white bra and a lovely cleavage.

I had my white lacey mini dress on. I turned my back to her so that she could undo the button at the top and unzip me. So I was down to my bra and panties before she was.

She turned her back to me so that I could undo her skirt, which easily fell to the floor. She picked it up and folded it neatly with the rest of her uniform.

Both in just white bras and panties we made our way to the bed. Emine was lovely. Not as slim as Mary, but a nice flat tummy, and a slightly bigger pair of boobs. She had just a little bit of cellulite beneath her bum cheeks, but apart from that, she was perfect.

Our undies didn't stay on much longer. We both knew what we wanted, and stripped our bras and panties off at the same time. I made the first move and went down on her lovely shaved pussy. It had been expertly shaved and there was no sign of a hair anywhere.

I wished I had one of my toys with me, but she was loving my fingers inside her and my tongue tracing patterns all around her clit. She reached her climax very quickly, but I kept going. She was very noisy and it was turning me on listening to her squeals of delight.

Then it was my turn for a good seeing to. My pussy was already wet as she went down on me, saying something that I didn't understand, but I hoped was a compliment. She must have done this a few times before as she knew all the right spots to go with her lovely tongue.

Her fingers were very gentle though, and I reached my first cum far too quickly. But just like I had, she didn't stop, and then the finger action got a little more frenzied as I bucked my hips up and down.

As I went on my journey to another fantastic orgasm, I lost control and Emine probably learnt some new English swearwords if she could tell what I was saying in between my panting.

We cuddled for a long time afterwards. She loved hugs and kisses and running her hands up and down my legs. Again, I noticed how perfectly smooth her legs were as I did the same to her.

She laughed at my efforts to ask her if we could stay in the room all night, but she understood and told me it was no problem, but that she would have to get up early because she was on breakfast duty in the restaurant.

Then our kissing got wilder, and our hands were roaming further and further upon each other's legs. We both wanted some more. It turned out into a wonderful sixty-nine with each other.

Emine was perfect. We both had countless more cums before we eventually collapsed, just managing a quick visit each to the bathroom before we fell asleep.

When I woke up, Emine was getting dressed. She explained that she had to go back to her room to get ready for work.

Then she wished me a nice day and told me she was working in a different bar in the evening and hoped to see me there.

Of course, I had to find my way back to our room to get changed for the day. Mary had obviously already gone down to breakfast, but I didn't really want to see her anyway.

I skipped breakfast myself and just had a couple of coffees in the room, and prepared myself for a lazy day by the pool. I swam, sunbathed and had my lunch at a poolside cafe. I was feeling good and looking forward to the evening, but I needed a rest and didn't want to get sunburnt.

So I went up to the room. Still no sign of Mary, which I was quite pleased about, and I drifted off to sleep.

It was Mary who woke me a couple of hours later. She made me a coffee and said we had to talk. She was right. It was going to be very difficult to see out the next few days sharing the same room.

There were no apologies from either of us. She told me that she really liked Fatih and that she saw him as a prospect for a new Master. I certainly hadn't seen that in him, but Mary's priority had been to be dominated again ever since our first Master had been deported.

So she was seeing him again tonight when he finished work and needed the room to herself again. I was calm, and I told her that I had met someone else so I wanted the room to myself at some time too.

We had three nights left, so I suggested a rota. "Where am I supposed to go while you're acting like a cheap tart in here then?" Mary asked in a not very calm manner.

"Did you think about me and where I could sleep last night?" I replied, still keeping my cool.

"Well, I knew that you, being the slag that you are, would find another bed to lie in somewhere," she said. "And guess what, you fucking did, you old whore. I hope he was fucking worth it," she screamed.

"Who said it was a he?" I said, knowing that it would hurt her a little.

That had the effect of shutting her up. I went straight down to reception and asked if they could find me a room, explaining the circumstances as best I could.

The guy on reception asked me to wait a minute and went into the office at the back of reception. Another guy appeared at the entrance and looked in my direction. It was Fatih.

The result was that they found me a self-contained bungalow, still part of the hotel, and very near the pool. They asked if that would be suitable. I told them it would be perfect, but asked how much would it cost me.

"It's on the house madam," Fatih replied, smiling. "Enjoy the rest of your stay."

Fatih disappeared back into the office, while the other guy did the paperwork and found my key. He told me that if I could pack all my things, a porter would go and transfer it to my new room in thirty minutes. Great service, I have to say.

I packed my stuff. Mary had disappeared somewhere again, which suited me. And I phoned Gary to tell him what had happened.

He suggested I come home straight away, but I told him that I was still having a great time and was looking forward to the rest of the week.

"How's Mary getting home?" he inquired.

"That's up to her, but she'll have a struggle with all of her luggage," I told him, smiling at the thought.

The rest of the week went wonderfully. Emine came to my room every night after she had finished work. We were managing more in the way of conversations, and I was getting to like her a lot. She was practising her English on me too and was doing very well.

The sex between us got even better too. She loved me using the toy that I had brought with me on her. She had never seen anything like it before, but she was a quick learner with that too.

The rest of the week passed much too quickly, but I went home very happy. I never saw Mary again, and I haven't to this day either. I didn't know whether I would ever see Emine again. She didn't get much time off from her job. But we promised to stay in touch.

I was so much more in touch with my bi side now, and I had Yvonne coming over for her holiday very soon, although I had no idea if she was coming as a friend or a prospective lover.

Gary and I talked it all over at length when I got home. He had been right about Mary. He had told me that he thought she was a schemer and all for herself from the one time he met her. But he didn't rub it in, bless him.

He was more interested in what Emine was like. I did have a photo that was taken in the bar where we first met, the two of us smiling together, me in my white dress and Emine in her uniform. Gary thought she looked lovely too.

Mary wasn't mentioned again at all. In a way, I was upset that it had all come to an end because she was a stunningly attractive lady, but I busied myself with housework and household chores getting ready for Yvonne's arrival.

The day came very quickly. I told Gary that I would pick her up from the airport myself because her flight landed in the afternoon at it would still be light when we drove back. It's just that I am not happy driving in the dark here.

Her flight from Stansted was a little early, but I was there on time. As she came through security, I saw her straight away and waved excitedly. It was the first time I had seen her in anything but her working clothes, but she looked good in a pink t-shirt and jeans, and she had her lovely black hair done in a ponytail.

She was relieved and pleased to see me, and we had a quick hug before we made our way to my car. We never stopped chatting for the whole of the one hour's journey back to our villa, and just listening to that sexy posh voice of hers turned me on.

The conversation was just normal stuff, finding out a little more about each other, but nothing sexy. Once back at our villa, I introduced Yvonne to Gary, who got us all a drink which we enjoyed out on the patio.

And that's where we stayed all evening. Yvonne said she liked the look of the pool and would be certainly having a swim in the morning. Gary nipped out in the car to get us all a kebab as we were all quite hungry, and while he was gone, I told her that I usually swam in the nude because our garden is not overlooked,

Yvonne looked all around as if checking what I had just told her and said, "You are very lucky. Such wonderful views too." Then she disappeared into the house, and when she came out again, she had undone her ponytail and let her lovely black hair down.

The sun went down, but we all stayed outdoors drinking. Gary took Yvonne's cases up to the spare room and then excused himself saying, "You two have a lot to catch up on, so I'll take myself off to bed. See you in the morning."

While we finished our drinks, the conversation turned to Mike. She asked if I was still in touch with him and if I would be going over to visit him again. I told her I liked him a lot, and that I would certainly be going to see him, but didn't know when.

I asked her how well she knew him. She thought for a long time before she answered, but when it came it was a very long answer.

Seven years ago she had been having an affair with him, which ultimately was the cause of Mike's divorce. Afterwards, she had lived with Mike for several months, but it didn't work out, and she moved out.  Divorced herself, Mike had always kept in touch and helped set up her business.

"Good in bed though, isn't he?" she said out of the blue. 

"Are you and Mike still...?" I started, but she didn't let me finish.

Smiling, she answered, "Just now and then, Jill. He's always there for me if I need a man."

Now was the time to ask her about her bi side. "So, what nearly happened between us two Yvonne, can we go any further down that road?"

"I think so, if you want it to, Jill," she replied.

I didn't think I had ever wanted something so much. She sat there, a picture of perfection, and her talking had made me so randy. Not just the voice, but the conversation and the way she phrased things.

We finished our drinks. "Come on Yvonne, I'll show you to your room," I said, my heart beating very quickly.

For some reason, I was still unsure whether to make the first move. I showed her where everything was, and we walked out onto her balcony together to admire the view.

It was a clear night, and the stars were putting on a lovely show. We stood on the balcony together looking at them. Neither of us said a word. Then I felt her take her hand in mine.

My heart skipped a beat as we made our way back into the room. I drew the curtains. We stood just looking straight at each other, eye to eye for what seemed like an age. I think Yvonne sensed that I was a bit nervous to make the first move. She put her hand round the back of my head and pulled us together.

That first kiss went on forever. We didn't touch each other anywhere else but just enjoyed a sensational time enjoying each other's mouths.

Eventually, we pulled apart. I pulled my t-shirt over my head and looked at Yvonne as I unclipped my bra.

"Can we switch the light off?" Yvonne asked.

I was disappointed. I really wanted to see what she looked like naked. But I walked over to the light switch, turned it off, then took the rest of my clothes off.

There was a little bit of moonlight coming through the curtains, so I knew Yvonne was stripping too. We got on the bed together and continued with another wonderful kiss.

But this time, our hands started wandering. I had, of course, felt her touch before from her expert massage back in England. But this was so much better. She found both my nipples. Our kissing carried on and on, and I was running my hand over the contours of her body, finding her boobs, tummy, and legs. She felt lovely.

I was the first to pull away from the kiss. I wanted to touch more of her. My tongue found her nipples then worked its way down her torso. Perhaps a little too hurriedly, my tongue found her mound. It was beautifully smooth and shaved.

Yvonne opened her legs and my tongue found her pussy lips and then her clit. At the same time, she was hungrily licking and sucking my nipples.

She felt wonderfully soft and smooth, and she smelled lovely too, but I wished I could see just how good she looked.

My fingers and tongue just kept going on her. She was making some lovely noises as her breathing got heavier. I wanted to taste her cum, so I finger fucked her faster. She was gyrating her hips as she got closer and closer, and when she did cum, it was a big one. It was very wet and tasted beautifully sweet.

I went straight to her face and gave her a kiss so that she could taste herself. Again the kiss lasted ages, but while we were still enjoying it, Yvonne flipped me over onto my back. I was amazed at how strong she was.

It was my turn now. Yvonne moved slowly down my body. As she did so I felt her long black hair against me too, tickling me very pleasantly.

When she reached my mound, I was already starting to breathe quickly and heavily. I don't think I had ever wanted something as much.

I opened my legs as I felt her fingers reach my pussy lips, and her tongue was getting ever closer.

Yvonne only used one finger inside me, but I have never been licked so adorably. It was an expert at work. She was slow-moving and she knew all the right moves in the right places.

She still had just the one finger up me, but it was strong yet gentle at the same time. Then she tickled my bum hole with another of her fingers.

I was in heaven as I was working up to a climax. I started to move my hips, but Yvonne's other arm stopped me from moving too much. She was in control, and I was loving it.

After my orgasm, Yvonne repaid the compliments, giving me a kiss so that I could taste myself. Then we just hugged and kissed for ages.

Undoubtedly it was the very best bi sex I'd ever had. She was an expert. And we still had a full week to spend together.

I stayed all night in her room. We talked loads, hugged and cuddled loads, but there was no more action. We didn't need to, we were well satisfied.

The only thing was I still hadn't seen Yvonne naked, and from what she had said, it didn't look like she was going to bare all when she got in the pool either.

In the daytime, Yvonne did all the holiday things. A boat trip, a day on the beach, some sightseeing, and of course we both went for a proper Turkish Bath. Gary was with us most of the time, but we did have some time to ourselves.

And I spent every night with Yvonne in her room. We never did any 69s, it was just me getting her and her getting me, but superbly and expertly. And always with the light off.

One morning over breakfast, Gary said he was going for a game of tennis. Yvonne told him it was her favourite game and that she belonged to a club back in England.

"If you have a racket that I could borrow, I would love to have a game," she said excitedly.

Gary made a couple of phone calls, and later on, I watched as Gary and one of his mates had a game of mixed doubles with Yvonne and Yasemin, the coach that Gary plays on a regular basis.

I have never been any good at tennis, but I could tell that the standard was pretty good. Yvonne partnered Gary's mate Steve while Gary and Yasemin paired up.

Two things came to my mind while I was watching. Firstly, how great Yvonne looked. I had lent her one of my badminton skirts, a pleated cream one. Her legs looked amazing, and she was very fast about the court.

The other thing that I noticed was the interaction between my hubby and Yasemin. There was a lot of touchy, feely stuff going on, and they were smiling and laughing a lot. They were speaking to each other in Turkish, so I didn't get a lot of what was being said.

And another thing I noticed was that she had lost a fair bit of weight. I had seen Yasemin before at the Sports Centre, and she looked a little on the heavy side, but now she had a really trim figure. She even wore a little navy blue skirt, but being Turkish, she wore a pair of leggings underneath.

After the game, we all ended up at Ray's bar. Four of us had a beer, and Yasemin just water, but we chatted for a while. Gary interpreted while Yasemin told Yvonne what a good player she was.

I introduced Yvonne to Ray. I had told her all about my affair with him. He couldn't avert his eyes from Yvonne's legs all the time they were talking, which wasn't long. But then I looked closely, and because of the way she was sitting on a barstool, she was actually flashing her panties.

Knowing how shy she was, I was pretty sure it wasn't intentional, so I whispered to her, and she quickly adjusted herself.

We went home for a shower and a swim after lunch. Gary disappeared off somewhere and left the two of us to enjoy the sun together.

We were both in our bikinis. We chatted about lots of things, and she thanked me for telling her about her pantie flashing. We got on to the subject of her shyness about nudity.

Apparently she had always been shy of her own body. She hated having her photo taken even fully clothed. It was one of the things that caused her relationship with Mike to end.

She told me she envied me being able to perform on film and so forth. And she envied my freedom with sex. And then she told me that I was one of the nicest people she had ever met.

That was lovely, and I repaid the compliment because I really did like her one hell of a lot.

"Come on then, Yvonne, join me," I said, standing up and taking my bikini top off ready for a swim. She thought about for a long time and stood up ready to dive in. Then she unclipped her top, threw it onto the sunbed and dived in.

I only got a very brief glimpse of her boobs before she hit the water. But it was lovely and cool in there, so we chatted while on tiptoes for a bit, then when it got uncomfortable, so I climbed the steps, and sat at the pool's edge with my feet dangling in.

I was very pleased that Yvonne did the same, and we sat side by side. I tried not to look at her boobs because I knew she was self-conscious and being topless was not the norm for her.

After three or four minutes chatting, I couldn't control myself any longer, and I turned and kissed her. She responded straight away, our tongues playing with each other and our boobs pressed hard against each other.

We were both ready for a bit more action, so we stood up and towelled each other dry. For the first time, I got a really good look at Yvonne's tits. They were perfect. A little larger than mine, yet firm with a lovely shape and nipples that were small and so suckable.

We dried ourselves as quickly as possible and I took her upstairs to our room. I love using our marital bed for fun. Our bikini bottoms were still wet of course, so they had to come off, and I got a bath towel for each of us.

While I dried myself, I looked at Yvonne. After all, it was the first time I had seen her naked. She was as lovely as I had imagined. Well, no, actually even better.

The towels were thrown aside, Yvonne lay down on top of the bed, and I went straight down on her. I was a little hurried, to be honest, but she was responding, urging me on with that posh voice of hers.

She played with her tits as I brought to her first cum with my tongue and fingers, and I just kept going until she had another one.

Then I laid down and waited for her to do the same to me. That's how it had been every night. But Yvonne has something different in mind.

She opened my legs and then knelt between them, positioning herself so that her lovely wet pussy was grinding itself against mine. This was a new experience for me.

But she was obviously very well practised at it. It felt wonderful. She was right on target all the time, thrusting herself against me.

I couldn't believe how good it felt. Her wet pussy and mine rubbing together. And watching her, naked and uninhibited was fantastic. She was in control, thrusting at me with little movements, her face contorted with pleasure.

The feelings I got from it were unbelievable. Our clits got together sometimes, and we were both panting, squealing and mouthing dirty things to each other as were worked towards our orgasms.

The filthy language in a posh accent was amusing, but there was no stopping either of us. Her actions got stronger and wilder, and we came at the same time.

Yvonne rolled off me, and we lay next to each other on the bed getting our breath back. We kissed and hugged for ages without saying a word to each other.

I started to move. I was going to finger her and lick her again. But she stopped and said, "Your turn to get on top now, Jill."

It was all new to me. But I did okay. Well, in fact, better than okay. I knelt between her lovely long legs and lowered myself onto her pussy. I had to adjust my position, but when our pussies eventually touched each other, I started gyrating my hips, and it felt great.

The feeling of being dominant and in control got to me. I was totally lost and worked my pussy against her harder and faster. It was just as good as the first time, and I was so turned on by watching what it was doing for Yvonne, who was now moving her hips in time to mine.

I came first, but only seconds before she did, and then I just collapsed on top of her, both of us sweating and spent. We just lay there for ages kissing and hugging. What a new experience it had been.

When we had recovered, we spent loads of time chatting and cuddling. It was wonderful that she felt confident enough not to cover up her nudity on our bed. She looked absolutely gorgeous, and I told her so.

What she told me next, absolutely astounded me. "You are only the second person to have seen me like this in my whole life," she admitted.

It turned out that her former husband was the only other one. With all others, including Mike, everything had to be at nighttime with the lights off.

I felt really flattered when she told me that. She just said that she felt really comfortable with me.

We had less than forty-eight hours before Yvonne's flight back to the UK. We spent nearly every minute in each other's company. A lot more orgasms, and a lot of chatting, finding out more stuff about each other.

When I dropped her off at the airport, we were both in tears as we hugged each other goodbye. We had no idea how long it would be before we saw each other again, but I now had more than one reason to go and visit Mike in England again.

What a busy few weeks in my ever-increasing sex life it had been. A big fall out with my regular girlfriend, two new incredibly lovely ladies to keep me happy on my bi side, great holiday sex with a much younger piece of "eye candy", a threesome in a hotel, and my young lover Ray seizing nearly every opportunity he had.

I just had a week to get ready for Ben's visit. What on earth were we going to find to do for ten days?