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I couldn't believe how much I had enjoyed my first adventure on my bi side with Mary. I had been very much against same-sex relations all my life for some reason. Probably just my upbringing.
Now, I had experienced another lady bringing me to several orgasms, and I had repaid her the same way. Not only that, but she was beautiful.
When I told Gary, my hubby, all about it, it drove him wild. It was pretty clear that both hubby and I wanted more of it, and we were both very impatient about it.
Mary and I both had the same Master, and I was going to wait until I got a message from him, but when I hadn't heard from him for a few days, Gary urged me to contact Mary myself. I didn't have to. The very next morning Mary phoned me.
Firstly, she asked if I had heard anything from our Master, and when I told her that I hadn't, she asked to meet her for a cup of coffee and a chat. The next morning, I drove into town. I didn't know whether it was just a coffee and chat that Mary had in mind, so I dressed normally in a pair of slacks and a cardigan.
I had taken care of my makeup and still felt pretty good about myself, even if it wasn't sexy gear. I was at the cafe first, so found a table and ordered an Americano. I had just taken my first sip when Mary arrived. She was dressed very similarly to me, and she looked perfect. She had such a lovely figure.
She ordered a Latte, and after brief small talk, she told me the reason that she wanted a chat. She had heard from a friend that our Master was in trouble with the police, and had disappeared.
The disappointment that I felt at this bit of news was overpowering and I was close to tears. Mary was visibly upset too. We started talking about what we could do. My young lover Ray was a friend of his. After all, that's how we met when we had a threesome at Ray's love nest.
So, I told Mary that I would make inquiries down that road. Mary wanted to go and see if there was anyone to talk to at his apartment.
We finished our coffees and made our way to the apartment. It was locked up, and no answer at the door, but a guy came to talk to us, and asked what we wanted.
He turned out to be the landlord. Our Master had rented the apartment, and according to the guy, he had left with some rent owing. We said we were friends, but didn't know where he was, but told him that we had left some of our stuff inside. If he would let us in, we could get it, and at the same time, see if we could find out any clues to his whereabouts.
He took some persuading, but using our feminine charm on him, he eventually let us in. We asked if we could have an hour to try and find some clues, and he said we could have thirty minutes.
We took five minutes looking for clues, all to no avail. But we did find a drawer full of sex toys, two of which I had already used! Mary also found his camera. She removed the sim card and put it in her handbag.
He had obviously left in a hurry. His wardrobe still had plenty of clothes left. The only clue we found was a pile of business cards which were obviously his, with a phone number on it that we didn't know about. We helped ourselves to a couple each. There was no personal name on the card, just a business name.
We tried the phone number, it went straight to messaging. I also phoned Ray. He had heard the same as Mary, that Master was in trouble with the police, but he didn't know where he was.
So, we decided to leave. We felt helpless. Mary found a carrier bag, and we put all the toys in it and made our way out. We thanked the landlord and told him we had no idea where he was, and that we hadn't found any clues, apart from the business cards. We gave him one as we left.
Mary looked at me. We were both very sad, but she said that we might as well cheer ourselves up, and find out what some of those toys did. "Coming back to my pad?" she said.
"Show me the way," I said. Her apartment was only a ten-minute walk away. Mary made us both a mug of coffee, and we sat together on her settee, and for the first time, had a really good chat, finding out a bit more about each other.
She was originally from Belfast but had spent most of her life in the London area. She married quite young, but the guy turned out to be a bully and a wife beater. She had stuck with him for over twenty years though.
After divorcing him, she paired up with a widower, and they had come out to Turkey to make a new life together. He couldn't settle, and they split, leaving her here in Turkey on her own. But she had some friends here and had decided she was going to make a life for herself out there, despite the lack of a partner.
She had only met our Master six or seven weeks earlier but was hoping they could have a relationship. She really liked him in spite of his dominance, and obvious sexual appetite.
I was very frank about my relationship with Gary. She was amazed, and couldn't understand the concept of a husband that wanted his wife to be fucked by other men, and now, apparently by ladies too.
Coffee finished, we were quiet for a second, and then we cuddled. It had been a trying morning, and we both needed a bit of comfort. We just squeezed each other really tight. When I saw a tear in Mary's eye, I gently wiped it from her cheek with my finger and then kissed her where the tear had been.
I was the first to go for a real kiss though. I moved from her cheek to her mouth. She yielded straightaway, and we had a passionate kiss that went on and on, our tongues playing wildly with each other. We stopped for breath. Mary stood up, pulled me up, and said, "Come on Jill, we have to find out what some of these toys do!"
She picked up the carrier bag and led me to the bedroom. We started looking at what we had. A lot of it was stuff for the bum. Butt plugs, and other things I had no idea what they were called, or how to use them. I shook my head. Then we found, unused and still in its box, a clitoral vibrator, and stimulator.
It was only small but had many settings, and a Duracell battery already fitted. Mary looked at me inquisitively, and I smiled and nodded.
We couldn't get our gear off quickly enough. But we both stripped completely and got on the bed together. Mary had hold of the toy, but she put it to one side while we explored each other's bodies. We teased each other's boobs, sucked on ear lobes. I turned around, and we traced patterns up and down each other's legs.
She was such a beautiful woman. I couldn't leave her alone. Our tongues moved naturally all the way up our legs, and we found each other's pussy lips at the same time.
Mary reached out for the toy, very adeptly turned it on, and teased me with it. She ran it over both my pussy lips, then down towards my bum hole, and then, at last, on to my clit. bloody hell, it was good! The sensations were making me really go to town on Mary's pussy, my tongue working overtime, and I moved a little so that I could get my fingers into her.
She changed the setting on the toy, and it was even better. I was making a lot of noise. I was very close to cumming, and I think Mary was too. She was breathing very hard, making little whimpers, and gasping frequently. I lost control of myself as I came. My fingers were really pounding her, and I put in a third finger, while my tongue could feel the wetness on her pussy lips as I licked her clit
Mary only lasted a few seconds longer than me. For a short time, we lay together, not saying a word, and getting our breath back. I really wanted a cigarette, but Mary wasn't a smoker, and I couldn't really go outside for one with nothing on but a smile.
My mind was soon on other things though as Mary said, "Well, what was the toy like then?"
"Time for you to find out," I said, and I picked it up, moved down the bed, and started on Mary again. I teased her by switching it on, but holding it away from her, while I licked her pussy again. Mary got to work on my boobs with her tongue.
Then, I could tease her no longer, and I held the toy against her clit. She responded immediately and bucked her hips up off the bed. I licked her, and I could taste the sweet cum she had had a few minutes ago. Now it was time to see how Mary liked the toy, and I let it vibrate on her clitoris. For a short while, it seemed to me that it wasn't really doing much for her.
I changed the setting. Oh! yes, that did the trick! Mary suddenly went wild. She was lifting her bum off the bed and gyrating her hips at the same time. I found it really difficult to keep my tongue in her pussy, but I managed, pushing it as far as I could up her soaking wet hole.
There was no whimpering noises this time, but deep, guttural groans from way down her throat. The groans got louder and longer until she burst into a cum. It was a long and wet cum, and it was warm and sweet tasting.
I kept on licking her down there for ages, but turned the toy off, and tossed it aside. Gradually, she subsided, and as soon as she could speak, she came out with the dirtiest talk about what I had just done to her, and about what she was going to do to me. I found that a great turn on.
We stopped, and just gave each other a really tight hug, our perspiring bodies locked together. We were silent for a long while, enjoying the pleasant sensation of our naked bodies being so close. I hadn't realized that two ladies together could be this fulfilling, and we continued, without using any of the toys, for another couple of hours.
All good things have to come to an end, and we showered together, dried and got dressed, and I made my way home.
Gary was all ears as I told him how things had progressed between Mary and I. Strangely though. he didn't get completely carried away this time. There was a good reason though. He went through to our office in the villa and came back with a newspaper. It was the local paper, which comes out once a week, all in Turkish.
There, on the front page, was a photo of my Master, with two other guys that I didn't know. My Turkish wasn't brilliant, but I knew a little. Gary's language skills are a lot better than mine, so I asked him what it was all about.
The three guys, who were all named, had been deported for working in Turkey without a work permit. The Turkish authorities don't muck about with that sort of thing, and it's a police escort to the airport, and next plane home. And usually a ten-year ban on re-entering the country.
So that was it. Just two meetings with my Master as a submissive, and it's all taken away from me.
I phoned Mary and told her the news. We had sort of expected bad news, but not quite that bad. We agreed that we had to get together and talk about it, but we didn't fix up a date.
I was moping for a couple of days. I even turned down a visit to the love nest with Ray. Gary got fed up with my mood, and we sat down after dinner and talked things through.
There were ways of trying to find another Master. Maybe a contact site for example, but we both agreed it would be unlikely to find a local one. Gary went down another track, the true cuckolding mode coming to the fore.
He told me he was really happy with how things had developed. After all, I now had both Ray and Mary as partners. When I told him how brilliant I was feeling about it all, he suggested we take it a stage further. He wanted me to join a swinging site, looking for guys to come out for a sexy holiday with me, staying with us if necessary.
Also, he told me that I should go out "on the pull." He knew of a club in Fethiye, where Friday nights was the night it all happened, and that I should try it.
That second suggestion didn't really appeal to me. But the first one did, and I could look for a bit of submissiveness at the same time. So, the next day, I joined a site. Gary helped me with how to phrase things and chose the photos to put on. The narrative made it pretty clear what I was looking for.
Within forty-eight hours, I was inundated with replies. It did make me feel good, but we were going to have to sort the wheat from the chaff. A lot of the replies were from guys who thought that a photo of their cock would be enough.
In the end, I chose just one favourite, and two others as backups. I started swapping messages with the guy, whose name was Ben. He lived on the outskirts of London.
In no time, we were talking to each other on Skype, and then in a chat room on the swinging site. Gary, of course, was very interested, but the chats were all in private. I just told him that Ben and I were getting on OK.
The chats got more and more sexy. Ben asked very personal questions about what I liked and disliked. He told me in no uncertain terms what he wanted to do to me. It was making me very randy, and one evening, I just came out with it. "Well, you're welcome to come and stay with us if you really want to do those things to me," I told him.
I couldn't believe how forward I had been. But he sounded very keen, and he told me he would see what time he could get off work. I told Gary how things had developed, and when he found out how wet our chat had made me, we went straight to the settee and made out.
For the next couple of days, I was questioning myself on how things were developing and wondered if I had gone too far. But when I had a call from Ben to tell me he had booked a flight in six weeks' time and was going to stay with us for a week, there was no turning back anyway.
The thought of a whole week having wild sex with a guy I had never actually met made me even randier. I messaged Ray a couple of hours later because I really wanted to be laid. Luckily, he wasn't too busy, and by midnight, we were bringing each other to orgasms. I was very naughty because I was thinking of images of Ben while Ray was fucking me.
The very next day, I got together with Mary again at her place. I couldn't believe how rampant I had become. The more I was getting, the more I wanted. Then, just a couple of days later, and still with five weeks to go before Ben arrived, something else happened which confirmed what a wanton woman I had become.
I went shopping in Fethiye. I drove our car to a big supermarket to restock our larder. It was hot and sunny, so I was wearing a vest top, plain lime green, and black skirt, not a mini, but just above the knee.
I filled my trolley and made my way to the checkout. It was very busy, and there was a small queue at all the checkouts. I was behind a guy who was pretty obviously on holiday. When it came to his turn, the checkout girl asked him in Turkish if he had a loyalty card. He hadn't, so I lent him mine. I had already got mine out of my purse in readiness.
The guy thanked me, and then the checkout assistant spoke to him again. Of course, he didn't understand any of it, but I managed to translate for him. He had bought six bottles of beer, and if he bought another two, he could get four more bottles free. Twelve for the price of eight was a very good offer.
I waited while he went and fetched some more, then he packed up and paid, and it was my turn. After I had paid and pushed my trolley out into the car park, the guy was waiting for me. He wanted to thank me for my help. Then he asked if he could help me with my shopping, lifted four carrier bags out of my trolley, and walked with me to my car, where I put everything in the boot.
The guy's stuff was all still in his trolley. I thanked him for his help and asked what he was going to do with his shopping, and he told me he was going to get a taxi.
He asked if he could buy me a coffee in return for my help in the supermarket. There's a coffee shop attached to the side of the supermarket, so I told him he could put his stuff in my boot while we had a drink.
We exchanged pleasantries over a coffee. His name was Alan, and he was on a "lads" holiday with three other guys. They had gone to have a go at paragliding, and he didn't fancy that, so had volunteered to stock their holiday home up.
Alan was very interested on the fact that we lived out here. He had been to Turkey once before but had never considered it as a place to live.
He turned out to be quite an interesting guy. He was probably in his mid-forties, average build, nice blue eyes, and a mustache, which I didn't think really suited him.
I hadn't even considered this chance encounter as anything more than just being helpful. But that all changed, as he started to ask more personal questions, and also began to say really nice things about the way I looked. He was coming on to me!
I was wondering whether, when a lady becomes wanton, it really communicates to others. I should have appeared like an everyday housewife going about her business, and here was a holidaymaker making moves on me.
We finished our drinks, and Alan paid the bill. When we got outside, I asked him where their holiday villa was. It was about twenty minutes out of my way, but I said, "well, seeing as your shopping is in my boot, I may as well drop you and your goodies back."
"That would be so kind of you," he said. "Are you sure you don't mind?"
I hadn't imagined the signs I was getting from him, and this was confirmed when his hand starting rubbing my leg on the way back. It felt good too.
We arrived at the villa. It was a nice one too - private pool, big garden, and not overlooked. I waited in the kitchen while he fetched his shopping, then lent out of the back door, and locked the car with my remote.
The shopping never got put away. He just left it on the kitchen floor and pounced on me. His hands were all over me, and I responded to his tongue straightaway.
His hand went straight up my vest top, and he pulled my bra down far enough so that he could get to my nipple. I didn't try to stop him. He picked me up, one arm under my legs, and I held on round his neck. He carried me up the stairs and into a bedroom.
He stripped me completely, rather hurriedly. Vest top, bra, skirt, knickers, were all cast aside, and I stepped easily out of my sandals and lay on his bed while he stripped. He had a nice body, with a bit of a six-pack, and really fit looking shoulders and arms.
There was a little bit of foreplay. I loved the feel of his tongue and lips on my very erect nipples, and when he went down on my mound, I was in heaven.
He stopped before I reached a cum, but I was well in the mood now, so I gave him a blow job, at the same time slowly and gently wanking him. I sucked on his balls too.
He was very hard, but he pulled away a little, and then he opened a bedside cabinet, pulled out a condom, asked me to put it on for him, and then he fucked me. Slowly at first, and all in the missionary position, but then faster and faster as he shot his load.
I still hadn't cum. I was a bit disappointed that he had used a condom, but I suppose he was being careful and considerate. Because I hadn't cum, I started to play with myself.
Luckily, Alan knew what I wanted, went down on me, and fingered and licked me to a good cum.
"How long are you out here for?" I asked with a twinkle in my eye.
"Ten days," he said. We swapped phone numbers there and then, and we both got dressed, and I drove home, a very happy and satisfied lady.
I told Gary all about this chance encounter that evening. Of course, he was really turned on by my description, and we didn't even wait until bedtime. He just pulled me outside to one of the sunbeds on the patio, pulled my skirt up and knickers down, and had his wicked way with me.
Later, we evaluated exactly where we were. I now had Ray and Mary as regular lovers, a guy coming over from the UK for a week's sexy fun in five weeks time, and I had proved that I could pick up a guy for casual sex without really trying. And that guy was around for another ten days or so.
In between all this, hubby Gary was so turned on by all the events that he couldn't leave me alone either. I have to admit, I was loving it all. I was trapped in a sensual whirl. In my mind, I wondered if I was becoming addicted to sex.
Even if my hubby asked me to stop, I don't think I could now. And I had so much more to look forward to.
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