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Gary was a little miffed that I hadn't thought to ask for the film of my performance, so I planned to phone Bulent and ask him about it. But I didn't have to.

Bulent phoned me quite early the next morning, telling me that he had forgotten to give me my wages. I don't want to be paid for what I do, but he insists. The cash just goes to an animal charity.

Whether it was planned that way or not, I will never know, but it meant that we had to fix up a meet somewhere. We quickly arranged to go to the same hotel in Golhisar where we had spent a previous night of passion.

Bulent was very dirty on the phone again, asking what I was wearing, if Gary was listening, and telling me what he was going to do to me. As it happened, I only had a flimsy negligee on with nothing underneath because I had just got out of bed.

Gary was cuddling me from behind, and I felt his prick hard against me as Bulent described very loudly how he was going to make me cum.

"Ask him about the film," Gary whispered in my ear while tweaking my nipple through the thin material.

But yes, there was a film, and yes I could have a copy which he would bring along with the wages.

The conversation and anticipation of a night with Bulent made me feel very fruity, and I didn't resist as Gary fucked me from behind as I pushed against our office desk.

Neither of us realised that our pool cleaner had arrived, and although the net curtains were drawn, he must have heard the sounds that go with a good fuck. I had previously opened the patio door in there as the sun was already pretty hot.

I am such a naughty lady nowadays, and I pretended that I didn't know he was there as I walked out the back door wearing just the pale blue see-through negligee and a smile.

"Oh God Chris, I'm sorry. I didn't hear you come," I said, purposely giving him a good look before starting to go back indoors.

"No problem Jill," he answered. "But I'm sure I heard you cum."

I turned to face him again, laughed and said: "Well, he is a bit special, my Gary."

"Lucky man," was all he said, followed by "and so is the guy on the other end of your phone by the sounds of it."

Dangerous! We didn't want our friends and neighbours to know all about us, and Chris did a lot of their pools.

I had no idea how much he had heard, but still facing him, I said, "Chris, when you have finished, you'd better come in for a drink of water."

Because we know him quite well, Chris was definitely off-limits for me. But I had to try and make sure that he would keep his mouth shut about what he had heard.

I don't think our pool got a proper clean that morning. Chris was finished in a jiffy. Gary had gone upstairs, so I got us both a glass of water and beckoned for him to sit next to me on the settee.

"I have to ask you please, please, not to tell anyone about whatever you heard this morning, Chris," I pleaded

"Keeping quiet will be very difficult," he answered, looking straight at my boobs under the thin material. "You will have to make it worth my while."

It was an impossible situation really. But I had to try something. 

Chris was actually quite a good-looking guy in his forties and had a Thai lady as his partner. She was not a close friend of ours, but we would always have a chat when meeting her.

I untied the belt of my negligee, smiled, and started to unzip his shorts.

My pussy was still wet from Gary's attention, and Chris wasted no time on going down on me. His tongue was good and he brought me to a lovely cum before he fucked me. First, while I was laying down on my back, and then I straddled him and brought him to a noisy climax.

What a great start to the day. It wasn't even half-past eight and I had been fucked twice and arranged another good seeing to with Bulent later in the week.

Chris left and Gary came downstairs. He made us both a coffee, and we sat down to talk.

"I had to do something to try and convince him not to talk," I told Gary.

I expected Gary to be quite angry or at least a little worried, but he smiled, took hold of my hand, and reassured me.

Apparently, Gary had some "dirt" on Chris, so there was no way that he was going to broadcast anything about us because Gary knew something that would hurt Chris a lot more if it ever got out.

"So there was no need for me to let him fuck me then," I asked.

"No need at all Jill, but I think all three of us enjoyed it," he answered, smiling back at me.

We were in a chatty mood now. I wanted to know exactly what Gary had on Chris's past. He wouldn't tell me though. He changed the subject and told me that according to his journal, I was now up to seventy-one guys.

"I'd love you to make it a hundred," he announced.

I told Gary that I thought that was unachievable. After all, I was very busy with what was going on in my sex life already. Two regular girlfriends in Hazel and Yvonne, Ben, my regular holiday fuck, Mike in England, Emre the logman, Bulent, Ray my long-standing toy boy, and Patron Muzzy wanting to own me for two or three weeks on holiday.

"I know what you mean Jill, and I am very proud of you, but there is no harm in looking for other opportunities if they come your way," Gary told me.

We left it at that, but I was more than a little annoyed that there seemed to be no satisfying his cuckolding.

The next week was all action. On Monday evening, I drove over to Hazel's. That meant that I had more time to be with her, and also that I could dress myself up and put some make-up on.

I chose a plain burgundy dress with matching bra and panties and barely black hold-ups. I felt good. Not too outrageous, just smart, and more importantly, easy and quick to get off,

When I arrived, Hazel was wearing a little black dress, showing off her lovely long tanned legs. She greeted me at the front door and all I could say was "Wow"

We didn't waste any time. Opportunities for us were very limited, so we just went for it. There wasn't a lot of chatting, we just knew that we needed each other.

The sex was absolutely wonderful. Hazel knows exactly what to do to me and when to do it, and I'd like to think that she feels the same about me.

We didn't stop pleasuring each other for maybe three hours or so. It was fucking wonderful. I drove home, and I actually convinced myself that I was completely in love with her. Once a week on a Monday night was not enough for either of us.

When I got home, Gary was still awake and wanted to know all the details, but he was so pissed that he couldn't raise it, and I wasn't in the mood to help him.

I love being fucked by a good hard cock, but I was actually more interested in developing my bi side. I was getting so much pleasure from it, and I wanted more.

Gary was sound asleep, but my mind was very awake. I relived the wonderful sex I'd experienced with Hazel, and I began to play with myself, recalling the sight of her luscious nipples as I removed her little black bra.

I pictured her lovely green eyes smiling at me as she stripped me quickly and expertly, and it came to me as I rubbed my aching clit that her looks reminded me very much of Faye Dunaway in Chinatown. Her figure was identical, tall, slim and lissome, but probably her hair was a shade more auburn.

My orgasm came reliving her tongue making pretty patterns starting from my ankles, moving up my legs to the back of my knees, and then slowly and tantalisingly working its way up my wetness.

It was a quick and satisfying cum that I had brought myself to, and I fell asleep convincing myself that I was now more lesbian than ever. I had Hazel, Yvonne and Ozlem who were all wonderful lovers, and I wanted more of that. Gary could go stuff himself about his plan for me to make it to one hundred different cocks in my pussy.

I awoke in the morning feeling wonderful. Opening my mail, I had a lovely message from Yvonne. It was chatty and informative and quite humorous in places. But the best thing was that she was asking what Turkey was like in December because she had a week where she could come and visit.

There was no time to dwell too much on that, however. It was Tuesday morning, the villa was a tip, and I was meeting Bulent that evening too.

So, it was a quick trip to the shops, housework, and straight down to packing and getting myself ready.

In spite of my increasing desire to fulfill more on my bi side, I was looking forward to seeing Bulent at the hotel. He is a very good and considerate lover, and I actually like him as a person as well.

When I pulled up outside the hotel and saw his car in the car park, I was already back in the mood for a good stiff cock. I didn't have to wait long either. Bulent was already waiting in the foyer, and carried my case for me into the lift, and showed me to his room.

The gentleman that he was, Bulent asked if I would like to eat first. I told him that we could eat "in-between", which brought a smile to his face.

We were straight at it, hungrily stripping each other while tongue flicking. He left my suspenders and stockings on, but I stripped him of everything. We almost ran to the bed, and in no time we were in a sixty-nine.

Bulent's thumb was playing with my bum hole while he licked and fingered me, and I couldn't give his lovely hard-on enough attention with my tongue. I had forgotten how good he was, and I had a wonderful noisy cum very quickly.

His athleticism was astounding. He moved me around into so many different positions. Some of them were a little painful, but I didn't complain, as wave after wave of lovely feelings pulsing through my body made me forget any pain.

I also forgot that a bum fuck was supposed to be off-limits for anyone apart from Patron Muzzy. I didn't want to stop him, and I don't suppose I could have if I had wanted. Everything felt so good, and I had loads more cums before he finally pulled out of my bum and shot his load over my cheeks and gently massaged it all over me.

We showered together and then got ourselves ready to go out for a meal. He was taking me to a restaurant rather than eat in the hotel. But before we left, Bulent handed me a large envelope. "Your wages, and two DVDs," he told me.

I crammed it into my handbag, which fortunately was a very big one, but realising the situation, he took it back from me and put it in his safe in the hotel room.

Bulent drove for about ten minutes to a typically Turkish restaurant. The evening was getting cool, so he took me inside rather than eat at the tables outside.

We had finished our starters and were halfway through our main course when we were joined at the table by a guy that I recognised immediately. The guy had been part of both my gang bangs and was the one who was controlling everything and everybody at that last one.

"This is Ufuk," said Bulent. "He wants to talk to you, and I have agreed to translate for you," he continued.

It's not an uncommon name here, so I managed to keep a straight face, and smiled as he sat down at our table. He looked very smart in a navy suit, shirt and tie. He was clean-shaven and smelt of a pleasant cologne.

While I finished my meal, Ufuk spoke quietly for quite a long time, and then Bulent turned to me and without hesitation told me what Ufuk had said, looking intently into my eyes as he did so.

Apparently, my reputation had spread quickly through friends of Ufuk, and he wanted to know if I would be happy to do private gang bangs for him.

I felt myself blush as  Bulent came to the end of his translation, and they both looked at me waiting to hear what I would say.

It was a very strange situation. I was actually in quite a hurry to get back to the hotel and let Bulent ravish me again. I had been thinking about nothing else throughout our meal. Not long ago I had told Gary that he could "go fuck himself" after he had told me that he wanted me to make it to a hundred different cocks, yet here was a chance to experience quite a few more being handed to me on a plate.

It must have seemed like an age to them both before I replied, but eventually, I looked Ufuk in the eyes and said, "Yes, that sounds like a lovely idea."

Bulent didn't need to translate. I asked some questions about where, when and how often, and the answers did require help from him.

It would happen at Ufuk's house in a place called Altinyayla. I knew that wasn't too far away from where we were. The numbers weren't definite, although he had six lined up already, and although nothing had been arranged timewise, the first one could be arranged very quickly if I was agreeable.

The last bit of translation that Bulent did for me told me that Ufuk wanted the same sort of arrangement as the last gang bang. Orderly, only two on me at a time, and oral sex as well as fucks. That thought made me blush a little more, and I was really pleased that nobody was sitting very close to us.

Then we all left. Ufuk going one way, and Bulent and I back to our hotel room as quickly as possible. The thought of it all had made me even randier, and we wasted no time getting down to action again. No words. Our clothes were off in a flash, and we were on the bed in a sixty-nine again straightaway.

Somehow, the conversation earlier must have turned Bulent on too, because he was rampant and far more impatient than usual. But what a session it was! I don't think I have ever been pushed into so many different positions on one bed before. And without talking about it, we went into edging, both of us stopping just before orgasms time and time again.

It couldn't last forever, however, and we noisily climaxed together while he was fucking me doggy fashion. He didn't pull out, and I didn't want him to. It had to rank as one of my best fucks ever.

We both needed a cigarette, so we went out onto a very small balcony that overlooked some agricultural land with some chickens running about. There was no sign of life apart from the chickens, so we happily smoked a couple of cigarettes without a stitch on.

There was a cool breeze. We chatted about sexy things, and Bulent kept complimenting me on how I looked, but more on how good he thought I was in bed.

Because the balcony was so small, we were very close to each other, and the cool air and the chat made my nipples very erect. Bulent noticed, and immediately began running his lovely tongue all around both of them.

I felt his cock getting hard against me. He grasped me around my waist, picked me up, and lowered me onto him. I was amazed that we were both ready for another fuck as quickly, but we certainly were.

There we were performing in front of an audience of chickens. It was dusk, and we didn't see anyone else out there. It was all very quick as I came noisily with Bulent's cock still thrusting urgently inside me. Bulent didn't cum himself that time. I think he was saving it for later. After all, we had all night together.

And what a night it was. We couldn't leave each other alone. If we got two hours of sleep, that was about all. Bulent was so strong and athletic, and some positions were new to me. I was literally shagged out, but with a huge smile on my face.

When I woke up in the morning, Bulent was already showered and dressed. He told me that he had a busy day coming up, and apologised that he couldn't stop long after breakfast, so I got myself ready as quickly as I could, and we went down to the dining room.

We had just started eating when Bulent's had a call on his mobile. He wandered away from the table to talk. A few minutes later he returned, sat down and asked me if I could go to Ufuk's house later.

Apparently, if I was up for it, there were six guys plus Ufuk himself who could be at his house in the afternoon.

"But I don't know where he lives," I said.

"If you want to go, you can follow me in your car," Bulent replied.

Strangely, I just finished my breakfast without saying another word. But my mind was working overtime. Should I? What would I wear? Would Gary mind if I was very late home?

However, the thought of six new and strange tongues getting me, and six more cocks for hubby to add to his journal made it an easy decision in the end.

I looked Bulent directly in the eyes and said: " well yes if you will show me the way, I will go."

"OK," Bulent replied, "Order some more coffee, I have a few things to tidy up, but I'll be back with you in a few minutes."

About twenty minutes later, he reappeared, smiling, handed me my "wages" envelope which had been in his safe, went to reception to pay his bill, and gestured for me to follow him out of the hotel to the car park.

It took less than half an hour to get to Ufuk's place. My God, it was a large mansion. Some automatic and very ornamental gates opened. and I followed Bulent's car along a very long driveway and parked next to him on a gravel car park.

Ufuk appeared at the large front door, Bulent exchanged a few words with him. Then he came to my car door and explained that he had to go and that the guys weren't coming for a couple of hours. Ufuk would look after me in the meantime.

I didn't get a kiss goodbye, and Bulent drove off quickly back down the drive and out of the gates.

I wasn't sure what to expect. Ufuk had me to himself for two hours or so. Any conversation was going to be difficult too. But I got out of my car and he walked over to greet me.

To my amazement, I found that I could understand him pretty well. He spoke very clearly and slowly. He helped me get my suitcase out of the boot and carried it through the front door, asking me to follow him.

He put my suitcase down and asked me if I would like to look around his house. It was big, tastefully decorated, warm and homely. There were two living rooms, one of them with a huge stone fireplace, a dining room and a study.

We went together through a door into a wonderful kitchen. It had everything including a walk-in larder.

But that wasn't all. Emptying the dishwasher was a lady. Ufuk introduced me, it was his wife and her name was Ugras (the g is silent, so it's pronounced Uras)

So there was I, soon to be fucked by Ufuk and six mates of his, and he leads me straight to his wife.

Ugras had a lovely smile, and I could understand her quite well too. I was offered a cup of coffee and biscuits while I sat at the kitchen table, and Ufuk left us, explaining that he had several things to do.

When the coffee was all gone, Ugras asked if I would like her to show me around the garden. I told her that I would love to.

It was immense and so pretty. There was a stream running through it with a small manmade waterfall at one end. There were many different colourful flowers and a lawned area with a playground.

Their house was at one end of the grounds, but there were two other stone-built outbuildings. She didn't show me inside them, and I thought it better not to ask with my limited Turkish.

Back in the kitchen sometime later, Ugras said that she knew what I had come to their house for and that it was OK with her. She and Ufuk had an understanding.

I am sure that I blushed when she told me that, but the conversation carried on very well as we found out a little more about each other.

They had been married for over twenty years and had three children. They were both originally from Istanbul but had lived down in the south-west of Turkey for a long time.

Ufuk appeared again and told me he would show me my room and where I would be working. He actually took me by the hand and led me back out into the garden and straight to the first outbuilding.

He led me upstairs to a double bedroom with en suite facilities, and there was my suitcase on a table at the bottom of the bed. Then he took me downstairs again. It was mainly just one big room with a couple of small rooms off it at one end. There was a pool table, a dartboard, and four very ornate marble tables with backgammon boards cut into the tops.

So, it was a games room. But there wasn't really anywhere for my sort of games, and a look of bewilderment must have shown on my face. Ufuk explained that a big double bed was on the way and some chairs too. He showed me where the bed would go and asked if that was OK.

I told him that it was fine, so he suggested that I went to my room to get myself ready. "My friends will be here in about one hour," he announced. Then he asked if he could see what I would be wearing.

That hadn't really crossed my mind, but he came back upstairs with me and I opened my suitcase.

Quickly, I found a shiny red dress, short, but not ridiculously so, then a front fastening black bra with matching panties and suspender belt, and a pair of barely black stockings.

Ufuk had a puzzled look on his face and I asked if he didn't like what I had chosen.

"Oh no, they are fine, you will look lovely in them," he started, but there will be seven of us and I wanted each one to be able to take one thing off you, and you only have six."

I understood him and told him I would have a pair of shoes on too. But apparently, that wouldn't do, with the Turkish thing about not wearing shoes indoors. I suddenly felt I had probably insulted them both by not taking my shoes off when I arrived.

Rummaging through my case, I found a little black half-slip that I could wear under the dress. I picked it up and showed Ufuk, and he smiled and gave me a thumbs up.

So, he had made it clear that I wouldn't be doing a striptease this time, but that the guys would be stripping me themselves. I actually quite liked the idea of that.

Ufuk was also very clear that "the rules" would be the same as my last gang bang. Taking it in turns with two guys on me at a time, oral sex first and then fucks to finish. Bulent had already told me that, but it was great to have it confirmed.

My head was spinning at the thought, and that wonderful warm and damp sensation was already starting. It was quite amazing how wanton I had become.

He left me to get myself changed and made up and told me that he would message me when everybody was ready to start. I took my time, but when I had finished, I was pleased with the look and I couldn't wait to get started.

I got excited when I heard some cars arriving on the gravel outside, and sure enough, minutes later, my phone pinged, and I got the message to make my entrance.

There was now a king-size bed in the room, and two very large mirrors had appeared from somewhere. The guys were all standing close together, and Ufuk came and took my hand and introduced me to them all one by one as if it was a party.

Two of the guys were dressed in business suits like Ufuk, and the others were all casually dressed. They were all middle-aged, and I couldn't believe my luck at how fanciable they all were.

But one guy, in particular, stood out from the rest. He was really tall and well built, and definitely of African/Caribbean descent. I had been introduced to all of them, but his name was the only one I remembered, Thomas.

Ufuk asked if I was ready, and I smiled and nodded. All the guys got their kit off, and as soon as that was done, Ufuk unzipped my dress at the back and slid it down so that I could step out of it.

As planned, each guy removed one bit of clothing. They were all very well behaved and waited their turn patiently.

I expected my half-slip to be the next thing off, but the guy went for my bra, found the clasp at the front, and threw it to the floor. I was so pleased that my boobs had stayed the test of time, and there were some lovely noises of appreciation. I was already loving the attention, and my nipples were erect in anticipation.

The slip was next to be removed. This guy knelt down, and as he lowered it down my legs he pushed his nose against my panties.

The next two guys followed suit, kneeling as they removed my stockings, and one of them tantalised me by stroking the bare leg while taking the second stocking off.

I was left with just a suspender belt and panties. There were a lot of remarks and even some clapping, but I think I was more excited than they were. I was really wet already.

Thomas was the one to take my suspenders off. He stood up, and I felt his big hands find the clip. He held onto the belt for quite a while and pressed his body against me before throwing it aside and backing off.

I got the bed and lay on my back to make it nice and easy for the last guy to take my panties off. Disappointingly, he was very quick at getting them down and over my legs, but he did make a point of holding them up in the air and swinging them around before throwing them as far as he could.

It was time for the real fun to begin, and Ufuk showed all his mates the way by going down on me. He was good again, and I was really well turned on by the time one of the guys shoved his cock towards my face. It was quite a small cock, but I worked on it with my lips and tongue as well as I could because the feelings from Ufuk's tongue and fingers had really got me going.

It went pretty much as planned from then on, with different guys going down on me, each trying to make me more responsive than the last one, and a variety of cocks for me to suck and lick.

But it all went haywire when it was Thomas's turn to go down on me. He motioned for me to sit up, and I understood immediately that he wanted me to sit on his face. So I did.

He had a remarkable tongue. It was so strong and powerful. His arms were around my waist pulling me down onto his tongue, while I sucked another guy's cock.

Thomas brought me to a cum very quickly, and then he just got better and better with his tongue. It was sheer heaven. I came time after time, screaming and yelling and sucking harder and harder on the cock that was in front of me.

My whole body tingled, and I was very noisy. It seemed to destroy everyone's patience, and before I knew it, all the guys were trying to touch me somewhere.

Thomas eventually stopped, and I lay down on my back again, wantonly wanting all these guys to get me at once. And they did. I had hands and tongues all over me while two guys took turns  fucking my mouth.

I was completely lost, and they all could have fucked me there and then, but apart from tongues and fingers, nothing else entered my aching pussy.

But, when it came to the actual fucking, it all returned to the orderly, rearranged thing of one at a time, any way they wanted. I'm afraid I can't remember in which order they all fucked me, or even what position they took me in, but I know I loved it all, and I remember that the size of Thomas's black cock wasn't as big as I expected. But, Oh! that lovely strong tongue of his!

I was completely and utterly spent. There was cum all over me, in my hair, over my tits, and my belly, and I could feel some in the crease of my bum.

All the guys were getting their kit back on, and I blew them all a kiss as I walked naked to the bathroom. The shower was brilliant and I felt a little rejuvenated by the time I got dressed and made up.

Ufuk was the only one left in the games room when I went back. Not a word was spoken as he took me by the hand and led me back into the main house. Ugras appeared with some coffee and biscuits, and the three of us then started talking as best we could.

In front of his wife, Ufuk then complimented me and told me that all of the guys were very happy. I told them that I was happy too.

Ugras then got up, went to a sideboard and handed an envelope to me, telling me that the guys had held a collection for me. I tried to tell them that I don't do it for money, but they insisted that I took it, so it went straight into my handbag.

As she lent forward over my shoulder handing me the envelope, her hand stayed a lot longer than necessary close to my neck. I looked back up towards her, and we had a knowing smile.

But nothing more happened. It was past three o'clock in the afternoon, and I had to get back to Gary, ninety minutes drive away.

Ufuk said he would get in touch as soon as he had some more guys lined up and asked if I was still OK with the same sort of arrangement.

"Very much so," I said as I stood up, smiled at them both and made my way towards the front door. Ufuk picked my suitcase up and followed me out to my car.

"I think my wife really likes you," he told me as he put the case in my boot.

"I know, and you can tell her that I really like her too," I replied, grinning at him.

Amazed at how good my Turkish conversation was getting, I started my drive home, trying to get clear in my mind all that had happened since I left home so that I could tell Gary all the details.

There was so much more to come from this arrangement, and the list of things to look forward to was just getting longer and longer.

And that included Ugras, almost certainly. I hoped it would not be too long before I sampled some more bisexual pleasure.

My thoughts on the way home were mixed. I had enjoyed the gang bang again, and certainly was looking forward to some more. But I did miss the feeling of performing in front of a larger audience.

The night with Bulent had been wonderful too, but overriding all that was the anticipation of finding out exactly what Ugras was like. I had only seen her dressed in traditional Turkish gear, which gave me no idea what her figure was like. But that smile was very promising!