The hot sun beat down as Jim and Sally alighted from the coach that had brought them from the airport to their holiday destination. As they stood waiting for their luggage, gazing at the accommodation, both had vivid memories of their previous visit - a most unusual and very exciting summer break.
Sally, felt more than a little nervous. On their last visit she had lost control, exhibiting her nakedness to a much older man, teasing and arousing him beyond what would be considered decent. Had she met this man in any other situation she'd never have dared appear before him totally nude - and certainly would never have allowed the teasing to progress to being fucked by him. Never, in her wildest fantasies would she have expected to ever meet up with the old man again: and this is why she felt butterflies in her stomach, nervousness mixed with more than a tinge of sexual excitement at the thought of again meeting up with the man whose cock she had enjoyed - the older charismatic and well-endowed Den.
Of course this wouldn't be happening had her infidelities been kept secret from her husband. But those little indiscretions on the balcony, some while he was down at the pool, but others while he was actually in the apartment, had been too many to go unnoticed. Both husband and wife had agreed how out of character it was for Sally to take this flirting to such an extreme.
'I would never have dared do anything like this at home!' Sally had exclaimed, more than once.
In fact, since the day they left to return home when Jim slipped a note and contact details under Den's door, Sally had fought a battle inside her head - a war between her sense of proportion and acceptable behaviour against an overwhelming urge to agree to what Jim desired. That desire was that they meet up again with Den so he can enjoy the taboo and some would say, perverted sexual pleasure of watching his wife being fucked by another man. Den, being the extroverted man he was, exuding oodles of confidence had replied to Jim's missive and the result was they would arrange to stay in the same holiday apartments. And here they were.
Being nowhere near peak season the resort was fairly quiet, which suited the couple, especially Jim, who welcomed the space he would have when he had his daily swim in the pool. He did though; hope there'd be enough lecherous men around to ogle Sally's tits, when he persuaded her to sit by the pool, topless. But for now, as the light was fading, they had unpacked and strolled out to a nearby taverna to get something to eat, and then relax with a drink or two. Jim was delighted that Sally immediately got into the holiday mood by going without bra and wearing the thinnest of t-shirts, with a little mini skirt. He was already feeling his cock grow, anticipating what the days ahead would bring - and had already noticed men eyeing up his wife. Not surprising as her ample unsupported breasts wobbled and swung from side to side as they wandered down the narrow thoroughfare.
Thoughts of Den disappeared as the couple concentrated on which dishes to sample from the extensive menu. Whilst Jim ordered a local beer and Sally a lager, both chose to get in the holiday mood by downing the customary free glass of ouzo. Drinking on an empty stomach, while waiting for their food, it didn't take long for Sally to totally relax.
They enjoyed their meal then decided to move across the street to a bar that looked very welcoming. Traditional Greek music played in the background as they chose a table and were served very promptly by a genial waiter. Now both in holiday mode and hardly a hundred yards away from their apartment they stopped caring about rationing their drinks. In the bar, Sally's braless breasts were attracting much more attention - she pretended not to notice but her large nipples, always the giveaway, became very erect. If they had been at home in their local pub, where everyone knew them, she'd have felt very uncomfortable to the point of wanting to leave. But the holiday atmosphere and a couple of drinks had cancelled out any self consciousness - precisely the thing that had made her misbehave on previous occasions - especially the holiday they had last year!
They chatted away and enjoyed the small troupe of Greek dancers providing a little entertainment. Jim covertly let his eyes sweep the room noticing how many men were lusting over his wife - but also himself lusting over the scantily clad, carelessly sat, thighs wide apart, tanned female holiday makers, many more daring than Sally. Like many holiday locations it was a voyeur's paradise.
Suddenly above the music and loud chatter, Sally and Jim heard the familiar raucous tone of a man's voice, his accent and the inflection of his voice unmistakable. Turning their heads in the direction of the sound they recognised the gait and stature of Den as he approached the bar with a small bunch of other men. Sally felt her nervousness return. What had become almost the memory of a sexual and sensuous fantasy now snapped back into reality. It had happened - she had enticed a stranger, a man in his 60s to fuck her - more than once - now she had to face him. But more importantly, they had come here with the express purpose of meeting him again, and the scary thing was - they had an unspoken agreement that she'd be willing to have sex with him again. What if the reality was that, she'd now find the idea, and the man, repulsive. Not only that, but Sally had, by implication, had also agreed to let the man fuck her in the presence of her husband. Those few days of carefree exhibitionism, leading to her having full sex with a complete stranger, were having serious consequences. Suddenly, Sally wanted to go home.
It was only a matter of time before Den; noisily exercising his vocal chords, standing at the bar with his cronies recognised Jim. He lost no time in sauntering over.
'Hello!' Den said with a big smile. 'I wasn't sure what time you'd get here.'
He shook Jim's hand then gazed at Sally.
'You look more gorgeous than I remember, Sally. And if I'm not stepping out of line, may I say even sexier!'
His eyes blatantly focused on her nipples.
'I don't think either of you will mind me being direct. After all, Jim and I have spent enough time discussing online why we should meet up again - and we all seemed to enjoy the experiences of the last holiday.'
Sally knew she'd have to respond sooner or later so forced a smile.
'How are you Den, you sound like you're doing okay?'
'Well, not as young as I was, but still got plenty of energy for an old 'un.' Then with a wicked grin, added, 'Every department still functioning as it should!'
'Sally has been a bit apprehensive about us all meeting again,' Jim explained. 'I suggest we take it easy and let things develop on their own - or not, as the case may be.'
'Well,' Den said, 'I'll be disappointed if they don't. I've dreamed about those breasts of yours many times, Sally - the thought of seeing them in all their glory again. I've often had to relieve myself by hand before I could sleep!'
Sally, blushed up, but now began to feel a little more relaxed now the first hurdle was over.
'I acted out of character - I can't explain why?'
'Course you can! It was my magnetic personality!' Den joked. 'Seriously, though - I wish I had met a couple like you many years ago. I can honestly say I hope we all have a great time and hope you both go home feeling very happy and feeling glad you came. I'm sure I will. And Jim, let me say, you don't need to justify to me what you want out of this - let's just enjoy it.'
The men at the bar split up, some going back to their apartments, but three wandered over to join them.
'Can we pull up some chairs?' Jim and Sally had no choice; the men didn't wait for an answer.
All of them looked between mid fifties and early 60s. Right away Sally was aware of where their gaze was focused; so was her husband.
'These lads are staying at the same place as we are. By the way, I took it upon myself to plan a little surprise for you. As the place is only partly booked up, I asked if we could have apartments next to each other - just like last time. See what my magnetic personality can achieve!' He laughed at his own joke.
Jim thought it best not to comment in front of the other men who might start to question what was so special about the relationship between Den and the couple. Sally, meanwhile, replayed in her head, sexual episodes from her last holiday. She found herself dwelling on how well-endowed Den was, and how much she enjoyed exposing herself to him and being fucked by him on the bed.
The men seemed friendly enough, less talkative than the 'full-of-himself' Den. Sally stopped being self conscious about which part of her anatomy the men were staring at. Jim was quietly observing both his wife and the men, particularly of course, Den; though he was getting a thrill from the interest the new guys were taking in Sally. As they all chatted it was decided that the guy named Alf would join Jim in his morning swim down at the pool.
'Are you swimming in the morning, too, Sally?' Fred, the youngest of the three new guys asked.
'No, I usually sit in the sun and read in the mornings - on the balcony.'
'Oh! In that case I won't bother going to the pool - I was hoping we'd get to see you in your bikini!'
'Might get you too excited, Fred.' Colin, his mate, joked.
'I'd risk that! Love to see Sally in her swimsuit, a proper bathing beauty.'
Jim felt his cock twitch, happy on how quickly the men felt comfortable enough to flirt with his wife. He could also tell that Sally was beginning to relax enough to enjoy the attention and openly overt sexual stares and comments. Though he knew the drink had something to do with that. Her conversation with Den sounded easier too. The group chatted to Jim about cars, sport, especially football - though he noticed how, when not talking, their gaze went back to Sally's tits, and now she had relaxed, her upper thighs, that were on show since she had pushed her seat away from the table, and sub-consciously kept crossing and uncrossing her legs.
There was a lot of leg on view considering the shortness of her skirt and the fact it had ridden up to almost expose part of her buttocks when she crossed her legs. Jim was sure at least two of the men would be able to see her panties too when she fidgeted about. More significantly, he could tell she had become sexually aroused - by how her erect nipples were pressing against her t-shirt. Jim wondered: was Sally intentionally flashing to please Den - or was she getting a thrill from giving all the men a treat? He decided on the latter.
At around midnight Jim and Sally decided to finish their drinks and go back to their apartments, it had been a long day for them: the other men followed them back. Leaving the new guys in the foyer Den followed the couple and hesitated at the door to their room.
'Well, look, if you want a chat about our little arrangement, maybe set a few ground rules, we can have a drink in privacy and take things quietly,' Den suggested.
Jim thought for a minute, 'You know what, how about we do it now, have a little chat and get it out of the way - then it won't drag on - we can all get on with our holiday.'
