I was getting excited about finding Mrs. Anderson and Mrs. Laidlaw at the resort in Greece. I had never gone to such lengths to fulfill a fantasy, but these two wives were exquisite examples of their breed and worth the effort.
Besides, I'd grown a bit weary of my usual pursuits of lovely wives. Sometimes it is too easy. I've kept in shape as I aged into my forties, and my hefty schlong has always been a handy door opener. Wives and husbands, too, advertise to find suitable males for discrete meetings, and those sessions plus word of mouth recommendations have provided me with an ample supply of pussy.
But I must admit, that I have come to enjoy arranged sessions less, as pleasant as they are, and appreciate the free-range pursuit of a lovely mature wife. This would be first for me to make such a journey only for the purpose of surprising my new friends. I wasn't completely stupid. I knew that they might not be pleasantly surprised. So I tried to contain my expectations.
A week before their trip, Mrs. Anderson stopped by my shop to thank me for my advice and to get my brother-in-law's contact information. I had told her to contact him should they have any troubles. Before she left, I pointed to the nude beach posters at the back of my shop and said, "Don't forget that you'll be in a place where you can be as free as you want."
She laughed and replied, "We'll certainly be on the lookout for adventure, but we may be too old fashioned for that."
I smiled, "Old fashioned girls are the best, and there's no reason not to learn new things. In fact, visitors to the island are tourists from all over Europe, all strangers to each other, so what's to lose by letting yourself go a bit?"
"We'll see," she said, slightly blushing. And Mrs. Anderson walked out of my store.
My brother-in-law Dorian, had worked part time for resort owners on the island. One of his duties was to provide handsome young men for the beaches. As you can imagine, most of the tourists are older, and generally speaking the men do not look good in tiny bathing suits or nude. Their wives are another matter.
Dorian has contacts among the local population, and he pays young men to spend time walking on the beaches or to play volleyball in the nude beach areas. The young men must be of legal age, of course, be fit and good looking, and, most importantly, they must have rather prominent penises, ones that can be seen from a distance as they flop around for the tourists to enjoy.
I hoped that my friends Mrs. Anderson and the very lovely Mrs. Laidlaw would explore and find this part of the beach.
Finally, the day arrived, and I boarded the flight to Athens, then on to the island.
I checked in to the same hotel, but I did not want to find my friends too soon. My plan was to let them get acquainted with the area and be sure they felt comfortable. On the first morning, I watched from my balcony as they strolled to the beach and laid in the sun. The nude beach was a bit farther up the shoreline, and they did not go in that direction on the first day.
The next day, I observed them again walking to the beach. This time, they went farther toward the adult bathing area. Curiously, I watched as they stopped and talked to each other. They continued in that direction, and I'm sure they saw the signs announcing that the beach was clothing optional.
An hour later, I left my room and walked up the beach in that same direction. I was soon surrounded by mostly older men and women in various stages of dress and undress. Older women with floppy tits watched me as I passed them. Men with too much belly overhang paraded around naked.
