Greece Ch 03 1

Jen started to squirm against me the way she does when she's starting to wake up. I squeezed her just a bit harder and rubbed my bristles against her back making her squeak and squirm the harder, but changing to a purr when I offered to get up and make us some coffee. By the time I got back she was sitting up and looking at the day that was unfolding outside the window.

"It's a beautiful day out there."

"It is indeed. And don't we have a lot of coffee - entire pots that we don't even drink."

She looked quizzical for a second and then the penny dropped. "Oh that. Yes, well, poor Serge was having a problem fitting into his pants and so I had to undo the fly to relieve the pressure, and then his cock was looking so lost in a cold harsh world that I had to take it into my mouth to keep it warm."

"He certainly looked pretty warm by the time we got there."

"I'm very hospitable."

I laughed and kissed her, handing over her cup. "You certainly are, love; you're looking after two men with style and aplomb."

"I am, aren't I?" She grew thoughtful for a while and said "It must be this place, maybe it's something in the water but it feels so natural and easy - like it's something that we're just flowing into. I mean, I can't believe that we are lying in bed talking about me having sex with another man."

"Hmmm, not quite that easy. Serge and I were talking last night after you two crashed and he's feeling a bit conflicted. He was basically saying that his wife of ten years is suddenly not the woman he thought she was - certainly the woman he knew wouldn't have actually kissed me, messing around yes but not the real thing, you know? And he's got a point, it had me tossing and turning last night; we are all being changed by this and change can be a frightening thing."

"That's true. She watched the world outside for a time, slowly sipping her coffee and said "but that's always true, isn't it? People change and grow throughout their lives ... otherwise things would be pretty grim - you would have 50 year old men behaving like 21 year old bozos and mothers who just want to party and forget looking after their kids. I think the problem is that when you're in a relationship, any change upsets the status quo and that can be threatening."

"Like when one partner decides to get fit and gives up the wine and cheese every night?"

She looked at me through slitted eyes. "Just like that."

"Well, this is certainly something we are doing together, even though I can't figure out if we are changing or else this is something that we have secretly always wanted to do."

"Meaning you're wondering if I've always had this as a secret desire?"

"Now that you're asking."

"Well ... of course there are men out there that I've drooled over since we've been together, but they're just idle fantasies. You know we've both been 'round the block, and you know how those shiny glossy people all have some not so shiny and pretty damn smelly problems just under the surface, so I'm not tempted by some handsome face in a suit. And the thought of some sort of casual thing ... been there, done that; I'll pass on the T shirt, thank you. But this is different, isn't it? I wasn't expecting this and I definitely wasn't planning it either. Were you?"

"No way."

"No indeed. I think that for me it's not that different from some of the friends we already have. I mean, we are already very intimate with Brett and Angela - Angela is my best friend after all - it's just that we're not sexual with them."

"You mean we friend zoned our friends?"

She snorted "Yep, 'fraid so."

"So are you saying that this is a step in our evolution?"

"Maybe it is; personal growth times two." She turned and looked at me, her eyes soft. "But I need you to know that our sex life is steaming and the love we share just fills me with joy and wonder. And I'm not going anywhere unless you are with me."

"Me too. I love you, babe."

"Don't call me babe, babe."

"Sorry, babe."

Lunch that day was at a restaurant on a wharf with stunning views over the harbour, but poor Serge was looking decidedly wilted and worst for wear. Jen looked over at him sagging into his seafood and put her hand to his cheek. "Are you OK there sweetheart? If you sag any more, I think those little octopi will win the bout."

Serge grunted and kissed her palm as he chased one particularly active food item around his plate. "You snore. And you're really mean about the doona. And it's hard to coordinate three people in the bed ... why did I have to sleep in the middle?"

We observed our customary moment of silence for our fallen comrade and the hardships that he was constantly forced to endure. Jen kissed him sweetly and rubbed his earlobes and temples. "My poor darling. Don't fret, you just finish up your lunch like a good boy and I will take you up to our room for a nap; it's warm enough now that you won't even need a doona and I will try very hard not to snore too much ... well, maybe just a little so you know I'm there. What do you think, sound good?"

"Sounds wonderful, that's very kind of you."

"Not that kind. It's hard work keeping you up all night, a girl needs her beauty sleep."

"You don't, you're too beautiful already."

Jen's eyes whirled like kaleidoscopes. "Why thank you, last of the true gentlemen."

"The pleasure's mine, sweetheart."

We chatted and basked in the warm breeze as we finished lunch and, true to her word, Jen took Serge by the hand and led him off with a smile and a kiss goodbye to Mary and I. Mary looked at me over the rim of her coffee and raised an eyebrow. "Did you imagine this as you were planning the holiday?"

"Funny you should say that, Serge and I had this conversation last night."

"Thought you might. He was pretty quiet this morning and I figured that he wasn't pondering the commodity price of oranges. Can I ask what you talked about?"

"Hmmm, don't suppose I should speak for him, but I think we are all wondering how this is going and who are we becoming."

She sipped her coffee for a while, her movements languid. "Will they make love, do you think?"

"I think so, it would seem that Jen is quite fond of our Serge."

Her eyes were distant as they slowly turned towards me. "How fond?"

"Very fond. In truth, I think Jen is falling in love with him. Whatever that means in our situation."

"And you're OK with that?"

"It seems that I am. And no, I don't precisely know why, but I think it's something like my thinking of him as a brother ... I'm not threatened by him and I love to see Jen happy. So, um yeah, I guess the bottom line is that I've come to know and trust you both and I feel brotherly love for your man. So it's OK. You see."

I realised that my breath had gotten short while I was speaking. What was I thinking; where had that come from?

Mary was looking at me sweetly, a small smile on her face and curiosity bubbled up inside me. "But what about you? You have skin in this game too, what about Serge?"

She paused for a few moments and took a ragged breath. "Runaway train, but I don't want it to stop. I still can't quite believe it ... last night watching him rubbing his cock against Jen's pussy while she was on the armchair felt like it was going to stop my heart - it's not often you walk into a room and see your husband about to penetrate another woman. And now, as they were walking away, the warmth and love was just spilling from them both. Fuck me!"

"Fuck you?"

"Fuck me, as in where the fuck are we going and what the fuck are we doing? What a mess!"

"Why a mess?"

"Why? It's not very convenient is it? Falling in love with each other's partners? Makes things pretty complicated, don't you think?"

"Complicated, yes. Messy? Sure, but so what; if we hadn't have wanted messy in our lives we wouldn't have had kids, or moved from our family homes or gotten married ... definitely not married. I think I can deal with messy. Truth is, I think we all can."

She had stopped sipping her coffee and her eyes were deep and very still as she looked over the rim at me. "What about you and I? Do you like me?"

"Heck yes."

"What do you like about me?"

My eyebrows rose of their own accord. "What indeed? I like the way you're always ahead of the game; you're not one of those people who stands around and waits for stuff to happen - you drive the play. I love your intellect, that way you have of seeing around corners and that irreverent sense of humour of yours. I love your banter and the fact that you're sweet with it - you tease and throw the ball but you're never cruel. But that's not what you're asking is it?"

Her body grew still as her gaze flattened. "It's not?"

"Mary, I'm falling in love with you."

Her body released and softened. "Oh god, I thought it was just me."

I reached over and took her hands. "The reason I love you is your beautiful soul. I can feel the waves of love pouring off you - you know those films of the sun you saw at school where you can see the tendrils of burning gas flowing into space? That's what I see when I look at you - golden strands of warmth and light flowing into the world. And into me."

She leaned over and kissed me softly. I touched the tip of my tongue to hers and her lips slid onto mine, our mouths slowly opening to each other's erotic warmth. I held her to me, our bodies entwined in an eternal dance that reached from the dawn of time. She leaned against my neck and we took a slow breath together, our bodies slowly fusing and resonating together. Her words were quiet as she held me tight ... "I feel that too."

She leaned back and looked into my eyes. "We need to make love."

"We do?"

"We do. We need to know if we're compatible."

"Didn't we ..."

She shook her head quickly. "That wasn't us; not just us. It was all new and we were all being carried along together. I want to feel you, just you, and I want you to feel me."

"Now?"

She took my hand and lifted me out of my seat, urgently pulling me to her and hugging me hard, breasts and belly and hard mound pushed into me. "Now."

She led me back to their apartment and stood boldly in front of me in the bedroom, hands on hips and legs apart. "Tell me what you see, tell me what you feel."

"Well ... well." I stood in front of her and my fingers slid through her hair. "Your hair is long and soft and smells so sweet. I love the ringlets and the way you shiver when I run my hands through it ... like this. And I love the way you make it cascade onto me, the way it frames your face when you are looking down at me."

She threw her head back and shook it out to give me access to the smooth length of it, a soft moan coming from deep inside her. I kissed her throat and lightly bit one of her earlobes. "You are so pretty and your face is so animated. I love your expressions and the way your eyes flash as you speak, especially when you get fired up by something."

She looked hard at me. "Or someone."

"Or someone." I looked deep into her dark eyes and felt the woman behind them. "And when I look at you like this, I feel the universe that is you behind your eyes. It draws me in, lures me into you and invites me to come and find you and feel you, and truly see you; that beautiful magical creature that is you."

I kissed her mouth lightly - "you have the most sensuous mouth. Your lips are so full and erotic and your tongue is so wickedly clever that when you kiss me the world just goes away and I feel like we're sinking into warm honey." She pressed her lips to mine and that slithering, melting feeling started in my spine, my cock rubbing and pressing hard into her mound.

I slowly pulled away and unbuttoned her blouse. "I love your satin skin. I love this soft swelling above your bra, and the promise of your sweet breasts." Her hand reached behind her and the bra went slack on her body, my questing lips moving lower as it fell away. "Oh god, your breasts.

"They're too small."

"Don't care about how big they are, it's not my thing. They are perfectly shaped and god I love your nipples." I flicked her nipple with my tongue ... "your nipples get so big and so hard, and they seem to love being in my mouth." Her body shivered as I took one then the other into my mouth until each felt like a succulent cherry.

I gently pulled down her skirt and she stepped out of it. I knelt down in front of her and pressed my face into her stomach. "Your belly is delicious, smooth and firm and just perfectly round. Woman shape, not a flat man belly."

"Too big."

I turned her around and stood up behind her, my hands sliding down to cup her belly and pull her against me. "Told you, don't care and it's not your turn to see yourself. We are looking through my eyes now, so shush it."

I slid my hands down through her hair and onto her back, gathering it in one hand so I could kiss her shoulders and down her spine. "Maybe you don't know how delicious your back view is ... these perfect curves and the perfection of your arse." I again went to my knees and sank my teeth gently into her butt cheek, biting down just enough to make her squeak and squirm before guiding her to the bed and sitting her down.

"And here down in the leg department, we have beautifully proportioned thighs and calves." I lifted each leg in turn and glided my hands along the entire length, stopping to massage her insteps. "Smooth skin, slender ankles, and the toe ring and dark red nail polish are a perfect finishing touch to a pair of very pretty feet."

"What about my pussy? Wouldn't you like to see that?"

"Naaah, next time."

She swung and swatted me. "Oaf! Finish the job."

She lifted her arse off the bed and looked up at me, head cocked to one side. I slid her black panties down her legs, my mouth following and kissing the bare skin being revealed before finally pressing into her hairless mound. As the lacy material slid past her ankles, she lifted her legs and let them fall before pressing her feet into my chest. "You too."

Her feet rubbed against my chest as I peeled my shirt off and then hooked behind my shoulders, pulling me down into the heat of her body. "No is not an option today, boyo. Make with the travelogue."

"Yes ma'am. Here at the apex of these soft inner things is a dark and feminine pussy." I stopped to kiss along her thighs as her legs pulled me in closer and then gently laid my mouth along the length of her pussy; an erotic kiss against my lips. "These inner lips are so luscious and full and so soft against my tongue that all I want to do is to slide along them like this ... and then I come to the clitoris and want to run my tongue around it like this ..."

Her body shuddered and jerked and her heels pressed hard into my back as I sucked her lips into my mouth, first one and then the other, biting them softly before returning to her clitoris. Her moans became deeper as her hips lifted her pussy to me as I took her entire clitoris into my mouth and rolled it around my lips and tongue. Her body shuddered and she pulled free, sliding away and pulling me onto my back.

"I think today should be more about my mouth than yours" she said, sliding my shorts off. "Should we see if your cock fits into my mouth, do you think? That could be a dealbreaker, so we better make sure we're compatible, yeah?" She made a loose 'O' with her lips and lowered them onto the head of my cock, her tongue sliding into the eye and then onto the spot just under the head. "What do you say, shall we go for broke?" she said, looking me in the eye. "Best to be thorough."

Her mouth sank back down to me and her lips slowly parted over the head, sinking slowly down until the entire head was in her silken mouth. She rose up and her tongue swirled over the sensitive spot before she sank back deep onto my cock, up and down as her hair fell softly to my thighs. She stopped and looked at me. "Do you like it fast like this? Or slower and a bit deeper like this?"

My breath was coming in sobs and my back was twisting and shuddering mercilessly, but I manage to say "slow and deep. God, if you keep going slow and deep like that I'm going to cum in your mouth."

She smiled at me and said "not today, I've got a few more jobs for Mr Cock here." She moved up to straddle me and then rubbed her pussy back and forth against the bottom of my cock as it lay along my stomach. "I love to feel your cock against my pussy and I can rub the head against my clitoris like this. And this. And this too."

The heat of her open pussy lips was radiating through my body and making my spine swivel and shiver. I ground out "that's getting really intense! Here, let me try something, just lift up a bit ..."

She lifted off me and I slid the head in between her silken inner lips, running it up to her clit and then down to her cunt to push inside her just enough to become smooth and slippery with her honey before gliding back up to rub against her clitoris. "I love your generous lips. They are so beautiful and they wrap around and caress my cock. Like this. And this."

"You really like them? You don't think they are too big?"

"Doesn't my cock look happy?"

"I guess it does, at that. What about my clitoris? Don't you think that's too big as well?"

"I don't think there is such a thing. Anyway, it makes it easy to find. See, here it is."

"You didn't seem to have much trouble."

"Well, actually, I have satnav for my cock."

"That explains the squeaky voice saying "you have reached your destination"".

"You weren't supposed to hear that!"

She chuckled and rubbed herself back against my cock, making it tingle and throb against her. "It has another trick. Here, look, it's just in the right place to slippery dip down your cock. Watch now." As she spoke, she positioned herself and slid onto me, her clitoris sliding along the top of my cock before grounding onto my crotch. "See? I can lift up again and down the slide it goes ... whee! ... and I can let it land nice and hard at the end here like this" she said as her pussy stretched around and pressed against the base of my cock, "or I can rub it back and forth like this."

I was mesmerised by the sight of her clit sliding down my cock and then rubbing against me in a circular motion that pumped me deep inside her. She leaned forwards and her breasts gently swayed just in front of my face, enveloping me in a sensation of her body melting onto me like warm chocolate. My body rose to meet her, the energy building to the point of no return as we moved together ... but she stopped and whispered "not quite yet."

I breathed deeply in and out, the breath hissing between my teeth as she gently disengaged and lifted herself onto hands and knees, her beautiful arse in the air and her breasts a perfect cone shape, each topped by a hard square nipple. "Let's see how this feels, shall we?"

I took a deep final breath and came up behind her. "Your body was so beautiful laid out in front of me; your narrow waist accentuates the breadth of your shoulders and the perfect roundness of your arse." For a while I just ran my hands along her back and reached down to cup her breasts, my body aching and shuddering to be inside her once more.

As my hands reached her hips, she gently pushed back against my cock and slowly impaled herself on me, her cunt so wet and swollen that we slid together with a whisper. I held her and pushed deep inside, her body jolting as my hips pressed hard against her perfect round cheeks and then stroked along my whole length, indulging in the melting feeling of penetrating her deeply before I settled back to let her set the pace.

Her body rocked back and forth, hips moving against me. "It feels really good here at the entrance" she said, "especially when I tip my hips up like this, and then down like this." She pushed back until I was deep inside her once more ... "take my hips and pull me back onto your cock. Hard. Yeah like that ... oh god, I can feel your cock pulse against my cervix when you do that."