A Taste of Turish Delight

It was a late decision to take a week away. We had both been working hard and had had little time to relax over the last few months so when the opportunity came up for us both to have a week off, we jumped at the chance.

The decision where to go was easy.

Anywhere that was abroad, cheap and sunny.

We looked at all the late availability options we could find and selected a week in Turkey, just outside of Gumbet. There wasn't really much of a choice of accommodation and in the end, we settled for a 2-bedroom bungalow in a small quiet complex.

I should say at this point we aren't a pair of alcohol driven teenagers. My husband Dave is 30, a six-footer he keeps himself pretty fit and has a good job in IT. As for myself, I'm Katie, 27 years old, 5' 8" with long blonde hair and a slender 34B-23-34 figure.

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"What are you going to pack, apart from the kitchen sink?" my husband laughed as I sorted through my wardrobe trying to decide what should go in my suitcase.

"It's easy for you. Shorts and a t-shirt and that's about it." I replied slightly exasperated with the business of packing.

"Seriously Katie, it's warm, it's sunny you don't need much more than a bikini."

"That's something I'm certainly not taking." I told him firmly.

"Oh, come on. You've got the figure for it." my husband tried to convince me.

I laughed, "The figure maybe but not the tits."

"Don't be so negative about yourself." Dave told me, "Loads of guys check you out. You just choose to ignore them."

Rolling my eyes at him I replied, "That I don't believe. You're just making it up to get me into a bikini."

"Seriously, you are stunning. You just choose to ignore it and sometimes I find it so exasperating."

"Oh, so you want guys checking me out?" I countered.

"It's flattering knowing that other guys lust after my wife sure." He responded.

"You need to be careful what you wish for. I might just go off with one of them." I giggled cheekily.

"Now that would be something to wish for. As long as you came back the next morning." He grinned.

"Pervert." I snorted and turned my attention back to my suitcase.

I finished my packing a couple of hours later and settled in front of the television with my husband.

"Why don't we go out tomorrow night?" he suggested, "Our flight isn't until 2 o'clock on the Saturday."

"And I suppose you want me to dress up so I get gawked at?" I said sarcastically.

He shrugged, "It would prove a point."

"No one would look twice. My tits are too small." I declared knowingly.

"Ok, let's make a bet on it." my husband held out his hand to me.

"Like what?" I asked cautiously.

"You dress up tomorrow night and if you get chatted up then you buy a bikini for the holiday and if you don't then I pay for every meal." He sounded confident as he made the offer.

"Where are we going to go then?" I wanted to know first.

"How about the 'The Lounge'." He suggested a local bar that had music and a small dance floor.

"You're on." I accepted his handshake, "I'm looking forward to all those meals now."

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We both left work early the next day, intending to get home to finish our packing and eat before going out to settle our bet.

After we had finished our meal, I showered first then headed to the bedroom to get ready while Dave took his turn.

I've always been one to get made up when I go out and tonight was no exception. My false eyelashes went on first, followed my mascara and eyeshadow and then the foundation and lip gloss.

"What are you wearing?" Dave asked when he came in from the bathroom.

"I thought my ripped jeans." I told him, thinking how goog my tight jeans made my rear look.

"No way. You have to make a proper effort for it to be a fair bet." He declared.

I sighed, "OK, what do you suggest then."

"How about that black and white check skirt, the flared one?" he smiled.

"That's really short." I protested.

"Yeah, but your legs are sensational. You have to give me a chance to prove my point." The tone in his voice was almost pleading.

"Oh, alright then." I gave in.

"And the black halter top?" he grinned.

I gave up arguing and finished getting ready. The little skirt was too short for stockings so I went bare legged with just my lacey black panties on underneath. I didn't bother with a bra under my top, I don't really need one as it was tight and with just a halter neck tie the straps would show anyway.

Dressed and ready we headed off to The Lounge to see who would win our wager.

Being a Friday, it was fairly busy but we managed to find one of those small high tables you stand at and I waited while my husband went to the bar to get us a drink.

"Did you see those two guys over there were checking you out when you were by yourself." He told me as soon as he was back with our drinks.

"Rubbish." I laughed.

"Ok, we'll see. I'll make myself scarce for a bit and you can go dance or something." He grinned, picking up his drink he moved away.

I took a swallow of my drink and watched him fade into the crowd with a sense of concern.

Looking around I could see what my husband meant. There were a few guys casually eyeing me up now I was by myself so I decided to go and dance for a bit, trying not to be so obvious.

It was fairly packed on the small floor but not enough to stop me moving to the music. I glanced around as I danced noticing Dave standing close by at the edge of the floor, grinning hugely, keeping an eye on me.

"On your own?" a voice beside me made me look around.

He was older, probably mid-thirties but not bad looking.

"Looks like it doesn't it" I turned to dance facing him.

We danced until the song ended.

"Want to get a drink?" he asked me.

I looked across at my husband watching me and smiling before accepting, "Yeah sure, why not."

He escorted me through the crowd, his hand in the small of my back like he was indicating his ownership of me.

"I'm Jared." He told me as we got to the bar, "What would you like."

"I'm Katie and a Vodka and coke would be nice thanks." I scanned the crowd to make sure my husband wasn't too far away.

We moved away from the bar once we had our drinks, finding a place to rest our glasses as we chatted. For some reason I now became very aware of my nipples pushing out against my tight black top and tried to position myself so they weren't so obvious.

"So, where's your husband then?" Jared asked lifting my left hand.

"Isn't a girl allowed a night out on her own then?"

He grinned back at me, "If you were mine you wouldn't be."

I laughed and took a sip of my drink, "And why's that?"

"You're fucking gorgeous that's why." He said making me giggle.

David was still hovering not too far away, still grinning conceitedly and watching me carefully.

Knowing how he would not let me forget losing our wager I thought angrily to myself, "you're such a smug bastard, I'll show you." knowing I had lost our bet now anyway.

Keeping an eye on my husband I allowed Jared to put his arm around my waist, pulling me a little closer to him knowing how much it would annoy my husband.

We were flirting with each other and Jared was definitely coming on strongly towards me the more we spoke. I only wanted to make Dave jealous not get off with him so in an effort to deflect his interest I suggested we dance. He happily agreed and so we made our way back to the dance floor.

The first couple of songs were fine but then they put on a slower one and before I could walk away, I found myself with Jared's arms around me. The floor was crowded and we were pressed close together when his hand found my arse. I moved it away but, as soon as I did, he moved it back so after the third time I just left it there hoping to get off the floor as soon as I could.

When the tune ended, I made an excuse and left Jared standing there as I, supposedly, went to the bathroom.

"We need to go...NOW!" I whispered to my inanely grinning husband as I went by him heading for the ladies.

Once we were outside the bar, I grabbed his arm, guiding him quickly away and back to our car.

"You not going home with him then?" Dave laughed almost as soon as we left, "I said you could as long as you come back in the morning."

"Don't say another word. You won alright!" I told him brusquely, "I'll buy the bikini."

"I told you but you didn't believe me." He continued chuckling to himself.

"He had his hands all over me and you did nothing." I fumed, "In fact, you looked like you were enjoying watching him grope me."

My husband just laughed as I sat silent for the remainder of our journey home.

For me a holiday starts at the airport and the opportunity to browse through the shops there to buy expensive stuff that I don't really need.

This time though I had a bikini to buy and Dave insisted on helping me pick out two; a minute, bright blue two-piece suit that was more string than material and an only slightly more modest black bikini that was high cut on the hips with a halter top. Just to get some sort of revenge I also made him buy me a white skater style skirt that I liked.

The remainder of our journey was uneventful in the extreme. We dozed on the flight and then picked up our transfer to the resort which took another hour so it was fairly late by the time we arrived.

The small complex we were staying at was perfect, a short distance from the local shops, bars and beach it had a swimming pool, a restaurant and a small bar.

Being a late-booking we got the only accommodation that was left and our bungalow was right at the back, like others it was offset from its neighbours, which meant that our small patio area wasn't overlooked by anyone. It was also quiet, being so far from the main area of the complex.

We were hungry and wanted to eat so we headed to the restaurant and then after our meal across to the small bar on the complex for a nightcap.

"Good evening, welcome to Miramar." The young good-looking barman greeted us as we sat down at the virtually empty bar.

Mehmet, as we quickly found out he was called, was keen to talk and practise his English, primarily on me much to Dave's amusement.

"Well, you've made a conquest already." My husband grinned as we made our way back to our bungalow.

"He's only about nineteen." I replied curtly.

"So?" Dave looked at me

"So, don't get any more of your perverted ideas." I told him reminding him of the previous evening at The Lounge.

Our week at the Miramar was perfect, quiet and warm, and, after a nervous start, I even relaxed and quite enjoyed wearing the two bikini's we had bought. Certainly, the blue one got me a lot of attention, especially from young barman who frequently came by my sunbed to enquire if I wanted another drink.

Every evening we ended up at the bar, me chatting and flirting with Mehmet while Dave sat and grinned, occasionally joining in the conversation.

It was the Thursday night as we were heading back to our accommodation after a few drinks at the bar that my husband finally said it.

"You know he wants to fuck you, don't you?"

"Yes," I said quietly after a moment's pause.

I had gradually come to realise the week what his intentions were. The compliments and the attention he paid me had made me aware that his interest wasn't platonic.

"Are you going to let him?" Dave finally broke the silence that had descended over us.

"What! No! I'm a married woman." I spluttered.

"So, you would if we weren't married?" he looked at me quizzically.

"What! I... well I...no... I..." I stammered turning crimson.

He pulled me round to face him "Liar. You want to, don't you?"

I blushed an even deeper shade of scarlet.

"Ok for tomorrow evening you're not married." He informed me.

"What? What do you mean?" I looked at him wide-eyed.

"Tomorrow at the bar, I'll make myself scarce. Say I'm tired or something and leave you alone there." He said calmly, "What you do is up to you."

"I... I... no I can't." my voice was barely a whisper.

"Look Katie we both want it to happen so yes, you can."

I took a deep breath, absolutely terrified by what my husband was suggesting.

"I want you to be part of this then." I didn't look at him as I spoke, "Maybe I could get him to walk me back to the bungalow. On the patio, you could watch."

"OK." Was all he said.

Throughout the next day I was a bundle of nerves, changing my mind over and over again. Almost every time I spoke to Mehmet my stomach would tighten and I could feel myself colour at the thought of what might happen.

That evening Dave and I went out for our final holiday dinner. Me in my new white skater skirt and a black tube top with just a white lace thong underneath.

After we had eaten, we made our way back to the complex bar, pleased to see it was deserted apart from Mehmet behind the counter.

"Ah welcome, welcome." He greeted us with a smile, "What can I get for my favourite customer."

"Nothing for me." Dave intervened although the question had been directed at me, "I'm off to bed but you stay if you want hon."

With that my husband kissed me on the cheek and left me alone with the young barman.

"I'll have a Pina Colada please Mehmet." I asked after Dave had left, trying to calm my nerves as I contemplated what we had planned.

Making my drink he poured himself a beer and came round to sit on the stool next to me as the place was empty, apart from the two of us.

For the next hour, and another two cocktails, I blatantly flirted with him letting my already short skirt ride high up my bare thighs, occasionally flashing him a glimpse of my panties when I crossed my legs.

It was about eleven when I slipped off my stool, making sure I gave him a long look at my panties again, and, leaning against him, declared it was time for bed.

"I will walk you back," he grinned, "you are maybe a little drunk."

Giggling I accepted his offer and waited while he got one of the waiters in the restaurant to watch the bar for him.

I held on to his arm as we strolled back, enjoying the night air and anticipating what I hoped was going to happen.

"You have the key?" he enquired as we got closer to the bungalow.

I shook my head, my blonde hair swishing around my shoulders, "No, the patio door will be open for me."

The back of the accommodation was quiet with the door slightly ajar as I had expected. What Mehmet didn't know was that my husband wasn't asleep as he thought.

"Thank you for walking me home." I turned to face him.

That was when he kissed me. Lightly at first but when he realised that I wasn't resisting they quickly became more intense. His tongue probing between my lips and playing with mine as I slid my arms about his neck.

As we kissed his hand slid up between us, finding my small breast and briefly cupping it before pulling my top down to fully expose my tits. His fingers immediately latched on to my bare nipple, rolling and teasing it, making me moan into his mouth as the sensitive buds rapidly hardened.

Lowering his mouth to my modest breasts he suckled on first one teat then the other, my head tipping back as I gasped with delight with my long blonde hair tumbling down my spine.

"Oh yes, that's so good."

My legs parted easily when he slid a hand under my skirt and between my thighs to stroke along my slit through the gusset of my thong, pressing it between my lips as he did.

Barely giving me a chance to respond he hooked the thin strip of material aside and slipped a finger, knuckle deep, into my wet sex.

"Aaaahhhh!" I shivered my knees almost buckling as I grabbed hold of him for support, a wave of pleasure hitting me.

Grinning Mehmet stood up, his hand still caressing between my legs with his finger inside me and backed me up against the patio table, lifting my arse onto it.

I looked into his eyes, lifting my bottom as he roughly tugged my thong over my hips and down my long legs before untangling it from around my shoes.

"Are you going to fuck me now?" I whispered.

He nodded and smiled.

Biting my lower lip, I opened my legs wide and reached for his jeans, pulling him to me and then dragging the zipper open so I could push his pants and shorts down.

"Oh shit!" I gasped as my fingers wrapped around his cock. It was much thicker than my husband's and, judging by the feel of it, at least a good two inches longer.

My skirt was rucked up around my waist by now, with my tube top pushed down to meet it leaving me naked apart from the garments bunched about my middle.

"Oh god... oh... "I gasped as he moved up between my legs and my hand automatically guided his large bulbous cockhead between my slick labia.

I looked into his eyes, unresisting, as he lifted my legs over his arms laying me back onto my elbows. I was about to break my marriage vows, albeit with the permission of my husband, and I knew I should stop him but I didn't want to. I wanted his prick inside me.

"Aaaaahhhhhh.... Oh... Yessssssssss!" I groaned as he impaled me, his thickness stretching my cunt wide and forcing my plump lips out to encircle his shaft.

He gazed down at me, as I laid back barely able to move, and started to fuck his large cock into my juicy willing pussy. Slowly at first, easing his erection back and forth, my labia clinging to the glistening rod as it slid in and out of my dripping pink cleft.

"Oh yes, yes... fuck me... please just fuck meeeeee!" I was soon lost in the ecstasy of having his massive length ploughing into me and I let him know how I felt.

The table was rocking now as he increased the pace of his thrusts, his hips slapping my backside every time he drove his length all the way in, then making me whimper with disappointment when he pulled back.

Every stroke was pushing closer to the edge as my orgasm built in my core. My modest, perky breasts were jiggling on my chest while my feet were hanging in mid-air,

"Unhh... yes... Ungh... fuck, oh fuck... aaahhhh!" moaning with pleasure I took every hard thick inch of his shaft in my love hole, feeling the head push up against my cervix.

Mehmet was pistoning hard into me now, his arm muscles taut as they supported my legs, and I knew I couldn't hold back any longer.

"Oh yes, yes... I'm... I'm... cummmmmiinngggggggggg!" I squealed not caring if anyone heard.

My body arched off the table, my vaginal muscles clamping around his pulsing meat as I tried to keep it in me when he lost his rhythm and began pounding into me with a final flurry of hard strokes.

"Ungh.... Unhhhhhhhhhh!" he grunted, sheathing his cock to the hilt in me one last time as it throbbed and swelled, spurting again and again pumping his seed into my belly.

A few random jerks later and he was pulling his spent shaft out of me, leaving my pussy gaping open and oozing his cum.

"I must get back." He said casually, zipping up his jeans as I laid back, my legs still spread wide, enjoying the afterglow of my climax.

He leant in and kissed my cheek and then disappeared leaving me to struggle up off the table, his semen trickling down my inner thighs as I scooped up my knickers and stumbled in through the patio doors.

"Fuck." was about all my husband could say

I giggled, "Yes I was and very nicely to. Now please take me to bed and you can have your turn."

The next morning was check out for us and after handing in our keys and settling up our outstanding balance with the reception we waited outside for our transport back to the airport.

I looked out for Mehmet, expecting to see him before we left but he was nowhere to be seen.

"Looking for someone?" Dave asked me.

"I thought he might have come to say goodbye." I shrugged.

"Probably too embarrassed or scared. He got what he was after and that's all there was to it." my husband gave me his honest opinion.