As I drove carefully through sun-drenched country roads, I glanced across at Liz, sitting next to me in the passenger seat. Oblivious to her surroundings, she had her nose buried in The Iliad. That was Liz down to a tee - why see Greece when you could read about it?
Liz and I met in the first lecture of our first year at university. She'd been sitting in the back row on her own, probably hoping to avoid being noticed. I'd tiptoed in late and sat down next to her.
It took a further week of sitting next to her before she felt comfortable enough to start saying hello and another week before we had a conversation. It took a full year of us hanging out together before she agreed to go on a date with me and another year before we lost our virginities together.
But I'd known from that first time I sat next to her that she was special and I never questioned the pace at which our relationship developed. Eight years after I first sat next to her, we were married, and the two years since have been the happiest of my life.
I admit our life wasn't for everyone - our friends called us the oldest twenty-somethings in the world and they probably had a point. We didn't go out much, were financially responsible, went to bed early, had sex once a week (missionary) and spent most evenings reading next to each other on the sofa.
The holiday had been my idea and Liz only agreed after some negotiation. I'd wanted to have a couple of lazy weeks on the beach and treat ourselves to a bit of luxury but Liz thought that if we were travelling somewhere, we should appreciate the history and absorb some of it. So we'd settled on Crete, which had sun, sea, sand and plenty of history. We'd only booked somewhere for the first three nights, a beautiful villa by the sea, in the grounds of a large private house. Liz winced when she saw the price but I'd said the rest of the two weeks would be cheapish and she'd eventually agreed.
And now we were here, weaving our way along narrow roads, in an Audi convertible of all things, the hire company having run out of the sensible compact car Liz had reserved. I glanced across at her again. God, she was beautiful. Liz was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. She was small, 5'2" and slender, with wide, amber-coloured eyes and perky B-cup breasts. She had long, golden-brown hair, that matched her eye-colour but she always wore it up. She dressed smartly but conservatively and rarely wore any make-up. For whatever reason, Liz had always wanted to hide from the world. Except from me - I was the lucky exception.
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Chapter 1: Nikos and Tanya
We'd been told to buzz the intercom at the main gates of house, so Liz jumped out, pressed a button, exchanged a couple of words with someone and got back into the car. "We need to follow the drive all the way down to the main house and they'll meet us there and give us the keys to the villa."
We headed down the driveway for half a mile and then, rounding a bend, the trees opened up and we saw the main house. A chaos of glass and angles, the large, modern building stood imposingly at the top of a long, grass slope that descended gently, another half a mile, down to the sea. In front of the house, two people were waiting in front to greet us and we pulled up and went to meet them.
The owners, Nikos and Tanya were every bit as breathtaking as their house. Nikos was a little older than us, Greek, devilishly handsome with wavy black hair that was held back by expensive looking sunglasses. I'm six feet tall and he had a good three or four inches on me and clearly worked out a lot - his loose linen shirt hung open revealing a tanned and chiseled torso.
Tanya looked every bit like the wife of a multi-millionaire. She was about 5'5", in her early twenties and had long, luscious blond hair, pulled back in a pony tail. She wore a striking blue sarong that matched her eyes, and did little to conceal her perfect figure and full breasts.
We said our introductions and Nikos handed us the keys. "Just keep following the driveway all the way down, you can't miss it. Get settled in and freshen up and then come back up and join us at the pool for a drink."
I was about to make an excuse, but Liz, to my surprise accepted the invitation without hesitation. "Oh, that's so kind, we'd love to. Maybe see you in about an hour?"
We got back into the car and headed down the driveway. "Oh my. Weren't they the most beautiful people you've ever seen?" asked Liz. "They were good looking, I guess," I said, pretending I hadn't really noticed. "I've no idea what we're going to talk about with them though. I don't think we're going to have much in common."
"Don't be like that, maybe they'll surprise you," replied Liz.
The villa was spectacular. It was essentially a much smaller version of the main house, but it stood right at the edge of the land, looking over a small, sandy beach across the Mediterranean sea.
We unpacked, showered and changed and then took a 10 minute walk back up the drive to the main house. When we reached the pool at the rear of the property, Nikos and Tanya were waiting for us. They each sat on one of two pool sofas, which faced each other, separated by a small drinks table. Tanya poured a drink each for Liz and I from a silver cocktail shaker and handed them to us before motioning us to join them on the sofas. "Martinis!" she explained, "My speciality!"
A Martini is basically pure booze, so I doubted Liz, who rarely consumed more than a small glass of wine per week, would enjoy it but she surprised me again. "Wow that's delicious, thank you!"
We sipped our drinks and made small talk. Nikos had started a hedge fund after leaving university and last year, at the grand age of 34, had retired. Tanya, who was Romanian had met Nikos when she was in Athens on holiday and they'd fallen in love. Nikos retired six months later and they'd got married and moved here to Crete. "When I met Tanya, I realised that money wasn't important to me," explained Nikos.
I looked at the huge house, then across to the massive swimming pool, with adjoining hot tub, then out to the ocean and thought to myself, that maybe, it might still be a little tiny bit important to him.
When the Martinis were finished, Nikos opened a bottle of champagne and the four of us clinked glasses. "To new friends," said Tanya.
Liz was definitely enjoying herself more than in any social situation I'd ever seen her in. She was laughing at jokes and even made one or two of her own. I loved seeing her suddenly opening up and being more confident but I was mystified as to what was causing it.
As night fell, Tanya lit a long, slim cigarette and exhaled a delicate plume of smoke, which swirled in the lights from the house before being taken away on the evening breeze. Liz's eyes followed it. "Tanya, could I have one of your cigarettes?" I almost choked on my champagne - Liz was the last person in the world I'd expect to smoke. She took a cigarette from the offered pack and lit it a little awkwardly, before turning her wide-eyed attention back to Nikos, who was telling what seemed to be a pretty dull story about sailing. Liz though, gazed at him transfixed and I felt, for the first time ever, a small pang of jealousy.
While Liz inhaled a combination of cigarette smoke and Nikos's boating anecdote, I chatted to Tanya. She was an artist who painted Greek landscapes and had recently started to have a lot of success, selling her art in galleries in Athens. "Well, one of us has to earn money," she laughed, and put her hand on my thigh to emphasise the joke but then left it there for what felt like an inappropriate amount of time. Awkwardly, I felt the start of an erection.
"I'd love to see your paintings some time," I said, more to distract myself than from genuine interest. "Great, I can show you now," said Tanya, taking my hand and standing up. "Liz, would you like to come and see Tanya's paintings?" I asked. Liz didn't even look around, "Thanks, I think I'll just stay here, but you go."
Tanya tucked her arm in mine and started leading me towards the house. I really wasn't happy leaving Liz behind but equally, I didn't see an easy way out of going with Tanya.
We entered the house and she took me to her studio. As we walked, she squeezed under my shoulder and put her arm around my waist, encouraging me to do likewise. I felt one of her breasts squeeze against me and that was it as far as avoiding an erection was concerned and my loose shorts weren't exactly hiding it.
The walls of her studio were adorned by huge landscapes in oil, painted in stark colours with long, aggressive brush strokes. They were genuinely breathtaking. Tanya clearly had an extraordinary talent and I immediately felt bad that I'd assumed she was just the pretty-faced wife of a rich guy.
"Wow, these are amazing!" I said. "Oh, I'm so glad you like them!" she replied excitedly and gave me a big hug. I felt her breasts push against me, her nipples hard. I felt my erection twitch against her stomach and then suddenly, we were kissing. I felt our tongues meet and explore and then I felt her hand slipping down my stomach into my shorts. And then I came to my senses and broke it off.
"It's ok, babe" she said. "Nikos and I have an open relationship - it's just pleasure." I saw her go to kiss me again and stepped backwards. "We should probably head back," I stammered, "Liz will be wondering where I've got to."
"Oh babe," she said, with a hint of pity, "I think Liz has got other things on her mind right now." I looked confusedly at her and she took my hand, "Here, let me show you."
Tanya led me through the house to a large bedroom with double doors, which lead onto a terrace overlooking the pool. I could hear what was happening long before I reached the terrace but nothing could prepare me for what I saw when I looked out.
Liz, was naked on the pool sofa on her hands and knees. Her eyes were clenched shut and her face was contorted in an expression of pure ecstasy, while loud cries of pleasure echoed from her mouth.
And behind her, a naked Nikos was fucking her.
Liz, her mouth wide open, bucked, writhed and screamed for more. "Urrgh, that's it! Oh God, oh God... OH GOD... NIKOS! FUCK MY ASS! HARDER! HARDER! YES!!! FUCK MEEEEEE..."
I looked again and Jesus, it was true. A sweating, grunting Nikos was fucking my wife hard in the ass. And there could be no doubt, my wife was absolutely loving it.
As I watched them, Liz's words were replaced by a series of almighty screams, and I realised she was cumming. Her deep guttural wails were like nothing I'd heard before, not from anyone - certainly not from Liz. As the orgasm began to subside, she screamed again for Nikos to fuck her harder and deeper. Nikos, seemed happy to oblige, his full strokes giving me a proper glimpse of his cock, and, fuck, it was huge. Fat and at least nine inches long, every second it was being rammed to the hilt into Liz's ass. The physics looked impossible - how did the thing even fit?
