Thanks to all those who enjoyed my short story 'A taste of Turkish delight'. I never intended to write a sequel but so many people asked for a follow up that I felt obliged to write one.
If the original story wasn't to your taste then I suggest you don't read this one.
I wanted to talk to my husband about his last comment at the resort but I didn't get the opportunity to ask him on the journey home from Turkey. A crowded coach, then there were a lot of people at the airport and finally the flight was full, meant I had to keep the conversation I wanted to have with him until a more suitable time.
It was quite late when we eventually arrived back at our house so all we wanted to do was get to bed and sleep. So once again, the discussion would have to wait, this time until the Sunday morning.
The sun was streaming through a gap in the curtains when I awoke. My husband was still asleep so I slipped out of bed and went downstairs to start the unpacking.
I had just put the first load of dirty clothes in the washing machine and was in the process of making coffee when he appeared in the doorway.
"Making me one?" his voice startled me.
"Sure." I turned and smiled before pouring him a mug.
"Sleep well?" I put our coffee's down on the table and dropped into a chair opposite him.
"Pretty good thanks." He took a sip from his steaming mug.
"Dave?" I gave him a searching look, "What did you mean at the resort?"
He seemed puzzled by my question, "What about the resort?"
"You know. When I asked you if you got what you wanted?" I reminded him, "And you said that depends on you but I'll let you know next time we go to The Lounge."
"Oh that." He went quiet.
"Yes that?" I pressed him for an answer.
He stared down at the table and concentrated on drinking his coffee.
"Dave?" I raised my voice slightly, "Tell me what you meant? What do you want?"
"I... err... I... well I... umm." He stammered still refusing to meet my gaze.
"You want me to do it again? Over here at The Lounge?" I answered my question for him.
He nodded.
Sighing, I spoke again, "Dave, talk to me. If this is what you really want, we need to discuss it."
With that he finally looked up at me, "You must think I'm weird or a pervert or something?"
Reaching across the table I took his hand, "No babe none of those. Not now, not after what happened in Turkey."
"So, you would do it again?" his voice was tinged with surprise.
"In principle, if it's what we both want, yes" I said unequivocally.
For the next half-hour we sat and drank our coffee, talking over what had happened on holiday and discussing what we both wanted now. There were no conclusions reached or decisions made but we both knew we had a lot to think about.
The rest of our Sunday was spent unpacking, washing, getting the groceries bought and a myriad of other household tasks, which was probably the best thing for both of us.
We were back at work on the Monday so it wasn't until that evening that we were able to re-visit our conversation over dinner.
"Have you thought about what you said you wanted?" I final broached the subject.
"Yes, I have." Dave responded simply.
"And?" I was equally as brief.
"I... I want you to... to do It." he told me hesitantly, "But what do you want?"
Pausing my fork half-way to my mouth, I answered, "I want to do it as well. For you as well as me."
We were agreed. All that was left was for us to work out the details.
"I guess the first thing to decide is who?" my husband suggested.
"No one we know. It has to be a stranger." I was adamant about that.
Dave nodded, "Makes sense. I guess that helps us work out the where and when."
"And I want you to be involved." I set down rule number 2, "That way we can discuss it afterwards."
"Sounds like getting picked up at The Lounge might be the best way to approach this. At least to start with." He offered after thinking about it for a moment.
My heart was already pumping faster at the thought of what we were proposing to do, "And if I do get chatted up?"
"We'll have to play that by ear I guess." Dave offered, "A lot will depend on who it is and how you feel."
"What if he wants me to go home with him?" I raised a possible obstacle.
My husband grinned, "Then I guess I'll have to wait for you to come home the following day."
"No." I stated firmly, "If you aren't there then it won't happen."
We finished dinner and cleared away leaving me with a lot to think over.
For the next couple of days, we focused on work and left the subject of me getting fucked alone. There was plenty to keep both of us busy and I wanted some time to come to terms with what I had agreed to do.
Despite the fact we had decided go ahead I was still concerned how it might affect our marriage, although Dave seemed much less worried than me. He did point out, in answer to my apprehension, that I had actually fucked another man on holiday and we were still happily together.
Having thought it all through I knew, deep down, it was something I had to do. The experience in Turkey, with Mehmet, had awakened something sexual inside me and I knew I would find it hard ignore the feelings it had aroused in me.
Fortunately, my husband wanted me to indulge the fantasy for his own pleasure.
"Do you want to try The Lounge tomorrow night?" Dave asked me on the Thursday evening.
Tentatively I nodded, "I... I guess so."
He looked at me quizzically, "You don't sound sure?"
"No, no I am sure. I want to. It's just... I don't know... the final step." I told him honestly.
