Maggie tidied herself up while I carefully tucked my stiff and sticky dick back into my jeans. We were once more presentable – although probably not completely respectable, because Maggie always wears a lazy, slightly smug expression for an hour or two afterwards, which to me is a dead giveaway as to what she's been doing. She might as well wave a banner announcing she's just been fucked, it's so obvious. I didn't mind though. Far from it. I thought it was great that the woman I loved was so at ease with herself that she didn't care if people could guess she'd just had sex.
I backed the car carefully out of its concealment and we rejoined the road. Half an hour later (we overshot the road up to the farmhouse and it took a good ten minutes for us to realise, turn round and retrace our route) we pulled into a parking area some twenty yards from the house. I turned off the engine and for a moment or two we sat there, feeling the heat seeping into the car once more, now that the air-conditioning was off, while we studied the building.
From where we were parked, I was gratified to note it looked everything the advert said it would be. Although the style and building materials were typical of the region, the construction was clearly recent. The plants and shrubs around the building were well-tended and the crazy-paved path leading from the parking area and disappearing around the side of the house was neat and weed-free.
'I like it,' Maggie announced. 'I think this is going to be pretty much as we hoped.'
'I like the look of her, too,' I grinned, drawing Maggie's attention to the girl who had appeared and was now approaching us with a smile of welcome.
'Down boy,' Maggie said warningly. 'I think someone has sent their daughter to meet us. She looks too young to be anything else.'
Initially I agreed with Maggie but, by the time the girl reached the car I realised that the sway of her slim hips and the enticing way her small, bra-less breasts jiggled, suggested considerably more experience than her youthful appearance and innocent expression would indicate. The bold and appraising way she ran her eyes over me as I climbed out of the car added to my impression that here was a girl who had seen her share of bedrooms.
'Welcome!' she greeted us in what I thought was a delightfully sexy voice as she extended a small hand for us to shake. 'I'm Gina and I'm guessing you two are Maggie and Charlie.'
'Indeed we are,' I smiled back at her, unable to stop my eyes drifting from her wide, sexy mouth, to her small, high breasts and then down to her neat waist and long, slim legs.
She returned my smile with a knowing one of her own. What woman isn't aware of being checked-out? Far from being perturbed or embarrassed she took my scrutiny as her due – as all attractive women do – and, after asking us to follow her inside, she turned to lead the way and, in doing so, gave me the opportunity to admire her nicely rounded ass. I grabbed our two cases while Maggie scooped up our hand luggage and we walked around the end of the house.
The view across the valley opened right up as the land dropped gently away to a small, tree-lined river before rising up again on the other side. However the scenery, stunning as it was, couldn't compete with the two women sitting casually on the terrace by the swimming pool. I presumed the two men in the pool were the women's partners but I wasn't interested in them. The women, however, were something else again.
Whilst neither of them seemed as good-looking as Maggie, the fact that younger of the two was stark naked while the other wore only a tiny thong, made up for a lot. Unfortunately, Gina led us inside without allowing me the chance to get a good look at our fellow guests – and potential sex partners – and instead showed us into a large and airy room dominated by a huge bed. Almost as an afterthought, there was a wardrobe against one wall, a dressing table against another and two large armchairs.
'That's a big bed!' Maggie gasped. 'Are they this big in all the rooms?'
'Of course,' Gina smiled, glancing at me, 'they need to be, in case you decide to bring some friends back. What do you think, Charlie? Will there be enough room for you?'
The way she was smiling at me, it was like she'd have been more than happy to demonstrate to Maggie that there was plenty of space to play in.
'I would think so,' I smiled back, nodding slowly and noting how her nipples had suddenly become very obvious.
'Yes, well, I'll leave you two to settle in. The en-suite is through there,' she pointed towards a door next to the wardrobe. 'We're expecting James and Claire anytime now. Daisy-Mae and her husband, Karl and Pete and his wife, Sue, you saw by the pool. Mick and I will serve drinks on the terrace at six when the idea will be for us all to introduce ourselves before dinner. After that . . . '
Her eloquent shrug left us in no doubt that she fully expected things to kick-off straight away. Then she gave us both a last smile, before slipping away.
We waited a few moments to ensure she was out of earshot before speaking. Maggie went to sit and then lie on the bed, finally rolling about on it.
'You could get lost in this thing,' she giggled.
'I'd find you,' I grinned.
'Huh! Not if little Miss Perky-Nipples has her way! I swear if I wasn't here she'd be testing the bed springs with you right now.'
'You think?' I laughed.
'Admit it, you fancy her.'
'I admit it,' I grinned. 'But there's any number of women I fancy. That doesn't mean I'd do anything about it.'
'Maybe not normally,' she muttered darkly, 'but the whole point of a swingers' holiday is that everyone is available. If you fancy someone – and they fancy you – you fuck. And she made it very clear that she fancies you. I bet you, right here and now, that you fuck Gina at some point this holiday.'
'What time is it?' I asked, refusing to be drawn.
'Huh?'
My change of subject confused her.
'What time is it?' I repeated.
'Nearly half-past four. Why?' she asked, rolling onto her stomach.
'I want to lick your pussy.'
'What?'
'I want to lick your pussy,' I said, joining her on the bed. 'I want to lick, suck, tongue-fuck, finger-fuck and generally make a pig of myself between those lovely legs of yours. Then I want to hook your ankles over my shoulders and fuck you senseless.'
'Oh. Okay,' she agreed and started to undress.
At six o'clock, feeling ridiculously nervous, we presented ourselves on the terrace where the same four people we had seen when we first arrived were already gathered. Gina was also there looking even younger in a loose, summery dress that just about reached the middle of her slim thighs. As we nodded our greetings another couple came out of the house to join us.
'Ah. Good. Everyone's here,' Gina smiled in greeting, walking round with a tray offering everyone drinks. 'Except Mick, of course. You'll meet him at dinner. Right now he's cooking up a storm for us all. Oh, can I just say, the drinks I'm offering – and the wine we serve with your meals – are with our compliments. However, if you would like a drink from the bar at any other time – and all you have to do is ask – we must ask you to pay for them. Of course, if you want to buy your own alcohol from a shop or supermarket, then please feel free to do so.
'Right. Let's do the introductions. I'm Gina and, along with my husband Mick, I own this little hotel. Mick – his real name's Michelangelo by the way, but that's too much of a mouthful, especially at crucial moments. Can you imagine it? "Oh, yes, yes, Michelangelo, yes!" Much easier to just say, "Mick".'
There was a round of smiles and a few laughs. Daisy-Mae – the girl who had been naked earlier, I realised – raised a few more when she said in an aside loud enough for us all to hear: 'Personally, I like to have my mouth full at certain crucial moments.'
'I met Mick in Florence,' Gina continued. 'I spent a year there as part of my art degree and he was cooking at my favourite restaurant. I nearly didn't want to come back to England to finish my degree but my parents, who weren't too pleased about me falling for an Italian chef – that was before they'd tasted his cooking, mind – said if I finished my course and still felt the same about Mick, then they wouldn't stand in my way.
'As you've probably gathered, I did and they didn't.'
'That all sounds very romantic,' Claire smiled. 'But, judging from your age, you haven't been married long, how did the hotel for swingers come about?'
'Mick's dream was to be the cook in his own hotel so we were always looking to have a place like this but, as to the swinging side of things, well . . .' she paused to give us a raunchy grin, 'let's just say that, although I missed Mick during my final year at university, I wasn't what you might call celibate. And, as he admitted when I nipped over to see him from time to time, neither was he.
'We agreed that, as long as we were apart it would be okay to allow ourselves some casual sex. In fact, if anything it convinced us even more that we were right for each other because even though weren't being faithful, we still missed each other like crazy and wanted to be with each other. If nothing else, it proved our relationship wasn't based purely on lust.
'Getting married didn't stop us having opportunities to have sex with other people and we decided that, as long as we were open about it, it might be fun to take advantage of them. When Mick inherited enough money to buy and restore this place, we thought we'd see if there was a market for swingers holidays. And, so far, so good,' she smiled. 'So, Daisy-Mae, that's our story. Would you like to share yours?'
'Sure,' Daisy-Mae grinned, looking round us all to make sure we were listening.
She had put on a loose, sleeveless vest that, whilst not actually transparent, was nevertheless thin enough to allow us to see her breasts had large, dark aureoles. The short, pleated skirt showed off her long, slim legs to good advantage.
