Mary Mary Quite Contrary 6

My husband and I have always had a good if not particularly adventurous love life. I know I have frustrated him sometimes by being unwilling to try different or kinky things in and out of the bedroom. I blame it at least partially on being raised Catholic.

Oddly though, as I thought about it after our most recent argument, and my most recent tryst, it occurred to me that I only got really nasty, kind of kinky, and even a little bit slutty when I was mad at him, and generally when we were traveling. I guess that combination brings out the worst-best in me, because as I thought about all my "transgressions" over the years, those were the common threads. Ironically I couldn't be kinky or bad with him, which is what I knew he desperately wanted, but if I was mad at him I had no problem getting down and dirty with others. I guess I always have enjoyed teasing and denying him to a certain extent.

The first time this occurred was down in Mexico. We were going out for a celebratory dinner with some friends so I curled my long blonde hair, shaved my legs, and painted my toenails cherry red. I got dressed up in a short black party dress and sexy 4" heels, thinking we might be in for a romantic and sex-filled night afterward. Unfortunately and uncharacteristically for him he promptly ruined the evening by over-imbibing and leaving me to watch a World Cup soccer match in the bar. Well, the other two young handsome Mexican guys at the table were smarter than him, they immediately ordered me a margarita and a couple shots of tequila and shall we say, took advantage of the situation and me. At first they just played with my thighs under the table with their hands, but then one thing led to another and it ended with me bent over the table, with one guy holding me while the other took me, then they switched up. I was reluctant at first but ultimately went back to the room thoroughly satiated and without my panties, I guess they wanted a trophy.

The next time was also south of the border, in Costa Rica. Truthfully I can't remember why or even if I was mad at him then. All I remember is the gorgeous young man who worked on the ferry. He was well built with long black hair, brown eyes and luscious lips. I was wearing black leggings, an off the shoulder top, and strappy sandals and I must have caught his fancy. He kept glancing at me until finely our eyes met and we both knew it was on.

I made an excuse to go down to the car and get something, and get something I did! My young man followed discreetly and when we were safely hidden behind the cars he grabbed me and kissed me hard. We both knew what we wanted and he went right to work. He spun me around and kissed my neck as his hands slid up my sides to roughly fondle my breasts and nipples, which I was more than fine with...we both knew this was a slam, bam, thank you Ma'am situation! His hands slid down my sides and as he knelt behind me he pulled my leggings down and sensually kissed and licked my ass and thighs, while his fingers made their way to my wet, wanton cunt. As he straightened back up his hard cock came up between my legs and I bent forward enough for him to access my now dripping, aching, craven pussy. He held my hips and plunged hard into me and then grabbed my shoulder and hair and pulled me onto him. It was fast and furious and not long before we both came hard, our sex sounds being covered by the noise of the ship. As I pulled up my leggings and we recovered, he gave me another hard kiss and then was gone, like a wave rolling past. I pulled myself together, grabbed a skirt from the car to cover my cum-spotted leggings and went back up on deck, with no one the wiser.

It didn't occur to me this was becoming a pattern until after the third time.

My sister Sheila was getting married and a few of her friends and I were going to go out for a bachelorette party and have a "slumber party" at a nice hotel in her hometown. My husband really thought this was a bad idea and let me know about it in no uncertain terms. Well, just to let him know who was boss I really dressed up sexy before my sister and her friends came to pick me up and I made sure he knew it! I put on my sheerest bra, a crotchless fishnet body stocking he had bought for me, a short, silk dress that barely covered my ass and what he referred to as my "fuck me" heels. He begged me not to go out "looking that" and seemed very sad, hurt, and horny when I left and told him not to wait up!

The evening went uneventfully and while we all had a great time drinking and dancing, nobody got too crazy. When everyone was ready to call it a night my sister and I decided to go to the hotel bar for a nightcap. Sheila and I have always been close but also very competitive. She was always considered by our family the "beautiful" sister while I was the "smart" one, characterizations which annoyed both of us. As we drank and dissected our family "roles" a party of six really good looking black men came in looking to get rowdy...turns out they were having a bachelor party!

Serendipity we said. We contemplated calling our mates but knew they had already crashed so we decided we'd party a bit more and see how things progressed.

Well, after a few more drinks and some dirty dancing we were all headed for their rooms and some strip poker. Sheila proved to be very bad at cards but "poke her" they did! As I looked at her with beautiful black cocks in every orifice, writhing in ecstasy, my competitive juices got flowing and soon I was in virtually the same position. We were a sight to behold, two beautiful women, one naked, one partly so, on our hands and knees, pulsing cocks buried to the hilt, being spanked and pinched and humped raw, and then covered in well earned loads of cum. The guys were gentlemen enough to give us the room to sober up and clean up in and we made up a cover story for our girlfriends the next morning during brunch, since it was not exactly our proudest moment, but we both had to admit it was fun, we liked it, and it would be our forever secret.

The next time was on trip I ended up taking alone to Greece. He was invited, but said it was too tough for his work schedule. I was upset but by now knew I'd have a good time without him.

I scheduled a Guide for the first few days to show me the sights and teach me about the culture. My guide's name was Yiannis. As it turned out, it took some enticing, but he showed me much, much more.

Yiannis was the consummate guide and host. He was also freaking gorgeous, in a Greek god sort of way, tall, flowing blonde hair, sparkling blue eyes, a prominent nose, and full, juicy lips.

He had the connections and knew the best times and ways to visit the main attractions to see their splendor and avoid the crowds.

After several long days of sightseeing I was beat and requested a leisure day. When he asked me what I wanted to do I said a day at the beach and a massage would be perfect. He said, as you wish.

The next morning after sleeping in and a lovely light greek brunch Yiannis showed up and took me to a lovely secluded beach. He explained on the way that there likely would be very few people and that it was clothing optional. He asked if I was comfortable with that?

I thought about it for a minute and decided I was. I'm no swimsuit model but I was a volleyball player in high school and college and am proud of my body. I still workout and am still firm in all the right places. I asked where he would be while I was at the beach and he said he had to go pick up the masseuse and bring him back, but that he'd made a picnic lunch and would be back shortly thereafter.

The beach was surreal, white sands and cerulean water and sky in a beautiful private cliff backed cove. There were small rocky islets to swim out to and the water was warm and crystal clear. It was better than I had imagined, a fantasy scene, that made me think about my upcoming massage. I have to admit, as I lay there basking in the sun, getting drowsy with the warmth that I had a little fantasy that Yiannis would be my masseuse and I started to get a little wet.

As I was thinking this I heard Yiannis's car and turned to see it park about a quarter mile down the beach. I could see him and another guy setting up a privacy tent. Assuming this was my massage I wrapped my towel around me and started a leisurely walk down to them. When I got there I was shocked to see two Yiannis's!

He explained that this was his twin brother Giorgio and he was indeed a masseuse. After a bit of an awkward introduction I was uncharacteristically speechless and Yiannis asked if this was going to be okay. I told him I was surprised but, yes, it would be fine. Yiannis smiled his gorgeous smile and said then he would take a walk on the beach and leave me in Giorgio's capable hands. Giorgio offered me an icy Prosecco and began to ask me about my massage preferences and any injury history. After I finished my drink he discreetly turned away and put on some soothing music and was oiling up his hands while I positioned myself face down on the massage table. He

said I should feel free to direct him but his preferred method was to "listen to what my body told him" and massage accordingly. I have had a lot of massages and I could tell right away Giorgio was good at his craft. He began with my lower back and slowly worked his way to my upper back, shoulders and neck. He said he could feel tightness there so he concentrated on it for quite some time. He had me feeling so relaxed I almost dozed off multiple times. As I drifted off into fantasy land I remember thinking I didn't think this day could get any better. Was I ever wrong! I felt his strong hands move to my lower back and then onto my butt cheeks. As he refreshed his oil I felt some dribble down my butt crack and his fingers came tantalizingly close to my cunt lips as he spread the new oil. He was quite aggressive with his massage of my butt and hips and the fluttering feeling I had in my pussy began to spread throughout my core. I think my body was trying to tell us both something. He moved down the backs of my thighs and calves and started on my feet. My feet have always been one of my erogenous zones and I could feel the warmth in my pussy begin to catch fire. Just then I felt another pair of hands begin to massage my upper arms and pull them above my head. I assumed it was Yiannis but honestly I didn't care as I was now being stretched from the tips of my toes to the tips of my fingers and it felt delicious. I was also pretty sure at this point I knew how this massage was going to end up and my body was craving it. I was getting totally turned on by the way they were sensuously massaging my hands and feet when they simultaneously began sucking my fingers and toes. I was in heaven. Then, like the team that they now were, they effortlessly rolled me over on my back and again began sucking my digits in earnest. At this point I saw that the beach was clothing optional for masseuse's as well! I wanted to be a more active participant so I reached out with my free hand and foot to find cock, two erect, beautifully veined cocks dripping with pre-cum. As I gave them each a light hand and foot job respectfully, Yiannis was working toward my chest and Giorgio my crotch. As things languorously progressed Yiannis was rubbing my tits and sucking my nipples, while Giorgio began fingering my pussy and teasing my clit with his tongue. I was about to explode, as were they. Just as I grabbed Yiannis's cock he tilted my head so I could more easily deep throat him, and Giorgio filled my honey hole with his long thick cock. As we all gratified each other I got them both to blow by putting a finger up Yiannis's ass and my big toe up Giorgio's. At that point we all exploded in one big communal orgasm. As soon as we recovered we all walked to the ocean hand in hand for a cleansing and refreshing swim.

I had to fly home the next day but as I told myself on the plane, what happened in Greece stays in Greece.