We were travelling down the west coast of Turkey on a long awaited and much deserved holiday. It was a small group tour of just eight of us, all Australian. There was a middle aged couple, similar to ourselves, two elderly sisters who had been travelling all over
Europe, an elderly couple who, while over 70 were sprightly and game for anything. In addition there was John a very fit, tall good looking basketball player and the Turkish guide/driver.
I am just a smidgin over 50, tall and of large frame, some would say potentially a bit 'over-large' frame while my wife, Joanne, while being also a little on the voluptious side has all the voluptious bits in the right places. She is 5'8" blonde with a definitely cuddlesome body. Her breasts are her best assets, riding high and firm with exquisite nipples that just beg to be sucked and tweaked, which I might add that she enjoys, though only in the privacy of the bedroom. While being wonderful in bed in the traditional fashion i.e. lights off and under the blanket, she is not very adventurous or willing to explore the more interesting parts of sex.
While being a bit staid in the bedroom she is a bit of an enigma in that she really enjoys showing off her body and is a terrible flirt, but mainly just with friends who know that she is 'all show and no go'.
Maybe what they say about holidays is true in that it brings out the adventurer in ones self?
The trip was going really well, all the people in the group interacted and got on like a house on fire, especially us and the other middle aged couple. We all took a bit of pity on John as he was a bit by himself with no-one else really his age. Joanne especially seemed to make him feel at ease and 'open-up' to the rest of the group. He was an energetic travelling companion and was always wanting to do one last little bit of exploration around a ruin, or walk to the top of another hill.
In addition to being a beautiful woman my wife is also very fit, more so than me. Inevitably when John wanted to continue exploring Joanne was the only one to have the stamina to keep up. As a result they tended to spend a bit of time exploring by themselves all the old roman ruins that we visited.
We would have a drink at night and discuss the days activities. Joanne was particularly effusive about how nice John was and how he helped her over the difficult bits when they were walking together. She even recounted how at one stage he was holding her hand over a particularly difficult climb and how she slipped and dragged him down on top of her. It ended up that he was on top of her while she was spreadegled on the ground. Luckily neither of them was hurt. She then got a bit embarrassed in her telling of the tale and it was only when I kept nagging her that she confessed that while they were lying in this position, with John on top of her, that John actually gave her a little kiss and thanked her for being so beautiful and kind to him. Joanne didn't know what to do, she was embarrassed, but also exhilarated that this tall good looking bloke would consider her beautiful and want to kiss her.
She hurriedly broke the kiss and they then returned to our group, John with a big smile and Joanne looking confused and exhilarated. Joanne also confessed to me the next morning that when John fell on her she felt something hard, yet soft, pressing into her tummy where John was lying. She described the size of it and assumed that it was something that he had in his pocket, it couldn't be his manhood – it was just too big.
Anyway another couple of days passed on the tour, though Joanne tended not to go as much with John on his extended forays around the various ruins, though she still flirted with him and showed off her beautiful breasts to him at every opportunity. One night after a number of beers John and I went to the toilet together for a well earned pee. I couldn't but help look over and see if what Joanne had felt was in fact a reality. It was. His penis was much longer and thicker than mine when flaccid compared to mine when erect. It was like a horse dick, though not as knobbly at the tip. He was circumcised while I am not, which I am sure made it look bigger.
When I got back to the table, and after a couple of more drinks, I mentioned to Joanne that what she had accidentally felt was in fact the largest cock I had seen in my life. She just laughed and told me I was surely mistaken. I knew I wasn't.