Turish Spa

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.

We were staying at a resort hotel which had 'healing spas' all over the grounds of the hotel. At this stage we were all a little tipsy, especially Joanne who wasn't used to the strong Turkish drink that she was guzzling.

All of a sudden Joanne suggested that we should all go and have a splash in the spa. As it eventuated only John, Joanne and myself were up for it. The others begged off saying they had had too much to drink and were tired. Joanne and I went to our room to get our bathers with Joanne giggling all the way, she had definitely had her share of the grog at dinner. When we got to the room she got all coy and pulled out a new bathing suit from her suitcase. I hadn't seen it before, she said that she bought it that day at the local market. It appeared to be made out of nothing, just a small amount of weave around the crotch and covering the nipples all held together with a small piece of string. She looked absolutely stunning in it. Joanne asked if it was too exposing. I of course said no and that I loved it and I'm sure that John would too. Her response was that John wouldn't care, he was half her age and wouldn't be interested in an 'older woman'. I thought to myself 'don't you bet on it'.

Anyway ten minutes later Joanne and I were frolicking in the spa, which was outside. It was quite a large pool with a small island in the middle and a tunnel into the interior part of the pool. Outside it was dark as there was only a small moon and no artificial lights.

There was no one else in the pool so Joanne and I started fooling around with some serious kissing and me playing with her breasts that were trying to escape from her minimal, and as I could now see, see-through top. She looked and felt absolutely fuckable. I even managed to wiggle a finger through her pants into her molten hot pussy. Joanne squealed and managed to escape my clutches just as John arrived.

John was wearing a robe which he quickly discarded. I heard a gasp from Joanne as his robe hit the ground. John was just wearing his speedos. I must admit he looked like an Adonis standing there with rippling muscles, toned body and a pair of speedos that didn't fully cover his obviously huge cock. I looked over at Joanne and her eyes were wide and her mouth was hanging open. Thankfully John dived into the water and Joanne could close her mouth. I did too.

We spent half an hour or so just swimming around in the spa before Joanne came up with the idea of playing a game with some of the balls that were lying around. We ended up playing 'keeping off'. It seemed to me that Joanne ended up in the middle more that John or myself. As a result both of us kept grabbing her to try and get the ball. The game got more and more physical. I know that I was grabbing her boobs under the water and twice again got my fingers into her pants. Maybe it was the spa water, but she was amazingly wet in her pussy. I had my suspicions that John was also grabbing her boobs under the water as sometimes she would get very quiet when John was trying to get the ball from her, she didn't seem to struggle at all.

At this stage the grog was starting to catch up on me and I started to feel a bit unwell. I suggested that we should call an end to it, but Joanne and John wouldn't hear of it. Joanne suggested that I head off and that she would follow shortly. I thought 'what the heck, Joanne is in safe hands and isn't going to get into any trouble'. So I headed back to our room.

On the way I remembered that I had left the keys to the room with Joanne's towel so I headed back to the pool to get them. As it was dark Joanne and John didn't see or hear me return. I could see them just near the small island in the middle of the pool. I was behind some of the chairs around the side.

As I bent down to get the keys I saw John grab Joanne by the shoulders and draw her towards him. She appeared to struggle a bit and I heard her say 'John what are you doing?' before his arms surrounded her and he put his lips on hers. There was a stunned silence which went on for around 20 seconds before she pulled away shaking her head saying 'john what has got into you? My husband is in our room waiting for me'. He didn't respond just grabbed her again and brought her so that she was plastered across his body. Again he kissed her. This time she didn't pull away, she just melted into his body and kissed him back. It seemed to go on forever.

I could see his hands playing with her breasts. Eventually her top slipped off completely exposing her beautiful breasts to John. He didn't miss a beat, just lowered his lips to completely cover her right nipple while his left hand played with left nipple which was sticking out like a small torchlight. I'm not sure where his right hand was but Joanne seemed to be floating with her legs wrapped around his torso. There was a look of complete fulfilment and lust upon her face. This couldn't be my inhibited frigid wife cavorting in the water in front of me.

I soon figured where his right hand was because when they stopped kissing for a second I heard her say 'John, don't touch me there, I'm married....ooooh God that feels good, but you shouldn't'. In response John just kissed her again and continued working on her. All resistance left her body, she just seemed to float above him with her legs surrounding his torso.

Suddenly he broke the kiss and turned her around so that she was facing away from him. I could now see her beautiful breasts floating in front of her. He immediately covered them both with his hands, fingering her nipples at the same time. Again one of his hands disappeared below the surface, but this time, as the water was so clear, I could see his fingers move aside the feeble resistance of her bathers and delve into her. First one, then two and eventually three fingers were working inside my wife's honeypot. At this stage my wife had extended her legs out in front of her in a V making it easier for him to access her inner self.

This continued for a while with him continuing to kiss and fondle her. I heard her mutter into his mouth how fantastic it was feeling and that nobody had turned her on like this for years. He responded with continued vigour rubbing her clit at the same time that he had three fingers buried completely inside her.

He then brought his left hand down from fondling her breast. I couldn't see exactly what he was doing but it soon became clear when suddenly I saw his exposed huge member bobbing in front of my wife. She didn't see it as her eyes were closed with her moaning into his mouth how fantastic she was feeling. Things were obviously going to escalate soon – sooner than I thought.

While still playing with her pussy he slowly lifted her in the water until she was positioned above his huge cock. Then I saw him remove his fingers from her pussy while still playing with her clit. I heard her complain about him removing his fingers but before she could complain anymore he dropped her onto his cock. I could see perfectly through the water. There appeared to be a momentary resistance with his cock head caught at her entrance until he gave a slight upward push of his body whereupon around three inches suddenly disappeared inside her. Her eyes immediately flashed open and she exclaimed, 'God, that's not your fingers, you can't put your cock into me, I'm married, I have never had another cock in me, nooo noo'. I thought at this point that my faithful wife would remain that way and push him away and come back to our marriage bed.

John grabbed Joanne's face and started kissing her again. I could see through the clear water that Joanne was trying to lever herself off John, but all she was doing with all her wriggling was slowly impaling herself on his cock. John of course was also trying to get as much of himself into my wife at the same time. With all the wriggling and moving around I could see that another three inches of John had entered my wife. This was as much as I could ever get in her. I then saw John withdraw mostly out of my wife. Her immediate reaction was to thank him for not plundering her completely. She should have saved her words because as quickly as he had withdrawn from her he reinserted himself into her, but even more than before. As he again went inside my wife he played with her clit. I could see she was struggling with him but her eyes were closed and she seemed to be losing concentration. Again he withdrew and again he reinserted himself into my wife. This time he went all the way. All I could see were his balls resting against her pussy lips. He was inside her completely, all ten inches. He stopped moving in her but continued to play with her clit and breast. Her eyes were closed and she was making some mewing noises into his mouth as they kissed. I heard her say 'this is wrong, but I feel so full, so complete'!

My wife then started moving up off his cock. I thought again that she was going to stop, that she would not be unfaithful to me. I thought this up until I could see around nine inches of cock sticking out of her when suddenly she slid down until he was completely buried inside of her again to his balls. Again and again she rose up and down on his cock. Filling her like never before. Gradually the tempo started to build. I could see John moving his loins under her as she rose and fell upon him. His fingers continued working on her breast, rolling and pulling her nipples while his other hand rested in front of her pussy working rapidly on her clit.

My wife was moaning and groaning like she was in pain, but I don't think she was. She kept moaning his name and saying words I haven't heard from her before, like fuck, cock, huge, deep, hard, ooh so deeeep. Their actions were stirring up waves in front of them. She was now easily accommodating his size and rising up above him and crashing down to fully impale herself, over and over again. Her breath started coming in small gasps and I could tell that she was about to come. Again and again she lurched down onto his huge cock, swallowing it with her cunt each time that she reached bottom. John was thrusting up as hard as he could. Each time she came down on him I could see his cock completely disappear into her and his balls end up wedged into her pussy folds. At times it looked like they also would disappear into her with the violence of their mating. I couldn't believe how she was accommodating him so well inside herself.

This couldn't continue, they were making enough noise to wake the other guests. Suddenly Joanne shuddered on top of him, with his cock fully inside her. She grabbed his face and silently screamed into his mouth that she was coming and to fill her with his seed. She didn't need to ask twice as I saw John grab her by the hips and raise her up and down on his monstrous cock. My wife continued to come and he ploughed into her. Suddenly he stopped with her fully impaled onto him and I could see through the water that his balls were completely contracted and I could actually see them pulse as he injected his seed into her. There were five or six strong contractions with him fully inserted inside her, then he started moving her up and down on top of him again and I could see his balls give small follow up pulses of seed into her. At this stage Joanne was like a loose doll in his hands. She just kept mewing and moaning softly saying 'Oh God, Oh God that was glorious, you were so deep into me. I felt you spurt into me, it was so strong, like a fountain inside me – I cant believe how fantastic it felt to feel you flooding your seed into me. I don't want it to ever come out – little bits of you in me floating around inside my body. What a fantastic feeling!'

My wife was still fully impaled on John. I could see his balls still nestled into her folds and her stomach slightly bulging from where his cock lay within her. He kept slowly moving inside her, withdrawing a few inches and then inserting them back into her.

I figured I should leave as she would soon come back to our marriage bed and I wanted to pretend that I was asleep. I quickly made my way back to the room, hopped into bed and waited, and waited. She didn't return for another 30 minutes. I couldn't understand what took her so long.

When she came into the room she was apologetic about being so long and said that she and John and some others went off to have a drink in the bar and time just seemed to get away from them. She was still looking damp and flushed. I grabbed her as she walked past the bed to get to the bathroom and pulled her down onto the bed with me. She struggled briefly as I kissed her passionately and told her that I was feeling better now and wanted her. I felt her stiffen when I said this, but I persisted and started kissing her breasts and throat, which she loves. I felt her resistance fade and when I did I quickly grabbed her bathers and took them off her. I immediately looked at her pussy. It was all puffy and I could see some liquid oozing out of her, but only a little, the rest was still deep inside her. I immediately lowered my face to her pussy. Joanne tried to stop me but I was too strong and soon had my tongue twirling inside her. It was a delicious combination of tastes. I could taste my wife but there was also a heightened taste of something else. Of course I knew what and delved in deeper.

After eating my wife until she came I climbed on top and sunk my cock to the base much easier than I had ever done before. It was like a loose velvet glove that just seemed to suck me in to the bottom. I came immediately and added my seed to Johns, but of course Joanne didn't know that I knew – it is my secret.

I eventually found out that Joanne took longer to come back to the room than I thought she would have as John didn't go flaccid after he fucked her the first time and he fucked her again and inserted even more seed into her.