Mediterranean Summer
Adult Material, over 18 and like that kind of thing then read on.
Part one. The meeting
We met Grant at a 4th of July party. He was one of the two hundred Americans who worked at the NATO base on the island. It really was an odd situation, The base was run by the British Military, and for political reasons, Americans were not supposed to be there. Everybody knew they were of course, even the Greeks, but to save face, everybody said they and their U2 spy plane where part of the meteorological department, collecting high altitude weather data on a daily basis.
Even stranger was the fact that these Americans were all there on their own, no families. To maintain the top-secret nature of what they did, their families were told they were in Athens. My wife Vivienne and I were both teachers at a local international school, the staff, who were all civilians, played along with the game, and nicknamed the America contingent the 'Olive Harvest'.
Even in this top-secret location, the 4th of July had to be celebrated, and it was, in style too. American ice cream, beer, turkey, steak, you name it, was all flown in especially for the occasion, no expense was spared. It was there we met Grant, a Mormon form Arkansas.
He was an unassuming person and we soon warmed to him, he told us how the Americans called the place 'Fantasy Island' on account of the fact that there were no available women, so they only had fantasies to keep them going. He made a lot of the fact that there were around 200 desperately horny 'yanks' there that evening. As the evening wore on, we chatted, and drank and he danced with Vivienne, and obviously enjoyed (as did she) a particularly slow number.
The chat turned to what we had planned for the weekend. Grant told us he was off to a nudist beach he knew about. That got our interest, where? We had no idea there was one! He described how to get there, but it was rather complicated, so he suggested he would show us if we picked him up the next morning. We happily agreed and with a hug and a handshake, set of home, feeling very horny from the evening and in anticipation of nude bathing the next day.
The next day dawned predictably hot, as it always did in July in the Aegean. We packed our beach bags and set off to pick up Grant, very excited by the idea of nudity, we were both exhibitionist at heart and I was certainly a voyeur. Naked bodies... hmmm I could not wait. Did I mention that I was a bit bi? Hetero-bi I think is the expression to be used, rather than gay-bi. Certainly the idea of Grant naked next to my wife was an additional turn on for me.
The secret beach was about 1 hour's drive away, along the coast road. Down a long winding unsealed farm track, passed vineyards and olive trees, gnarled carobs and goat herds we went until at last we reached an open area next to the sea. There were no other cars there. Grant then told us it was another 15 minutes walk away, around the headland. No cars... no people... I questioned it with Grant. He reassured us that it was quite early in the day and sometimes no other people even came as so few people even knew about it. So much for ogling the naked beauties.
We set off, very hot and thirsty, lugging our beach bags. Remember there is no tide to speak of in the Mediterranean, so we had to clamber over the rocks wade in the sea until at last, very hot, but excited (at least I was) we arrived at this sandy little bay that was empty except for the occasional house sized rock that interrupted the sand and the view. They also provided some welcome shade and some privacy, should we feel in need of it.
Hot and sweaty from our trek, we flung off our clothes and ran into the warm water, oh the relief. We swam and chatted and splashed around for a while before heading back to our towels to dry off and smother ourselves with sun block.
We all took this opportunity to surreptitiously sneak looks at each other. He was slimly built but not scrawny and his even golden tan showed that he was not new to this beach. He was also very well hung and as he applied sun block to his groin, it grew slightly, making him quite sexy, almost a Grecian God to look at.
Now I am ordinary, rather fair skinned man for the Mediterranean climate, but was positive and happy about how I looked naked, so was quite happy to apply some extra block to my groin area and enjoy the sensation of the my cock swelling slightly. Vivienne I think was (and still is) very attractive. Slim, tanned (with tan lines), fit and athletic with small boobs and a shaved pubic area, was certainly worth looking at naked. The shaving was a new thing that she did under protest for me, but it sure looked nice. Pouting prominent labia signposted the way to her haven, she was very sexy. I could tell that Grant found it distracting too as he tried to peek without being too obvious.
Soon Grant was acting like a contortionist as he tried to apply sun block to his middle back, it looked very funny, naked, half hard and wriggling around, he just could not reach that last little patch between the shoulder blades. My wife, caring as always offered her help, and he honoured her offer. She stood behind him, naked, applying sunscreen to his back, her hands straying to already protected areas as she liberally coated him. By the time she had finished he was fully erect, and so was I just from watching.
Turning round. He laughed off his hard-on, commenting that the 'little bugger' had a mind of its own and making a big deal of shouting down at it to 'get down you little bugger'. It was all very funny and certainly stopped any potential embarrassment in its tracks.
Vivienne asked for one of us to help her with her sunscreen. Since I did not jump up (my erection was still hidden from view), Grant did the noble think and offered to return the favour. Vivienne lay down on her tummy on the towel, closing her eyes she waited for Grant's ministering hands. Now I know she loves having her back rubbed and it often forms part of our foreplay, so I was keen to observe what might happen.
Grant coated his hands liberally with Copper Tone and gently so gently applied it to her back and shoulders, working his way up around her neck, along her shoulder blades and down to her sides. I half closed my eyes and said nothing, he was unsure how far he could go and Vivienne was not discouraging him, in fact she kept making comments of appreciation. His hands slipped down to the side of her breasts, her nipples were hidden and unreachable unless she moved a little and she showed no signs of allowing it. So after a few more gentle circular motions with his fingertips, his hands returned to the middle of her back.
More sun block was squeezed from the bottle on to his hands. I smiled to myself, she was 'done', and needed no more help, but obviously he was enjoying it, and since Vivienne was still lying prone with her eyes closed, he applied more to her back. His hands slowly worked their way down her spine and finally they arrived at the top of her buttocks. Now what was he going to do?
I was horny watching, but was surprised that Vivienne had allowed him to go so far unchallenged. Getting more Copper Tone, he gently applied some to the backs of her thighs. This was getting interesting. Running his hands gently down her calves he started a slow deliberate massage back up to her knees, his hands now though were between her legs and if he kept it up and she did not stop him soon, he would reach the mother-lode.
I feigned obliviousness, my own erection (I was lying on it) was causing some discomfort, and he was fully erect by now, the end of his penis occasionally bouncing against Viv's calves. He was ready for the final assault; I was hardly daring to breath. He withdrew to reload with Copper Tone, but then Vivienne suddenly got to her knees, briefly in the doggy position (a wonderful view) got up and stated matter of factly, "I need a pee'. She then ran off down to the sea and dived it!
I rolled over and laughed, 'The little buggers still playing up I see' I said, he replied that I seemed to have a similar problem, we both laughed and the tension was broken. By the time Vivienne returned, cooled down and collected, both 'little' buggers were under control.
For the next hour we chatted and swam and peeked and refined the art of innuendo. I was hoping for a sunscreen repeat, but no luck. We had some lunch and Vivienne got her book out and face down, started to read. The sun was very hot, and soon she pushed he book aside and apparently went to sleep. Nobody was talking now, silence and sea. I was lost in a daydream when Grant's comment woke me. 'Just off for a walk' he said. With that he headed off down the beach, still naked.
I watched him go, admiring his naked body and his buttocks. Soon he was out of sight, lost amongst the house-sized boulders. Idly I wondered where he was going. For about five minutes I sat there speculating on his departure. Then checking that Vivienne was still dozing, I headed off down the beach to find him.
The first house-rock was only two hundred metres away and I soon came to it. I wondered how far Grant had gone and if I would catch him up. I needn't have wondered. He was there, leaning against the rock, cock in hand masturbating.
He saw me, and stopped, looking slightly awkward. He laughed, I did too, but I could not stop looking at his hard cock (uncut I thought, unusual for a yank). There was a drip of pre-cum on the end, growing as his erection receded slightly.
'Sorry 'he said
'Its Ok' I replied
'Fantasy Island' he said
'What is your's?' I asked
'To make love to someone on my water bed'
'And have you ever?' I queried
'Yes' pause 'but he left a few months ago'
'He?' I asked
'Yes' he replied, slightly breathily, his erection now back at full strength.
'Can I suck your cock?' I heard some one say, suddenly realising that when Grant answered 'yes' that it must have been me.
I ran the few yards to peer round the rock. Vivienne was still apparently asleep. I returned to Grant and kneeling in front of him in the sand took his erect penis into my mouth. I tasted his precum, he moaned and thrust slightly into my mouth.
He warned me he would not last long, and I made mouth-full agreeing sounds, giving consent for him to cum in my mouth. By now his cock had reached that pre-orgasm hardness, the head swelling more in my mouth, I sucked gently knowing that any second he would erupt and during that super-sensitive time, I would give gentle massage with my tongue and cheeks, but allow him to judge the vigour of the thrusting.
He came, the tangy salty bitterness flooded my mouth, I swallowed as pulse after pulse delivered yet more cum, it overflowed over my chin until finally he was spent, leaning weakly against the rock, his eyes closed. I took my mouth away and at that moment, turning my head slightly to ease the cramped muscles in my neck, I saw her.
How long had she been there? I later found out seconds only.
She was furious, more that than, beside herself with rage and anger. 'You bastard' she yelled at me. I struggled to my feet, Grant was apologising pathetically about it being no ones fault, it just happened. Vivienne covered the ground very quickly and just as I managed to stand upright, she hit me.
Now I am not talking about a girly slap. This was a punch to the face; she got me on my right cheek, my molars tearing the inside of my mouth. I had never seen her so angry. 'Bastard, bastard, bastard' she yelled at me as she stormed off down the beach back to the towels.
I felt no pain from the punch, though the taste of blood now mingled with the taste of semen in my mouth. 'Fuck' what a mess, she would leave me now for sure. What was I doing? Stupid, stupid, stupid fucker. I realised that Grant, golden Grant now flaccid, was still there muttering over and over 'Sorry man'
I headed back down the beach to where Vivienne was sitting on the towels, staring out to sea. She was I noticed still naked, funny thing to notice I thought. She ignored me. I began to apologize. 'Fuck off' she said full of venom. 'I am thinking'
So I sat in silence, wondering how I would explain to my family why she left me. Grant, deciding discretion was the better part of valour, chose to take a long walk, and was nowhere to be seen. We sat like this for what seemed like hours - then she broke the silence.
'Is he gay" she asked. I muttered that I did not think so. "Good' she replied, 'There is only one solution' my mind was a little confused, this did not sound like a 'pack your bags and get out speech'.
'I want a threesome, I want to be fucked as well, it is the only solution'
I could not believe what she said, firstly I was not getting the heave-ho and secondly, my all-time fantasy was about to come true, to have a threesome with a guy and watch her get fucked! I had been suggesting it for three years now and she had always refused.
'Ok' she said, it was not a question. I nodded dumbly.
Part two The bedroom
Grant finally returned form his walk; he was probably wondering if we would still be there, his only method of transport might have left him in a fit of pique. Viv explained her plan to him, was he ok about it? He nodded with a mixture of enthusiasm and relief. "When?" he asked. "As soon as wet get home" was the reply.
It was all very odd, surreal almost. We got dressed in silence and made our way back to the car. My jaw was starting to hurt, but I was hardly aware of it, the excitement of the moment occupying my mind. We were going to have a threesome, at last. It really was Fantasy Island.
On the way back we made small talk, not once referring to sex. We talked about the weather, cars, and nature, anything but the subject uppermost in our minds. I can only speak for myself but I was beside myself with excitement, I so much wanted Viv to enjoy it, then she may not only forgive me, but also do it more, again and again.
At last we were back at the house, we agreed a shower would be a good idea, to get rid of the salt and sand. Viv went in first and Grant and I sat on the bed fully clothed making small talk. Soon she emerged wrapped modestly in a towel. My turn, a hurried shower, wondering if they had started without me. No, small talk and a towel were still the order of the day.
Grant departed, I took Vivienne in my arms and started kissing her, her towel slipped off. I made my way down to her breasts, flicking each nipple with my tongue as I continued my journey down. I needed to know, was she wet, did she really want to? Once again I was on my knees, this time a pussy instead of a cock greeted me. I pressed my face to her crotch, could smell her scent, aroused, her labia starting to pout more, inviting me, welcoming me.
I placed my tongue gently between her labia, searching for the button I knew was there and once pressed, would ensure she reached the point where she would not, could not back down. I wanted this so much. She was wet, very. I love the taste of an aroused woman. A man understands what I mean, not sure a woman appreciates the totally all-encompassing eroticism that the smell of a woman's aroused vagina has. It is impossible to describe, it is breath taking, it is lust, it is passion, it is promise, it is heaven, I could go on but if you know, then there is not need, if you do not, then you will never understand.
Her pussy was wet and inviting, silky wet, wanton wet, desire wet. Her labia were engorged with blood, the tip of her clitoris inviting and beckoning. My tongue explored her, drinking in the exotic tastes, woman hood, fresh enough from washing to be clean, but not so fresh as to be antiseptic, the slight aroma of urine adding its own unique signature. She sighed and pressed into me, forcing my face against her pubic mound. Her newly shaved pubis was soft against my cheek. She wanted it too. She wanted two cocks, she wanted two men to enter her and fill her, she wanted revenge though I did not realise how much at that time.
Grant came into the room, already hard, I saw him in the mirror, kiss her lips and caress her breasts. His cock, inches from my face was leaking cum again; I took it in my mouth again. Viv pulled my head away forcing me back to her pussy, 'eat me' she said in a way that meant 'do it or else'. This was her stage play to direct, she was director, producer and the lead woman all in one. We were the supporting cast, there for her pleasure, a vehicle for her to demonstrate her talents. She was here to show off, push the limits and let me know that I was not the only one who could fuck strangers.
We made love all afternoon. No we did not 'make love' we rutted in a totally animalist way. Viv sucked us, and licked us, took our cocks in her mouth, her vagina and her anus, made us lick each other and watched me take Grant anally. She made me lick his cum from her pussy, punishment she said! It was far from that; it was heaven, my ultimate fantasy to see another man's semen flowing of her and between her buttocks. I watched as he gave her orgasm after orgasm, watched his cock slide in and out of her opening, her vaginal lips caressing the length of his cock, slippery with her juices and ours. Watched her face as she rose to meet his thrusting.
I held his cock and aided his entry into her anus, a place I loved but was rarely allowed to use. He took it and she moaned and shouted obscenities urging him on and on, until we were unable to do it anymore. We were sore, we were raw and we were fucked, literally.
We lay on the bed, exhausted, and dozed and chatted for the next couple of hours until Grant said he should be going, then Vivienne dropped her second bombshell of the day, she invited him to move in with us for the summer.
Part 3 Menage a Trios?
How did I feel about that idea? I asked myself. Finally I settled on a cross between fucking amazing and fantastic!
Just imagine the sex we would have, daily doses of fuck-fest (pretty basic wording I know, but I am a male). My ultimate fantasy of watching with my wife with another man had not only come true, but would happen on a daily basis, a twice-daily basis even, more.. no limit, fuuuuck. Imagine watching Grant's wonderful cock slipping in and out of Viv's pussy, him thrusting, buttocks tensing. Her moaning (actually yelling is more accurate, she does have the noisiest orgasms one can imagine. Quite a problem sometimes depending on where you are at the moment of climax. It has caused coitus interruptus a number of times as I have lost my 'vigour' in embarrassment).
My mind was on fire with lust, fantasy and planning. I could explore my bisexual side a bit more too. The possibilities were endless. My imagination was fuelled by visions of their naked bodies entwined and coupling.
I did not sleep well that night and woke up about 1.00 am with a terrible (wonderful) hard on. It was pulsing, throbbing. Should I slip off and have a wank in the spare room? Try and have one there in bed and not wake Viv, or, pretend to try and do it without waking Viv, but wake her and shag her! I can be romantic sometimes, but it was heat and hormones at that moment so 'making love' was not an option. I wanted a shag.
Hand on tool I commenced stroking. Just enough effort to make the bed shake slightly, must be subtle. No response from sleeping Viv. More effort by me, more bed shaking a groan and stirring and 'What the hell are you doing? What time is it?'
I explained my problem, 'Can I have a quickie? Please?' She showed her consent by turning on to her back, yawning and opening her legs. 'Don't expect me to respond' she said matter of factly. I put my leg over in the time-honoured tradition and gently nudged the end of my erection at her entrance. One not so gentle push and I was in. She gasped slightly and thrust up to meet me. 'Your wet' I said. 'After what has been shot up there today what do you expect?' was her reply.
'God you were sexy today' I whispered in her ear.
'You were an asshole' was her reply. So much for pillow talk.
'You loved his cock in you though? Didn't you? You were noisy enough when you came. Almost scared him off.'
'Yes I liked it and I am going to have a lot more too, so get on with it and fuck me, asshole.'
It was too much. I came. She was not pleased and sent me off to 'do the dishes', our phrase for going down on her and licking her pussy clean and performing post coital cunnilingus. She loves it, and so do I for that matter. Just as well as I would be doing a lot of it in the weeks that were to follow.
The next morning was the start of the big day. Grant was moving in. My hard-on was back and Viv's answer to it was basically 'not now dear plenty of time, be patient'.
We had yet to discuss sleeping arrangements, after all you could not shag all the time could you? I mean you did have to sleep and a double bed in summer was barely big enough for two, certainly not big enough for three. But those issue were brushed over by Viv, and I was certainly far too lust filled to worry about such detail.
Grant was calling round sometime that morning to deliver his stuff, albums, cassettes clothes etc. Meantime I had some work to do and headed off to do a couple of hours at the school. I can't say timetabling was easy. My erection simply refused to let me ignore it. So after a while I decided enough was enough and set off for home and what lay ahead.
Full of anticipation I drove up to our house wondering how many minutes it would take to get the three of us into bed. As I pulled up I realised Grant was not here! Had he changed his mind? Had Viv changed hers?
Trying to be cool, I casually entered the house, calling Viv's name. She answered from the kitchen and I went to find her removing my clothes as I went (simply for temperature reasons, it was very hot, about 35 degrees centigrade). Arriving in the kitchen I was down to my underwear.
She was at the sink and I came up behind her, putting my arms around her waist and cupping a breast in my hand. She was as usual bra-less, it was the early 80s and few women seemed to bother with them. She also had on a cotton print dress, flimsy material, tied at the top with two bows across the shoulders. I regularly annoyed her by pulling the ends and making the dress fall off. Very sexy, for me anyway, and she was very tolerant about it.
'Where's Grant?' I asked.
'He came round and left about 20 minutes ago, he will be back in the afternoon' she replied nonchalantly.
'Oh.' I said, slightly disappointed. 'Did he say anything about yesterday?'
'Yes he did.' Was her uninformative response?
'And?' I enquired slipping my hand up her skirt and under the elastic of her knickers
'Don't you think of anything else?' Her tone suggested irritation but her body language suggested more and as she pushed her bottom against my crotch, my finger found its way under the gusset of her knickers to her pussy. It was wet, very wet and so were her knickers.
'He turn you on?' I asked slightly breathily as the realisation of her arousal came home to me.
She turned round and placing a hand on either side of my face, applied enough pressure to let me know I was to go down. I followed her lead, allowing myself to be pushed down to my knees, aware of the hardness of the tiled floor; I knelt in front of her, head at crotch level.
I love her thighs, so soft, so feminine. The inner thigh that invites you to explore further with a promise that few, if any men, can reject. I brushed the cool soft skin with my lips and nuzzled towards the top of her thighs where the softness meets in a union of erotic tenderness and womanhood.
I could feel the heat from her and the aroma of sex filled my nostrils. I was intoxicated, drugged by the smell and the touch of her. She pulled her panties aside exposing the swollen labia to my exploring tongue. I licked her lips, teasing and then pushed my tongue deeper into the secret folds. I searched in there, the wetness on my tongue, the taste of her exotic secretions and ... something else, something tangy, something like semen.
She must have felt me tense as she removed her guiding hands from my head. I pulled away so that I could look up at her, my neck bent at an impossible angle. She waited for the question.
'Did Grant have sex with you?'
No answer
'Can I taste him?' I demanded.
'Perhaps' was all she said.
'What do you mean? Either he did have you or he did not'
She paused, dramatic affect? 'Yes he did,' long pause 'and so did his friend Nathan.'
By now I was on my feet demanding explanations. This was my wife, my faithful loving predictable wife. It was different for a man, sex, it didn't mean anything, just physical. But a woman, it was not right simply not right....
She told me to shut up and listen. Grant had a friend with him, she explained, a nice guy whom Grant introduced as one of the 'horny two hundred'. He was charming and flirtatious and over a cold drink, Grant let her know that Nathan was fully aware of his position and in fact was as 'envious as hell'.
Well to cut a long story short, she pulled down his shorts and gave him a blowjob whilst Grant watched! Simple as that. There now I knew.
I was incensed. How could she? What kind of slut was she? My anger showed until grasping my shoulders, she propelled me into a chair and sat astride me.
'Listen you asshole' she hissed at me, her face inches away from mine. 'You started this and you sucked a strangers cock only yesterday. It probably was not even the first time either, so what right do you have to judge me? I decided to do it. I wanted to do it. It was my choice and if you have a problem with that then you are an even bigger asshole that I gave you credit for! OK!'
I was stunned. In fact I was to use a phrase I hate, 'gob smacked'. Logic, her logic, may have held water if calmly and coolly considered in the cold light of day, but not at that moment in time. Finally I managed to squeak 'Did he come in your mouth?'
She smiled and did not answer for a moment of two, enjoying watching the various emotions ranging from lust to anger to jealousy to curiosity and back to lust again, all within seconds, run across my face. 'Yes' she admitted eventually.
'Then who's cum is it in your pussy?' I asked
She smiled, the kind of look a cat would smile use, if it could, just before it pounced on the cornered mouse. 'Both. Grant's and Nathan's. Nathan managed it twice, once in my mouth and once in me. Quite a stud in fact.'
My penis was raging, engorged with blood. I was aroused. I was more than aroused. Viv was still astride me legs either side of mine, her crotch hovering above my hard-on. Only my underwear was containing my leaking and dribbling member.
Without a word, she pulled the material of my underwear aside, freeing my cock whilst simultaneously pushing the gusset of hers to one side. I slipped in. Oh my God. If you, the reader, are male and you have never felt the sensation of entering a used pussy, the so-called sloppy seconds, then you have no idea what you are missing.
A pussy wet with a woman's lubricant is sexy and slippery and wonderful, but, the texture that greets you if it is full of semen is amazing. It glides in, so smooth as to be almost frictionless, yet enough that the nerve endings are jangling with sensations. It is amazing. If you also get turned on by the idea of your woman's pussy full of another man's cum, it is mind boggling.
I lasted a few seconds before succumbing and exploding (well used cliche I know but don't know how else to describe it) up into her sex. I felt I was turning inside out. The blood left my head and the oxygen-starved brain cells started to black out. Every part of my being was centred on the end of my prick. I was short of air, I was gasping.
Soon, all too soon it was over, I was spent. Viv, still straddling me looked down at me. Was it pity, contempt? 'Well big guy' you didn't last long did you.' It was not a question. 'Just as well I can rely on other cocks around here this summer isn't it?'
As she dismounted me, splashing semen all down my legs, I realised that she had used the plural of cock. She has said 'cocks' meaning more than one! I sat there for a few minutes reflecting on the last 24 hours. Just what did she have in mind? My last thought as she left and the doorbell rang was that I wished she would stop calling me 'asshole'.
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