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CHAPTER 16.
[David’s perspective]
“Hi Simon, this may be a strange request, but I would like to hire you to come and massage my wife.”
I must have written and cancelled that Whatsapp message more than eight times before hitting ‘send’. Desire and fear waging war in my mind. I had always been intrigued by the idea of a woman having sex with other men, even multiple men. I only learned later from online forums that this was a common male and female fantasy and often played out in multiple porn movie scenarios. I think the reason I was so fascinated by it was that it acknowledged the female capacity to have multiple orgasms in a single sex session, whereas the majority of men lost the ability to engage in sexual intercourse without a refractory period to recover. In my mind, if sex was pleasureable, why wouldn’t a person want to experience the pleasure over and over again? I imagined therefore that women, if they were honest with themselves, would welcome sexual penetration with multiple men. I believed that the only thing really holding them back was fear and social conditioning that said that women who engaged in sex with multiple sex partners, much less women having sex with more than one person in a single session were sluts, immoral, debased, etc.
My wife, Amy, certainly seemed like one such repressed person. She was the type of woman that insisted on wearing a bra all the time, even just to leave the house to run errands. I had told her many times that there was nothing obscene about going bra-less under her clothes, which, at home, usually consisted of t-shirts and comfortable shorts. But she was adamant in wearing a bra when out of the house, even when there was no risk of zhao geng (“Running Light”). In my view, this was a shame as I always felt that Amy had very nice breasts. Though they were not overly large, they were firm and pert and had zero sag.
So I consoled myself with fantasising. In time I came across websites and porn sites that showed off themes of cuckcolding, candaulism and hotwifing. It was like I had found the answer to questions I had always been searching for. I was envious of husbands who had convinced their wives to engage in a bit of casual exhibitionism, who reported how it had made their wives more horny and eager for sex. Deep down, I wished that I could convince Amy to do something similar.
To be fair, it is not that Amy did not give in to my sexual desires. Indeed, when we were first dating we indulged in many sessions of public displays of affection, kissing and even heavy petting. I remember the thrill that it used to bring due to the danger and possibility of being caught. Till today Amy did still indulge me during special occasions like my birthday, when I asked her to wear something a bit more revealing on our couple’s nights out. But I could tell that she mostly did it to humour me and was not herself that into it. As we got older, I started to resign myself to never acting on my urges to have my wife put on display for another man and to have another man touch my wife in a sexual manner.
That is until I came across a website while browsing for holiday destinations. Amy and I had always wanted to go to Greece for a holiday, it was our dream destination when we first started dating. But life and kids just got in the way. Until we finally decided to take the plunge and booked a trip coinciding with our wedding anniversary. Greece promised a getaway full of sandy beaches, ancient monuments and amazing culture. I looked up holiday villas and famous beaches, several of which I noted catered to nudism. I also looked up massage spas that catered to couples, thinking that it might be a good way to get my wife to break free from her usual social constraints.
Simon’s website was quite simple and bare, unlike some of the other more gaudy sites that I came across. It was really only one part that caught my eye and that was where Simon promised that he could help to unlock any woman’s libido through a combination of massage, tantric breathing techniques and sensual/erotic foreplay. That sounded like exactly what I wanted. Simon communicated via whatsapp, so it was a simple matter to drop him a note, seeking more information on whether he catered to couples seeking a more thrilling holiday.
Simon responded almost immediately.
“Tell me about your wife. What is her personality like? What does she like to do in bed? Where does she like to be touched? Does she have any fantasies?” He had asked.
“My wife is quite conservative like most Asians and a little shy. She doesn’t like to express her sexual desires so I don’t really know what kind of fantasies she has. She does enjoy being touched and caressed but she seldom initiates sex and so sometimes I feel like she only does it with me to make me happy.” was my reply.
“But she listens to commands, yes? She lets the man take charge in the bedroom?” Simon enquired further.
“Yes, she does. She generally goes along with what I ask of her. For certain things like cunnilingus and fellatio she needs to either be a little drunk or really horny to tolerate it but we’ve managed to do it a few times.” It seemed that I was trying to justify my own sexual proficiency to Simon.
“Good, good. I think I can bring out her innermost desires. Actually all women are simple. Most of them just need to be given permission from their man. Once they feel the freedom, they will start to express their sexuality freely.” Simon replied. “Does she like being restrained? Is she into roleplay?”
“We’ve never really tried roleplay. I don’t know how to create and share with her the roleplay scenario. But I think she does like being held down. There have been a few times during sex when I’ve held her hands down while making love to her and she seemed to be more excited and to get her orgasm earlier.”
“Good. Good. That sounds promising. Send me a picture of her so that I can start to think up a possible scenario for our session. I charge 150 Euros for the massage and an extra 100 Euros for every additional hour we extend after that.”
So I would minimally be out 250 Euros, not exactly cheap even with the stronger Singapore dollar. But if it led to Amy breaking free of her sexual inhibitions, I considered it money well spent.
I agreed to Simon’s fees and sent him a picture of Amy taken during one of our past vacations. Amy was in a swimsuit and lounging at the beach in Tioman.
“Your wife is beautiful. I think she will respond very well to the session.” was Simon’s reply.
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I promise we will get to the action soon. But just filling out the background.
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CHAPTER 17.
[David’s perspective]
Over the next few weeks Simon and I firmed up our plans. All I really needed to do was to set aside two hours in the late afternoon on one of the days of our trip. Simon shared that he would start with a normal massage to loosen Amy up and if he found her receptive, he would then proceed to try to arouse her sexually. If she responded positively to all this, he said that he would love to fuck my wife while I watched and that this would be the first step to releasing her sexual inhibitions. Simon said that if my wife enjoyed the sex, he would then proceed with the next stage, which was to get her to open up sexually even in public settings and to really push her sexual boundaries. This, I had already confessed to Simon, was my biggest fantasy.
Fast forward three months to the actual trip. Greece was everything we had hoped and more. Athens was full of history, beauty and quaint cafes, but it was Santorini and Crete, the largest of the Greek islands that were the real eye opener. While it was not the height of the tourist season, there were still many tourists from Europe, USA, South America and even some Asians – Koreans, Japanese and Chinese. And all the tourists seemed determined to make the most of their holidays by letting loose and partying. Beer was plentiful and Greek hospitality was second to none. Often, we ended meals with complimentary raki, which seemed to be a type of brandy, served by the owner of the restaurant. As we let our hair down during our travels, so too, I noticed, Amy started to loosen up and start to embrace her “vacation self”, aided no doubt by the anonymity we enjoyed as just one more tourist couple among many.
Even the way other tourists dressed was influencing Amy. In Europe it was common to see females walking around bra-less, and while most were still dressed modestly, there were many dressed in what would be considered immodest attire by Singaporean standards. By that I mean that many male and female tourists wore very loose knitted tops, designed to facilitate removal while sun-tanning at the beach. Some of the younger crowd walked around with bikini tops and shorts. Many men were topless, exposing their tanned chests. I saw more side boob, under boob and plunging necklines in the first five days on the islands than I had ever seen in my life to date. More importantly, everyone was so casual about it, no one was self conscious and no one batted an eyelid. I could sense that this was having an effect on Amy as she compared her more modest attire with those of other tourists. But I knew better than to prod her about it. Amy was nothing if not stubborn and would probably dig in her heels if I tried to suggest that she followed the adage “When in Rome…”.
I received a couple of messages from Simon, confirming our villa location and timing for the massage, but otherwise I tried to put the entire plan to entice my wife to loosen up at the back of my mind. It wasn’t difficult given how much fun we were having on our holiday. But finally the arranged for day arrived and the events unfolded in the manner I had already described in earlier chapters. With Amy lost in post-coital bliss, I had happily paid Simon the agreed upon sum for the first session, before gathering Amy up in my arms to carry her to the bathroom to rinse her off.
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Well Step up trip. Waiting for more updates.
Thanks bro.
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CHAPTER 18.
[David’s perspective]
The next morning I let Amy sleep in while I prepared our things for the day’s activities. This was our final full day in Crete and I wanted to have one final relaxing day at the beach. We had already seen Elafonissi Beach the previous day, which was a marvelously huge beach with hints of pink sand caused by the crushed shells of corals and microorganisms in the sand. Today I wanted to find one of the more remote beaches on the Southernmost coast of Crete, Anidri Beach, which aside from being quieter and less ’touristy’ than Elafonissi, held the promise (at least according to Google), of being ’naturist friendly’. For anyone who is not aware of what that means, it refers to beaches and public areas that allow public nudity.
I made sure that the beach towels, beach mat, sun tan lotion and other necessary things were stowed in our rental car and put together a simple breakfast consisting of some bread and jams we had purchased at the local grocer and boiled water to make tea. I also whisked some eggs to make omelettes for the both of us.
“Mmmm, something smells good.” Amy’s sleepy voice came from the bedroom.
Amy padded out of the bedroom in her nightie and the padded house slippers the AirBnB host had thoughtfully provided. She was the personification of ‘sleepy sexy’. She looked none the worse for wear from the previous night’s activities. Indeed she was practically glowing.
Amy hugged me from behind, pressing her round breasts against my back, one hand reached down and gave my manhood a reassuring grope. My cock reacted the way any man’s would, stiffening in response.
“Down boy” she teased, “we can play later.”
But I was not to be denied. Yesterday’s erotic session was still fresh on my mind. I turned and pulled Amy’s body to me. Grabbed her buttocks and lifted her body to rest her sex against my now-hard penis.
“I want you” I growled and kissed her hard.
Amy reciprocated with a sigh of contentment, winding her arms around my neck to help support her weight. I propped my wife’s ass on the kitchen counter top and ran my hands over her body, still clad in the nightie.
We made love on that counter, breakfast ignored for the moment. Her pussy felt warm and inviting as I eagerly pushed myself into her. Amy responded with more enthusiasm than usual, clearly she was also still affected by last night’s adventure. We kissed, groped and fucked like horny teenagers until I shuddered and came. Amy cried out in her own climax and then she did something she had never done before – she dropped to her knees and took my softening cock into her mouth and sucked me clean.
“Babe, that feels amazing.” I managed to gasp out in surprise.
Amy stood back up and seemed very pleased with herself. “Just saying ’thank you’ to the little guy.” she announced. “I’m famished, let’s eat.”
We ate the food I had prepared and I swear it was the best tasting breakfast I had had in a while. I shared with Amy my plans for the day, but left out the little nugget of information about the nude beach policy of Anidiri Beach. I told Amy that since we would be hanging out at the beach most of the day, she could just wear her swimsuit underneath a wrap/cover and that there was no need to bring a change of clothes. We would come back to the villa before heading out again for dinner.
I had already put on a simple loose cotton button-up shirt and some shorts. I wore my swim trunks in lieu of underwear. Amy went back into the bedroom to get ready and it didn’t take long for her to bounce back out wearing a light blue loose beach wrap over a simple white two-piece bikini. This bikini was something I had bought specially for Amy for the trip, and it was a lot skimpier than the one-piece swimsuits that she usually preferred to wear. I was actually surprised that she chose to wear it because she had complained initially that it showed too much skin and so far she had only worn her other swimsuits that she had brought along for the trip.
“Looking good babe” I teased. Admiring her body silhouette which showed through the thin material of her wrap. The tiny bra cups of her bikini were only sufficient to cover her nipples, areolae, and a small portion of her breasts. The shape and swell of her breasts could be clearly seen. The bikini bottom was equally brief, a single string lost within her butt crack and the barest of fabric covering the front of her sex.
Our hands were all over each other as we got into the car and started driving down to the beach. We had rented a small convertible Fiat 500 cabriolet and had taken the chance to put the roof down. The wind from our passage played peekaboo with Amy’s wrap, giving tantalising glimpses of her smooth and creamy flesh ever so often. Any other taller vehicle, including bigger commercial trucks, driving next to us no doubt had an eyeful of my wife, barely covered up in a revealing white bikini. This was not speculation on my part as we received several honks and catcalls from other drivers in the 30 plus minutes it took to reach the beach.
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Thanks everyone for your patience while I set the scene.
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CHAPTER 19.
[David’s perspective]
Anidiri Beach is located about two kilometers east of the southern town of Palaichora. Being on the south coast, the water was warmer and more tropical. We found a safe and secluded spot to park the car and carried our things down the beach, looking for a reasonably empty patch of beach to set up our small shelter. It was already past the peak of the tourist season, so the beach was not too crowded, maybe only a half dozen locals lounging on beach mats or strolling along the surf line. Some who looked like northern European tourists taking shelter under beach umbrellas that had been set up.
We managed to find a relatively quiet spot with some slight shade from a crop of palm trees. The sand was a mix of larger sand and pebbles, quite unlike the finer sand you would typically find at East Coast and Sentosa. But with the mat that we brought along, it was perfectly comfortable.
Amy was quick to strip off her cover. I suppose she didn’t want to run the risk of it getting sandy. She seemed completely at ease in her bikini, a new found carefree freedom to her movements that I attributed to the holiday setting as well as the sexual liberation that she seemed to be embracing. I too stripped down to my trunks and we both lay down for a bit, enjoying the warm sand and gentle bathing glow of the sun.
Before too long Amy nudged me with the bottle of suntan lotion, clearly signalling for me to apply lotion to her body. I took the bottle of lotion from her as she turned to lie face down with a sight of contentment.
I wasted no time lathering my hands with the lotion and applying it to her back, applying it liberally on her bare shoulders, back and arms. I then switched lower and started applying lotion to her legs. Amy must have enjoyed what I was doing because I could hear her steady breathing quicken as my hands started straying closer and closer to her inner thighs, in imitation of Simon’s massage yesterday.
“Mmmm, dear, you are so naughty.” She said playfully, which was certainly not a rejection. I took that as permission to go further. I undid the string holding her bikini top, fully exposing her smooth back. I also untied the two knots holding her bikini bottom together. Essentially Amy was no longer clothed and only the fact that the front of her body was pressed on to the mat kept her from exposing her breast and pubes to all and sundry.
Having gotten rid of all impediments, I re-applied lotion to my palms and proceeded to fully apply lotion to all exposed crevices of my wife. I paid special attention to her firm ass cheeks also deep into her ass crack. I could tell Amy was into it as her body started to squirm and I could hear her making panting noises as her breath came in gasps.
“Oh god, I can’t believe that you are touching me again after last night. You are so evil. You keep teasing your poor wife.”
But I could tell that she was not really objecting. Even as her mouth expressed her unwillingness to be felt up again, her legs opened voluntarily to give me better access between the v of her thighs. In spreading her legs apart, anyone walking by would have been treated to an unobstructed view of her vagina. But clearly Amy was beyond caring.
Needing no further invitation I dove in with my fingers. Rubbing the outer lips of her labia and teasing the small bump of her clitoris.
“OH FUCK!” Amy blurted out. Not caring if anyone could hear her. I looked around and realised that while there wasn’t anyone in immediate earshot, there were two young men further down the beach strolling along the waters edge. They were headed in our direction and would likely come within earshot in just a couple of minutes.
Knowing that Amy would not have seen the two men, I continued rubbing my wife’s pussy, but less urgently than before. I wanted to give the young men time to get closer before pushing Amy over the edge. Pretty soon they were within near enough that I could make out their features. They looked like local Greeks, maybe around early to mid twenties. Dark hair and tanned bodies. They were both shirtless, which seemed to be common for beach goers here.
As they came closer I could see that they were angling in our direction. They were definitely curious about this Asian couple sprawled out on the beach. When they were close enough, I saw one elbow the other and point at us. Then he made the universal gesture of fucking to his friend and I knew that he had cottoned on to what we were doing.
When I knew that I had the attention of the two young men, I beckoned them closer and put one finger to my lip to signal them to come closer but to be quiet. The men needed no urging, hurrying forward to get a closer look. Their bare feet in the sand made no noise and they crept within 3 meters of Amy and crouched down to watch the action.
All this time Amy had been groaning and moaning in pleasure. The combination of suntan lotion and her natural juices combined to make her entire ass slick and lubricated. Now that I had secured my audience I started increasing the speed of my fingering and probing. Penetrating Amy with one and sometimes two fingers.
“Oh god yes. That’d fucking good. Fuck me with those fingers.” exclaimed my wife. I felt a sudden gush of extra lubrication and Amy’s vagina spasmed around my fingers. She was cumming!
It wasn’t a massive climax like the ones she had last night, but still must have done the trick. Amy’s body clenched up one last time and then she collapsed in satisfaction.
“Turn over babe, we still need to do the front.” I said. Amy groaned but obediently propped herself up a little so that she could turn over on to her back.
Not wanting to give her a chance to wear back her bikini, I snatched them away the moment she lifted her body. Amy seemed to want to protest, but instead rolled her eyes and continued her turn.
And froze.
By turning over, she made immediate eye contact with the two young men who had just watched her get fingered and climax. Amy turned bright red in embarrassment.
“David! Why did you do that to me knowing that there were people watching!” Her hands went protectively to cover her chest and pussy.
“You didn’t seem to mind while I was doing it.” I said, acting innocent while probably looking like the cat that managed to eat the canary.
“I didn’t know they were there!” Amy protested.
“Don’t worry about them, they are just curious. If they want to watch, let them.” I played cool, hoping against hope that Amy wouldn’t react badly.
Amy gave me a very pointed look and I thought to myself that the game was up and she was going to demand her clothes back and call an end to the fun and games.
Instead, Amy surprised me once again. “Fine! If you don’t mind showing your wife off to the whole world, so be it! Just don’t regret!” and laid back down face up on the mat.
I almost stopped breathing. Amy had never been this bold and brazen before. I didn’t want to say anything else that might break the spell. I picked up the bottle of lotion, wondering if I should finish the job.
Amy looked at me and saw the bottle of lotion in my hand. She arched her eyebrow at me and declared. “Not you. Them.”
I understood what she meant. I gestured to the first man, holding out the bottle of lotion and pantomimed applying sunscreen. He was quick, I give him credit, picking up our intention immediately. He scooted forward and took the bottle of lotion from me, squirted a generous helping onto his palm and kneeled down beside my wife and started applying lotion.
He was smart for sure because he didn’t immediately go for her private parts the way a horny teenager might. Instead he showed remarkable self restraint by applying sunscreen to her shoulders first and her exposed midsection. He also made sure to cover her arms and legs as well.
Amy however didn’t seem to appreciate his chivalrous restraint. She grabbed his hands and planted them right on top of both of her boobs. The guy needed no further urging and understood that permission had been granted.
His buddy also recognised the opportunity that was presented. I found myself politely shouldered aside as the other guy took up the same kneeling position on the opposite side of my wife. He quickly oiled up his palms with sun tan lotion and went straight for my wife’s breasts.
Once again I found myself a bystander as someone else, in this case two someone elses, were groping and pleasuring my wife.
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Nitrolicious
Wow. Public with strangers!
Bonus chapter since it is a holiday.
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CHAPTER 20.
[David’s perspective]
Amy sighed in deep contentment as the two fit young men started stroking and caressing every inch of her body. Her own hands were not idle either. They danced over the firm muscles of both men kneeling on either side of her. It didn’t take her long before her hands found their true objective. The male members dangling between their legs. I watched Amy rub the groins of both men through their shorts while they continued their exploration of her body.
Amy was so turned on that her body was writhing on the mat. She coo’ed in soft approval as both men fondled their preferred targets, one was groping her breasts, while the other one was exploring her sex below. Neither man spoke, intent only on their mission to get my wife to submit her pleasure to them.
We were lucky the beach was not crowded, otherwise by this time Amy would have had a whole crowd of onlookers drawn over by her cries of pleasure.
It didn’t take long for Amy to reach another orgasm under the combined assault from two men simultaneously. Amy cried out loudly in pleasure and squirted copiously over the hands of the man rubbing her vagina.
Both men stood up and divested their shorts. Their penises were average sized for men of their stature. Amy seemed to understand what was required of her. She knelt between both men and took one penis in each hand and started stroking them off.
Both men must have felt that they had struck the lottery. Imagine a pretty Asian woman holding a penis in each hand and stroking both of them in a pornstar worthy performance. One of the men blurted out something that sounded like “Moo ah-REH-see, TOH-soh po-LEE”. I googled it later and it translated to something like “this feels amazing”.
Amy may not have understood the words, but she clearly sensed the effect she was having on the men. My breath caught in my throat as I saw my demure asian wife take the penis of the man on her right into her mouth and started sucking him off. The guy, who said his name was Yiannis, threw his head back and groaned in ecstacy. Amy then switched over to the other man, who told us his name was Giorgos, and did the same.
Amy started alternating between both men’s penises, eventually coating both with her thick saliva. Having properly lubricated both cocks, I could see Amy attempt to draw them further into her throat. I didn’t even think Amy knew what a deep throat blowjob was, but she must have been operating on some deep instinct, because she was pushing herself to go further and further with each switch.
Amy’s hands were not idle either. Each hand cupped one set of balls. Squeezing gently and lovingly in an attempt to draw out the male seed they carried.
It didn’t take long. Yiannis, the first guy who took the sun tan lotion from me, surrendered first. I saw him tense up and his eyes rolled to the back of their sockets as his penis spewed out ejaculate, catching Amy’s cheek and neck, and raining down on her chest, coating her breast.
Giorgos was not far behind. He grabbed Amy’s head between both hands and started mouth fucking my wife. Amy choked and started to gag but before she could throw up, Giorgos buried his shaft deep into my wife’s throat and unloaded directly down her throat. Amy sputtered and made frantic attempts to disengage, but could only swallow helplessly while caught in Giorgos’ vice grip. Her eyes welled up in tears and she finally managed to push Giorgos away and grab a few deep breaths.
Giorgos seemed deeply apologetic. But his English was not proficient enough for him to explain himself. All he could get out was “Sorry. Lee-pah-mai.” He seemed genuinely upset at the thought that he might have caused harm to my wife.
Bowing in profuse apology both men decided that it might be better to beat a hasty retreat. I bent over Amy in concern.
“Are you okay? Did they hurt you?” I asked.
“No. I’m okay. He just surprised me, that’s all.” Amy managed to cough out. “I felt like I was being suffocated. I couldn’t breathe” she explained.
“Let’s get you washed up then” I said. Kind of regretting the unfortunate turn of events.
Amy squeezed my hand gratefully and walked gingerly over to the water and started to wash off Yiannis’ semen from her body. The water was still quite cold this late in the year so neither of us lingered with the ablutions.
Once Amy had made herself presentable, we walked back to where the car was parked. There was a food stall next to the carpark which served both alcohol as well as local Greek food. We both ordered souvlakis which came with a side of fries as well as a margarita each. I kept glancing at Amy, trying to ascertain if she was really okay.
“Stop staring” Amy said. “I’m okay. Really.”
I admired how tough and resilient my wife was and said nothing further. The food was amazing, seasoned with spices and herbs. The fries were hot and the margaritas were strong. Pretty soon Amy was back to her usual cheerful self.
“I didn’t think I could have done that.”
She didn’t elaborate but I knew that Amy was referring to her giving blowjobs to two strangers. Indeed, as far as I was aware, I was the only man she had given a blowjob to. So to go from giving head to one man who was her husband straight to taking on two strange men at once was certainly a big step up.
“So why did you decide to do it?” I probed.
“It just seemed right.” was her response. She paused, realising that her brief comment probably didn’t explain anything. “I had two cocks staring me right in the face and they seemed to want something from me. Licking them and putting them in my mouth just seemed like the right thing to do.” was her attempt to explain it better.
“Well you looked really hot while you were giving them simultaneous hand jobs. You looked like a professional.”
“Are you saying I looked like a pornstar?” Amy questioned, a bit sharply.
“I’m saying that you looked like you were in your natural element. I think that may be what you meant when you said that it just felt right.” was my analysis.
“It is strange, but I actually enjoyed it. Even that last bit at the end.” Amy confessed.
My eyes must have looked round like saucers. “You enjoyed being choked?” I sputtered.
“A little. When he grabbed my head and started thrusting his dick down my throat, it surprised me. But I was not scared. I could feel myself getting turned on. I think it felt good to me that I managed to get a guy so turned on that he couldn’t control himself and had to fuck me violently like that. Do you think there is something wrong with me?” Amy paused and looked at me, expecting condemnation and rejection.
“Babe, of course not. There is nothing wrong with enjoying sex, even rough sex.” I said as soothingly as possible. “I think too often we let society condition us into thinking that sex is dirty and as a result we try to make certain forms of sexual pleasure taboo because it helps us feel less ashamed about what turns us on.”
“So what turns you on?” Amy enquired.
I found myself confessing to Amy all my sexual desires. How I enjoyed fantasies in which a woman has sex with multiple partners, sometimes unwillingly. How I enjoyed the thrill of seeing another man lust after my wife. How I was sometimes turned on by the thought of other men reducing her to nothing more than a sexual plaything. Amy listened to it all, and far from pulling away from me, as I feared, I found her leaning in to hear me describe scenarios in which I had imagined her having illicit sex with strangers, situations in which I had imagined deliberately exposing my wife in public to the gaze of strangers, etc. Far from being repulsed, Amy seemed a little turned on by the descriptions I provided of her servicing multiple men with mouth, pussy and ass. Could it be that she found such thoughts equally arousing?
In return Amy admitted that she hadn’t really thought about what she liked to do while having sex but she did enjoy it when she caught other people ogling her. It felt good, she said, to know that other men desired her and wanted her body. She ended by saying that she really wanted to explore more sexually, but only if I would be with her through each encounter.
This was probably one of the most honest conversations I had ever had with another human being and it forged a renewed bond between me and Amy. As we paid for our meal and made our way back to our rental car, I hugged Amy close to me and she hugged me back. Unspoken desire filled the space between us and we found ourselves kissing each other madly the moment we were safely enclosed in the car. Eventually we had to stop as I knew we had a schedule to keep (A surprise for Amy!). I googled for map directions to the Anidri Gorge, a nearby hiking trail. We parked our car and started exploring the gorge. The terrain was rough but the trail was easy to follow. We seemed to be the only people on the trail and that made the hike almost like an adventure. The steep sides of the gorge limited our view of the surroundings and it was like we had entered a different world.
About a half hour into the hike we rested on a large flat rock. Both of us had worked up a fair bit of sweat and it felt good to stop and rest up before deciding if we wanted to press on further. Given how little contact we had had with another human being throughout this whole hike, I was feeling a little bold and frisky. Pulling Amy close, I started to fondle her body through her clothes.
Amy hissed at me, “what if someone comes!”
“There’s no one here. Don’t be a scaredy cat.” I said, as my hands ran insistently over her breasts. I wasn’t playing fair. Amy groaned but gave in. Perhaps hoping to get things over with quicker, she pulled her cover off over her head and undid the ties of her bikini. Soon, she was as naked as the day she was born. With her hands on her hips, she gave me a challenging look, as though daring me to match her state of undress. I didn’t need further encouragement and joined her in getting nude. There we were, two naked asians perched on top of a flat piece of granite. I bent Amy over and made her assume the position of a felon being searched – palms flat against the wall of rock, body bent forward into an almost ninety degree angle, her ass stuck out at the perfect level for a standing doggie.
I stepped behind her, my hands gripping her hips to pull her back against me. Amy leaned forward, bracing her palms against the rough vertical face of the gorge, her back arching deeply. As I entered her, there was barely any resistance–she was already slick and ready for me. Every thrust caused our bodies to collide with a wet, rhythmic slap that echoed off the canyon walls like applause. She looked back over her shoulder, her eyes wide and primal, urging me to go harder, shedding the last remnants of her proper Singaporean self.
Amy’s cries rose higher above the sound of our love making. She had forgotten her earlier fears about being discovered. “Ah! Ah! Ah!” she vocalised. It was a sweet symphony to my ears. From standing doggie we shifted to the wall carry. Neither of us minded the slightly rough stone wall, too caught up as we were in the throes of passion. Amy in particular loved this position as it changed the angle of my thrust in ways that she found quite pleasurable.
“OH! YES! FUCK ME HARDER!” she cried.
I pulled her away from the rock and sank onto a lower ledge. I hoisted her onto my lap, her legs wrapping tightly around my waist. In this position, we were chest-to-chest, her breasts crushed against my skin as she moved with a newfound, aggressive hunger. I could feel her internal muscles clenching around me, a direct result of the liberation she’d felt earlier on the beach. We kissed deeply, our tongues battling as I gripped the back of her head, mimicking the intensity Giorgos had shown her.
When my back got tired, we shifted to the cowgirl position. Amy rode me like a woman possessed. Her breast were bouncing in coordination with her hips. When I sensed my climax approaching, I half sat up and latched on to her breast and sucked like my life depended on it. This sent Amy over the edge and she screamed her climax as we collapsed in a sweaty pile.
Finally, I laid her back against the slope of the granite. I grabbed her ankles and pushed her knees toward her shoulders, leaving her completely open and exposed to the Greek sky. The vulnerability of the position seemed to ignite something in her; she let out a loud, uninhibited cry that surely carried through the entire gorge. I watched the play of muscles in her thighs and the way her “ruby” nipples harden in the cool mountain air. With a final, desperate surge, I felt her vagina spasm in a powerful climax, and I followed her over the edge, marking her skin with the heat of our shared release.
“Fuck, that was amazing!” she finally gasped after a period of recovery.
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Well written stories.. very adventurous of your wife. Lucky man.
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CHAPTER 21.
[David’s perspective]
We didn’t stay long in the gorge after that. The adrenaline was still humming under my skin as we climbed back into the Fiat. The drive back to the villa was quieter than the trip down; the wind was still playing with Amy’s hair, but her gaze was fixed on the passing olive groves.
“You’re thinking about Giorgos,” I said softly over the engine’s hum.
Amy didn’t look away, but a small smile played on her lips. “I’m thinking about how it felt to lose control. I didn’t think I’d like being forced like that, David. But seeing him that desperate for me…” She trailed off, her hand resting on her thigh, still tinged pink from the sun.
I reached over and squeezed her hand.
Amy let out a long, shaky breath, her eyes fixed on the turquoise horizon of the Aegean Sea. “I’m still just… processing. That thing Giorgos did at the beach – grabbing my head, forcing me to take all of him…”. She paused, a slight flush creeping up her neck. “I should have been angry. I told you I felt suffocated. But David, the moment he let go, all I could think about was how much I wanted to be overpowered again.”.
“It’s the ‘vacation self’ we talked about,” I replied, my voice dropping lower. “You’re letting go of the Singaporean social conditioning that says you have to be ‘proper’. Seeing you submit to those two Greeks – seeing them lose their minds over you – was the most erotic thing I’ve ever witnessed.”.
Amy turned to look at me, her gaze searching. “You really loved it?? Even when they came all over me?”.
“Especially then,” I confessed, feeling my pulse quicken. “My biggest fantasy has always been seeing you pushed to your limits by a man who doesn’t have to be ‘polite’ with you. Someone like Simon.”.
I decided to update her on the plans for the evening, “Tonight is our last night. I want to keep that feeling going. I’ve asked Simon to meet us at the villa before we head out for a final celebration”.
She turned to me then, her eyes wide but not fearful. “He’s coming over?”
“We’ll have a bit of time to ourselves, but he’ll be at our villa right before dinner,” I promised.
By mid afternoon we were back at the villa. The villa felt different now–less like a rental and more like a venue for performances. I suggested we use the jacuzzi to help her relax. Without my prompting, Amy stripped fully again and entered the jacuzzi completely nude. I needed no further encouragement and proceeded to likewise strip and join her. The warm jacuzzi water lulled both of us into a semi-sleepy state and we drifted in happy contentment as the sun dipped towards the horizon.
It was perhaps almost an hour later that I heard a car pull up to our villa. I heard the slam of a car door and saw the large shadow cast by our Greek masseur rounded the side of the house from the front porch. Simon’s massive frame appeared around the corner of the house and I saw him stop and stare appraisingly at the sight of Amy lying in the jacuzzi, her eyes closed in contentment. Apparently she had not heard the sound of Simon’s car.
“Am I disturbing?” Simon’s deep voice sounded out.
Amy jerked in surprise on hearing Simon’s voice and she turned in Simon’s direction. Belatedly she realised that she wasn’t wearing any clothes and she blushed a shade of pink from head to toe. Amy sputtered a little, apparently bereft of words. I guess she had realised that she had come out to the jacuzzi completely naked and there was nothing available to cover herself up with.
Simon, ignoring my wife’s discomfort, stretched out a hand in gentlemanly courtesy to my wife. “Amy, it’s good to see you again.” he said. Did I detect an unusual emphasis on the word ‘see’?
Amy must have heard it too, because she blushed a shade redder. But taking Simon’s proffered hand, she let him help her to stand up and step out of the jacuzzi. Simon’s massive paw completely engulfed Amy’s daintier hand and I was once again struck by the difference in size between the two of them.
Amy’s teeth started chattering, she must have been cold now that she was out of the water, but somehow she made no move to head into the villa. Instead she continued standing, displaying her body to Simon’s eager gaze, her hand held in Simon’s, as he looked her up and down with hungry eyes. Amy’s nipples stood out hard like red rubies. Whether because of the cold or because Simon’s presence triggered her arousal I couldn’t say. Probably both. Normally I would have expected Amy to try to cover her body with her hands, but this time she made no attempt, seemingly content to suffer Simon’s visual inspection for as long as it lasted.
But Simon must have also realised that she was cold. Giving Amy’s nude body a final once-over, he wrapped her up in his arms and lifted her off her feet and headed towards the backdoor of the villa. I saw Amy snuggle against his broad chest and if I didn’t know better, I would have sworn that she purred like a cat in his arms.
I followed the couple into the house. The cold temperature did unfortunate things to my manhood and I must have looked like a castrated eunuch with how much my scrotum had retracted, seeking warmth in the depths of my belly.
Inside the villa the temperature was considerably warmer, but Amy was plainly in no hurry to extricate herself from Simon’s arms. Simon, on his part, carried Amy with seemingly no effort.
“So yesterday Simon and I were talking and I had shared with him that tonight was our final night in Greece. Simon said that we should do something special on our last night and offered to share a meal at his favourite local taverna.” I said, in an attempt to break the awkward moment.
Simon finally put my wife down, saying “Friends, tonight you are my guests. I will show you Greek hospitality. We will go, have good food and drink. I know a place.” One of Simon’s arms, I observed, was half hugging Amy close, in an almost possessive manner. Their bodies plastered together in an almost familial gesture.
“Amy, you should go change. Wear something nice since we are celebrating.” I instructed, which finally made Amy realise that she had been standing with two men while completely naked. She headed to the bedroom, closing the door behind her. I picked up my bathrobe draped over a nearby chair and covered my own nakedness and asked Simon if he wanted a drink.
With his nod of assent, I poured Simon a small serving of brandy which we had bought at a local shop. We sat in comfortable silence while waiting for Amy to get ready. I wanted to ask Simon what the exact plans were for the evening and how he was going to further unlock Amy’s sexual liberation, but Simon had been rather coy about the details so far and didn’t seem inclined to share any further. All I knew was that Simon’s plans were intended to culminate in loosening my wife up. I decided that I would help move things along but turning this evening into a date night. However, instead of me and Amy, the date would be between Simon and Amy! My dick hardened in anticipation.
Amy didn’t keep us waiting long. Simon was only on his second pour of brandy when the bedroom door opened and I beheld a vision of beauty framed in the doorway. My breath caught as I beheld my wife. Clearly she had her own plans for the evening as well.
Amy came out in another outfit that I had bought specially for this trip. I had originally intended it to be used as something meant to spice up our bedroom activities during the trip and did not expect her to be willing to wear it on an evening out. The outfit consisted of a sleeveless jumpsuit. The bottom part was a pair of fitted boyshorts, almost like a pair of boxer briefs. This was connected to a single piece of fabric which covered Amy’s front, but left her sides open. The outfit had no sleeves and was basically held up by the collar while the rest of the fabric draped midway down the back.
Amy posed in the doorway for our benefit.
“Babe, you look amazing!” I blurted out.
“You don’t think my thighs look fat in this?” Amy enquired.
“Nonsense, the shorts help to make your legs look longer and give you the impression of more height. They are perfect.”
But it seemed that Amy was more keen to know what Simon thought about her outfit. She strutted forward, hips swaying. “Would this be okay at the place we are going?” She directed her enquiry to Simon.
For the first time, Simon’s expression showed a degree of surprise at the boldness of my wife. But his features quickly transformed into a wide grin. “The owner is my friend and I know most of the people who will be there tonight, what you are wearing is good. Do not worry.”
“However,” he continued, his gaze snagged on the dark line of her black tube top visible through the side of her jumpsuit. “You should remove the bra you are wearing, it ruins the line of the fabric. It is… unnecessary.”
Simon was referring to the black tube top bra that Amy had put on underneath her outfit to prevent her nipples and the sides of her boobs from showing.
The old Amy would have withered under that directive, or perhaps looked to me for permission. Instead, this version of my wife – the one who had been handled by strangers on a beach only hours ago – simply tilted her chin up.
“Unnecessary?” She repeated, her voice steady.
“In Crete, we do not hide what is beautiful behind layers of cloth,” Simon replied, his arms folding across his chest. It was a challenge, a test of her new-found nerve.
Amy didn’t break eye contact. Slowly, she reached back and pulled the top fabric of the jumpsuit over her head, exposing her full torso. I held my breath, the air in the villa suddenly feeling heavy and charged.
With a fluid, almost bored shrug, she peeled the black tube top over her head. She didn’t turn away. She didn’t cover herself. She stood there in the centre of the room, her chest bared to the muted lights in the villa and to Simon’s unwavering state. Her nipples were already peaked, defiant and dark against her pale skin.
She dropped the bra onto the sofa like it was a piece of trash.
“Is that better?” She asked Simon. Her tone had a note of challenge.
Simon’s mask slipped for a fraction of a second – a quick flare of his nostrils, a tightening of his jaw. “Yes,” he said, his voice slightly raspier than before. “That is more acceptable.”
Amy wore back the rest of the jumpsuit. Without the scant protection of the tube top bra, the entirety of Amy’s breasts were on display from the side when she moved her arms. The gaps in the fabric offered fleeting, tantalising glimpses of her unrestrained breasts. The thin fabric also did little to hide Amy’s hard nipples. She looked at me and winked, a silent acknowledgement that she was no longer just a participant in my fantasy – she was the one directing the play.
I left Amy and Simon in the living room while I went into the bedroom and changed as well. I had no chance of competing with either Amy or Simon, one luminous beauty and the other a physically imposing tall man. So I settled for a simple loose cotton button up top and a pair of khaki shorts. I didn’t hurry, curious what Amy and Simon would get up to in my absence.
When I finally reappeared, I found Amy and Simon sitting on the living room couch like old friends. Amy had another glass of brandy in her hands, Simon must have poured her one while I was changing. Amy must have already had a fair amount of the brandy, because her body language was already looser and her skin was already flushed. Simon’s hand was stroking the back of Amy’s head and I noticed Amy’s hand lay on Simon’s thigh, lightly stroking.
My wife must have been buzzed enough that she didn’t even seem flustered to be caught in the close company of another man by her husband. Instead she continued sipping from her brandy while laughing at some comment that Simon had made.
“Ready to go?” I asked and the pair stood up, Amy a little unsteady but with Simon’s strong arms to lend support.
Thus began the most memorable night of our lives.
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Looking forward to next few exciting installments!
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CHAPTER 22.
[David’s perspective]
The drive to the taverna was a stark departure from our quiet coastal excursions. We travelled in our small rental car, bouncing over the unpaved mountain roads, the car cabin filled with the bass beats of a Greek pop song from a local radio station and the scent of Simon’s exotic cologne and Amy’s floral perfume.
Amy had climbed into the back seat, and Simon, instead of sitting up front with me, had joined her, leaving me alone in the front to make the drive using the address that Simon had supplied just before we got into the car.
Through the rearview mirror, I watched the pair. It would have been easy to mistake them as a couple out on a date, driven by some Uber driver.
The backseat was cramped, forcing them together. Simon didn’t shy away from the contact; he splayed his legs, his thick thigh pressing firmly against Amy’s. I saw her hand rest on the seat between them, and Simon slowly covered it with his own, his thumb tracing the line of her knuckles.
“You are tense, Amy,” Simon murmured, his voice cutting through the bass, reaching my ears. “Are you nervous about being seen?”
Amy tilted her head back, her throat exposed in the dim light of the cabin. “I’m a little nervous about being exposed like this in front of people I don’t know. But I’m also feeling a little excited? I have never done something like this before.”
Simon’s other hand reached up, his fingers sliding into the open side of her jumpsuit. I watched his rough hand disappear against the pale curve of her ribs, moving upwards until he found the underside of her breast. He didn’t attempt to hide his actions; he looked directly at me in the mirror as his hand cupped her. Amy let out a sharp, hitching breath, her back arching as she leaned into his touch.
“Good,” Simon whispered. “Excited is good.”
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CHAPTER 23.
[David’s perspective]
The ride was fairly short, and by the time we arrived at the taverna, a white-washed stone building perched on a cliff side, Amy was flushed and breathless with desire. As she stepped out of the car, she didn’t wait for me. She took Simon’s offered arm. The pair headed into the taverna as I locked the rental car. Amy’s hips swayed as she walked. The thin fabric of her jumpsuit alternated between clinging to her body and fluttering in the light breeze that was blowing, revealing the absence of her bra with every movement.
The taverna was busy, though not fully packed. Simon was warmly greeted by an older Greek man who appeared to be in charge. We were ushered to a table at the further end of the dining area. I did not fail to notice more than a few heads turning in our direction as we made our way to a wide square table big enough for two people to sit on each side. Simon and Amy sat together, facing the rest of the tables in the large dining space. A handsome and beautiful couple displayed like a prize to the rest of the patrons. I took a seat perpendicular to the pair, which put Amy between me and Simon, and allowed me to watch both Simon and Amy, as well as the rest of the crowd.
The conversation around the room dipped appreciably as we sat down. The local men, all tanned and rugged looking, stared with unabashed hunger at the petite, elegant Asian woman who seemed to be wearing little more than a dare. There seemed to be a lot more men than women in the room, many of whom appeared to be there in a serving capacity, carrying food and drink to the various tables. One section of the dining hall was kept clear of tables, and there were some musicians stationed there as well, playing music to accompany the diners.
Despite her earlier nervousness, Amy didn’t shrink. She… blossomed. She caught the eye of a man at a nearby table and held it, a slow knowing smile spreading across her face. She leaned forward, intentionally letting the fabric of her jumpsuit top fall open, giving the patrons to the side and clear, unobstructed view of her breasts.
“They are looking at me, David,” she whispered in my ear, her voice buzzing with an almost manic energy. “They are all looking.”
“They can’t help it,” I replied, my own arousal a constant ache. “You’re the most beautiful creature in the room.”
Simon sat proudly on Amy’s other side, one arm possessively around Amy’s waist.
“You like the attention? You like that they are thinking of fucking you right here and right now?”
Amy shuddered in arousal at Simon’s crude and direct tone. “Yes, I love it.” She breathed.
Simon’s expression hardened into something more commanding. He reached down, his hand sliding under the hem of Amy’s jumpsuit shorts. He tugged the lacy fabric of Amy’s panties, the waistband of which had been on display the whole time given how low the shorts were on Amy’s jumpsuit.
“Then prove you are as bold as you look,” Simon commandeered, his voice a low growl. “Go to the restroom. Remove these. Bring them back and put them in my hand. I will keep them safe for the rest of the night.”
Amy froze for a second, her eyes wide as she looked from Simon to me. I nodded slowly, the thought of her walking through that crowded taverna completely exposed underneath her clothes sent a jolt of electricity through me.
“Go.” Simon repeated.
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Wow. How many people will get to enjoy her that night?
Thanks Nitrolicious. One more installment. Hope you enjoy.
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CHAPTER 24.
[David’s perspective]
Amy didn’t say a word. She stood up and walked through the crowd, her head held high. I watched as men turned to watch her pass, their eyes glued to the sway of her hips and other parts of her anatomy.
As Amy disappeared toward the back of the taverna, Simon leaned back, his eyes following her with the casual confidence of a predator who knew the prey wasn’t going anywhere. I, however, felt a sudden, sharp spike of anxiety that made my pulse thrum in my ears.
Those five minutes felt like an hour. I looked down at my drink, my mind racing through the implications of what Amy was doing. ‘Is she really doing it?’ I wondered. ‘Is she standing in a cramped stall right now, stepping out of her lacy underwear?’’ The thought was intoxicating, but it carried a heavy edge of fear–the fear that I had pushed her too far, or worse, that she had moved beyond needing my permission entirely.
Without Amy at the table to anchor me, I felt painfully exposed. ‘They’re looking at me like I’m the one who doesn’t belong’, I thought, my knuckles whitening as I gripped my glass.
‘They see Simon, they see a beautiful woman who is clearly ‘available,’ and then they see me. Do they think I’m just a witness? Or do they see the thrill in my eyes and realize I’m the architect of my own undoing?’, I wondered..
When Amy reappeared a short while later, she didn’t immediately sit down. She walked straight to Simon, and held out a pair of red lacy panties. In front of the whole crowd, Simon took Amy’s panties from her outstretched hand and brought the fabric up to his nose and sniffed deeply, inhaling her scent.
The crowd let out an audible collective gasp. All pretence of not watching the events at our table abandoned in that moment.
Simon reached out with his free hand and ran it possessively up Amy’s bare leg to her round ass, covered now only by the thin stretchy fabric of the shorts of her jumpsuit.
“Good,” he announced. “Now we are ready to eat.”.
As though that was a cue to the kitchen, food servers came over to our table and laid a generous spread of food in front of us.
I ate distractedly, half paying attention to the conversation between Amy and Simon. Amy was asking Simon about his background and whether he had always been a masseur. It turned out that Simon had previously been a construction foreman, which explained how he was in such good shape but not overly muscle bound. However, when the Greek economy started experiencing troubles following the global financial crisis in 2008, the company he worked for started losing business. By the time Greece defaulted on their loan in 2015, the business was all but wound down and he had joined the ranks of the many Greeks who lost their job.
The only silver lining at that time was tourism. Greece was still a very popular vacation spot and so Simon had been a tour guide for a while. The money that brought in had been sufficient to keep him afloat. However COVID had once again devastated even that once regular source of income and he had had to dip heavily into his savings to tide through the COVID pandemic. When travel resumed, Simon had decided that he needed additional income streams in the event the world experienced another major upheaval and so he had started advertising his services as a male escort, masseur and, yes, gigolo to well-paying foreign tourists.
Amy sat entranced by Simon tale of woe. I also couldn’t help but admire the resilience of the people of Greece. Compared to the problems they had been having over the last 20 years, the issues that Singapore faced with our economy and inflation seemed almost trivial.
As though to demonstrate the Greek mental fortitude, Simon lifted his cup of clear retsina wine and announced a toast to me and Amy. “To new friends and better fortunes”, he declared, all trace of the more sombre mood gone in an instant.
Amy and I joined in the toast heartily. But what she said next almost made me choke on the wine.
“Maybe you should come to Singapore. I have a lot of friends who would like to get to know you.” Amy declared.
I genuinely couldn’t tell if she was being serious or just being tongue-in-cheek. But she seemed to be hinting that she would be sharing accounts of the past two days to her straight-laced friends. I could only imagine how some of them would react.
‘But maybe Amy knew them better?’ I wondered. It made me consider them in a different light.
Then the next thought that flashed through my head, which really should have been the first thought was - ‘Amy is saying that given the chance she would want the pleasure of Simon’s company again.’
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Nice story bro. Look forward to more updates.
welcome to a new reader.
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CHAPTER 25.
[David’s perspective]
I hadn’t realised how much of an appetite I had built up over the day, or else it was a testament to the superior quality of the food. Whichever the case, I ate with eager gusto, savouring all the varied and exotic flavours of the Greek and Mediterranean food laid out for us.
Amy and Simon ate more sparingly, drinking in each other’s company as their main nourishment. Simon fed Amy with food from his own plate. Amy literally ate out of his hand, often taking the food from between his fingers directly into her mouth and sucking the gravy and juices of the food that clung to his thick digits. The entire performance was charged with eroticism, but the pair made it seem like the most natural act in the world.
Throughout the meal, Simon had kept one hand around Amy’s waist. From my vantage point on Amy’s other side, I saw his fingers stroking the exposed skin of my wife’s waist, sometimes climbing higher to cup her exposed breast, other times rubbing the back of her shorts, just over the base of her spine where a hint of her ass crack showed, no longer protected by the fabric of her panties.
I could see Simon’s ministrations having an effect on Amy. Her breathing grew heavier and more languid, fueled in part by the amount of clear retsina wine she had already consumed. Her eyes grew heavy lidded and she leaned more and more on Simon.
But Amy was not fully drunk yet. Since she was not eating with her own utensils, her hands were free to roam, and they had come to rest on Simon’s thigh quite early when the food had first been served. She had been stroking his leg, even as his hands wandered over her body. Over the course of the meal, Amy’s hand had moved with clear intention closer and closer towards Simon’s groin and had eventually come to rest right over his manhood.
Amy’s hands were fully exploring Simon’s burgeoning penis through the material of his pants, and I watched as her fingers moved with a rhythmic, confident pressure that made Simon’s breath hitch in his throat. She wasn’t just touching him; she was claiming him right there in the middle of the crowded taverna. Every few seconds, she would look over at me, her eyes dark with a mixture of wine and pure, unadulterated lust, checking to ensure I was witness to her boldness.
“I think,” Simon said, his voice straining with effort as he gently caught Amy’s wrist to still her hand, “that if you continue this here, I will not be able to resist much longer and that would spoil the plans I have for the rest of the night.”
Amy laughed, a throaty, musical sound that drew the eyes of several men in the vicinity. She leaned in, her jumpsuit once again falling dangerously open as she whispered something into Simon’s ear, too soft for me to pick up, that made him grin.
But in answer to her whatever Amy had whispered in his ear, Simon then announced “Then let’s find a different way to use that energy,” He stood up and pulled Amy up to stand with him.
He didn’t look at me for permission; he simply led her toward the cleared portion of the room next to the musicians. The music had shifted into a faster, heavier, driving beat. On the dance floor, Simon stayed behind Amy, his hands roaming freely over her curves, pulling her jumpsuit tight against her body so that the shape of her nakedness was obvious to everyone in the room.The reactions from the local Greeks were immediate and visceral.
At a nearby table, a group of four younger men stopped their conversation entirely, their forks suspended in mid-air as they watched the way Amy’s hips moved. One of the men, tanned and rugged, leaned back and whispered something to his friends while gesturing toward the absence of a bra beneath Amy’s thin fabric. They weren’t just looking; they were mesmerised by the sheer audacity of her display.
Amy seemed to feed off their attention like a drug. She was a whirlwind of motion, grinding her hips back against Simon’s groin, her eyes closed in a trance of pure, unabashed exhibitionism. Her arms were raised above her head to cradle Simon’s head and the back of his neck. This fully exposed the sides of her jumpsuit and also thrust her breasts out.. She was no longer the reserved woman from Singapore; she had become the center of the taverna’s gravity, daring every man in the room to look–and daring me to keep watching.
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