We awoke on Wednesday with a bang, quite literally. It was distant thunder.

Out of our patio doors, past the little islands, we could see a huge storm brewing. There were dark swirling clouds, which were occasionally illuminated by lightning flashes. Then there was the rumbling noise of the thunder, rolling over the sea and then hitting our apartment with enough violence to rattle the patio doors.

Like yesterday, today had been all planned. In the morning, the nude pool, with Don and Ashley. Then lunch and back to the apartment for an afternoon of sexy fun, with Sarah once again the centre of all our attention.

She wanted a second day of playing her new role of a slut, and despite my earlier holiday reservations, I wanted that too.

However, it looked like this weather had scuppered us and I told my girlfriend just that, but she seemed more worried about getting to breakfast. It was a good five-minute walk to the restaurant and the buffet waiting for us there.

Her comment gave me an idea, especially as it wasn’t yet raining…

“Sarah,” I said. “We can eat breakfast here. If we go to the buffet, they will remember you, and I am sure they will let us have some food. We can then both sit here and watch the storm approach, and I am hoping it is not going to last too long. Maybe we can use our pool as soon as it clears.”

My naked girlfriend pulled the sheet tightly over her and snuggled up to me. We were in the bed nearest the patio door, but today there was no sun to help keep each other warm.

“You do that for me?” Sarah grinned. She was making it very clear, as she pulled the surrounding bedsheet around her, that I was going to be on my own getting the food.

I smiled and then rolled on top of her and between my girlfriend’s legs. It was a familiar position. I kissed her and then grinned and agreed to get the breakfast. I wanted to look after my Sarah, and I planned to be always there for her.

“You better go then,” Sarah hinted with a playful nudge. “As the rain will be here soon and I am going to have a shower.” Sarah hesitated and then giggled again, “Let’s hope you don’t end up getting showered too!”

I grunted, but she was right. I had maybe twenty minutes. We kissed again and then I put on some shorts and a shirt, before running to the restaurant. There I was lucky, as I bumped into the waiter who regularly served us at our apartment pool. He remembered us… well, mainly Sarah!

Fifteen minutes later, I was back at our apartment, complete with a large basket of food and two complimentary bottles of wine. They were given to us as the waiter told me they would not be making any private pool visits today. I was pleased with myself as I thought I had done well in getting us so much food and the wine was a bonus.

I heard the hairdryer going, so I went into the bathroom to announce that I was back. My reward was a quick kiss from Sarah; despite the storm, and it still being early, she seemed in a playful mood.

Though it wasn’t in the plan, I suggested, “Shall I see if Don and Ashley want to join us?”

I thought it was a good idea, as we had more food than we could eat, though they may had already gone for an early breakfast.

“That would be nice,” were Sarah’s only words as I turned to go back out of the door. We both knew if they joined us, then another round of group sex would almost certainly follow.

The storm was now only minutes away from breaking. A bolt of lightning flashed overhead, the wind now stronger, and I could see the first few large drops of rain falling.

I knocked on our neighbour’s patio door. Don answered. I could see they were packing early; they had a flight home to Manchester at noon tomorrow.

I invited our neighbours for breakfast at our apartment.

“That would be nice,” Don replied, unknowingly mimicking Sarah’s earlier words.

He glanced up at the sky; the rain was now beginning to fall heavily.

“We will be with you in thirty minutes. Just give us a chance to shower and finish a bit more of this.” He pointed to the bed where his half-filled suitcase was sitting. “With the bad weather, we decided to get it done early, and get it out of the way.”

“We see you in thirty,” I said and then hopped over the low stone wall for a shower of my own.

*****

Last night Sarah and I talked. It was after we made love for that last time. Until then, I had never told her of my developing true feelings about sharing her with Don, though I suspected that she might have already worked a few of them out.

I explained that for a reason that I still didn’t fully understand, I had gotten over my initial anxiety about sharing her with him. I even admitted that I had no regrets about what we had done and that I realised Don did not represent a threat to our relationship.

I also mentioned that now that it had happened several times, I found it easier to accept, and Don had been a good choice.

But there was something else that I said, maybe a revelation. I admitted to Sarah that I was learning to enjoy each experience, but at the moment only with him, and certainly no other men.

It slightly surprised me that Sarah didn’t seem that shocked.

She explained why, “You seem to not mind me sleeping with other women. Sometimes, you even encouraged me to do just that. So, isn’t me sleeping with another man just one further step down the sexual exploration journey?”

I had never thought of it like that, and I didn’t see it that way. Though part of what Sarah said was true. I never had any problems with sharing her with other women. It was my distant hope that allowing this might help bring my two girlfriends closer together, and maybe even one day, they would become lovers.

After my small confession, Sarah reiterated a lot of what she had said previously to me.

As much as she liked Clare, she thought that it was unlikely for a full continued sexual relationship to happen. She went on to remind me that she was experimenting with one lady, and only for this holiday.

Sarah once again told me that when we returned home, it would be back to normal, though she promised me two things. The first, she would dress a little more provocatively, and the second, she would keep her pussy fully shaved with one proviso: as long as I kept my cock fully shaved too!

But Sarah’s last words gave me hope.

“David, let’s see when you move into your flat. Then we'll see how I feel and talk again.”

Those two little words she used so often, “We'll see,” which I knew meant the door on the subject wasn’t completely closed. She was still thinking about it.

It was just like me. I was still thinking about how it could work… living in a relationship of three!

*****

With the wind now gusting, and the rain lashing down, I dressed in a T-shirt and shorts and then returned to the dining area. I noticed that Sarah was still dressed in a white fluffy dressing gown, which came with the apartment, and nothing else except for pink flip-flops and her ever-present gold anklet around her right ankle.

She looked gorgeous and refreshed. I told her so, which brought an early morning smile.

“David, how much breakfast did you get?” Sarah questioned, as she placed it all out on plates on the kitchen worktop. There was a lot, enough to keep four people going all day.

“Let’s just say the waiters remembered you well,” I teased, my words causing Sarah to stop going through the food and look at me.

“Really?" She was thinking I was teasing her, but I wasn’t; I was telling her the truth.

“Yes, really. Though now I think about it, they did also mention something about me!” I gave Sarah my best camp look. Now I was teasing her.

Sarah laughed and then retorted, “Now I know you're telling fibs. Our waiter was certainly not gay as he spent enough time looking at my tits!”

“There you go,” I grinned.

I pulled Sarah close to me and then kissed Sarah’s lips as my hands found their way to her breasts.

“Yep, you’re right; it was definitely these they remembered.” As I jested, I gave them both a gentle squeeze.

Sarah giggled. It was our normal banter, though it never usually started quite this early in the morning. It must have been the holiday air, or was it all the sex we were currently having which had revitalised us? It also made me wonder, even after our talk last night, how much of this new Sarah she would take home with her.

My hand travelled south, down over her freshly shaved mound, and to her slit. Sarah didn’t try to stop me, and my finger slipped into her. She was already wet.

“Thinking about Don?” I lightly probed with my finger and my question.

“Yes,” Sarah breathed… “And also you!”

I smiled, though it felt as if I had been just an add-on. We both knew she was thinking about Don.

“I want you to enjoy yourself with him today,” I whispered. “But don’t forget about Ashley?” I then added, almost teased. I didn’t want her to be an add-on, which I felt I might be later.

I added a second finger and started to finger fuck her.

Sarah groaned, “Yes.”

Her head was now resting on my shoulder; she was thinking with her pussy. I was pleased, as my girlfriend didn’t deny that she wanted another round of experimental lesbian sex with Ashley.

Today, we had once again abstained from our normal morning sex. This was partly because we might have overdone it last night and partially because of the storm and me getting breakfast. But mainly because we had subconsciously chosen not to have sex until our neighbours joined us.

Though never spoken, we both wanted either Don or Ashley to be with Sarah first. It was only for them she was acting like a slut. For me, Sarah would still be my girlfriend… just sensual.

Importantly, I knew it would be me who she was sleeping with tonight, and me who she loves. Today was nothing more than another sexual experiment.

I slowly started to finger fuck Sarah, rubbing her in small circular motions. My cock was now semi-hard, but for once not seeking attention, as there wasn’t the time for sex. Our neighbours would soon be knocking on the patio door. 

Sarah looked at me: that new look, her cum face. She wanted sex, and she wanted it now. Her legs opened a little to give me better access. She murmured a quiet but inviting moan. I knew she wanted more, that she needed to cum, but today I was in control. I just wanted to tease her. Keep her on edge, just like she had done with me last Friday night.

Then she got me hard with her mouth and teased me with the first half of a blow job. It was a little game over who had the best-looking bottom. (Author’s Note: – See Chapter 4). What I didn’t know then was it would be Don’s cock in her mouth later that evening. As far as I was concerned, he received the second half of that blow job.

I hadn’t forgotten!  

There was a clap of thunder. It was close, just like Sarah.

My hand carried on gently working Sarah’s pussy, little circles, never touching her clit. I didn’t want her to cum or have any form of sexual relief. I was preparing her for Don or Ashley!

I removed my fingers and brought my two gooey digits to her mouth. She opened her voluptuous lips to taste her own pussy juices. Her tongue licked her essence, just like Ashley had licked Don’s fingers after they had been inside my girlfriend. My mouth found her neck. First a small nip, then small little kisses; the pain and the pleasure.

I brought my mouth to her ear; my tongue brushed it. Sarah shuddered with pleasure; she was on the edge of cumming.

It was with an unseen grin; I whispered, “Who has the best bottom now?”

I was reminding her that I hadn’t forgotten the little game she played with me when Sarah, to make her point, had left me on the edge of cumming in her sweet mouth. It was a game that I knew worked both ways.

“Bastard,” she groaned.

I smiled. Outside sex, Sarah hardly ever swore. She hadn’t realised I had been deliberately teasing her, just like she did with me when she used her mouth on my cock.

I kissed my girlfriend and chuckled. “Our neighbours will be here soon. We have no time for sex, but at least you are nicely prepared for Don… or Ashley!”

Sarah’s eyes looked a little glazed as she just stood there staring at me, muttering to herself.

“You better go and get changed… or go in the bathroom and masturbate if you cannot wait until later!”

That comment caused Sarah to wake up. She nudged me, and then giggled, as she realised that I had, for once, outplayed her.  

We washed our hands, and moved the two chairs to be near the patio doors, so we could see the storm; the other two seats would have to be the nearest bed to the doors. Then we turned our attention to finishing the food preparation.

“I am staying like this,” Sarah mentioned to me, as she wrapped the white fluffy dressing gown around her, then tied the belt around her middle. As she did so, I had a brief glimpse of her slightly red and swollen pussy. I grinned and promptly received another nudge as my girlfriend picked up on why I was grinning.

Sarah then made her point, “There is little point in changing, as I want to have Don as soon as possible.”

“I think we should eat first,” I replied while trying to keep a straight face.

That caused a small huff from Sarah. She was sexually frustrated, and as previously mentioned, not normally a morning person.

“Sarah,” I said. “Just for today, I want you to be with Ashley and Don, and experiment. Do sexual things you may have thought about but never had the chance to try. I want you to get it all out of your system.” My voice was sure, and to reinforce my words, I kissed Sarah on the forehead, which brought a warm smile from her. “But as I have said, if you really cannot wait, you can always go and masturbate in the bathroom.”

“Ouch!” I received another sharp nudge, though this time Sarah did giggle, so I took it as a sign of affection.

We both stood there looking at each other. Today we knew, would be another one of sexual experimentation for both of us.

*****

A couple of minutes later, our neighbours appeared as they let themselves in through our patio door. Sarah and I were sitting there watching the rain coming down. The flashes of lightning high above the small islands were now making their presence known, as the sky darkened and the thunder seemed to be even louder.

“We just made it,” Ashley said. She was wearing a short black beach dress and had a white apartment towel over her head to keep the rain off her hair. Don dressed similarly to me, in shorts and a shirt, with large water droplet marks decorating the shoulders.  

Don and I shook hands. It felt formal, though we both knew we had done it out of respect for one another. Ashley hugged Sarah, then me, before pecking me on the lips and it was only then that our attention got drawn to my girlfriend and Ashley’s husband. They were snogging. Don was only three feet inside the door, his left hand already inside her dressing gown, exploring her right breast, her hands around his neck.

It was obvious that my girlfriend wanted Don, and that he equally wanted Sarah. That was why we were here, and why I had teased my girlfriend earlier. It was also true that Ashley wanted to see Don fuck Sarah; it was her thing.

My cock tenting in my shorts told its own story. I was happy for Sarah to have her sexual fantasy, and maybe part of me was saying it was only fair after what happened in Majorca.      

The lightning flashes illuminated the snogging couple, each bolt turning them into a silhouette as the flashes strobed behind them. Don’s hand moved between Sarah’s legs, to the place where mine had been only minutes ago. I knew he would find a sodden, wanton hole. I had primed her well.

“As you can see, we have not eaten,” I remarked, with a quiet chuckle to Ashley, her eyes equally on the snogging couple.

Sarah broke apart from Don and giggled, “Sorry, I got carried away.”

She walked over to Ashley and similarly kissed her as she had her husband, as Don and I watched them.

It was only as they broke apart that Don remarked, “How did you get all this food?” He was looking at the laden kitchen counter.

“Sarah’s tits!” I exclaimed, “It seems as though all the kitchen staff remember them!”

“It was one waiter,” Sarah announced to our guests, before gently nudging me for being an ass. It was now a familiar action, but it still caused Don and Ashley to laugh.

It felt strange. We were all there for a reason, and we all knew it, but we were also hungry and not just for Sarah, as the food looked good. It also felt a little eerie. There was a wild storm going on outside, and with it came partial darkness; the lightning flashes briefly illuminated us, the wind and rain buffeting the patio doors.

The noise of the storm was a constant reminder that Sarah was not the only show going on. It was time to eat, sit down and watch nature’s show.

We loaded our plates with food, and I made the tea. Don and I then took the chairs as Ashley and Sarah sat on the edge of the bed. All seated, we just looked through the patio doors, eating, and watching the rain pound down. The lightning flashes illuminating us, each gush of wind seemingly coming from nowhere, yet lashing the rain in a series of waves against the glass.

But my eyes got drawn to our little pool and the floating ice bucket. It was now full of rainwater, and listing to starboard, yet still bobbing with every gust of wind. I smiled. At least it was still afloat. It had been a clever piece of engineering.

As we ate and drank tea, we talked, and we learnt that Ashley was a teacher – actually, a deputy headmistress – and that Don was an executive manager for a banking group. They were both in good jobs and lived in one of the better areas of Manchester, a city that neither Sarah nor I had ever been to.

With our stomachs full and the storm at its fiercest, I drew my attention to a shrub blowing past like tumbleweed. I watched it cross our chill-out area, and then disappear down the path, towards the pool bar and the main hotel complex.

It was only then that I noticed the conversation had died.

I turned to Don and saw he was watching the two girls. They were snogging, the storm outside now suddenly forgotten. Sarah’s hand was underneath Ashley’s dress, and in between her legs. She was already fingering the older woman as they kissed; the show had moved inside. It surprised me Sarah seemed to be taking the lead in their foreplay.

Don and I glanced at each other, silently nodded and removed our clothes. Our erections told us it was time to take our turns with my girlfriend and do as Sarah instructed. Today was going to be the day when she lived out some of her sexual fantasies.  

I sat there, naked, waiting my turn as my girlfriend rolled onto her back, losing her dressing gown on the way. Ashley was now the more assertive, and her fingers caressed Sarah’s hardened nipples.

A bang outside reminded us there was a storm going on, but Don’s and my attention never wavered from our two girls. The lesbian sex show and its erotic elements had replaced the natural nature spectacle that was going on outside.

Ashley pinned Sarah down and pulled her black beach dress over her head. As I suspected, she didn’t have a thing on underneath. It revealed her bald, sun-kissed pussy, its moist slit, and Sarah’s fingers probing it as they both kissed. Neither seemed to be aware their partners were watching, their cocks in their hands.

As I sat there, with the two ladies in front of me enjoying each other’s bodies, I felt I dared not move. The storm lightning flashes acted like strobe lights, occasionally illuminating the two girls as they made love to each other. I had never watched a live lesbian show before, and this felt like one. But it was my girlfriend with our neighbour, a lady who was older enough to be her mother and, just maybe, that fact added to the eroticism of the performance as the ladies devoured one another.

My cock pulsed, and I’m sure Don’s did too, as I watched Sarah start to cum. Two of Ashley’s fingers were now making squishing sounds inside Sarah’s pussy. Her mouth sucking, teasing my girlfriend’s nipples, the moans and groans coming from both women. They filled the room, and then mixed with the outside thunderclaps, an erotic cacophony.    

Ashley kissed Sarah’s stomach, working downwards between her outstretched legs. They were small kisses, little pecks as she came towards her pussy, briefly kissing, and then licking my girlfriend’s now golden brown, shaven mound. Sarah lying there, her legs spread, waiting for her female lover.

An “Arh,” and then a longer “Oohhhh” filled the room; they came from Sarah as the older lady’s mouth found its target. My girlfriend’s legs were now high up, by her own ears, yet wide, giving Ashley full access to her open sopping well.

The girl-on-girl action continued. For how long, I did not know. My eyes were on the bed with them. Both girls went down on each other and came several times, which I noticed in Sarah’s case, was with a small gush. Not like when she was with Clare; that was a huge one, but it was there. It was new, and it seemed to happen when she was with another woman.

I tried to join in, make it a threesome, my cock telling me it needed to be part of the action, though my mind was calm, enjoying the show.

“I want Don first, David,” Sarah whispered, though she seemed more interested in her girlfriend’s pussy. Her mouth once again was between Ashley’s spread legs as they went into a sixty-nine position, with the older lady on top. 

Sarah’s words seemed to stir Don into motion, his cock as hard as mine. Ashley sat back and rubbed her clit as she squatted just above my girlfriend’s face. Don took his position between Sarah’s still outstretched legs… It occurred to me, she could not have spread them further apart even if she tried.

Sarah wanted Don.

I just sat there watching Ashley’s face once again between my girlfriend’s spread legs. My cock was erect and pointing seven-and-half inches in front of me. My hand wrapped around it, slowly wanking. I was waiting for my turn.

But, I felt transfixed.

The storm was still raging overhead, the wind-driven rain hitting the patio doors behind me, but it was the wetness in front of me that drew all my attention. Sarah came again, another small gush causing Ashley to pull her mouth away as my girlfriend’s pussy spasmed.

Don’s bare cock was hard, rampant… and poised. He was just about to thrust into Sarah’s swollen, open pussy.

I felt calm; I wanted this to happen. That was different to before. There was no anguish, no churning in my stomach. I knew I would get my turn and feel Sarah’s sloppy cunt around my cock.

Ashley’s fingers were playing with her clit. Her wet cunt hovering, and ready to queen Sarah, my blonde princess. Ashley leaned forward and kissed her husband, their tongues interlocked. I knew with that kiss, Don now also had a taste of my Sarah.

I wanted to join them; I wanted to cum, but I just sat there, hypnotised. My cock was like steel, my hand still around it, but its motion stopped. It daren’t move. Sarah had become Don and Ashley’s play toy. This was the moment she had wanted to experience. The instant in my eyes, she became a slut, not just sensual.

Don slowly eased his cock into Sarah’s pussy, taking his time, making sure I could see every inch slide in. It brought a familiar groan from my girlfriend. She thrust back and then she started to cum, and then a gargle as her face was covered by Ashley’s cunt. Our neighbour was cumming too, and as she did so, she kissed her husband. That bond, Sarah, their prize.

Don’s cock was stationary, and fully inserted in my girlfriend, Sarah wiggling, bouncing for relief, or maybe for air as Ashley gently rocked on her head. The older lady’s fingers furiously rubbed away at her own clitoris, her girly cum washing my girlfriend’s face.

It all happened quickly, yet to me it felt like every act was in slow motion as our neighbours used my girlfriend for both their, and her, pleasure.

The wild storm going on outside had been long forgotten.

Ashley removed herself from Sarah’s face and sat still naked next to me. She was coming down from her sexual high. Don hadn’t moved, his bare cock still hard and fully in my girlfriend as he looked at her, and took in her new slutty beauty.

My attention was wholly on Sarah. She had her cum face on. She was still horny, but otherwise fine. Her wet and blonde hair was now matted, and her blue eyes looking at me. She smiled, and I went warm inside. She glanced at my cock and grinned. It was still erect, telling her that I was horny too, and more importantly, okay with what had just happened… no angst, no overthinking.        

Her eyes turned to Don, her smile with them. She was waiting and ready to do anything he asked. She was now his slut; it was what Sarah had wanted, what we had spent so much time talking about.

Don smiled; he was looking hungrily at my girlfriend, and into those warm, yet oh-so-blue eyes. He was ready to pound her, to give her sex just like a slut should receive: hard, fast, unrelenting, and even kinky.

I was sure that was what he had in my mind, but that didn’t happen.

Don just gently rocked and started to make love to my willing girlfriend. It was just how I made love to her last night, missionary position sex, with kissing, and light touching as they moved together. Sarah was purring to his every move, his every little touch, as they kissed. Their bodies now seemed so familiar to each other.

Sitting there, I didn’t hear the thunder. All I heard was Sarah quietly moan each one in response to Don’s cock stroke. “Arh, arh, arh,” she quietly gurgled as the two lovers kissed and made love to one another.

Don turned Sarah onto her side. She was facing us, him behind her. It was a position that allowed Ashley and me to see our neighbour’s cock rhythmically move backwards and forwards. His was no bigger than mine; actually, Don’s cock was smaller, but it could play Sarah’s sexual tune. He was making love to her in the same way you would make love to someone you loved… and Sarah’s body was responding.

This type of sex show was having a peculiar effect on me. I was not only aroused; I was enjoying a new feeling, one of being proud I was sharing my girlfriend. That she was giving pleasure to another man.  

My cock had been hard ever since Sarah and Ashley started playing together. Its head was now purple… and leaking pre-cum.

I still wanted my turn, but I couldn’t interrupt the two lovers. I was more aroused now watching Don making love to my girlfriend than I had been yesterday. This felt different. I looked at Sarah, and her eyes were closed. She was enjoying that feeling, a different cock.

I glanced at Ashley, her hand once again between her legs, masturbating as she watched.

I could not touch my cock. It was a real danger that it would go off just watching my girlfriend… I couldn’t do that… that would be embarrassing; I was meant to be an alpha male, the man with two hot girlfriends.

Don’s pace quickened, and Sarah’s moans increased as a loud crack of thunder exploded overhead. It felt like I was going to explode too, my cock still dribbling pre-cum, my eyes fixed on Sarah’s pussy, Don’s bare cock. They were mating in our bed.

I closed my eyes. I needed a moment to escape the eroticism in front of me. I needed to tell my cock to relax, that we needed to reclaim Sarah… she was mine!

It was only then I was aware of Ashley. Her mouth was close to my ear. Her towel was now placed on the bed in front of me. I held my breath. If she touched me, I know I would have ejaculated. I was close, yet so far away from the moaning and panting couple. Their lovemaking was gradually picking up in pace. It was now fucking and coming towards its natural climax.    

It was then I heard Ashley’s soft words, no more than a whisper.

“Don is besotted with Sarah.”

I gritted my teeth, and I looked at Don’s cock. It was now pistoning in and out of Sarah at a faster rate. She was close to another big-O, having already cum several times with her earlier partner.

Ashley whispered again. I was both surprised and pleased she hadn’t touched my cock.

“He tried to extend our holiday. He wanted to fuck Sarah, morning, noon and night… We both did.”

I stifled a grunt. I wanted to shoot my load, my eyes once again drawn to Sarah’s cunt and Don’s pistoning cock. The sight was so erotic, so arousing, and so perfect.

“Enjoy that feeling, David,” Ashley whispered, her breath teasing every little hair on my neck.

She knew!

Sarah turned onto her front, her face looking my way. Her eyes closed as Don took my girlfriend in her favourite sexual position from behind. He was now pounding into her, fucking, not making love. Sarah was pushing back, meeting his every stroke. Her eyes were closed, and she was gurgling out filthy words, “Fuck me, cum in me, harder, fucking harder… knock me up!”

These words came from a girl who hardly ever swears, and who already had a short pregnancy. She knew the risks, though Don was firing blanks and Sarah was on the pill. She was truly playing the part of a slut, but in my head, it felt so much more real.

Sarah was a slut!

Ashley came close again. She was looking at my hard shaved cock, pre-cum now readily leaking from it. She whispered in my ear, “Enjoy it, David. Just do what I do, shut your eyes and just let go… There is no feeling like it!”

She definitely knew!

I was going to cum from watching my girlfriend with another man.

I was enjoying the show more than any alpha man should. I was no longer the captain of the football team, the leader, the Works Manager… I had become a cuckold… l wanted Sarah to be with another man. I wanted her to be with Don.

“Ahhh mmyyygggoooddd!” Sarah groaned, as an orgasm washed through her, Don still inside her, thrusting away, fucking her deep, trying to knock her up.

It was all too much for me. My head was now filled with thousands of kinky thoughts. My body went stiff, like a plank, and my head went back as I shut my eyes. I thrust my hard and dribbling cock out. I was going to cum. Shoot my load… I was enjoying that feeling, and I had hardly touched my cock.

I grunted, my balls tightened and at that same moment, I felt a familiar mouth around my cock. It was Sarah’s. She had saved the day. She was sucking me dry, saving my embarrassment and, with it, the alpha man in me.

There were flashes, bangs, and grunts from both ends of my girlfriend. Don finally and almost simultaneously unloaded inside Sarah as I came in her mouth, and then splattered her face. She had just taken two men at both ends, spit roasted, and in doing so had her second large orgasm with us men.   

Don and I just stood there on either side of the double bed as Sarah collapsed between us. We were all panting, recovering our composure as we came down together from our sexual high.

It was only then I noticed Ashley with my camera in her hand. She was smiling and still watching us as she took one more picture before handing the camera to me.

“Make sure you send us a copy,” she said. “I am sure we are all going to enjoy your holiday photos.”  

The day was now set, with the storm finally abating.

We cleaned up and had a second breakfast. Then we watched the water run down the path, with the sun breaking through the cloud. The day was turning into something more like you would expect it to be in Crete in mid-September.

We opened the patio door and with it, the first bottle of wine and chatted. Then we had round two, Sarah with Ashley, then Don and me, joining them, experimenting, doing things that you only hear others have done.

Well, according to Sarah, mainly it was things that Clare had already done.

We did double penetration once again, Don at the front of Sarah, me enjoying her from the rear. Ashley joined us, occasionally taking photos and then she licked my girlfriend’s pussy to a nice cum before she received the same in return from Sarah.

It became a game of experimentation, a cock in her ass, one in her mouth, then one ass and one in her pussy. Fuck her; keep your erection, swap, but we men were told, “Do not cum, stay hard.” It was an order, as we slowly worked through the sexual positions and lube. Our jobs were now to be two human dildos, letting Sarah and Ashley conduct each position, each sexual pleasure.  

The experimentation carried on. Most positions were ones that Don and Ashley had experienced before, during the swinging parties and numerous swaps. We were keen students. We wanted our new sexual experiences, something to tell Clare about. We were playing our own private game, the one that had led us here.

The final sexual act came in one that Don had only done once before, and Ashley had only ever watched, thinking it was just too painful. For this one, we lubed our cocks and Sarah’s well-used cunt before Don pushed his cock home and I carefully slid mine next to his, skin-to-skin. Apparently, it was called double vaginal penetration. It was a name and sexual action new to Sarah and me.

We were careful, and it amazed me that Sarah’s pussy stretched that far. Two cocks in her, and we tried our best to fuck her that way. However, it felt strange. Not gay. Just weird and we aborted before my girlfriend got sore.

It had been fun, but maybe Sarah’s teenage pussy wasn’t ready to take two cocks… yet.

For our final cum, Ashley joined us, as we just chose to ejaculate over Sarah. It felt appropriate as my girlfriend had a thing, a fetish, about men cumming on her. She wanted this. Just to have that one experience of two men and one lady using her body to sign off on, Sarah being a slut for a day.

With that, it was all over, the sun now out. Don and Ashley said thank you for the experience and then their goodbyes. It might have only been early afternoon, but they wanted a nap and then they were going into town for the last evening of their holiday.

It suited us too. We had our fun, a truly liberating sexual experience. Once again, we needed time together to recover, to talk and to relax, and start to be more like that young couple we were back home.

*****

That afternoon, after we tidied up and washed the sheets yet again, we retired to our little pool. As we got in, we noticed the water was now colder; the wind had taken some of the heat with it.

Even worse, my homemade ice bucket had all but sunk, being now full of water. I rescued it and placed a bottle of our breakfast wine in it after I filled our two plastic glasses.

We both sat there, Sarah topless, taking in the sun, and listing to the silence, the storm now long gone. The place seemed deserted, the pool bar closed for the day because of the earlier weather.

It was a good time for us to talk. I had things going on in my mind, but I didn’t want to go first, and I wasn’t even sure I could find the right words. But I got lucky, or perhaps it was more because Sarah understood me and had that forgiving kind streak embedded deep in her personality.

“Thank you,” she then said. “Thank you for giving me that experience.”

I smiled, and then I cut in, “I enjoyed it too.”

Sarah kissed me on the cheek. “I know you did. I am pleased you got so turned on watching me. It let me relax and enjoy the experience.” Sarah then giggled, “Maybe we need to go on another Safari Tour. Now I have something to tell Clare about. Maybe now I would even get to three enclosures.”

I quietly chuckled. I remembered Clare had taken almost thirteen animal enclosures to tell most of her sexual backstory. While Sarah had been a little embarrassed that she didn’t have much to say; it had only taken her just over two enclosures.   

However, my quiet chuckle masked how I currently felt.

My mind was in a whirl. I was wondering if Sarah thought I was a cuckold, that she would think less of me as I nearly came from watching Don fuck her. It worried me. That she would think I would only want to watch, not take part, and I would let every man she wanted fuck her.

“David, it was nice that you trusted me. You will always be my man,” Sarah softly whispered.

They were soft but meaningful words that meant so much to me.  

“Sarah, I am sorry. I was just so turned on. I didn’t mean to cum…”

Sarah cut me off.

“It was a compliment, David. I hope you don’t think any less of me after what I have done. It was just a one-off.”

“Are you seeing Don tomorrow morning?” I then asked, maybe a bit too enthusiastically. 

“I don’t think so. Why, do you want me to?”

I sat there, thinking; I sipped my wine. It was only a few seconds, really nothing more than a long pause, but in that time I had run Sarah’s question through my mind what felt like a million times.

Did I want her to?

“I don’t think so,” I muttered. “I think we had our fun. We need a few days of us being nothing but boyfriend and girlfriend. The truth is, I need a little time with just you, Sarah.”

My girlfriend kissed me on the cheek, and I looked at her.

She was smiling.

I sipped my wine again, and a warm feeling that ran through me.

It was that, maybe for once, I had just given the right answer… 

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