Date: Sun, 2 Jun 2002 09:48:42 +1200
From: Nick BOP <argosy69@hotmail.com>
Subject: Mediterannean Summer chapters 1 2 3

Mediterranean Summer

Adult Material, over 18 and like that kind of thing then read on.


Part one.
The meeting

We met Grant at a 4th of July party. He was one of the two hundred
Americans who worked at the NATO base on the island. It really was an odd
situation, The base was run by the British Military, and for political
reasons, Americans were not supposed to be there. Everybody knew they were
of course, even the Greeks, but to save face, everybody said they and their
U2 spy plane where part of the meteorological department, collecting high
altitude weather data on a daily basis.

Even stranger was the fact that these Americans were all there on their
own, no families. To maintain the top-secret nature of what they did, their
families were told they were in Athens. My wife Vivienne and I were both
teachers at a local international school, the staff, who were all
civilians, played along with the game, and nicknamed the America contingent
the 'Olive Harvest'.

Even in this top-secret location, the 4th of July had to be celebrated, and
it was, in style too. American ice cream, beer, turkey, steak, you name it,
was all flown in especially for the occasion, no expense was spared. It was
there we met Grant, a Mormon form Arkansas.

He was an unassuming person and we soon warmed to him, he told us how the
Americans called the place 'Fantasy Island' on account of the fact that
there were no available women, so they only had fantasies to keep them
going. He made a lot of the fact that there were around 200 desperately
horny 'yanks' there that evening. As the evening wore on, we chatted, and
drank and he danced with Vivienne, and obviously enjoyed (as did she) a
particularly slow number.

The chat turned to what we had planned for the weekend. Grant told us he
was off to a nudist beach he knew about. That got our interest, where? We
had no idea there was one! He described how to get there, but it was rather
complicated, so he suggested he would show us if we picked him up the next
morning. We happily agreed and with a hug and a handshake, set of home,
feeling very horny from the evening and in anticipation of nude bathing the
next day.

The next day dawned predictably hot, as it always did in July in the
Aegean. We packed our beach bags and set off to pick up Grant, very excited
by the idea of nudity, we were both exhibitionist at heart and I was
certainly a voyeur. Naked bodies... hmmm I could not wait. Did I mention
that I was a bit bi? Hetero-bi I think is the expression to be used, rather
than gay-bi. Certainly the idea of Grant naked next to my wife was an
additional turn on for me.

The secret beach was about 1 hour's drive away, along the coast road. Down
a long winding unsealed farm track, passed vineyards and olive trees,
gnarled carobs and goat herds we went until at last we reached an open area
next to the sea. There were no other cars there. Grant then told us it was
another 15 minutes walk away, around the headland. No cars... no
people... I questioned it with Grant. He reassured us that it was quite
early in the day and sometimes no other people even came as so few people
even knew about it. So much for ogling the naked beauties.

We set off, very hot and thirsty, lugging our beach bags. Remember there is
no tide to speak of in the Mediterranean, so we had to clamber over the
rocks wade in the sea until at last, very hot, but excited (at least I was)
we arrived at this sandy little bay that was empty except for the
occasional house sized rock that interrupted the sand and the view. They
also provided some welcome shade and some privacy, should we feel in need
of it.

Hot and sweaty from our trek, we flung off our clothes and ran into the
warm water, oh the relief. We swam and chatted and splashed around for a
while before heading back to our towels to dry off and smother ourselves
with sun block.

We all took this opportunity to surreptitiously sneak looks at each
other. He was slimly built but not scrawny and his even golden tan showed
that he was not new to this beach. He was also very well hung and as he
applied sun block to his groin, it grew slightly, making him quite sexy,
almost a Grecian God to look at.

Now I am ordinary, rather fair skinned man for the Mediterranean climate,
but was positive and happy about how I looked naked, so was quite happy to
apply some extra block to my groin area and enjoy the sensation of the my
cock swelling slightly. Vivienne I think was (and still is) very
attractive. Slim, tanned (with tan lines), fit and athletic with small
boobs and a shaved pubic area, was certainly worth looking at naked. The
shaving was a new thing that she did under protest for me, but it sure
looked nice. Pouting prominent labia signposted the way to her haven, she
was very sexy. I could tell that Grant found it distracting too as he tried
to peek without being too obvious.

Soon Grant was acting like a contortionist as he tried to apply sun block
to his middle back, it looked very funny, naked, half hard and wriggling
around, he just could not reach that last little patch between the shoulder
blades. My wife, caring as always offered her help, and he honoured her
offer. She stood behind him, naked, applying sunscreen to his back, her
hands straying to already protected areas as she liberally coated him. By
the time she had finished he was fully erect, and so was I just from
watching.

Turning round. He laughed off his hard-on, commenting that the 'little
bugger' had a mind of its own and making a big deal of shouting down at it
to 'get down you little bugger'. It was all very funny and certainly
stopped any potential embarrassment in its tracks.

Vivienne asked for one of us to help her with her sunscreen. Since I did
not jump up (my erection was still hidden from view), Grant did the noble
think and offered to return the favour. Vivienne lay down on her tummy on
the towel, closing her eyes she waited for Grant's ministering hands. Now I
know she loves having her back rubbed and it often forms part of our
foreplay, so I was keen to observe what might happen.

Grant coated his hands liberally with Copper Tone and gently so gently
applied it to her back and shoulders, working his way up around her neck,
along her shoulder blades and down to her sides. I half closed my eyes and
said nothing, he was unsure how far he could go and Vivienne was not
discouraging him, in fact she kept making comments of appreciation. His
hands slipped down to the side of her breasts, her nipples were hidden and
unreachable unless she moved a little and she showed no signs of allowing
it. So after a few more gentle circular motions with his fingertips, his
hands returned to the middle of her back.

More sun block was squeezed from the bottle on to his hands. I smiled to
myself, she was 'done', and needed no more help, but obviously he was
enjoying it, and since Vivienne was still lying prone with her eyes closed,
he applied more to her back. His hands slowly worked their way down her
spine and finally they arrived at the top of her buttocks. Now what was he
going to do?

I was horny watching, but was surprised that Vivienne had allowed him to go
so far unchallenged. Getting more Copper Tone, he gently applied some to
the backs of her thighs. This was getting interesting. Running his hands
gently down her calves he started a slow deliberate massage back up to her
knees, his hands now though were between her legs and if he kept it up and
she did not stop him soon, he would reach the mother-lode.


I feigned obliviousness, my own erection (I was lying on it) was causing
some discomfort, and he was fully erect by now, the end of his penis
occasionally bouncing against Viv's calves. He was ready for the final
assault; I was hardly daring to breath. He withdrew to reload with Copper
Tone, but then Vivienne suddenly got to her knees, briefly in the doggy
position (a wonderful view) got up and stated matter of factly, "I need a
pee'. She then ran off down to the sea and dived it!

I rolled over and laughed, 'The little buggers still playing up I see' I
said, he replied that I seemed to have a similar problem, we both laughed
and the tension was broken. By the time Vivienne returned, cooled down and
collected, both 'little' buggers were under control.

For the next hour we chatted and swam and peeked and refined the art of
innuendo. I was hoping for a sunscreen repeat, but no luck. We had some
lunch and Vivienne got her book out and face down, started to read. The sun
was very hot, and soon she pushed he book aside and apparently went to
sleep. Nobody was talking now, silence and sea. I was lost in a daydream
when Grant's comment woke me. 'Just off for a walk' he said. With that he
headed off down the beach, still naked.

I watched him go, admiring his naked body and his buttocks. Soon he was out
of sight, lost amongst the house-sized boulders. Idly I wondered where he
was going. For about five minutes I sat there speculating on his
departure. Then checking that Vivienne was still dozing, I headed off down
the beach to find him.

The first house-rock was only two hundred metres away and I soon came to
it. I wondered how far Grant had gone and if I would catch him up. I
needn't have wondered. He was there, leaning against the rock, cock in hand
masturbating.

He saw me, and stopped, looking slightly awkward. He laughed, I did too,
but I could not stop looking at his hard cock (uncut I thought, unusual for
a yank). There was a drip of pre-cum on the end, growing as his erection
receded slightly.

'Sorry 'he said

'Its Ok' I replied

'Fantasy Island' he said

'What is your's?' I asked

'To make love to someone on my water bed'

'And have you ever?' I queried

'Yes' pause 'but he left a few months ago'

'He?' I asked

'Yes' he replied, slightly breathily, his erection now back at full
strength.

'Can I suck your cock?' I heard some one say, suddenly realising that when
Grant answered 'yes' that it must have been me.

I ran the few yards to peer round the rock. Vivienne was still apparently
asleep. I returned to Grant and kneeling in front of him in the sand took
his erect penis into my mouth. I tasted his precum, he moaned and thrust
slightly into my mouth.

He warned me he would not last long, and I made mouth-full agreeing sounds,
giving consent for him to cum in my mouth. By now his cock had reached that
pre-orgasm hardness, the head swelling more in my mouth, I sucked gently
knowing that any second he would erupt and during that super-sensitive
time, I would give gentle massage with my tongue and cheeks, but allow him
to judge the vigour of the thrusting.

He came, the tangy salty bitterness flooded my mouth, I swallowed as pulse
after pulse delivered yet more cum, it overflowed over my chin until
finally he was spent, leaning weakly against the rock, his eyes closed. I
took my mouth away and at that moment, turning my head slightly to ease the
cramped muscles in my neck, I saw her.

How long had she been there? I later found out seconds only.

She was furious, more that than, beside herself with rage and anger. 'You
bastard' she yelled at me. I struggled to my feet, Grant was apologising
pathetically about it being no ones fault, it just happened. Vivienne
covered the ground very quickly and just as I managed to stand upright, she
hit me.

Now I am not talking about a girly slap. This was a punch to the face; she
got me on my right cheek, my molars tearing the inside of my mouth. I had
never seen her so angry. 'Bastard, bastard, bastard' she yelled at me as
she stormed off down the beach back to the towels.

I felt no pain from the punch, though the taste of blood now mingled with
the taste of semen in my mouth. 'Fuck' what a mess, she would leave me now
for sure. What was I doing? Stupid, stupid, stupid fucker. I realised that
Grant, golden Grant now flaccid, was still there muttering over and over
'Sorry man'

I headed back down the beach to where Vivienne was sitting on the towels,
staring out to sea. She was I noticed still naked, funny thing to notice I
thought. She ignored me. I began to apologize. 'Fuck off' she said full of
venom. 'I am thinking'

So I sat in silence, wondering how I would explain to my family why she
left me. Grant, deciding discretion was the better part of valour, chose to
take a long walk, and was nowhere to be seen. We sat like this for what
seemed like hours - then she broke the silence.

'Is he gay" she asked. I muttered that I did not think so. "Good' she
replied, 'There is only one solution' my mind was a little confused, this
did not sound like a 'pack your bags and get out speech'.

'I want a threesome, I want to be fucked as well, it is the only solution'

I could not believe what she said, firstly I was not getting the heave-ho
and secondly, my all-time fantasy was about to come true, to have a
threesome with a guy and watch her get fucked! I had been suggesting it for
three years now and she had always refused.

'Ok' she said, it was not a question. I nodded dumbly.


Part two
The bedroom

Grant finally returned form his walk; he was probably wondering if we would
still be there, his only method of transport might have left him in a fit
of pique. Viv explained her plan to him, was he ok about it? He nodded with
a mixture of enthusiasm and relief. "When?" he asked. "As soon as wet get
home" was the reply.

It was all very odd, surreal almost. We got dressed in silence and made our
way back to the car. My jaw was starting to hurt, but I was hardly aware of
it, the excitement of the moment occupying my mind. We were going to have a
threesome, at last. It really was Fantasy Island.

On the way back we made small talk, not once referring to sex. We talked
about the weather, cars, and nature, anything but the subject uppermost in
our minds. I can only speak for myself but I was beside myself with
excitement, I so much wanted Viv to enjoy it, then she may not only forgive
me, but also do it more, again and again.

At last we were back at the house, we agreed a shower would be a good idea,
to get rid of the salt and sand. Viv went in first and Grant and I sat on
the bed fully clothed making small talk. Soon she emerged wrapped modestly
in a towel. My turn, a hurried shower, wondering if they had started
without me. No, small talk and a towel were still the order of the day.

Grant departed, I took Vivienne in my arms and started kissing her, her
towel slipped off. I made my way down to her breasts, flicking each nipple
with my tongue as I continued my journey down. I needed to know, was she
wet, did she really want to? Once again I was on my knees, this time a
pussy instead of a cock greeted me. I pressed my face to her crotch, could
smell her scent, aroused, her labia starting to pout more, inviting me,
welcoming me.

I placed my tongue gently between her labia, searching for the button I
knew was there and once pressed, would ensure she reached the point where
she would not, could not back down. I wanted this so much. She was wet,
very. I love the taste of an aroused woman. A man understands what I mean,
not sure a woman appreciates the totally all-encompassing eroticism that
the smell of a woman's aroused vagina has. It is impossible to describe, it
is breath taking, it is lust, it is passion, it is promise, it is heaven, I
could go on but if you know, then there is not need, if you do not, then
you will never understand.

Her pussy was wet and inviting, silky wet, wanton wet, desire wet. Her
labia were engorged with blood, the tip of her clitoris inviting and
beckoning. My tongue explored her, drinking in the exotic tastes, woman
hood, fresh enough from washing to be clean, but not so fresh as to be
antiseptic, the slight aroma of urine adding its own unique signature. She
sighed and pressed into me, forcing my face against her pubic mound. Her
newly shaved pubis was soft against my cheek.  She wanted it too. She
wanted two cocks, she wanted two men to enter her and fill her, she wanted
revenge though I did not realise how much at that time.

Grant came into the room, already hard, I saw him in the mirror, kiss her
lips and caress her breasts. His cock, inches from my face was leaking cum
again; I took it in my mouth again. Viv pulled my head away forcing me back
to her pussy, 'eat me' she said in a way that meant 'do it or else'. This
was her stage play to direct, she was director, producer and the lead woman
all in one. We were the supporting cast, there for her pleasure, a vehicle
for her to demonstrate her talents. She was here to show off, push the
limits and let me know that I was not the only one who could fuck
strangers.

We made love all afternoon. No we did not 'make love' we rutted in a
totally animalist way. Viv sucked us, and licked us, took our cocks in her
mouth, her vagina and her anus, made us lick each other and watched me take
Grant anally. She made me lick his cum from her pussy, punishment she said!
It was far from that; it was heaven, my ultimate fantasy to see another
man's semen flowing of her and between her buttocks. I watched as he gave
her orgasm after orgasm, watched his cock slide in and out of her opening,
her vaginal lips caressing the length of his cock, slippery with her juices
and ours. Watched her face as she rose to meet his thrusting.

I held his cock and aided his entry into her anus, a place I loved but was
rarely allowed to use. He took it and she moaned and shouted obscenities
urging him on and on, until we were unable to do it anymore. We were sore,
we were raw and we were fucked, literally.

We lay on the bed, exhausted, and dozed and chatted for the next couple of
hours until Grant said he should be going, then Vivienne dropped her second
bombshell of the day, she invited him to move in with us for the summer.


Part 3
Menage a Trios?

How did I feel about that idea? I asked myself. Finally I settled on a
cross between fucking amazing and fantastic!

Just imagine the sex we would have, daily doses of fuck-fest (pretty basic
wording I know, but I am a male). My ultimate fantasy of watching with my
wife with another man had not only come true, but would happen on a daily
basis, a twice-daily basis even, more.. no limit, fuuuuck. Imagine watching
Grant's wonderful cock slipping in and out of Viv's pussy, him thrusting,
buttocks tensing. Her moaning (actually yelling is more accurate, she does
have the noisiest orgasms one can imagine. Quite a problem sometimes
depending on where you are at the moment of climax. It has caused coitus
interruptus a number of times as I have lost my 'vigour' in embarrassment).

My mind was on fire with lust, fantasy and planning. I could explore my
bisexual side a bit more too. The possibilities were endless. My
imagination was fuelled by visions of their naked bodies entwined and
coupling.

I did not sleep well that night and woke up about 1.00 am with a terrible
(wonderful) hard on. It was pulsing, throbbing. Should I slip off and have
a wank in the spare room? Try and have one there in bed and not wake Viv,
or, pretend to try and do it without waking Viv, but wake her and shag her!
I can be romantic sometimes, but it was heat and hormones at that moment so
'making love' was not an option. I wanted a shag.

Hand on tool I commenced stroking. Just enough effort to make the bed shake
slightly, must be subtle. No response from sleeping Viv. More effort by me,
more bed shaking a groan and stirring and 'What the hell are you doing?
What time is it?'

I explained my problem, 'Can I have a quickie? Please?' She showed her
consent by turning on to her back, yawning and opening her legs. 'Don't
expect me to respond' she said matter of factly. I put my leg over in the
time-honoured tradition and gently nudged the end of my erection at her
entrance. One not so gentle push and I was in. She gasped slightly and
thrust up to meet me. 'Your wet' I said. 'After what has been shot up there
today what do you expect?' was her reply.

'God you were sexy today' I whispered in her ear.

'You were an asshole' was her reply. So much for pillow talk.

'You loved his cock in you though? Didn't you? You were noisy enough when
you came. Almost scared him off.'

'Yes I liked it and I am going to have a lot more too, so get on with it
and fuck me, asshole.'

It was too much. I came. She was not pleased and sent me off to 'do the
dishes', our phrase for going down on her and licking her pussy clean and
performing post coital cunnilingus. She loves it, and so do I for that
matter. Just as well as I would be doing a lot of it in the weeks that were
to follow.

The next morning was the start of the big day. Grant was moving in. My
hard-on was back and Viv's answer to it was basically 'not now dear plenty
of time, be patient'.

We had yet to discuss sleeping arrangements, after all you could not shag
all the time could you? I mean you did have to sleep and a double bed in
summer was barely big enough for two, certainly not big enough for
three. But those issue were brushed over by Viv, and I was certainly far
too lust filled to worry about such detail.


Grant was calling round sometime that morning to deliver his stuff, albums,
cassettes clothes etc. Meantime I had some work to do and headed off to do
a couple of hours at the school. I can't say timetabling was easy. My
erection simply refused to let me ignore it. So after a while I decided
enough was enough and set off for home and what lay ahead.

Full of anticipation I drove up to our house wondering how many minutes it
would take to get the three of us into bed. As I pulled up I realised Grant
was not here! Had he changed his mind? Had Viv changed hers?

Trying to be cool, I casually entered the house, calling Viv's name. She
answered from the kitchen and I went to find her removing my clothes as I
went (simply for temperature reasons, it was very hot, about 35 degrees
centigrade). Arriving in the kitchen I was down to my underwear.

She was at the sink and I came up behind her, putting my arms around her
waist and cupping a breast in my hand. She was as usual bra-less, it was
the early 80s and few women seemed to bother with them. She also had on a
cotton print dress, flimsy material, tied at the top with two bows across
the shoulders. I regularly annoyed her by pulling the ends and making the
dress fall off. Very sexy, for me anyway, and she was very tolerant about
it.

'Where's Grant?' I asked.

'He came round and left about 20 minutes ago, he will be back in the
afternoon' she replied nonchalantly.

'Oh.' I said, slightly disappointed. 'Did he say anything about yesterday?'

'Yes he did.' Was her uninformative response?

'And?' I enquired slipping my hand up her skirt and under the elastic of
her knickers

'Don't you think of anything else?' Her tone suggested irritation but her
body language suggested more and as she pushed her bottom against my
crotch, my finger found its way under the gusset of her knickers to her
pussy. It was wet, very wet and so were her knickers.

'He turn you on?' I asked slightly breathily as the realisation of her
arousal came home to me.

She turned round and placing a hand on either side of my face, applied
enough pressure to let me know I was to go down. I followed her lead,
allowing myself to be pushed down to my knees, aware of the hardness of the
tiled floor; I knelt in front of her, head at crotch level.

I love her thighs, so soft, so feminine. The inner thigh that invites you
to explore further with a promise that few, if any men, can reject. I
brushed the cool soft skin with my lips and nuzzled towards the top of her
thighs where the softness meets in a union of erotic tenderness and
womanhood.

I could feel the heat from her and the aroma of sex filled my nostrils. I
was intoxicated, drugged by the smell and the touch of her. She pulled her
panties aside exposing the swollen labia to my exploring tongue. I licked
her lips, teasing and then pushed my tongue deeper into the secret folds. I
searched in there, the wetness on my tongue, the taste of her exotic
secretions and ... something else, something tangy, something like semen.

She must have felt me tense as she removed her guiding hands from my
head. I pulled away so that I could look up at her, my neck bent at an
impossible angle. She waited for the question.

'Did Grant have sex with you?'

No answer

'Can I taste him?' I demanded.

'Perhaps' was all she said.

'What do you mean? Either he did have you or he did not'

She paused, dramatic affect? 'Yes he did,' long pause 'and so did his
friend Nathan.'

By now I was on my feet demanding explanations. This was my wife, my
faithful loving predictable wife. It was different for a man, sex, it
didn't mean anything, just physical. But a woman, it was not right simply
not right....

She told me to shut up and listen. Grant had a friend with him, she
explained, a nice guy whom Grant introduced as one of the 'horny two
hundred'. He was charming and flirtatious and over a cold drink, Grant let
her know that Nathan was fully aware of his position and in fact was as
'envious as hell'.

Well to cut a long story short, she pulled down his shorts and gave him a
blowjob whilst Grant watched! Simple as that. There now I knew.

I was incensed. How could she? What kind of slut was she? My anger showed
until grasping my shoulders, she propelled me into a chair and sat astride
me.

'Listen you asshole' she hissed at me, her face inches away from mine. 'You
started this and you sucked a strangers cock only yesterday. It probably
was not even the first time either, so what right do you have to judge me?
I decided to do it. I wanted to do it. It was my choice and if you have a
problem with that then you are an even bigger asshole that I gave you
credit for! OK!'

I was stunned. In fact I was to use a phrase I hate, 'gob smacked'. Logic,
her logic, may have held water if calmly and coolly considered in the cold
light of day, but not at that moment in time. Finally I managed to squeak
'Did he come in your mouth?'

She smiled and did not answer for a moment of two, enjoying watching the
various emotions ranging from lust to anger to jealousy to curiosity and
back to lust again, all within seconds, run across my face. 'Yes' she
admitted eventually.

'Then who's cum is it in your pussy?' I asked

She smiled, the kind of look a cat would smile use, if it could, just
before it pounced on the cornered mouse. 'Both. Grant's and Nathan's.
Nathan managed it twice, once in my mouth and once in me. Quite a stud in
fact.'

My penis was raging, engorged with blood. I was aroused. I was more than
aroused. Viv was still astride me legs either side of mine, her crotch
hovering above my hard-on. Only my underwear was containing my leaking and
dribbling member.

Without a word, she pulled the material of my underwear aside, freeing my
cock whilst simultaneously pushing the gusset of hers to one side. I
slipped in. Oh my God. If you, the reader, are male and you have never felt
the sensation of entering a used pussy, the so-called sloppy seconds, then
you have no idea what you are missing.

A pussy wet with a woman's lubricant is sexy and slippery and wonderful,
but, the texture that greets you if it is full of semen is amazing. It
glides in, so smooth as to be almost frictionless, yet enough that the
nerve endings are jangling with sensations. It is amazing. If you also get
turned on by the idea of your woman's pussy full of another man's cum, it
is mind boggling.

I lasted a few seconds before succumbing and exploding (well used cliche I
know but don't know how else to describe it) up into her sex. I felt I was
turning inside out. The blood left my head and the oxygen-starved brain
cells started to black out. Every part of my being was centred on the end
of my prick. I was short of air, I was gasping.

Soon, all too soon it was over, I was spent. Viv, still straddling me
looked down at me. Was it pity, contempt? 'Well big guy' you didn't last
long did you.' It was not a question. 'Just as well I can rely on other
cocks around here this summer isn't it?'

As she dismounted me, splashing semen all down my legs, I realised that she
had used the plural of cock. She has said 'cocks' meaning more than one! I
sat there for a few minutes reflecting on the last 24 hours. Just what did
she have in mind? My last thought as she left and the doorbell rang was
that I wished she would stop calling me 'asshole'.


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