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Holiday Romances Pt. 01

By: mandywilluk2000



This is a two part account of a couple of rather different holiday romances. 

The second part shouldn't be too long, for I have started it. However, if any reader would like to contribute ideas and suggestions I would be delighted to review them and give consideration to including them.

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Chapter 1

Was it over ten years? It didn't seem that long, well in some ways it didn't. Had it really been an entire decade? Was it almost a third of my life since any other than my husband's cock had been in me? 

It had been ten years. We had been married for eight and I had lived with Kevin for two years before that. And I had been totally faithful. So that proved it. Ten long years with just his cock as my fuckbuddy. But then that's how it's supposed to be isn't it? Well it was in the nineties, I'm not so sure in the 21st century though.

The whole experience of having sex with a man other than my husband both absolutely thrilled me and filled me with a sort of shame and guilt. 

Of course, him wanting me made me feel good, him, sort of, seducing me was exciting beyond what I would ever imagined and him kissing and then touching me intimately was simply amazing. The first time he cupped and squeezed my full breasts made me gasp with a level of pleasure I had forgotten existed. When he removed my bra, gazed admiringly at me and then took a nipple into his mouth, I almost fainted with the intensity of the sensations. Being naked in his arms, feeling my body against his rough, hairy nudity, having his hardness pressing into the slight swell of my tummy, which had never quite reverted to its pre pregnancy shape, and having his hands roaming over every part of me was just incredible. And of course, feeling his cock slide deep into me and then having him fuck me was beyond everything else and, quite frankly, more exciting than I have the vocabulary to describe.

Chapter 2

Yes, I had dabbled with other girls at uni. Nothing that deep, just some snogging, a few brief gropes, a little bit of fingering and a guilty orgasm. And yes, I had repeated that with a work colleague as part of a threesome a couple of times. 

However, since being with Kevin I had done nothing like that. My faithfulness extended to my bisexuality as well as to my hetero being.

So, being naked in front of her wasn't too much of a shock, as it wasn't seeing her bare body. It also wasn't a massive problem when she touched me or, when we kissed or, when she caressed my breasts or, when I squeezed hers or when her hands travelled over my body and mine did the same. No, they were not shocks or massive problems, but they were absolutely, fucking massive turn-ons.

Chapter 3

It was one of those hotels where some of the accommodation is made up of private bungalows in the grounds. Our bungalow had a lounge with a bar and a kitchen, a bedroom, a small garden and, marvellously, our own private, reasonably sized pool.

We were in Crete, having a ten-day holiday by ourselves, Sara our daughter having gone with Kevin's parents to Disneyland in Florida where they had a house.

As Kevin travelled a lot with his work, we tended to avoid long-haul flights for our holidays and, instead, splashed out on locations nearer home. The hotel in Crete was just that. Absolute luxury. It was small, just sixty guests, with a great restaurant, fabulous spa and terrific facilities in all other areas.

Spoiling ourselves something rotten we had chosen to fly business class, which was slightly roomier and certainly more comfortable than economy, but really was very indulgent on a two-hour flight. We had arranged for the hotel to send a car to collect us and it was quite a buzz to walk out from customs and see a chauffeur holding up a board with our name on it.

Calling it a second honeymoon would be overegging it. Nevertheless, it was a special holiday. We hadn't been getting on too well, particularly sexually, and we had both determined that this week in Crete would be the start of everything getting better.

We arrived at the hotel just after midday. We were both very pleased that everything lived up to its pre-billing; it's so disappointed when things aren't as you hope, especially on a holiday. We checked in and went to our bungalow, which was delightful. The pool was not overlooked at all and was surprisingly large. 

After unpacking, we went outside into the high walled garden with the pool. I was wearing a lemon, coloured bikini, Kevin dark blue shorts.

"Fantastic isn't it?" I said looking around the place.

"Perfect, just right and the weather is marvellous."

I went over to one of the sunbeds and pulled it slightly under the overhanging branches of a knurled and twisted olive tree.

"I need to be careful the first couple of days," I unnecessarily told Kevin for he knew that. He didn't have to bother for he tanned so easily and never got burned.

I laid out on the bed soaking up the sun. It felt great. I took my bra off and let the heat get to my breasts, always a lovely feeling. They flopped a bit to either side making me again determined to go on a diet. Every time I put weight on it seems to go to my tits and now I was struggling to get them into a D cup, surely I can't be a DD I was thinking?

Kevin was sitting on a straight-backed chair by a table reading. I decided to have a swim. I got up and walked over to the edge of the pool. I put my toe in; it was beautiful. I went to climb down the ladder when I had an idea.

"What do you think?" I asked turning to look at my husband as I slid my bikini panties down my legs.

He smiled. "Nice tits and I see you've sorted out your bikini line," referring to my neatly trimmed pubes. 

I had never swum naked before. As I glided across the warm pool I wondered why not, for it was a gorgeous feeling. The water seemed to be caressing me, it was certainly arousing me.

"Come on Kevin," I called out turning towards him as I stood up the water reaching my waist, my tits wobbling, my nipples as hard as rocks: the, very slight, chill of the water or simply being naked outdoors?

He walked to the side of the pool and went to get in.

"Hey this is no clothes pool," I said.

"I shouldn't."

"Why not?"

"It's different for a guy, I might get arrested."

"Don't be daft and get your shorts off," I laughed.

This sounds crazy, but watching him slip them off and seeing that he was semi-hard was an incredibly exciting sight and moment. I wondered at myself thinking that seeing my husband's half hard dick was so exciting; was that love?

From the moment he took his shorts off we both knew that we would fuck. Other than in a bath and a shower I had never been shagged in water and I wondered just how easy, or hard, it would be getting it in me with my pussy flooded by water.

He took me in his arms and we kissed, deep and long; tongues, squirming lips and all. Slowly, mouths still clamped he pushed me backwards until I was against the side of the pool, right by a water inlet, just like one of those jets in a Jacuzzi.

"Christ," I said as I felt the water on my bottom.

"What?"

"Look," I said taking his hand and putting it in the water stream.

"Nice," he replied turning me round away from him. "Get hold of the side."

I did as he asked feeling his, now full, hardness against the back of my leg. He pressed his cock against my bum pushing me forward.

"Get the water on your pussy," he grunted his arms now round me, his hands cupping my, what I am now bloody sure are, double Ds fuck it.

His knee in the back of mine pushed me forward.

"Oh Christ yes," I grunted as the stream of cool water from the inlet hit me. It was flowing against my pubic mound. I moved closer and went on tiptoe, opening my legs as I did. "Oh my God, that's amazing," I groaned as the fast flowing stream of water hit me right on my clit.

I could easily have got off just like that. I had often wondered when at the gym in the Jacuzzi just what it would be like to turn round and have those jets hit my crotch. Now I knew.

"Good?" My husband asked me as he rolled my tits around and pinched my stunningly hard nipples.

"Yes, yes it's fantastic."

"Get it right on your cunt then," he growled pushing me more firmly against the jet of water. " And get this as well," He added.

So good were the sensations from the water on my naked clit that I hadn't realised that Kevin had lodged the tip of his cock between my lips. When he said that, he pushed forward and it surged right up me, showing me that, despite being flooded, it was no problem getting it in me.

Chapter 3.

We had dinner inn the hotel restaurant. There were supposed to be a few good restaurants not too far away, but we were leaving those for later in the week. 

The service and food were fantastic. It was a lovely room with open doors on two sides so that we could look out over the bay watching the sun set; fabulous. We drank a bottle of white Cretan Chardonnay and a half bottle of Greek Merlot. We left the restaurant holding hands feeling at ease with the world, very affectionate to each other and just ever so slightly pissed for we had both had two G & Ts before dinner. In the bar, we both had Greek brandy and chatted to a few couples.

The mix of nationalities was high. The several German couples were easy to pick out, as were the French and Italian pairs. Naturally, we could tell the British and made guesses on a group of six who we thought were Dutch. There were several other couples in the bar, or whom we had seen in the restaurant, whose nationalities were harder to work out, although they had the more guttural tones of Northern Europeans.

We sat with, chatted to and, as the evening ended, exchanged introductions with several couples. There was Paul and Inga, from Munich, a typical German, slightly overweight, hearty and fun-loving older couple in their fifties, I guessed. Ruten and Alex, from The Hague, a gorgeous looking couple in the late twenties. Lex and Maria also from Holland, both of whom were tall and slim. Then there was Sten and Angetta (pronounced Anyetta) who we had been puzzled about, for we couldn't place their accent. They were from Finland and had that wonderful Nordic blondness. 

Sitting around chatting was a slightly humbling experience for they could all speak as good as perfect English and Kevin and I only had the most rudimentary grasps of German and French. It was also a glamorous experience for all the women were showing the amounts of bare skin that only holidays seems to make acceptable. Short, flimsy, floating skirts that slid up legs or parted and revealed upper thighs, low cut tops dangling away from the bodies as they reached for their drinks, showing ample amounts of bare breasts and the outline of nipples through the thin material. The men were all just wearing trousers and shirts and looked wonderful. It was really was a place for 'beautiful people.'

Chapter 4

I was on the bed, naked, laying on my front. My legs were open, my head was buried in the pillow, and my long, unkempt, chestnut hair was tumbling down my back, across my shoulders and onto the pillow. Kevin was lying between my opened legs, he was also naked. His hands were on the cheeks of my bum, pulling them apart. He licked my thighs; he kissed each cheek and ran his tongue down into that crevice of such musky interest between them. 

I knew what he was going to do. I wanted him to do that, I loved him doing it. Yes, my husband was going to lick my arse. Mmmmmmm.

He was pulling on my hips. I felt his fingers digging into the flesh and swore under my breath that I hadn't started my holiday diet earlier, for there was clearly some 'love handles' there. 

He was urging me upwards. I went with the pressure. Further and further until I was kneeling. My head was still on the pillow, my legs were still open, but even wider. His tongue was slithering up and down the slit in my bum, wetting it, making it tingle and going ever nearer and nearer to the epicentre of that 'forbidden at one time' erotic delight.

I was gripping the sheet, half in anticipation of pleasure to come and half in thanks for what I was already receiving. Then, his tongue found my anus; it found that puckered, darker band of skin that surrounds it. That felt good. I grunted. I wiggled my bum a little. God I so wanted his tongue right there. 

And that is so odd in some ways. I have the most sensitive of bums. He only has to pat me on the cheek or rub me there and I feel excited. When he strokes my bare flesh, I start to feel tingles and when he runs his fingers along the crease, they turn into shudders. Then, when Kevin gets his tongue right onto that hole, I usually feel the stirrings of an orgasm and when he slips the tip into me, I cum. However, I have a terrible fear of things being put up there; vibrators, fingers and cocks alike. So poor Kevin, who really has a big thing for anal shagging, as do many men I believe, misses out. He has had my bum a couple of times and would, I know, like it more often, but I just find it so difficult.

Those familiar feelings were welling up in me as he got the tip of his tongue just inside it. By doing that, he was slightly opening it and sort of licking just inside the rim of my bum, and that is the really sensitive place on a woman, after all we don't have prostates do we? 

That made me cum. It made me cum as much as I do when Kevin fucks me or licks my pussy. And by that, I mean heavily.

Chapter 5.

Over the next few days, a pattern emerged, as they often do on holidays. Kevin and I would wake around nine, shower, sometimes together ending in a shag, but others alone when were sated from the night before. A leisurely breakfast and then to our bungalow for some sun, in the nude of course, we had both become tuned into that. Generally, we avoided any sex.

We would go down to the hotel's beach restaurant for lunch where we would meet the other 'glamorous people' we had got to know that first night. In swimwear, they looked even more alluring and sexy, but perhaps not more glamorous than in their evening 'glad rags'. The girls, in the main, wore skimpy bikinis with a couple wearing thongs. They, actually that should be we, were showing most of our breasts, even sitting around chatting having a drink. A couple of the guys, particularly Paul, wore tiny swimming trunks, showing off a bulge that, relatively, was as large as large as his wife, Inga's, awesome breasts.

By the fourth or fifth day, all of the girls were relaxed enough in the group to sunbathe topless. If that in any way disturbed or excited the guys, they didn't show it, although I was keenly aware that Kevin's eyes were continually wandering, particularly at Inga's huge breasts and at Alex's twenty-something perky tits; she really was gorgeous, but in their ways so was the rest of 'our group.'

We tended to eat dinner just with our partners, although we had agreed to all go out one night to a nearby taverna, just down the coast. After dinner, most of us would meet in the bar for coffee and brandy. All highly civilised. They were nice, sophisticated, well-educated people, just the sort it's a pleasure to meet on holiday. Although we had some things in common, the amount of wealth I guess being the most significant, the hotel was horrendously expensive, there was quite a spread of ages from Alex's twenty two to Paul's fifty two. That didn't stop all of us getting on well, with us becoming closest to Sten and Angetta. They were about our age, also had one child and owned their own business. Like us they had a flat in the city, their's being in Helsinki, ours in the Docklands area of London. We didn't have a country place, but did have a large sprawling house in the suburbs of London, the flat being more of a bolthole for when we had late appointments in town. Both Sten and Angetta and us had a live in au pair.

Kevin has blonde, well had then, it's grey now, fairly long hair, as did Sten, but his was shorter. They were both about the same height and body shape although, clearly, Sten's was in much better shape; he didn't smoke as Kevin did then, he worked out and drunk sparingly, vodka or white wine mainly, just like me, while Kevin did nothing to keep fit and drank like a fish. Both had a quick mind and a strong sense of humour.

To my mind, the most appropriate word to describe Angetta was statuesque. However, if one used that, it would probably be followed, by cool, sophisticated and drop dead sexy, but not necessarily in that order. She had shoulder-length, golden blonde hair that she usually wore half up and half down, with ringlets tumbling onto her slim, nicely tanned shoulders. Her face was probably slightly too austere to be considered classically beautiful, but she was certainly stunning, hellishly attractive and beguiling, I suppose. Her nose was quite pointed and a little on the large size, more like Princess Di than Sofia Lauren and her lips were a little too thin to give her that look of true beauty. Her mouth, though, was quite large, so what her looks lost in fullness of lips they more than made up for with the sexiness of her mouth. I could imagine that some of the guys, particularly Kevin, would at least fleetingly have fantasised about them being clamped firmly round their dick. It was her eyes that were her greatest appeal and made her looks so unforgettable. Sitting neatly on top of her high, angular and very prominent cheekbones were two huge pools of sheer, pale blue, horniness. I am sure that everyone, male or female, who met her gaze, would feel something; I certainly did.

Her body was also good. She was taller than I was, so was probably about five feet eight or nine, and much slimmer; I guessed around 135 to my 148 pounds. There was little spare flesh on her, but her bum did have a generous covering, which gave her one of the sexiest wiggles and walks you could imagine. It was quite something to watch people's, men's and women's heads as she walked past them her bottom slowly, but so clearly undulating from side to side. She was quite some contrast to me. My long, unruly no matter what I did to it, chestnut hair was in stark contrast to Ang's blondeness, my rounded, almost Rubenesque as Kevin called it at times, body was quite the opposite to her statuesque slenderness and my boobs, well! Her breasts, were pert and much fuller when seen in a bikini than they appeared to be in a dress and she had long nipples that looked as they were permanently hard, perhaps they were? But mine, I felt rather ridiculously smugly, would have engulfed them: mmmm quite a nice thought.

Chapter 6

I felt pleasantly half-cut. That degree of drunkenness when you are aware of everything that's going on, but don't have a care in the world. The level where inhibitions have not just been reduced, but thrown out the window. With me, it was also the level where I didn't give a damn and where I liked to be in control, sexually that is.

That was rare for me. I am naturally a compliant woman when it comes to sex, I go with the flow and generally let the guy get on with leading me to the inevitable conclusion, hopefully a bloody great orgasm, or two, or three or, or!!!! I suppose with the right sort of man I would be a natural submissive, but handcuffs, whips, gags, blindfolds and the like would just make me giggle, I think. Still don't knock it unless you've tried it, I always say.

We'd had a good evening with 'our group.' Everyone looked especially glamorous and sexy and there was an ease about the way we now related to each other. But then, as we had all seen all of the girls' bare tits that wasn't that surprising. I really do feel that continentals, especially northern Europeans have a much more grown-up way of relating to sex.

After dinner, we had all met in the bar for the normal brandies and coffee. It was interesting that now we had got to know each other and relaxed how the larger group broke down into smaller ones and how different couplings were formed. I seemed to spend more time with Lex, one of the Dutch guys about my age while Kevin, not unexpectedly seemed to make a beeline for Alex, the busty yet slim twenty-something from the Hague: he always likes them young I smiled. 


Holiday Romances Pt. 01



More and more I thought, though I may have been imagining it, there was a heady atmosphere developing between all of us. We had become so familiar, intimate even, that I felt a degree of eroticism when we sat around on the beach undressed and, even more so, in the bar in our finery. And that got to me, so I was a little relieve when the party started breaking up.

Almost as soon as we were in the bungalow, I moulded myself to him and kissed him very deeply. 

I was wearing an oyster coloured, flowing, voile dress. It was gossamer thin, with a plunging neckline and a slightly flared skirt. Being pretty much backless, with just one strap round my neck that was held together by a Velcro fastening, apart from a little thong, I was naked under the dress. That had made me feel horny all evening.

His hands immediately gripped the cheeks of my bum and pulled my body harder against his. His full erection was pressed into me and I squirmed against its delicious hardness.

"Get your clothes off," I ordered my fingers fumbling with the buttons of his white, Sea Island cotton, shirt

He was quickly naked. In the dim light, or in any light I am sure, he looked fab. Although slightly overweight, he had a good body and a really great cock. It wasn't that long, about an average seven inches when erect, but it's what I have always thought of as being sturdy. In other words, it's thick. And that, as any woman will attest, is far more important than being long; we do like being stretched you know!

"Lay down." I croaked, feeling enormously aroused. Was that due to the intimacy of the evening or seeing the fullness of the cock? I wasn't sure I had the answer to that question, but I knew being fully dressed when he was naked was part of the reason.

"Lay on your back" I ordered, my mind in a whirl, my imagination running wild. 

The naked, male body on the bed looked awesome. But who was it? Was it my husband? Was it Lex or Paul or Sten or one of the other men? I wasn't sure, but I didn't seem to mind or care. I needed a man, no, not a man, a cock. Yes that's what I wanted, a cock, a hard cock, a ready cock, but not a cock to fuck.

I knelt beside the bed. I pulled the Velcro fastening around my neck apart and peeled the thin material away from my breasts. I bared them for the body on the bed. They felt heavy, very heavy and very full. They were warm and my nipples were aching as though at any moment they might burst. 

I leaned forward and ran my fingertips up the length of the gorgeous, hardened flesh. It felt wonderful. Gently, reverently almost, I took it in my hand and pulled it away from the body until it was nearly at right angles. It looked fantastic, but whose cock was it? I suddenly realised that I didn't know, but more importantly, I didn't care. I didn't mind whether it was German, Dutch, French or Finnish, it was a cock, it was in my hand and it was mine. That was all that mattered to me as I knelt beside that bed with the naked, male body on it.

I lifted myself up and leaned over the supine body. My long, thick hair tumbled over his stomach and thighs as I moved my face towards my goal. As it became close to the bulbous, uncircumcised tip of the 'sturdy' cock I could smell his male muskiness. Mmmmmm. It was so hot and hard in my hand. It was so close, so near, so ready for me. I felt the body stir slightly and heard a gasp as I ran my tongue up its length. I licked round the slightly damp glans and pushed the tip of my tongue right against the hole at the tip. I kissed it, tenderly, it was my friend, my mate and my lover. I was going to make love to that cock and it was going to return that to me. We were going to fuck each other.

I licked its length a few more times. It tasted and felt so good. I was holding his balls in my hand sort of rolling them around inside the slightly hairy and wrinkled scrotum. Along with most 'honest' women, I love the feel of balls in my hand; a little bit like the sensation, a man gets from his hand when it is holding a breast, I imagine.

He grunted and ran his hands through my hair, ruffling it and piling it up: I adore my hair being played with during sex. 

Now it was time to move on, time to go further, yes it was time for my mouth to fuck that cock. 

I knelt on the bed facing down his body, my knee against the side of his chest just beneath his breasts. I lifted my skirt up and rested it on my back. My thong covered pussy and bare bum were there for him. My naked breasts hung down from my body, easily available for his hands. That was up to him. If he wanted my pussy, my bum and my tits that was his choice; I didn't mind either way, I had what I wanted right in my hands, and that felt wonderful.

I always think that when a woman takes a man's cock into her mouth she is giving so much of herself to him. She is giving him a precious gift almost, but not quite, as precious as when she gives him her anus. It is so intimate, so personal and, really, so invasive. Albeit by invitation, he is invading her body just as much as he is when he fucks her. After all when she is giving oral sex to him, her mouth becomes a surrogate cunt doesn't it?

I opened my mouth wide, I bobbed down and his cock slid between my lips. I wrapped them round its hardness just as my other lips do when it is in my other place, my real cunt, not this surrogate one.

"Oh fuck yes," he groaned his body bucking a little, as I moved my mouth up and down his glorious shaft. 

It went into my mouth almost to its hilt then out until I just had the glowingly purple glans between my lips. 

In, out, up, down. I found a rhythm. He matched it, we were working in unison.

I ran my spare hand up his body. I caressed him and pinched each nipple quite hard. One of his hands was on my breasts; the other was pushing against the back of my closed thighs. I opened my legs and revelled in his fingers going between them and inside my thong right onto my hot wetness.

My head was bobbing up and down more quickly now, but not too fast, just the sort of pace I like when I am being fucked. I slid my hand down his body running my fingers into the curls of his pubic hairs before wrapping them around his cock again. It's such a shame that it's so bloody difficult giving a really good, hands-free blowjob, isn't it?

I held his balls in the palm of my other hand, the middle, fourth and little finger, pressing and rolling them around. I slid my forefinger down so that I was lightly scratching between his balls and his anus. Another big grunt and jerk.

"I'm near," he groaned considerately. 

I didn't care. I kept going. He got the message and met my every suck with an equally positive thrust. As I was fucking his cock so he was fucking my face and we both then knew exactly how this would end.

"Oh God," he groaned, stopping his thrusting and holding his cock rigid.

I could feel the tremors and the shudders of his cock in my mouth. I held his hand and he held my breast.

Then he exploded. I felt his cock give one big quiver and then his cum poured into my mouth as he gripped my head with both of his hands. I remained like that, as spurt after spurt of his spunk filled my mouth. There seemed to be so much, but then there always does when a man cums in your mouth, there never seems to be anywhere near the same quantity when it's all over your tits.

At last he stopped. I took it out of my mouth and I looked at him. He smiled his thanks and pleasure. I most obviously then put my head back a little and demonstrated to him very clearly what I was doing, swallowing his cum, something I do only very rarely. Even then, I didn't swallow all of it. I held a little in my mouth. I leaned forward and placed my face very close to his. I opened my mouth showing him what was inside. He put his arm round my neck and pulled my open lips against his. Then some of the cum seeped into my husband's mouth.

Chapter 7

It used to be that holidays started and ended on Saturdays and lasted one or two weeks. Nowadays they start and end any day of the week and have no set length. So, after we had been in Crete a few days and just as our group was really bonding, the departure dates for some of them started looming. 

We decided to have a party on the night before three couples were leaving. We chose a taverna in the nearby town, about a twenty-minute cab ride away, and booked a private room where we would eat and then dance, if we wanted. We invited a few other guests, so in the end twenty of us were there. We dressed fairly casually, shorts and tees mainly.

The restaurant manger had pushed a number of tables together to form one large five-sided table. That was nice as we could all sit round it and see and be involved with everybody one.

The mezzos went on and on and the Cretan wine flowed easily. We had this idea of changing partners at the table so every twenty minutes or so each man had to move four places to his left. 

"Cretan wife-swapping," one of the guys called out.

"Giving each girl a constant supply of new partners," another retorted.

"Yes, but you guys couldn't keep up the pace," one of the girls chipped in. 

We all laughed at that, in fact we laughed at lots of things, many of which weren't really funny, but in the excited, slightly hysterical atmosphere we were creating, the simplest remark sounded hilarious. It was just like being slightly pissed or a little high; nice though.

The light, flirtatious banter went on most of the evening. It reflected the broadminded, fairly sophisticated and intimate relationship that had developed amongst all of us. All of the group had become very close. And within the group, little liaisons had built up. However, tonight, with the 'circulating' table they were not so obvious for, as one of the Dutch girls said, "Each woman has a new man every half hour." 

The atmosphere and mood between all of us had been getting heavier, closer, more intense, intimate and personal. This was particularly the case in the last two days, when most of the girls had 'plucked up the courage' to sunbathe topless in front of the others. I guess when women flash their bare tits at guys they are rather encouraging such an atmosphere, aren't they?

And that atmosphere was reaching its peak as we finished the dinner in that taverna. 

I danced with most of the men with Ruten, the young Dutch guy, Lex the Dutch one my age and lovely Sten from Finland being the most frequent partners. Kevin monopolised Ruten's gorgeous young wife Alex.

As it got later, so the live music slowed down. We were now smooching, more than bopping. It was more like a teenager's party than a group approaching middle age. Some couples were sitting in the shadows openly snogging and one or two had slipped outside. Kevin was nowhere to be seen. I was dancing on the spot with Ruten.

"Sorry Mandy," he whispered his hands running up down my back.

"What?"

"This," he replied pressing forward his erection now so obvious against my stomach.

"That's ok," I heard myself saying as I felt his lips on my bare neck.

I ran my hand through his hair as his rested on my bum in the thin, linen shorts. Then, for the first time since I married Kevin, I was kissed seriously by another man. However, of even greater significance, was that I kissed him back, very seriously indeed. We didn't go outside or into the shadows, but stayed on the dimly lit part of the room that we had made our dance floor. There was only one other couple dancing, Sten and a French woman Ami. They were kissing too. We were very close to them and, presumably because we all had our eyes closed, we bumped into them. Ruten put his arm out around Ami's shoulders and pulled them towards us. We danced as a foursome for a while, simply swaying on the spot. Both the Dutch and Finish hands roamed up and down my back as mine rested on their pert bums. Whether by purpose or not, I don't know, but occasionally as we slowly gyrated and swayed Ami would bump into me. As we both had our arms round our partners, our breasts were 'undefended' and stuck out, so it was there that we touched. Each time it was only a brief brushing against each other, but each time we both looked up and caught each other's gaze. I saw more in hers than shock.

As the music changed we broke back into couples, but this time I was with Sten. He pulled me very close as others joined us on the floor. My breasts were deliciously squashed against his chest, my tummy was being stimulated by his bulge, which although clearly not yet erect, did give some interesting stirrings. We also kissed.

I could hardly believe it. Ten years of supreme faithfulness, well nearly, and now I had open-mouthed, tongue probingly kissed two men inside an hour.

Whether it was good fortune or not, I'm not sure, but the restaurant started to close. It was past one, which was the scheduled finishing time. 

Gradually everybody, including Kevin, assembled outside the taverna and the owner called five taxis. Again, I don't know how it happened, but we didn't pair up with our partners, but just climbed in the cabs with whoever was closest. In my case, it was Paul, the big German guy and Ami's partner Bernard who I sat between in the back of the car. Angetta was in the front with the driver. I had danced with both of them during the evening and had enjoyed being held particularly by Paul for he was a fabulous dancer. 

Again, I felt like a teenager. Sitting cramped up in the back of car, two guys hips and legs pressed firmly against mine took me back many years. It was snug, intimate and personal, but not pervy or sleazy. We were all great mates, we had sophisticated tastes and outlooks, or so we kidded ourselves and we were like one, big, happy, extended family. Almost, but not quite, our motto could have been 'what's yours is mine' or even 'share and share alike.'

Therefore, it didn't really seem very strange when Paul pressed his knee more firmly against mine or when Bernard leaned forward and ran his fingers through Angetta's hair. I half expected (and hoped?) much more.

We all piled out of the cars at the hotel. I had no idea what to expect. I was tense with expectation, I think we all were. I think we were all anticipating something, but what? Possibly the last thing we were anticipating or wanting, but maybe the best thing overall was what happened. The hotel had gone to bed. Everything was quiet and everything was shut. That sobered us up and we all slipped off to our own rooms with our own partners.

Chapter 8

It was our last but one night. There were only the Finns and us left from the group so we had dinner with Sten and Angetta. They were leaving early, 4.30 the next morning. After an early dinner we went to the bar had a drink then decided to go for a walk along the beach. 

We got talking, deeply. Mainly about the group, for both us and them never usually made friends on holidays, so why had it happened we discussed at some length. We gradually moved onto the party night. Kevin and I hadn't discussed what had happened or what both of us may have got up to.

"It was an amazing evening," Sten said.

"The atmosphere was incredible," Ang added.

"It was so fucking decadent it was fantastic," Kevin joined in.

I kept quiet.

"I have no idea how it went like that," Sten said.

"What everyone swapping around?"

"Yes."

"Nearly everyone seemed to," Angetta said quietly.

"Oh I think everyone got up to something, don't you Mands?" My annoying husband asked, putting me right on the spot.

"I guess so," I replied flashing a quick glance at Sten. He stared back smiling and said quietly.

"In sport they have a saying, what happens on tour stays on tour, have you heard it?"

Kevin laughed, "Yes sure."

"I think some things are best unsaid," Angetta suggested, adding. "That is the Finnish way."

Sten chimed in. "It has to be with our mixed nude saunas and the like."

"You really do have them?" Kevin asked.

"Yes of course in most towns and all bigger cities."

"Do you go there?" Kevin asked.

Both of them said yes at the same time and then laughed. Angetta added.

"That's why some things are better left unsaid." 

"Like what goes on in the saunas?" Kevin asked.

"Well that yes, but more what goes on after the saunas." Sten told us.

"So do most people use them?" I found myself asking.

"Yes pretty much, we do and all our friends do." Ang said.

"And do you see them there?"

"Our friends? Certainly, of course."

"Naked?"

"Yes, sure."

"Bloody hell," Kevin said. "So you could see a girl at a dinner party then the next day sit in a sauna with her naked?"

"Yes, or someone you work with, or a neighbour, anyone."

"And is it just that?" he asked.

"What just seeing them naked?" Angetta asked him.

"Yes, or do other things happen?"

"I don't think they used to back in our parents days, but our generation is far more open, liberated and, I suppose, more sexually aware and curious, so yes other things do happen." Sten said quite casually.

"What like affairs?" Kevin asked.

"Yes sort of." 

"How do you mean sort of, you can't have a sort of affair can you?" Kevin persisted.

"It's different in our Scandinavia," Angetta said.

"What's different?" I asked.

"Our attitude towards sex." She replied. "We are not so stiff about it."

"How do you mean?" Kevin asked.

"We are back to the some things are better left unsaid I think," Sten said.

"No Sten, it's ok." Ang said putting her hand on her husband's arm.

"In Scandinavia, affairs or sexual liaisons are looked on as being perfectly normal and acceptable." She explained. "Many people have very open marriages and lots often take friendship further than say, for instance, you might in the UK."

"What you mean, swinging?" Kevin asked.

They both laughed. Angetta went on.

"Yes that's what you call it in Britain and the US, but that implies short-term and rather contrived relationships. Some couples in our country have very long-term, quite deep relationships with other couples. I think we believe that the partner you marry or live with is really just a lottery, it could easily have been one of many others."

"And if there is someone else who you could as easily build a great relationship with, why should you be denied the sexual side of that?" Sten said. "As long as, it's all done above board and each party buys into it." He went on.

"So Kevin," Angetta said. "Our extra-marital relationships are not affairs; they are extending our primary relationship to include secondary ones as well. We do not have sex with others lightly; it has to have a meaning."

Her words, particularly, were buzzing round my head as we said goodbye to them, back at the hotel.

Sten's, parting words to us were.

"As you have both become very special friends to us, why not visit us, soon."

Chapter 9.

It was our last night. We ate out, just the two of us. I think both of us had had too much rich food so a 'steak frites' with a bottle of roughish Cretan red wine in a passable French bistro was perfect. We ate early and were back at the hotel by nine. 

The bar was almost deserted. I felt a little sad as I looked at the place where we had so much enjoyment with the amazing group we had met; a group that would probably never assemble again, although we had talked about all coming back to the hotel the following year. Unlikely I thought.

"Coffee and brandy?" Kevin asked.

"It doesn't seem the same with the rest of them gone does it?"

"No, not a bit, shall we go and have a shag instead?" He asked grabbing my bum.

"God you have such a way with words," I laughed back. "But yes, let's."

We'd had a lot of sex during the ten days we'd been there; I think we'd had it at least once a day for ten days and that's not a bad record for 'an old married couple' like us. I was half expecting that now that the excitement of having the others around had gone, we would not have sex. But of course, we did.




Holiday Romances Pt. 01



As we were undressing and Kevin was pouring us both the tot of brandy we have in bed, he said.

"So do you reckon Ang and Sten are swingers?"

"It's more than that I think," I said undoing my bra and dropping it in the already packed suitcase.

"What do you mean?"

"Well as they said, there's a totally different attitude towards both partner sharing, as Angetta told me it's called in Finland, and sex in general."

"So?"

"Well it's almost a way of life."

"Sounds pretty damn good to me," he said, passing me my brandy. "You know I have always wanted to see you with another guy."

Naked, I smiled at him. "You mean so that you can shag his wife."

"Well that too I suppose, but wouldn't you like to see me doing that?"

"I'm not sure," I said walking past him, running my hands over his chest as I made my way to the bathroom. "I'm going to have a shower."

I thought about that in the shower. I had never given the idea of seeing Kevin with another woman a thought; it just wasn't something that was on my radar or agenda. He had often told me how much he would like to see me with another guy, or girl come to that, he would add, for I had told him that I had messed around with girls at uni, just a little bit. As I lathered my body, so my thoughts focused on the idea of of having sex with another man in front of my husband and of seeing him with another woman. And as they did, it was the girls and guys we had met and spent time with this week that my imagination put us both with. And as it did that, so I felt that pleasant tingle of arousal creeping through me.

I came back into the bedroom and Kevin was laying on the bed watching tennis on the TV. 

"Why don't you have a shower?" I asked. We were both a bit fastidious, I suppose, about showering and cleanliness, our obsessive, compulsive personality syndromes, I guess.

He realised that was shorthand for me wanting him to fuck me.

I felt very close to him. I was sure at that time that I was in love with my husband and that this holiday had helped us mend some ways between us. It had, though, also given certainly me, and I think him as well, a different perspective on married life in general and sex in particular. The hours talking to our group of new friends, especially Angetta and Sten, had done that. It had without doubt made me think a lot and deeply, particularly about the huge part sex has to play in a modern relationship.

I heard him in the shower, he was singing, a poor rendition of Nessum Dorma. He had no idea of the Italian lyrics, but that never hindered Kevin, he just made them up.

I don't know what made me think of it or, what made me decide what I was going to do. It was just pure instinct, woman's intuition I suppose. But I wanted to do it. I sort of felt I owed it to Kevin no, not owed, that wasn't quite the right emotion, more, I wanted to share it with him. However, I wasn't too sure just how he would react and, to be truthful I was a little scared, but, unusually for me, my determination won through and I decided I would go through with it. I made the few preparations that were necessary and then waited for my husband to emerge from the bathroom. I knew he would be nude and most probably semi, or fully hard.

A few moments later, I heard the door open and the bedroom, which I had darkened, was lit up from the bright light from the bathroom.

"Oh fuck me Mands," I heard him say as he walked across the room to the large, king-sized bed. "Oh fucking hell, you horny bitch," he went on as I felt his weight on the bed. "That is amazing," he continued as he ran the back of his fingers across the swell of my bottom and picked up the bottle of body lotion that I had rested on my back. "You really mean it darling?" he asked hoarsely as he kissed each of my cheeks in turn.

I didn't reply. There was no need for, as they say, actions speak louder than words. 

I slowly opened my legs. Reaching across the bed, I pulled one of the thick pillows under my tummy, thus lifting my bum in the air. It was as clear a message as was possible what I wanted. It was a very evident action about what I would like to happen next. I could not have given my husband a clearer invitation that I wanted him to fuck me up my arse, could I?

*

Read how we do that and lots of other things on our next holiday romance, which will be postred soon.



Holiday Romances Pt. 02



This is a two-part story. If you have not read Part 1, I would strongly urge you to do so, although this probably does stand on its own two feet.

In the tale, I do not interrupt the considerable sexual action to fiddle around with condoms; just take it that I do believe in safe sex.

It's a long story, nearly 20,000 words, maybe it's too long. I did think of breaking it down, but feel that it hangs together ok, so I have left. Remember you don't have to eat the elephant in one go, you can eat a bit, save it and then come back to for another meal.

Read and enjoy, I hope.

Amanda

*

Chapter 1

The feel of the cool cream between the cheeks of my bum was lovely. The sensations I got as Kevin smoothed it between them was wonderful. It was not just the feel of that and his fingers on me, but also the anticipation, the expectancy of what we were about to do. It was such a buzz. It was like a ceremony, as my husband prepared me, his wife, for the giving of my 'ultimate sexual gift' to him, my anus.

"You are sure aren't you luv?" He asked, lightly running his fingertips across my, almost, quivering cheeks that I knew were showing loads of goose bumps.

"Yes darling. You want to don't you?" I grunted from where my face was buried in the crisp, beautifully smooth cotton sheets.

"You know I do Mandy. You know how much I want to and how much I love it."

I couldn't help myself, there are times when I so love, almost badly need, to hear dirty talk.

"Love what Kevin?" I asked slightly wiggling my bum at him as he spread the cool cream deeply into the crevice, his fingers softly rubbing round and round the puckered brown skin surrounding my anus.

"Huh?"

"What is it you love?" I persisted.

"Oh right, you dirty cow," he said giving my bum a playful slap. Fucking your arse, that's what I love."

"Mmmmmm, mmmmmm," I sighed again wiggling my bum at him. "And is that what you are going to do Kev?"

"Yes. I'm going to fuck your arse until I make you cum."

Chapter 2

"You reckon we'll ever go and see them?" Kevin asked me the next morning.

"What Angetta and Sten?"

"Yes it was an open invite wasn't it?"

"I guess it was," I said, turning onto my side and slipping my hand under the bedclothes.

"Mmmm," he sighed as my fingers found his penis.

"Yes the invitation was about as open as their marriage seems to be wasn't it?" I said softly as my body started reacting to the feel of my husband growing in my hand. 

That is such a marvellous feeling for a woman. Feeling your lover hardening in your hand is only rivalled by feeling him do that in your mouth. In part, it's simply the buzz of sexual arousal, but also it's the compliment he's paying you, the power you have and the realisation of just how attractive and stimulating he finds you.

Kevin kissed me and took my breast in my hand.

"You're perky for a morning," he said lightly, his hips finding the same rhythm as my hand. "If that's what anal sex does to you my girl, you had better watch out for your bum all the time!" He went on reaching round me and stroking my bottom. 

With his dick now nearly hard and held loosely in my hand, I grunted back.

"Don't get carried away, buster."

"Why was it no good?" He asked.

"Let's just leave it shall we?" I mumbled, running the tip of my tongue up his length. He tasted good.

I didn't want to talk about last night. I was very confused with my thinking on the topic of anal sex, and what I got from it. It wasn't the morality, for I had never thought the legal prohibition made much sense, it was more whether women did it for their man or themselves. Or was I confused? I mean I adore my bum being played with, I love a tongue or fingers in that crease and on that skin round my hole and I even like a finger slightly inside. I get loads of sensations and lots of pleasure from that to the extent that Kevin has made me cum several times from merely licking my arse.

It is when he penetrates me with his dick that I have the problems. Firstly, I'm scared that he will stretch me too much, a little like a baby can when being born! Secondly, it's the lack of sensation up there, I mean we don't have a prostate to arouse as just men and dogs do. Do we?

Nevertheless, the pleasure the man receives, which I feel seems disproportionate to the sensations he gains, nearly makes it worthwhile. They really do seem to look on it as the ultimate gift their partner can give.

Kevin was like that last night.

When he realised what I was offering he was just like a kid, bubbling with enthusiasm, but then he hadn't had my bum for over a year; others maybe, but not mine!

He was so gentle, caring and careful easing the lotion into my bottom, particularly my brown anal ring. And by Christ was that good, I could have cum just from that. 

He made sure I was as relaxed as I could be and that 'down there' I was as softened up as it was possible to be. He caressed the lotion into me so that as the ring was softened and loosened, so his fingers easily and almost, as if with a mind of their own, slipped in and out of me.

"Are you ready, darling?" He asked after kissing each cheek then my mouth.

"Yes Kevin, I am," I whispered back, feeling apprehensive and rather scared. "Be gentle won't you?"

"Of course I will, I always am."

"What are you doing?" I asked as I felt him move away.

I looked up and he was sitting on the bed, his back against the headboard. 

"I read that this is the best way," he said by way of explanation signalling me to sit on his lap.

Previously we had done it doggy and on our sides, him behind me. This was different and it crossed my mind as to who might have taught him.

"No darling, you face away from me," he explained as he turned and let his legs dangle over the side of the bed. "Sit on my lap. No not with your legs over the side, sit so that you are side on to me. Now bend your knees a little," he explained as his arms went round me. He lifted me and I helped by pushing with one arm and one leg. I felt the tip of his cock slide along my lips and wished he would plunge into me there, but of course, he didn't, after all, he was on a promise wasn't he; and the biggest promise I could give?

He cupped one of my breasts and kissed me deeply on my mouth as he wiggled my body so that he was between my cheeks.

"Lift up a bit" He whispered wiggling his hand beneath my bottom. He pulled his dick up straight and placed the head of it right against my hole that was not open though. Now for the fun and games I thought as I felt him pushing.

"Relax, let your body go," he murmured gripping my tit.

I somehow managed to do that as, at the same time I let myself slip downwards.

He went in much quicker than I had expected or when he had been there before. That was good for that tearing, ripping feeling as your sphincter muscle is forced to work in the opposite direction to normal, was finished very quickly.

"Ok?" he asked.

"Yes, yes fine," I mumbled realising that I was sitting on my husband's lap with his cock buried deep in my arse.

Kevin saying. "Lay back Mandy," brought me back to the present.

"No, I'm too sore for that," I replied truthfully, for my bum felt as though it had a lighted candle up it.

And that's why Kevin got my greatest gift one night and my second in the morning when his spunk flowed into my mouth and poured own my throat.

Chapter 3

It was the last night of a quite amazing holiday when my husband and I had anal sex together. We had been in Crete for ten days and had met up with a multi-national group of 'beautiful people.' Their ages ranged from one couple in their early twenties to another in their fifties, with most being like Kevin and me in our mid to late thirties and early forties. 

We had spent much of our time with them, both during the day and most evenings. What had been amazing was how well we got to know each other so quickly and how easily we all got on. In some ways, what was even more amazing was that not more happened between any of us, or so it seemed, than the slightly drunken kissing and groping that went on at a party we held at a local taverna near the end of our time together.

The holiday had also been a great success for Kevin and me. We had been together for ten years, married for eight and we had a daughter aged four. And yes, the relationship was jaded. The spark had gone. Sex was not as it used to be and I was pretty sure, but never pushed to know for certain, that he dabbled on the side, now and then. That was the backdrop to the 'second honeymoon' we had planned for Crete. And that is exactly how it turned out in many ways; a perfect holiday romance.

We had our own bungalow in the grounds with a private pool. That was lovely. It was also a marvellous way of us reconnecting sexually for Kevin fucked me in that pool on the first on several more days.

Just why we were so sexually active on the holiday I was never quite sure, but I had some theories. However, now, back in London we reverted to our more normal ration: a couple of almost quickies during the busy week and a rather longer, but still not that adventurous session, usually on a Friday night. 

In Crete though, we had sex every day. In fact, on most days, we had it more than once and on one day, we had it three times. We had sex in the pool and beside the pool. I sucked him until he came in my mouth and he gave me several orgasms by simply, what an understatement, licking my bum. We were abandoned and adventurous and it seemed to me to be the perfect end to give my husband my bum on our last night.

It was a couple of evenings before that when our group of 'beautiful people had our party, a sort of farewell do, for some were leaving the next day.

After a boozy meal it had all became a little raucous. I suppose most, or probably all, of us gave in a little to the pent-up sexual tension that had built up during our time together. Kevin simply vanished outside somewhere with a large breasted Dutch girl and several other couples were nowhere to be seen. Those of us, six or seven other couples stayed in the taverna, which was closed for the evening, and danced, well more, as time went on, swayed on the spot. 

It was during that, couple of hours, time I expect that I did a number of things I hadn't done since being married. Like letting a man kiss me full on the lips, like kissing him back and exchanging tongues with him, like staying pressed tightly against a guy who had a very evident erection, like squirming myself against that, like letting a guy stroke and squeeze my bum and like letting another one caress my tits.

If the hotel had not have been in darkness when we got back at around 1.30 am, I fear for what would have gone on! The odd thing was that I was a little upset that it was shut.

On our last night there was only one other couple left from 'our gang.' They were a Finnish couple, Angetta and Sten, with whom we had probably been the most friendly. We had eaten with them, had a couple of drinks then walked along the beach. They had told us about life in Finland and particularly about their nationality's attitude towards sex. It was much freer than ours. It included mixed, nude saunas, open marriages and, effectively partner sharing, The way they described it in the moonlight of that Cretan beach was not at all sordid or, come to that, at all come on. They were not propositioning us and they made no really suggestive remarks, hints of invitations for the future maybe, but nothing like, "Why don't we get it on tonight?" A tiny party of me thought that was somewhat of a pity for it had been Sten's erection I had squirmed against the night before.

Kevin's and my relationship returned to its norm in the weeks after returning from Crete. That was both sexually and with our general relationship. He was out a lot with business, entertaining clients, or so he said, although I did then, as I had pre Crete, suspected he had 'bits on the side.'

I kept in touch by e-mail with some of the girls from 'the gang', particularly Angetta, Sten's wife. She and I had had several deeply meaningful conversations, as we had lain topless on the beach. We had talked about love and relationships and, of course partners and men in general. What she said fascinated me. Her outlook, which she promised me was extremely typical of the Finns, was so different to mine and the Brit way of looking at things.

It started from the base point that monogamy was as unnecessary as it was unlikely amongst most couples.

"So Mandy," she had said her deep blue eyes captivating me as she looked into mine. "Once couples embrace that idea then they can have a sexually liberated life-style."

She went on at some length, certainly strongly encouraged by me, for I was genuinely very interested. 

She explained that she was happy to share Sten. "That way he always comes back," she smiled adding. "But of course that's on the proviso that he shares me as well." I asked her about how she felt about having other men and again she smiled as she replied. "It stops me wondering, it gives me a sanity-check on Sten and it's great fun, so I love it."

She explained that not all friendly couples became lovers, but many did. Sometimes, she told me. "Just for an evening, but sometimes for years. We have been lovers with our closest friends for, oh must be ten years now."

She told me that sex was looked on as something to be enjoyed and was not necessarily an aspect of love. "Good sex is possible without love and love is possible without great sex," she said.

Chapter 4

The drive to Gatwick was, as usual, awful. The traffic was snarled up at the QE2 Bridge at Dartford and at the road works, which seem to have gone on for ever, just the other side. It was almost as bad at the junction with , where the M25 bears left and I nearly always go straight on, and at the slip road off the M23. We arrived at the North Terminal feeling drained and rather tetchy with each other. It was, of course, 'all my fault,' for it had been me that had said no to travelling over the night before and spending the night in the Hilton or Copthorne hotel.

"See, now if we'd have come over last night we would have avoided all this," Kevin had said several times.

"For Christ's sake leave it, can't you?" I had snarled back. The lovely mood that had prevailed between us on the holiday romance we'd had in Crete had certainly vanished.

Luckily, the valet parking worked well and we were soon strolling across the terminal to the SAS Business Class check in. It was a nice luxury to have the use of their private lounge as we waited for the flight to Helsinki.

My e-mails and occasional phone calls with Angetta had continued building the relationship between us. We had discussed the Finnish outlook on life and their approach and attitudes towards sex in more detail. Quite frankly, the idea of such a sexually liberated way of living, not only excited and intrigued, but also really interested me, both sexually and intellectually.

I became so enthusiastic about what she told me that I even discussed it with Kevin. Now, my ex-husband as he now is, has a quick, alert and astute mind, but, not wishing to sound too arrogant, he isn't intellectually inclined. He thinks in straight lines and only really puts his mind to things of substantial interest to him. So, when I gushed on a bit about things Angetta had told me, his reaction was conditioned more by his dick that his brain.

Nevertheless, as we discussed our Finnish friends, we both became more agitated in our own ways.

"So if we go out and they want to wife swap?" He asked rather chauvinistically. "Would you?"

I tried explaining that what Ang was talking about was far more than wife swapping and it was more about a completely different view on sex in particular and life in general. His response, though, interesting, slightly amusing and completely typical of him, did little to encourage me that he was grasping the concept of a life-style freed from sexual stereotyping.

"So that means I could see you fucking another bloke, could I?"

There was no satisfactory answer to that, so I ignored it.

Sten and Angetta met us at the airport. It was as if we were meeting old friends rather than a couple we had met on holiday and had spent only a few days together. Kisses and hugs all round, lots of smiles and touching of arms and shoulders, it was nice and they both looked great.

Each of them is tall and slim and, in keeping with most of their compatriots, have blonde hair. Sten had had his cropped quite severely since Crete, but unlike on most English guys, it didn't make him look threatening, more academic, I thought. Angetta, as usual, looked a million dollars.

To my mind, the most appropriate word to describe her is statuesque. However, if one used that, it would probably be followed, by cool, sophisticated and drop dead sexy, but not necessarily in that order. Her face is probably slightly too austere to be considered classically beautiful, but she certainly is stunning, hellishly attractive and beguiling, I suppose. Her nose is quite pointed and a little on the large size, more like Princess Di or Sofia Lauren and her lips were a little too thin to give her that look of true beauty. Her mouth, though, is quite large, a little like Carly Simons'. However, what her looks lose from the lack of fullness of her lips, is more than made up for with the sexiness of her mouth. I could imagine that men, particularly Kevin, would at least fleetingly have fantasised about them being clamped firmly round their dick. 

It's her eyes, though, that are her greatest appeal and make her looks so unforgettable. Sitting neatly on top of her high, angular and very prominent cheekbones are two huge pools of sheer, pale blue, horniness. I am sure that everyone, male or female, who meets her gaze, feels something; I certainly did and from the look on Kevin's face whenever he saw her, he did as well, and it wasn't hard to work out what he felt!

Her body is also good. She's taller than me, probably about five feet eight or nine, and much slimmer; I guessed around 130 to my 140 pounds. There's little spare flesh on her, but her bum has a generous covering, which gives her one of the sexiest wiggles and walks you could imagine. It was quite something in Crete to watch people's, men's and women's, heads as she walked past them her bottom slowly, but so clearly undulating from side to side. That looked fantastic in any clothing, but in one her tiny bikini bottoms it was indescribable. She's quite some contrast to me. My long, unruly no matter what I do to it, chestnut hair is in stark contrast to Ang's blondeness, my rounded, almost Rubenesque as Kevin calls it, body is quite the opposite to her statuesque slenderness and my boobs, well! Her breasts were pert and fuller when seen in a bikini, or even out of one come to that, than they appeared to be in a dress and she had long nipples that looked as if they were permanently hard, perhaps they were? However, my boobs, I felt rather ridiculously smugly, would have engulfed them: mmmm quite a nice thought.

We were soon out of the extremely modern, amazingly clean and ultra modern Vantua airport; it really did put Gatwick to shame, and were buzzing down a motorway in their Merc. 

"It's only fifteen kilometres to town," Sten explained.

Everywhere looked so smart, modern and up-to-date; I was falling in love with Finland already.

"That's the top hotel in town," Angetta explained pointing out the Hotel Kamp, "And we live just round the back of it.

They showed us to our room in the apartment in what was clearly a very smart area of Helsinki. 

"Would you like a rest or a bath or shower or anything after your journey?" Ang asked.

"No we're fine," I replied looking around the minimalist room. 




Holiday Romances Pt. 02



"Well unpack, then we'll have some tea and talk about what we have planned. OK?"

Chapter 5

It was almost unbelievable. It wasn't simply the fact that we were at spa where many people were naked; it was more the atmosphere that prevailed. That was in the pool, the steam rooms, showers and, of course, the Finnish saunas.

The previous evening we had gone to a lovely restaurant near to where Sten and Ang lived and had walked home in the chill of the early October night; there had already been snow a few miles up country in the Great Lakes area where they had their cabin. Over dinner, they had explained their suggested itinerary for us. 

Tonight and tomorrow we were to stay in Helsinki and then go to their cabin in the small town of Lahti, a couple of hours hour drive north through the Great Lakes. We'd spend three nights there and then back to town for the weekend before flying home on the following Monday; it sounded great.

"So tomorrow, Kevin," Sten was saying as I chatted to Angetta about fashion over strong black coffee after the delicious all fish meal. "We go to the sauna?"

"What just us?" I heard my husband asking, sounding very keen.

Sten laughed. "No the girls as well."

Back at their apartment, I think both Kevin and I were on tenterhooks. I hadn't discussed anything about sex with Angetta and certainly I hadn't asked any questions about partner swapping; after all she had mentioned several times that many friends never went down that path, yet that topic seemed to me to be hanging over us all the time. Obviously, the mention of the visit to the sauna had heightened the sexual tension, certainly with the British contingent and especially when Kevin asked whether it was a nude sauna.

"That's up to you Kevin; if you want to be naked that's fine, but equally if you wish to wear shorts that'll be fine as well."

"Will many go naked?" Kevin persisted.

"Yes probably, about fifty/fifty at least, probably more."

I was looking at both of them and at Angetta as Kevin ploughed on. "What about you Sten?"

"I usually don't wear anything, but if you want to wear shorts I will too." He paused, before looking straight at me and adding. "And of course Mandy if you are uncomfortable with me naked, then I will wear them whatever."

"Fuck," I thought, "That's certainly some way to be put on the spot. Angetta saved me.

"Look we don't have to decide anything here and now. We will go to the spa and decide then, Mandy. Just relax about it, it's no big deal."

We all kissed goodnight. Nothing heavier or sexier than simple pecks on the cheeks. As Kevin and I went to our room, the sexual tension dropped a bit for it seemed as if nothing would happen tonight, perhaps not any night I thought.

"So will you be like that at the spa?" Kevin asked as I bent forward and slipped my panties off to stand in front of him naked.

"I don't know, will you?" I responded looking at my husband's nudity.

"I might, but I'm not sure I'll be able to control myself."

I looked at him and saw that there was already some action down there.

"Hmmm, well if you can't now looking at me, I'm sure you'll be hopeless with Angetta as well."

"Fucking hell," he said as his cock reared itself upwards until it was horizontal to the ground.

"And what about you, how would you feel with Sten leering at your tits?"

"It wouldn't just be him would it, there's bound to be others there."

"Shit yes, I hadn't thought of that," he said moving forward and taking me in his arms.

We kissed for a while as he became fully erect. He pushed me onto the bed and turned the lights out. 

"Lay on your front," he said pushing me. "Open your legs."

I was already wet, the evening's atmosphere, despite nothing happening assured that. It was easy for him, therefore, to slide into me. Quickly we were fucking.

"Good?" He asked.

"Yes," I grunted, pushing myself back against him. He was deeply in me so the sensations were very strong surprisingly quickly.

"You like being had like this, from behind?" He asked wiggling his hand under my chest so he could get to my tits; I lifted myself a little to help him, well me as well for they were aching to be caressed, pinched squeezed and rubbed.

"You know I do."

"So what do want me to do?"

"Fuck me, fuck me hard," I replied falling into the little game of dirty talk we sometimes played.

"Is it me you want to fuck you?"

"Huh?" I grunted not understanding what he meant.

"Who's fucking you Mandy?"

"You are, you are Kevin."

"It's not me Mandy, this isn't Kevin."

"Who is it then?"

"Who would you like it to be?"

I got what he meant.

"And who are you fucking Kevin?"

"You know that Mandy?"

"Me?"

"No, I'm not fucking you," he growled one of his hands squeezing my right breast, the other sliding down the front of my body and finding my clit.

"Then who are you fucking?"

"I'm fucking Angetta, Mandy, so who is this fucking you?"

"You're Sten aren't you, it's him fucking me?" I replied as he thrust himself very hard into me.

"If that's what you want, Mandy then yes, yes I am Sten."

"So are you watching us?"

"Yes, of course I am. I am watching Sten fuck you, just as you are watching me fuck Angetta.

We had touched on the subject before of watching each other having sex. Never this deeply or explicitly though and certainly we had never named names before.

Looking at Sten at breakfast the next morning, almost made me blush for I had never been with a guy so soon after fantasising about having sex with him. I wasn't sure whether I was more ashamed or pleased by the fact that because I was thinking about being shagged by him as my husband fucked me, my orgasm seemed all the heavier

In the changing rooms, Angetta had asked outright. "Naked or not Mandy?"

Although theoretically I was up for it and despite being quite comfortable topless on beaches, I was hesitant.

"I don't know, I really don't"

"Well if you don't know then don't go naked. Wear your swimsuit and then if you wish to, take it off later. I often do that."

We went into the cubicles next to each other and stored our clothes in the locker provided. Angetta was already out of her cubicle when I emerged. She was wearing a stunning, one-piece, white suit with a narrow strap, which went round her neck and was tied at the back. It was cut very high at the thighs, making me immediately think that she might well shave down there, and it was tight and almost see-through across her breasts; there was just the slightest hint of darkness of her nipples. She looked fabulous. I couldn't help thinking to myself that she was obviously going all or nothing about the nudity, whereas I was hedging my bets. I was wearing a straightforward black bikini, with thin shoulder straps. The cups were cut acutely across my boobs so that my nipples were, just about, hidden. The material then plunged down between each boob to create a deep cleavage. I liked the feel of Angetta's eyes staring at me. I also liked hearing her say.

"You look lovely Amanda."

"Thanks Angetta," I said a little thickly. "So do you."

I smiled when we saw Sten and Kevin, for they had also both opted for the safe option as Angetta and I had.

As we had walked from the changing rooms to the pool, I had seen several naked guys and women. We sat on chairs in a small cafe alongside the pool and watched as the, mainly naked, swimmers went up and down the pool. On the chairs and loungers round the pool there was again about an even split between swimsuits and nudity, with probably a third of the women just topless. That made me feel better, for I was clearly not the only 'shy' one.

However, the overall most surprising and unbelievable aspect of the entire situation was the almost total absence of any sense of sexual arousal or even sexual interest. The mood was almost antiseptic and sterile. Was this the Finnish sophistication about sex, I wondered? Little did I know, though, that things were all about to change?

"Ok Amanda?" Sten asked as we sipped our tea.

"Yes, fine," I replied catching his eye as it roamed over my body, sending a little shudder through me. Was I beginning to fancy him, a little too much, I questioned myself?

"I think I'll have a swim," Kevin said, standing up. I noticed that there was a slight bulge in his shorts; he clearly hadn't found the atmosphere as clinical as I had. 

I watched him slip into the pool and start doing his lengths. That's when I noticed a gorgeous young girl just ahead of him. She stopped at the other end of the pool and stood up. She looked to be young, early twenties I guessed, and she had her wet, blonde, of course, hair down so that it was all straggly and tumbled down onto her shoulders; a very sexy look I always think. It was her breasts, though, that caught my eye and what I was sure had attracted my husband into the pool, for he wasn't that keen a swimmer. As he reached the end where she was standing, he stood up as well. I could see clearly that Kevin was staring at her chest, but then, in some ways I didn't feel I could blame him for it really was awesome. She must have been at least DD, but they looked to be so firm, almost pert, that they stood out from her chest seeming to defy gravity. Quickly they were chatting away. Why wasn't angry I wondered as my glance, once more, was held by Sten.

"I'll be right back," Angetta said, standing up and resting her hand on my shoulder. "I'm just going to see Micha and Kat," she told Sten.

"Sure," he replied.

"So Mandy, alone at last," he said leaning forward.

I didn't know either, what he meant or, how I should respond.

"Yes," I said sipping the last of my tea from the glass cup.

"I have thought a lot about that dance we had together in Crete," he announced. It was so out of the blue that I was tongue-tied.

"Oh, really."

"Yes of course," he went on.

Although, I too had thought a lot about that evening in the taverna, I was a little fuzzy with my recall of what actually happened. I knew that I had been kissed by a couple or three of the men and that I had kissed them back. I knew that I had felt two different erections pressed against my stomach and I knew that at least one guy, probably two, had caressed my breasts and bum. What I didn't know, for I couldn't quite remember, was who had done what and just what had happened between Sten and me.

"It was wonderful Amanda," he went on. "It was so beautifully unexpected, welcomed of course, and exciting, but not what I, or Angetta was anticipating."

"Angetta? What do you mean?" I blurted out, without thinking.

"Well, her and Kevin."

"What about them?" I asked, now intrigued and a little concerned.

"Haven't you and he talked about it?" He went on worryingly.

"No. No we haven't, what's there to talk about?" I somewhat naively asked.

"Well nothing really."

"What do you mean, nothing really?" I said sharply.

"I can see that I am worrying you Mandy, am I?"

"Er, well yes, sort of you are."

"Don't be. Kevin and Ang, did no more than you and I, and all we did was kiss and er touch each other, didn't we?"

The memory of his erection pressing into my stomach, of our mouths grinding together and, perhaps it was, his hand on my breasts, flooded my mind. I felt myself becoming aroused. I was, though, slightly surprised and a little hurt that Kevin and Ang had been up to something that evening; I had assumed he was probably shagging the young Dutch bird. I did think that Angetta, particularly, would have mentioned something, but then of course I hadn't said anything to her about Sten and my tongue had been right down his throat, so carried away was I.

Kevin returned just as I was about to ask more of what Ang had told Sten, He was looking a little flushed and I didn't know whether that was due to his exertions from swimming or from ogling the big titted bird who was walking round the pool her glorious bare beasts swaying and jiggling in what must have been an erection inducing manner for most men, but then these were Finns, I thought. 

My chat with Sten, looking at the girl's tits and seeing my husband's interest in her was certainly having a swelling affect on the part of a woman that hardens with arousal. And I saw Sten looking at my breasts, a slight, almost quizzical smile on his face.

"Ah here comes our missing partner, our hostess," Sten said as I looked at Kevin, wondering just what he had been saying to the young woman. He smiled and nodded at my boobs for he too must have clearly sent their hardness.

I turned to look for Ang and saw a group of men and women walking towards us. They all seemed to be slim and blonde, they all seemed to be in their mid or late thirties, they all seemed to be attractive and laughing, but most intriguingly, they all seemed to be naked, including Angetta. My guess earlier when looking at her in the one-piece swimsuit was correct, her pubic area was totally bald as, indeed were several other women and men, perhaps a Finnish habit I thought?

Angetta came and stood by Sten and looked at both of us. She rested her elbow on his shoulder and leaned on him crossing one ankle over the other. She was totally relaxed as indeed, were all of the group of, I guess, five or six guys and women. I had never seen so much nudity, particularly male at the same time. I have to admit I couldn't stop taking furtive, I hoped, glances at, especially the men. Two of them were particularly well endowed with thick long, dicks. I had never really been interested in size, but then I had never been with anyone that was more than slightly above average. In these circumstances, though, where I was: already slightly aroused; unexpectedly surrounded by a number of good looking, naked men; standing close to several attractive, completely nude women with gorgeously slim figures; being stared at by my beautiful, bare friend Angetta, who seemed to be flaunting her bald pubis at me and where my husband was probably going crazy inside, size did seem to matter. I felt as though I was being hypnotised by what I was seeing and experiencing and I found it difficult being introduced to the group. They had been drinking, and one of the men poured vodkas for Kevin and I. 

"Prost and schnell," they said loudly encouraging us to down the shots in one. We did.

With some of the group standing, others sitting on chairs or laying on loungers we all chatted. They seemed very interested in the UK and asked us loads of questions about life there. As more vodka and schnapps was drunk, so there was more laughter and the topic turned slightly. As a group, they began to take the mickey out of the reserved Brits and our attitude towards sex. It wasn't nasty, but it was pointed and I could understand their view when one of them, a full breasted, rather chubby, but pretty darker haired woman said.

"It even extends to not being comfortable with nudity doesn't it?"

As she said it, she quite pointedly stared at my bikini and Kevin's shorts.

"Alright, leave our friends alone," Sten called out. "Let them make their own minds up," he went on.

I smiled my thanks at him and could have kicked Kevin when, as is his wont, he took their bait.

"We're not uncomfortable or scared of being nude, are we Mands?"

"Leave it Kevin," Angetta said. "They were just being perverse, that's very Finnish, now stop it Karlina."

"Sorry," the chubby girl said. "Vodka talking," to which most of them laughed. Someone added. "And yes Karl, it does a lot of talking for you doesn't it?"

She waved her hand at them staggering a bit as she stood up and moved a little closer to me. She then added in a much quieter voice. "But more the pity Amanda," as she ran her gaze up and down my body. That was just about as blatant a lesbian or bi pick up remark as I had ever heard.

"Oh for fuck's sake Mandy," Kevin was saying in a slightly slurred voice. "Come on." 

I looked over at him and he was undoing the tie on his shorts. Momentarily, I was mortified, but then I saw Sten and Angetta nodding encouragingly as many of the others discretely averted their gazes. Suddenly I felt brave, my inhibitions had been 'vodka and Karlinad' away. It seemed the natural thing to do. I reached behind me, unclipped the bra and slipped that off quickly.

Karlina was standing next to me and I heard a low. "Mmmmmmm."

As Kevin slid his shorts off, I did the same with my panties. We were both naked and both showed some signs of arousal. My earlier examinations of both the men and women told me, though, that we wouldn't be out of sync with that. Thankfully, Kevin didn't have a full erection, just a slight stiffy, as did a few of the other guys, but my nipples along with most of the other women's were hard and full.

Where the Finnish sexual sophistication came into its own was with their reaction to Kevin's and my nakedness. There wasn't any. No remarks, no staring, nothing. To them it was of course perfectly natural.

I sat down in a low chair and had another vodka, to which, this time I added some water and sipped slowly. Angetta came and perched her elegant bottom on the arm of my chair.

"Well done Amanda," she said touching the back of my wrist.

The group starting breaking up as some went for a swim and others decided to go home. They called up cabs on their mobiles explaining that there was zero tolerance on drinking and driving in Finland, any alcohol at all in the past twenty-four hours and you'd had it.

"How about some sauna?" Sten asked coming over and standing in front of us. I saw that he was naked and it surprised me that I hadn't noticed it before. Maybe I was developing that Finnish sophistication about nudity!

Sten and Kevin followed Angetta and me as she led the way out of the pool. As we went into a fairly narrow corridor, she said.

"Excuse me Amanda, if I go first, I'll show you the way."

I had forgotten just what a gorgeous bum and marvellous wiggle she had. I remembered being in Crete watching her walk, perhaps, round the pool in her bikini or in the restaurant in tight trousers or a slinky dress, thinking that the movement of her hips made for the sexiest walk I had ever seen. Looking at others also looking at her, confirmed that, for both men and women seemed to have their eyes glued to the slowly undulating twin mounds of soft, yielding flesh. Now, with those merely a few feet in front of me, naked, they seemed to be beckoning to me. Angetta's bum made me feel slightly hot and flustered, something that had not happened with a woman for ages.

We walked through another chamber that had various types of shower and small plunge pools and into a long, dark corridor with a series of wooden doors.

"These are the private saunas," Sten explained moving past Ang and me and opening a door. As he did, so he slid a sign across. It had read 'liberer' but now showed 'occupieder.'

"How do you mean private?" Kevin inevitably asked.

"A couple or a small group can book them their private use." Sten explained. "We have booked it for us for a couple of hours. Ok?"

"Yes great," we replied, laughing, which in my case was slightly nervously.

It was quite small inside the sauna, which I noticed had a lock that Stem pushed across. It could probably have seated eight at a push, so four was comfortable, but without using the upper bench, we were seated closely together. Sten sat on my left and Ang on my right and Kevin alongside her to her right. Sten's knee and outer thigh was continually pressed against mine and my other leg occasionally brushed against Angetta. I couldn't see where she and my husband were touching, but I was pretty sure he would be making the best of the opportunity.

As we soaked up the dry heat, we chatted about our first experience of a Finnish spa and sauna and about their friends. That discussion together with the closeness of the four naked bodies created what was the most intimate atmosphere I had ever experienced with more than one other person. Sure the three or four threesomes I had with Sharon and Carl when I was younger were pretty intimate, but nowhere near as strongly as this, although back then, I knew full well I was about to be made love to by a man and a woman. Now, I may have had my suspicions, hopes even, but I didn't know for sure.




Holiday Romances Pt. 02



Ever since we had arrived there had been an underlying sexual expectation. Neither Angetta nor Sten, however, had said or done anything specific to suggest that they wanted us to be any more than just friends, so I just didn't know what to expect.

Sten added to the underlying expectation and the confusion.

"So now you see that the famous Finnish saunas are not the dens of inequity the British press sometimes portrays."

"Not so sure about that," Kevin chipped in.

"How do you mean?" Angetta asked turning towards my husband and resting her hand on his knee.

"Well all your naked friends and us sitting here like this."

"But that's all it is Kevin," she went on. "It's only nudity."

I could hear the sort of leering smile in my husband's voice as he replied.

"And very nice nudity if I may say so."

"Yes you may," Angetta said. "And thank you from both Amanda and me," she went on.

We all laughed.

We drank some more vodka, had a shower, put more water on the coals and chatted. When the sexual expectation that Kevin's and my conditioning was removed from the equation it really was simply a pleasant way to spend the afternoon.

Chapter 6

"We thought we would eat in this evening, if you're happy with that?" Angetta said when we got back to the apartment. Of course, we agreed.

"What would you like to eat?"

"Er, how do you mean, what do you have?" Kevin asked.

Angetta laughed. "Sorry Kevin, I didn't explain. The apartment is more like a hotel really and has a central kitchen. They will cook pretty much whatever you want and deliver it to us, even serve it if we like."

"Oh I see, that's cool."

Kevin and I at their recommendation went for moose steaks for, as Sten said, "It has pretty much no fat so unlike some red meats it isn't bad for you." They both chose fish, none of us were bothered about starters or dessert so Angetta said. "I can rustle up some cheese and biscuits if we get peckish later."

They ordered the food and told us it would be about forty minutes. None of us felt inclined or, indeed needed, to shower for we had had several at the spa and at, Ang's suggestion I had taken a change of panties with me. We were all casually dressed. The guys were both wearing jeans and button up shirts. Angetta was wearing a smart tracky suit in a nice shade of pink and I had on slightly hipster, beige coloured, stretchy gym pants with an elasticised waist and a modern, button up, blue, quite chunky wool cardigan. She and I had slipped our shoes off, the warm under floor heating being too hard to resist.

Dinner arrived, dead on time and we sat in an alcove of the living room at a glass-topped table with pale wooden legs. The lounge was dimly lit and the alcove only had candles. One side of the dining area was all glass, which provided stunning views out over the river and of central Helsinki in the distance. I sat opposite Kevin with Sten on my left and Angetta on my right. The floor to ceiling windows were behind her. There was some some lovely classical music, Sibelius I think, oozing out of the sleek Bang and Olufsen. The food was delicious, they were so right about moose meat and the crisp, surprisingly dry German wine flowed easily.

We talked about the trip to the Finnish Lake District that we would take the next day. Their description of their cabin, the town it was in and the surrounding countryside was graphic and made it all sound wonderful.

"So," Sten said, sounding slightly slurred I thought, but then I guess we had all had enough to drink with the earlier vodka and the wine with dinner. "I hope you are enjoying Finland.

"Very much," Kevin replied for both of us.

"And you are adapting well to our way of life aren't you?" Angetta said, smiling broadly at both of us.

"How do you mean?" I asked.

"Well perch yesterday, moose today and the sauna." She replied.

"Oh I see, yes, I guess we are."

"And it's very nice," Kevin added.

"Have you found it difficult?" She asked.

"What the food?" I replied.

"Excuse me Ang," Sten said. "I think you got your English tenses a little mixed up."

"Did I? How? I do sometimes."

"Yes dear, I think you meant did you find it difficult, not have you."

She laughed. "Did, have what's it matter?"

"Not much, darling," Sten replied they are both past tense.

"So," Angetta went on showing the first touch of slight anger at Sten since we had met them. "Did you found, sorry, find it difficult taking your clothes off in front of us and our friends?"

Kevin was smiling broadly. "No not at all, I quite enjoyed it."

Leaning forward towards him, Angetta replied with another broad smile.

"Yes I did notice."

"Woops did it show?" Kevin quipped back looking firstly at me then right into her eyes.

"Just a little, Kevin, don't worry," Angetta said softly her gaze fixed on my husband's. I was feeling a little jealous. That soon disappeared, though.

"And you Mandy?" Sten asked looking into my eyes. "How did you feel?"

"I felt ok."

"Yes, but we would like to hear more wouldn't we Angetta?"

"Yes Mandy, tell us what you felt when you took your swim suit off." Ang asked.

"Er, I'm not sure," I mumbled taking a rather too large gulp of wine.

"Excited, happy, embarrassed, free, relaxed, tense, come on what? That's part of understanding the Finnish way and assimilating into our life-style." Sten told me.

Kevin chipped in. "I was all of those things and more. In fact, and I never thought I would feel or say it, felt sort of liberated, as if it was natural to be naked."

They both smiled and Angetta said quietly. "Well it is natural isn't it?"

"You see you British find it very hard to get your heads round our attitudes and approach to nudity," Sten said. "It's partly being a naturalist; Finland has more per head of population than anywhere."

"Well all Scandinavia has," Angetta, chipped in.

"We enjoy our bodies, they really are our temples. That's why we look after them in what we eat and drink and why there are so few obese Scandinavians. But it's not quite like the naturism that's practised in the UK, you know nudist camps and beaches like that."

"What the sandals and beards with no clothes on playing ping pong and stuff like that?" Kevin said laughing.

"Exactly, we like to believe that we are slightly more sophisticated," Angetta offered.and positively do mix the love of being naked with sex, whereas your naturists avoid that and believe in it being just good, clean fun."

Angetta laughed and said rather lecherously, but nevertheless, interestingly. "And we believe it's good, dirty fun."

We all laughed. Sten continued.

"We do think it's natural to be naked and we feel that the way we do it combines being sexually liberated with satisfying both our natural voyeur and exhibitionistic tendencies."

"You think we are all both?" Kevin asked.

"Yes to one extent or the other we believe that both men and women in Finland like to look and like being looked at, I know I do," Angetta said, standing up.

I watched fascinated as with the backdrop of the lit up buildings of downtown Helsinki, Angetta slid the zip of her tracky top down.

"As we said," Sten said also standing up. "We think it is natural being naked, both in public places, such as the sauna, outdoors and in our own homes." He started to undo the buttons on his shirt as Angetta slipped her top off and and hung it on the back of her chair. She hadn't felt the need to bother with a bra; perhaps this was planned, I wondered?

They both looked at us as Sten said. "And we think it is perfectly natural being naked when we are with special friends."

"And that is how we look at both of you," Angetta said, adding. "So if you are comfortable with us feeling that, would you like to join us in being naked together?"

As odd as it may seem, what they had just said, given the context and what we had experienced at the spa earlier, did not seem at all outrageous; in fact, it seemed, almost, perfectly normal. I thought to myself. "Perhaps all over Finland married women in their late thirties were, right at this very moment undressing in front of their 'special friends' just as Angetta was with us."

Kevin surprised me by immediately standing up and nodding at me to follow suit. He said.

"Yes Sten, yes Angetta I am comfortable and pleased that you see us as special friends." He paused looking at me. "Don't we Mandy?"

"Yes, yes we do Kevin," I replied joining the other three standing round the table. I almost giggled when I thought. "It's a bit like a séance, maybe we should join hands and try to levitate?"

"And yes," Kevin was continuing. "We will join you in being naked," he paused, before adding with a smile. "I hope you will forgive me, however, if I display my interest and excitement in a rather obvious manner."

They both smiled and Angetta said. 

"Of course, Kevin, that would be our pleasure," as Kevin quickly undid the buttons on his thick, yellow shirt and whipped it off just as Sten had done a moment before.

In the darkened room, with the candles flickering shadows and the backdrop of Helsinki's lights, Angetta's half-naked body looked even more alluring, erotic and downright sexy than it had in Crete or naked this morning in the sauna. She looked magnificent. She made undressing round that dining table seem like the most natural and relaxed thing in the world.

That said, my fingers were shaking and I found it difficult undoing the four brass buttons on the cardigan, I had left the top and bottom ones undone when I had put it on. It was a fairly baggy style, but short, so that between the hem of the dark blue wool of the cardigan and the waist of the gym pants, there was a stylish and modern, stretch of bare skin, which still had its tan from Crete. That patch rapidly enlarged, though as my fumbling fingers fiddled the four buttons undone. 

Underneath, I was wearing a black, extremely, delicate and hugely expensive, AP bra. Edged with a fine lace, the cups were made from a gossamer thin net. It had vertical stripes of a less dense, net that made it look, at first glance, as if it was black and white stripes. It wasn't, for the paler bits were totally see-through and the denser areas partially so. Hence, on second glance or closer inspection, it would be seen that the cups were diaphanous and my fairly large nipples were clearly evident. Tonight, due to the dim light, though, that was not so much by seeing through the material, but more by witnessing what they were doing to it. Looking down I could see the indentations were large.

With Sten and Kevin having discarded their shirts and Angetta bare above the waist, but with me wearing my bra, I guess it wasn't a surprise when Kevin said. 

"Feel a little overdressed Mands?"

They all looked at me. I was centre stage, in the spotlight and being gazed at. My husband and my 'special friends,' my Scandinavian friends stared at me as I slowly reached behind my back. It was then that I appreciated what Sten had been talking about when he said we all had both exhibitionistic and voyeuristic tendencies in us. As I unclipped my bra and peeled the fine material away from my breasts, I felt a surge of sensations, unlike any I had experienced before. It was a little crazy for I couldn't understand my emotions. My friends had seen my bare tits nearly every day when we were in Crete and even this morning they had seen me naked at the spa. So why the hell was there such a buzz as I stood around their dining table undressing? Maybe it was that unique combination of tendencies Sten had touched upon when discussing exhibitionism and voyeurism? 

"You look lovely," Angetta murmured.

"Thanks," I said watching as we all started on our trousers.

The men undid their belts and slid their zips down whilst Ang and I simply slipped our hands inside our waistbands ready to slide our panties off. She was wearing a pair of pale blue, lacy shorts, which fitted very snugly across her rather prominent, but which I knew to be bald, pubic mound. I felt my heart start beating more quickly as Angetta, staring straight at me, slid those panties down her long, slim legs and as elegantly as can be, stepped out of them. I glanced at the two men, seeing them, rather clumsily, removing their trousers, but felt my gaze being dragged back to Angetta. She was standing statuesquely with the backdrop of Helsinki behind her leaning on the back of her chair. Looking at me, she smiled as I slid the thong that matched my bra down my legs.

"Wow, ladies," I heard Sten saying. That dragged me out of the trance I had drifted into.

"And wow gents as well," Ang replied as it dawned on me that we were all naked.

"Ok Mandy, Kevin?" Sten asked.

"Absolutely," Kevin replied staring unashamedly at Angetta's shaved pubic mound.

"Yes, fine Sten," I added, my gaze, not unnaturally, I suppose, being drawn to his thick cock, he wasn't at all hard, whereas I could see some movement in my husband's.

Angetta, as casually as anyone could be, picked up the bottle of red wine and slowly walked round the table pouring small amounts into each of our glasses. All three pairs of eyes followed her assured, almost majestic, I thought, movement.

"A toast," she said lifting her glass. We all looked at her as she went on. "To our holiday and to the time that us special friends will spend together. To us." She took a sip of wine and we all followed, muttering the toast.

After that, It was quite amazing. 

I had no idea whether stripping off was the prelude to sharing partners, having an orgy or what. I equally had no idea how I would respond to either of those 'opportunities,' although I suspected that I knew what Kevin's response would be. 

Neither of those things happened. Instead, naked as the days we were born, we cleared the table, stacked the dishwasher and tidied everything up, before settling down in front of the TV to watch some English soap that I hated.

Although I knew that our bedroom was some way from theirs and that the apartment was quite soundproof, being extremely well insulated, I had to bite the pillow as my cunt seemed to explode with sensations as the cock surged up me. Of course, physically it was my husband's, but emotionally and in my mind, it was Sten who was fucking me. 

I think the hour or so we sat together watching TV in the nude, had built up a sexual tension in both Kevin and me of a level that was unusual, well at least in our marriage. We hardly had got into our room before I was in his arms and our mouths were greedily attached, with our lips squirming and tongues plunging. Our hands were all over the other's body and I had that exquisite feeling of his cock growing in my hand, before he forced it hard against my mound and tummy. He was pulling my cheeks apart with his hands and sliding his fingers along the crease of bum, between my legs and all round my soaked lips. He pushed me onto the bed, me still holding his fully-grown cock and went to suck me.

"No Kevin, no."

"What?"

"I don't think I could stand that, I just need to be fucked, please."

Chapter 7.

I dozed quite a bit on the long drive up to the Great Lakes region. I was tired, for Kevin and I had been at it for a couple of hours and we hadn't got to sleep until one and we left the apartment at seven; five hours sleep is nowhere near enough for me these days.

Kevin sat in the front with Sten, Ang and me in the back of the big Mercedes.

"The first couple of hours are a little tedious, but then when we get to the southern end of the eastern Lake District, the views are spectacular."

As I dozed, my thoughts went back to the previous evening. Naked as we all were, Sten had been sitting on a low chair, with me lying out on a beanbag. My back was against the side of his chair, my head was just inches from his bare knee. Angetta and Kevin shared a settee just to one side of us. From time to time my head would touch Sten's leg and a couple of times I thought he stroked my hair. Glancing over I saw that the other two were sitting very close, their outer legs and arms maybe even touching. I was sure something was going to happen.

Last night, after Kevin and I had had sex we had talked.

"What do you think you'll do Mands?" he had asked, his arm round me his fingers trailing across the top of my breasts.

"How do you mean?"

"Well they say we are their special friends, and with others like that they sometimes have sex. What if they ask us?"

"I really don't know," I lied, for twice now I had imagined it was Sten fucking me when it was my husband. It was still some leap, though, to let another man actually shag me with my husband there. "What do you think?" I asked rather unnecessarily for I knew full well that Kevin would want to have sex with Angetta and watch me being fucked, preferably by both of them.

"You know me Mands, randy sod."

"So you want her do you?"

"Well in the way they speak about sharing friends yes."

"So," I said slowly running my fingernails into the tighter curls of his lower pubic hairs. "If they hadn't told us that you wouldn't want to screw Agnetta?" I asked.

"Don't let's play that game," he said pinching my nipple and adding. "Time for sleep now."

So, I guess I was up for it, but I was hellishly nervous, both at letting another man have me and at the prospect of seeing my husband shag another woman. I had always believed that sharing partners was the thin end of the wedge and was the start of the downward spiral of a relationship. As I felt Sten stroke my long, wavy chestnut hair a little shiver of, what, I wondered ran through me.

"Ah well," he said. "Early start tomorrow."

Once again, the incredibly intimate and highly erotic atmosphere went nowhere and led to nothing apart from me having sex with my husband. Was that a disappointment? In truth, I really think it probably was.

The cabin was part of a small complex a few miles outside Antolla on Lake Saimaa. It was quite isolated and set in the panoramic splendour of mountains, lake, fir trees and amazing vistas. There were ten or so log cabins set in a semi-circle right alongside the lake. Inside the cabin at the front looking towards the lake there was a fair sized room making up the lounge, kitchen and dining area. At the back and either side there were three modest sized bedrooms, each though had their own shower room and toilet. Our room was to the right of the lounge, theirs was the other side and the other one, which we didn't see into was on the back. Everywhere was nicely furnished in the modern, almost stark, minimalist style we had become used to in Finland. Naturally, each cabin had its own sauna.

"What most people do," Sten explained "Was stay in the sauna for a while, put their own loyly on it, oh that's the salts and smelly stuff, and then when they got too warm go out and take a quick dip in the lake."

"Naked?" Kevin asked.

"Usually yes," Sten replied. He added laughing. "Don't worry that lake soon gets rid of any excitement, its freezing. "And over there," he went on pointing to another log cabin with no windows "There's a communal sauna, that we all own."

We had stopped at a store just before reaching the complex and Agnetta had stocked up on food for the weekend. "We eat in or at friends when we are here, usually, it's not too well served by restaurants, it's far too isolated," she explained.

We had a light lunch and then, wearing boots and jackets they had provided, we had a treck up the mountain, through the woods and back down to a tiny café on the shore of the lake where we had the most delicious hot chocolate with a touch of Kirsch. Mmmm lovely.

Walking the mile or so back to the cabin, Angetta explained that we would barbecue some reindeer steaks for dinner. The barbecue was in a small roofed, but open area off the kitchen. Sten did the cooking, while Kevin looked on sipping some wine and Ang and I set the table. It was delicious.




Holiday Romances Pt. 02



"So, perhaps a sauna?" Sten asked after we had all finished.

It was nowhere near as difficult to strip off in front of them this time. I actually felt quite at ease following Sten into the sauna, which was surprisingly large. I sat beside him on one side and Ang and Kevin next to each other opposite us. The hot, dry heat soon opened my pores and I was quickly perspiring, hoiping against hope that was making me lose weight. I could feel little rivulets of perspiration running down between my breasts, over my waist and onto the swell of my tummy before vanishing into my neat patch of trimmed, dark brown pubic hairs. I looked at the others and saw that they were all perspiring, although it was affecting Kevin and me more than them, familiarity I guess.

"The lake?" Sten said his glance sweeping up and down my body. That made me tingle, I felt my body coming alive.

"Yes, I think," I replied.

"There may be others around Mandy; will you be ok with that?" He asked.

I smiled at him, thanking him for his consideration.

"I think so, I'm getting used to it now."

"You see Amanda," Agnetta said. "You are becoming Scandinavian already."

"What about me?" Kevin asked.

Agnetta pointedly looked down his body at his half-erect penis. She smiled.

"With you Kevin, induction to the Finnish way of life and thinking may take a little longer."

We all laughed as we piled out of the cabin and ran across the grass to the lake. It was just getting dark, but there were some floodlights that lit up the water to ten or so metres into the lake.

My body is not made for running in the nude. My tits jiggle and fly all over the place and any distance much more than the thirty or so metres I had to run to the lake, really is uncomfortable. Although I was, indeed, becoming much more comfortable being naked in public, I did feel embarrassed to see several couples on the shore or in the lake. The embarrassment was more due to my wobbling, bouncy tits, I think, than the fact of my body being on show.

"Steady Amanda," Sten said jogging alongside me. 

Ang and Kevin were some way behind us. 'Maybe he had tried to get his half-erection down before exposing himself, I thought?' But then thinking again, I thought. 'If he was alone with the gorgeous, naked Agnetta for any time, he would be unlikely to lose, but more likely to gain a hard-on.'

"Yes, let's slow down."

"It is quite some show?" He went on as I looked around and saw several men looking at me. 

"Bloody things," I said as we slowed to a walk as we reached the edge of the lake. "They can be such a nuisance, at times."

"Maybe," he said moving very close to me as we stopped at the waters edge. "But Amanda they are absolutely beautiful as is every part of you."

I thought, for a moment he was going to take me in his arms and kiss me. Was that me thinking, or hoping? I wondered as Sten said.

"We must get in quickly before the effect of the sauna wears off. Come on."

He took my hand in his. That felt nice, God I was starting to so fancy this man, something I had little experience of since I had started going with Kevin, some ten years ago. Not only had I kept my body for him, my mind was equally pure.

I saw Kevin and Angetta also entering the lake a few metres down from us and, as I had guessed, his dick was still showing signs of a half-erection

It was very cold in the lake, which got deep very quickly. The water was quickly up to my waste and covering Sten's 'equipment.' The sensation of the stingingly cold water on my sauna-heated skin produced a lovely feeling, half way between pleasure and pain; a little like being spanked, I guessed, although I had never had that pleasure. 

The water took my breath away and I was panting immediately. Sten was still holding my hand, just under the water, he seemed to be holding it tighter and we stood very close facing each other. The coldness not only affected my breathing and made my body come out in goose bumps, but it also had the most startling influence on my nipples. They are always sensitive and when I am aroused, they grow considerably. But rarely had they exploded quite as they did now. They seemed to just grow and grow and get harder and harder. When the feelings from this amazing nipple erection combined with the mixture of pleasure and pain from the cold water, I felt so extraordinarily turned on that I, almost, wanted Sten to shag me there and then in the water; just as Kevin had done in Crete, when we had first met our special friends from Finland.

As Sten said. "Come on let's go, that's enough," I saw that his eyes were focused right on my nipple display. He smiled as he said softly. "I never knew I could have such an affect, just holding a girl's hand."

I smiled back. "Well you live and learn don't you?" 

As he led me by the hand from the lake, " I looked over to my husband and his wife, wondering if Kevin was experiencing anything like I was. The way he was staring at Angetta and the closeness of their bodies made me think he probably was.

Chapter 8

We walked, rather than ran, back to the cabin. Sten was still holding my hand I realised, as we went into the lounge and not the sauna. 

"Did you enjoy that Amanda?"

I wasn't quite sure what he was referring to, but in any case said. "Yes," just as Agnetta and Kevin came in. They were also holding hands. I saw that the cold of the lake hadn't had a lasting effect on my husband, for yet again, his cock was at half-mast. Sten also saw that.

"It doesn't always work Kevin," he smiled.

"It did, but not for long," Kevin replied. "It's being naked in front of your friends I think."

"Gee thanks," Agnetta said striking up a jokingly provocative pose with her hand on her hip. "And to think I was so arrogant to think it was me."

I smiled and looked at her. Her strikingly long nipples were as aroused as mine.

"I'm sure it's both," I said quietly, still enjoying my hand being held by Sten.

"So Sten?" Agnetta said to her husband "Is it our friends that have done that to you?"

We all looked at him at the same time. I was amazed, surprised, but surprisingly pleased to see his erection starting.

"No darling, I am used to that he said," squeezing my hand.

"But not used to holding hands with someone as beautiful and sexy as Amanda," she retorted, looking me right in the eyes.

"Well you of course darling, but Amanda and Kevin are now special friends of ours aren't they?" He said squeezing my hand and looking from his wife, to me and then to my husband."

"Yes Sten, we have our new 'special friends' don't we?" Agnetta said moving very close to Kevin and slipping her arm round his waist.

"Are you Kevin?" She asked, turning and pressing her body against his side, her pert breasts squashing against his arm.

Kevin, unusually, looked perplexed and seemed tongue-tied. That surprised me as he did by looking at me. He raised his eyebrows at me at just about the same time as Sten slid his arm round my waist, his hand pointing downwards so that his fingers brushed my bottom just where it swelled out from my lower waist. He softly caressed me and said quietly.

"Well Amanda are you?"

It was clearly down to me. The ball was in my court. It was my decision, my choice. It was up to me whether I agreed in front of my husband to let another man have sex with me as my husband had sex with his wife. In the end, of course, there was no choice; it was a no brainer, a done deal.

As I felt Sten's fingers pressing more firmly into the slight excess of flesh on my hip, pulling my other hip tightly against his, I simply whimpered.

"Yes."

Then, I was in his arms. Then we were kissing, Then Agnetta and Kevin were doing the same.

As if by a pre-arranged signal, Sten was fully erect. His fairly long, beautifully hard, nicely warm and welcomingly thick cock moulded itself into the softness my tummy. He was squirming it against me from my pubic bone, up the middle of my stomach nearly to my naval. And I know that without thinking, I was squirming back at it. 

We kissed surprisingly deeply and passionately. Our mouths were wide open, our lips were squelching and both tongues were searching inside the other's mouth. I felt uninhibited, free and amazingly up for having sex with him and letting my husband do the same with Agnetta. 

I was sure that Kevin was experiencing similar thoughts and emotions. I opened my eyes and looked at them. They were in almost an identical position to us; eyes closed, grinding their bodies together and kissing deeply. Kevin's hands were gripping Angetta's gorgeous ass, his fingers digging into the softness of each cheek. The sight gave me surges of even more arousal. 

'Shit, I get turned on looking at my husband kissing another woman,' I thought to myself, wondering just what sexually liberating or confusing experiences were affecting me.

We kissed for some time. Nobody spoke. It was as if we were getting used to each other or, continuing what we had started in Crete and what had been bubbling under the surface since we had arrived in Finland. Whatever that was it was certainly breaking through the surface now.

I was running my hands up and down his back and neck, squirming my body against him and squashing my breasts against his firm, so welcoming chest. Sten was ruffling my long hair, rubbing his hands up and down my back and squeezing and pinching the cheeks of my bottom, just as I knew Kevin was doing to Angetta's beautiful bum. 

I had to look at them again. My body jerked with a rush of sexual buzz when I saw that Angetta had her hand between them and was holding and, presumably, stroking Kevin's cock. It was quite some sight, but then so was seeing my husband caressing her breasts. 

Sten broke our kiss at last. He whispered. "Are you ok with this Mandy?"

I now had little hesitation. "Yes Sten I am." 

And, I realised, I really was comfortable. Comfortable with my nudity, with being held tightly against the naked, erect Finn, with seeing my husband and Sten's sexy and attractive wife in each other's arms and with what this must surely lead to.

Sten called out to Agnetta.

"Ang, I think it is time Amanda and Kevin saw the other bedroom, don't you?"

"Yes darling," Angetta replied breaking away from my husband, but leaving her arm draped round his shoulder as his was still around her slim shoulders.

It clicked what they meant as Sten took my hand and led me towards the rear of the house. The third bedroom that Kevin and I hadn't seen. He opened the door and stood to one side for me to enter first, ever polite, these Finns! As Kevin and I walked in ahead of our hosts, Sten said, smiling. "This is our love room."

"Wow," Kevin said. I said nothing but felt wow.

The room ran the length of the rear of the cabin making it eight or nine metres wide and four or so deep. A huge bed, easily the largest I had ever seen, dominated it. In keeping with the Scandinavian style, it was low, the top being no more than a foot from the heavily carpeted floor. In one corner of the room there was a round hot tub bubbling away. It looked as if it could seat six. Alongside that was the obligatory sauna. The other side of the room featured a wet room with three showerheads, all enormous. That could easily accommodate six, probably more. Looking around I wondered how many 'special friends' they had!

"Very nice" Kevin said. "And what a bed?"

Sten's arm was down my back, his hand was on my hip. I was slightly leaning against him. His fingers caressed my hip. I felt his lips on my ear. I bent my head towards him and, looking down I saw my unruly, chestnut locks tumbling onto his chest. It was hard to hear what he said at first, so I pulled my hair away. Then I got it.

"Come to bed with me Mandy, I want to make love to you. May I?"

The pee or get off the pot, sixty-four thousand dollar question had been asked at last. I looked across at my husband and Agnetta. They were kissing again. They provided my answer. I simply said.

"Yes."

It was as if there was an unsaid signal, for just as Sten eased me back onto the bed, so Angetta was moving backwards pulling Kevin with her. I was on my back beside her, a few feet away. We glanced at each other. Her body was so slim, her tummy as flat as a board. I held my breath drawing mine in as Sten climbed on to the bed and knelt beside me. His full erection was standing up dead straight forcing its way almost to his naval. He looked gorgeous. Sten lay beside me and pulled me onto my side, my tits dangled a bit making wish I had smaller, perter ones like Angetta's. My back was towards her. She was in Kevin's arms and they were kissing deeply and quite noisily; there were hands roaming all over the other's body.

Sten and I kissed again and once more, I had that lovely feeling as his sturdy, it was thicker than Kevin's, cock pressed against my pubic bone and sank into the softness of my tummy. We squirmed our bodies together as the intensity of our kiss told me that the time was nigh. Sten's urgent grasping of my breasts, his pinching and pulling of my nipples and his gripping of the cheeks of my bum told me that there would be little foreplay. My body told me that was right. That could come later, there was plenty of time. Now was the time for consummating our 'special friends' relationship, for doing what had been implied for so long. Yes now was the time for both couples to have a quick, urgent fuck.

Why, I don't know. How could I? Maybe it just happened, possibly it was sheer coincidence or, perhaps, that's how first time fucks in such situations happen. On the other hand it could be that Sten and Angetta manipulated it so that she and I were on our backs and being fucked by the other's husband in an old-fashioned missionary position: an oldie but a goodie, I always think.

Sten rolled me onto my back just as Angetta turned onto hers. Although there was acres of space on the big bed, plenty enough for at least four couples, we were close together, just a metre or so apart. 

Sten laid on top of me, one hand finding, my breasts, the other going round my back and pushing downward clearly headed for my bum, just like Kevin; men, they are so predictable! 

I glanced at the others. Kevin was between her opened legs - I knew he wouldn't like that - he was kissing her breasts and pulling on her long nipples. He shuffled his body a little, his bum going up in the air a bit, just as Sten pushed himself down so that his cock slid from my stomach to between my legs. I felt the bulbous tip pressing against my soaked lips. They naturally opened in preparation for his penetration. The head of his cock nestled tantalisingly between them.

I heard Angetta grunt and guessed that Kevin had entered her. When I looked across and saw the unmistakable expression of a woman being fucked on her face, I was no longer guessing that he was up her. Despite the fact that I had Sten's cock wedged between the lips of my open, available and welcoming pussy, it came as somewhat of a jolt to realise that my husband was about to shag another woman, something I had often suspected, but of course never witnessed, until now. 

When I heard him whisper, "Close your legs, legs," I knew for certain that he was deep inside her.

Kevin has this thing about tight pussies, probably why later in our marriage, or even at that time, he had such a penchant for young twenty something women. He found that by me closing my legs and, sometimes even, crossing them, I became tight and simulated, I suppose, the cunts of the young birds he consistently, so I found out later, took to bed or had in the back of his car.

Sten had no such hang ups. My legs were encouragingly wide open as he slid effortlessly into me his mouth glued to mine. We kissed and sucked each other's lips as he started moving in and out, pausing only to reach down beneath my upper legs. He pulled on them signalling to me to raise my knees. I gladly did. I bent my lower legs, wrapped them round him and crossed my ankles. It's such a wonderful sensation to have sex like that. 

It was the first time anyone other than Kevin had been in me for over ten years. A decade since I had been shagged by another man, almost a third of my life. I had forgotten what I had been missing. Not that Sten was particularly more adept or creative in the way he had me; after all, there are only so many ways that a man can shove his cock in and out of a woman, isn't there? Is was that it was different and that it was with another man, which made it so exciting. That made me begin to understand why Kevin 'played away from home.' Not that I condoned that, I didn't, but now we had a way whereby he and I could have our cake and eat it; where we could be 'faithful' yet enjoy sex with others, where we could comply with our marital sexual responsibilities to each others, but fuck other people as well. That excited me. But then, I was being excited by a variety of things. That thought, Sten surging in and out of me, the easy rhythm we found, the fact I was having sex with another man and, of course and, in some ways most excitingly, having my husbands and my lover's wife laying alongside me also having sex.

I looked over at them and my heart pounded even harder. They weren't kissing. Kevin's head was alongside Angetta's; hers was turned slightly to one side looking at me, hiding my husband's face. His bottom was thrusting up and down as he pumped himself in an out of her in that steady, rather slow rhythm, which I knew so well, Sten was altogether a quicker fucker! 

I could see that one of Kevin's hands was squeezing Angetta's breast, the other was hidden, but I guessed was under her, holding and squeezing her lovely bum. That was all very exciting. However, it was Angetta who gave me the strongest sexual thrill. The look on her face, the tightly closed eyes, and the open mouth with her tongue out were all so expressive of sexual pleasure. It wasn't just her face, though. It was also her panting, the movements of her head, her body rising and moving against Kevin's and her hands, which were so deftly, tenderly and lovingly, almost, stroking his body and gripping his bum. I had never seen another woman having sex before, come to that I hadn't seen a man having it either. I have to say that it was one of the most exciting, tender, intimate, loving and erotic sights I hade ever witnessed. If watching her being screwed by my husband was a buzz, when Angetta opened her eyes and met mine, the tempo of my excitement increased, probably exponentially. 

She smiled; it was a nice smile, a warm and loving smile. I smiled back. I watched absolutely fascinated as she reached out towards me. Her hand was covering the gap between us, but we were too far apart for it to reach my body. Then I realised with, I have to admit, a touch of disappointment that she was not trying to reach that. I slid my hand out and met hers. We held hands, her fingers rubbed the back of my hand, and mine rubbed her back. It was so engaging, we were becoming connected, joined as a pair of couples. Now, I saw and understood exactly what Sten and Angetta meant about special friends.

We could each see that the other was close to an orgasm. There was a dreamy, yet excited look in her half-closed eyes. That was lovely. 

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see that Kevin was speeding up, thrusting deeper and surging harder. Sten was doing the same. Angetta's and my grip tightened. I was finding it hard to get my breath, I was panting, gasping, grunting and moaning as I pushed my body back against Sten's gorgeously thrusting cock.

"I'm near Mandy, yes? Ok?"

"Oh yes Sten," I sighed gripping his wife's hand even more firmly.

"Are you ready Mandy, ready to cum?"

What an amazing question to be asked, I thought, as his wife squeezed my hand as she heard the exchange.




Holiday Romances Pt. 02



Kevin joined in, uninvited and rather unnecessarily, I thought.

"I bet she is Sten, make her cum as I will Angetta."

I felt his hand join Ang's and mine and then, finally Sten's rested on the other three. We were all joined. It was so symbolic.

And then I was cumming. And then I heard deep, almost animalistic grunts from Angetta. And then I saw my husband thrust deep into my friend and then hold his body rigid as he moaned loudly, as he always does when he ejaculates. And then I felt Sten force himself more firmly into me. And then I felt him cumming.

And then amazingly Sten, Angetta and us, their special friends, all climaxed together.

Chapter 9

I felt, as the saying goes, well and truly fucked. But then, I had been. I think the tension and build up I, and possibly Kevin as well, had experienced over the past two days, having sex with someone other than our partners, but with them next to us and holding Angetta's hand, added enormously to the outpouring of emotions that accompanied my orgasm. Either that or, as I get older, they get heavier.

"Oh God," I was moaning as Sten slipped out of me, rolled off my body and laid beside me still cuddling me.

"That was fantastic Mandy, amazing," he groaned, not for one moment letting go of me, unlike Kevin, who I could hear saying similar things to Angetta. 

"Was it ok for you?" Sten rather unnecessarily asked, demonstrating the vanity of men, even the sexually liberated Finns.

Naked and spent, but with no sense of embarrassment. We all lay there for a while recovering. Whatever the reasons, it did seem that for all of us it had been successful and satisfying, it certainly had been for me.

"Let's shower," Ang said taking hold of my hand. "Come on Mands, you wait until you feel these showers." 

She led me to the wet room, which occupied most of one side of the room and had three showers. She pressed some buttons by the door and the showers started. 

"Walk through them," she suggested.

I did. The first was lukewarm and lovely, the second was cold and horrible, but stimulating and the third was hot with the water coming pulsating out of the huge showerhead in spurts.

"Keep moving from to the other," she advised as the men joined us.

It was a strange set of experiences. Strange, but pleasant, surprisingly so, for my body was being refreshed and stimulated by a range of sensations; a bit like from the earlier sauna to the lake.

There was a pile of big fluffy, dark blue towels in a heated cupboard just outside the wet room. It made me wonder just how much their heating and laundry bills must be. We all took one, dried ourselves and then, for some reason, wrapped them round us, the girls tucking them above their boobs, the guys round their wastes..

Sten opened a fridge and brought out a bottle of very chilled vodka and four equally cold, shot glasses.

"Prost," he said as we all downed the first one and held our glasses out for the inevitable refills.

"Here's to our 'special friends' Amanda and Kevin and our thanks to them for visiting us," Angetta said as we all clicked glasses.

"Hold on," Kevin chipped in. "Remember, we aren't vodka drinkers, so let's have two toasts with one shot." They both laughed.

"And here's to Finland, its way of life and to our 'special friends' who have shown us so much," he said, rather eloquently I thought.

One thing, well there were loads actually, I found odd was that now Sten and I had had sex, I reverted to standing next to Kevin and, when we went to sit down I immediately went to sit by him, not Sten. Kevin seemed to be drawn the same way, interesting. 

"How about the hot tub?" Agnetta suggested.

"Good idea," I offered.

"Think I'll give it a miss for awhile," Kevin said. "My body's not used to getting wet so much."

Sten laughed. "Yes mine too."

"Come on then Mandy," Angetta said, grabbing my hand. "Just girls together then."

We somewhat waddled in our bare feet with the towels tightly wrapped round us, across the thick, underfloor heated, carpet to a slightly raised wooden deck, into which the round hot tub had been built.

Standing quite close together by the side of the sunken tub, we momentarily just stared at each other. We seemed to freeze, move into a trance and not quite know what to do next. Angetta solved that. Taking hold of the top of her towel, she pulled on it as she smiled at me and said.

"Come on Mandy, I'll show you mine if you show me yours."

Laughing, I replied. "My pleasure, but you have already seen mine."

Her face was serious as she unwrapped her towel exposing her lovely body. She said softly.

"And very nice it is too Amanda," as, under her watchful eye, I did the same.

Although I was aware that our husbands were sitting just a few feet across the room, presumably looking at us, my focus was far more on Angetta than on them. It was her gaze that made me tingle, her look that gave me goose bumps and her eyes that I stared into for approval of my naked body, which I felt I was offering to her.

"Fuck, what the hell was going on?" 

Yes, I had been with women, well girls, in the dim and distant past of university, sexuality explorations. No, girl to girl sex was not a secret to me, yes, I had told Kevin about it - we had no secrets, or so I thought - and yes, he often pestered me to agree to a girl, girl and him threesome, but I hadn't. In fact, since starting up with him, I had felt nothing towards other women, or men come to that. My ten years with him had, up until ten minutes ago, been totally faithful, in both mind and body. But now, I could feel that going out of the window as, firstly I had fucked Sten and now my feelings were being drawn towards fucking his wife as well. Is this what they had meant about being liberated I wondered as I dropped the towel to the floor, took Angetta's proffered hand and, as elegantly as was possible, entered the hot tub. To do that we had to step up and over the top of the tub and then across and down into the water; real open leg stuff, movements that women hate when naked.

Still holding hands, we stood in the middle of the welcomingly warm bubbling water, looking at each other. My eyes took in her lovely face dominated by the angular cheekbones, the deep pools of blue of her eyes and her slightly parted lips and mouth. That was slightly too large to make her classically beautiful, just amazingly attractive and extraordinarily sexy like Carly Simon. I let my glance slide downwards as I knew she was as well. I saw her pert, smallish, probably B cup, breasts with the unusually long nipples and coral pink areola, I looked at her maddeningly slim waist and flat stomach that made me so jealous. I saw: her lithe, tanned thighs that were exactly the same colour as the rest of her body, thanks to her nude sunbathing; the flair of her hips that turned her otherwise, almost boyishly slim body into one that was totally womanly and of course her pubis. Shaved and smooth it seemed to gleam as I noticed the pink of the front of her lips where they joined around her clitoris. As I did that, I knew Ang was looking at me: at my unruly, wavy, chestnut hair that tumbled down past my shoulders the stray lock or two falling onto my chest and breasts; at my full, DD cup breasts that to my torment sagged a little and jiggled wildly with my every move; at the oversized, rather dark, pink areola and the buds of my nipples, which were waiting to explode into erection; at my fuller waist and the slight, swell of my tummy and at my neatly trimmed patch of brown hair guarding and hiding the entrance to my sexual body, which her husband had just penetrated. As we looked at each other, Sten's earlier comments about us all being both, an exhibitionist and a voyeur flashed into my mind. I had to admit, that I was now in complete agreement with him. I loved looking at her, enjoying her gaze on me and was excited by having the audience of our husbands.

If I was honest, I had guessed that something like this may happen and, if brutally honest, I had hoped it might. There had been many signs. Light touches by both of us, glances out of the corner of ours eyes, looks that lingered just a tad too long, compliments on intimate parts of the other's body and suggestive, sort of, come on remarks. 

Despite all that though, was anything really happening? For Christ's sake we were only holding hands standing in a hot tub with our husbands looking on. And there had been several 'false starts', if that's what they were, between the four of us. Maybe this was the same, maybe Angetta was testing me or maybe she was just being 'friendly' and her current attention was simply an overflow of the orgasm my husband had just helped her enjoy? I had forgotten, just how complicated, 'cat and mouse' and 'will they or won't they' sexual jousting can be.

We sat down side by side on the ledge that ran round the tub about a foot beneath the surface. I noticed that the water came halfway up my breasts if I sat straight, so that it partially, but not quite covered my nipples. I looked at Ang and her nipples seemed as if they were floating on the surface. We were still holding hands. She squeezed, I squeezed back. Our hips, outer thighs, knees, lower legs and feet were touching, well more than that for they were tightly pressed together. We had raised our hands, which squashed our arms together as well. We were looking into each other's eyes, but that was difficult sitting with our backs straight against the wall of the tub. We both turned slightly towards each other, my left breast brushed against her right nipple. We didn't follow that up or do anything overtly as a reaction to it. It didn't seem necessary, it didn't seem important, it didn't seem appropriate to change the tranquil, tender mood that had built up between us. There was a sort of serenity, a peace, a relaxed and a knowing of what was now so likely to happen between us atmosphere.

The soft meeting of our lips in a gentle, caring kiss was as inevitable as it was wonderful.

We hadn't closed our eyes as our faces, almost mechanistically, closed the small gap. We held each other's gaze seeing and analysing the range of emotions in the other's eyes as our lips were drawn together as if they were magnets. Just as they met, Angetta breathed, almost inaudibly.

"Oh yes Amanda, at last."

Then the remaining small space between the two mouths was closed. I was being kissed and was kissing a woman for the first time since I was a teenager. And it really was like riding a bike, you just don't forget. It was lovely. 

There was no immediate urgency, no frantic squirming of lips, grinding of teeth or plunging of tongues. We knew we had time, we knew we had all night if we wanted it, we knew we didn't need to hurry. We were not stealing time from our husbands, cheating on them or kissing another woman behind their backs. No, we were doing it in front of them, they were watching us and that added immensely to the feelings and emotions I was experiencing, and was hoping that Angetta was as well.

Her right arm came out from the water and snaked round my neck. I slid my right arm round her shoulders as we turned our upper bodies, almost at ninety degrees it seemed. We were still kissing as we pressed our breasts together just on the surface of the water. Mine engulfed hers, making me feel strangely proud,

"Mmmmmm," I heard her sigh.

I smiled. "Yes, mmmmmmmm too," I whispered back.

We kissed again. Deeper this time, not with more urgency, but with more passion and more desire and certainly with far greater sexual undertones.

"Let's get out?" Ang said, standing up. I did the same. She took my face in her hands and kissed me.

"Here let us?" I heard Sten say. We both turned at the same time and I, at least, was surprised, yet pleased to see the two men standing beside the tub holding towels.

As we clambered out, I looked at both of them. Sten had a sort of neutral look on his face, almost as if this was a frequent occurrence. Kevin was beaming; he was clearly enjoying 'our show' and was quite evidently excited by it for, unusually in such a short time, he was regaining his erection.

They held the towels for us and draped them round our shoulders. We slid our arms round each other's waist.

"That was amazing," Kevin said softly and diplomatically.

"Yes ladies it was," Sten chimed in as Angetta and I ambled towards the low bed.

We stood beside it and used the towels to dry each other, with the men helping out on our backs.

Facing each other, with Sten behind me and Kevin behind her, we slid into each other's arms and again kissed. This time there was more urgency, no not urgency as such, maybe passion is a more apt description; we had had a taste of the other, we now both wanted the full meal. 

Our hands ran up and down the other's back drifting as far as the roundness of our bottoms. I hoped mine felt as amazing to her as hers did to me. 

We kissed deeper and deeper. Our mouths were open, our lips were squirming and our tongues were plunging, and licking. We were writhing our bodies together, my fuller breasts enveloping hers, Angetta's hard, long nipples pressing into mine. If that was wonderful, what happened next was as good as indescribable, but I will of course try!

I felt Sten pressing his body against me. He lifted my hair, kissed the back of my head and ran his tongue up and down my neck sending lovely little frissons through me. These frissons, though, quickly turned into fairly strong shudders of sensation when I felt him fit the rigid length of his erection snugly into the crease between the cheeks of my bottom. And those shudders began to verge on being convulsions when I felt his arms slip round me and I saw his hands reach for, not mine, but Angetta's breasts at the same time as which my husband's hands found mine. I assumed he was giving Angetta's bottom a similar treat to what Sten was providing to me.

We moved to the bed. Who started that, I don't know. Maybe Angetta, maybe me or both of us together, possibly it was Sten and or Kevin, who knows and who cares?

The four of us then made love. And I mean all four, all four together, not two couples but a full and complete four-way lovemaking. And I mean lovemaking not sex. Yes us four 'special friends' made love to each other in a way that I had no idea was possible. 

Sten made love to Angetta and me as Kevin did to her and me. And as we girls did together. What Angetta and I did wasn't heavy lesbian stuff, just as what she and I did with the guys wasn't heavy fucking. Yes, at some time both my husband and Sten fucked me as, I assume, Ang was as well. But they were not fucks that led to ejaculation. They couldn't, after all we made love, amazingly, for hours. It just went on and on, all the time becoming more exciting, but also more tender and caring.

A lot of the time, I had my eyes closed and in any case, someone had dimmed the lights until it was quite dark. It was hard to tell visually who was who. It was hard to know whether a mouth on my nipple, a finger on my clit or a tongue in my pussy was male or female. It was hard to know at times, whom I was kissing or whose cock was in my hand or mouth. I was twice fucked, not knowing for sure whether it was Kevin or Sten. But then they were not full fucks. They didn't seem to be necessary, ejaculations and orgasms were not 'de rigeur', all of us were continually in a state of arousal that was just beneath a climax. Somehow, we were able to maintain that throughout this extraordinary bout of four-way lovemaking.

At times, I dozed off only to be woken deliciously by a mouth on mine, a tongue on my breast or nipple or something, lips, a finger or a cock enquiring at the lips of my pussy. Though possibly still half asleep, I would respond. I would kiss back, push my breast against the arousing visitor or open my legs receptively to the enquiring whatever.

Obviously, Angetta and I did cum; many times, but then women can, can't they?

I think the first time we both climaxed together, I was being fucked by Kevin, and she by Sten, but we were kissing each other. Well not just kissing, also caressing each other's breasts and lower down on our clits and pussies. At the same time, we were brushing our nipples together, bending our heads, and licking each other's chest, boobs and nipples. 

As she and I got it on so wonderfully, I felt a cock enquiring at my lips from behind. Is it blasé, arrogant, uncaring or what, to admit that I didn't know whose cock it was that was ringing on the bells of the gates to the heaven I could offer? As I lifted my leg to provide an easier access through those 'gates, I purposefully kept my eyes close. I didn't want to know. I wanted to keep it secret, I wanted to be fucked by I don't know who. I was and it was fantastic.

I, certainly, and talking to them after, the others as well, moved into a sort of trance. Sex and maybe some form of love as well, had taken us over completely and utterly. It was like no other sensation I had ever experienced. My mind and body seemed to be fused into one where the physical and emotional reactions became a single, all-consuming and all-powerful driving force. My brain, all my thoughts and all my desires were focused on one thing, one simple and sensitive thing, sexual satisfaction. At times, as the four of us made love, I couldn't tell where my body ended and others started, so intense were the feelings and emotions.

Mentally I became so focused. My mind seemed only to be able to concentrate on sexual objects, Sten and Kevin's cocks and Angetta's breasts and nipples.

Physically, I seemed to change as well. Instead of being a 'normally' formed woman, I became something different. Most of me disappeared or seemed not to exist. My being became one large cunt; I was nothing but that, I existed purely for that cunt to have the pleasure it so determinedly demanded. 

Did it become fucking confusing? Absolutely. Was it fucking amazing? Totally.

And that became the theme of the remainder of our holiday, confusion and amazement.

The days were spent walking the wonderful countryside, boating, visiting enchanting 'Hansel and Gretel' villages and, of course, nude, mixed saunas.

The evenings and night were spent fucking, as simple as that, but far, far more meaningful, hence the amazement. 

During the days, nothing was mentioned about the nights, hence the confusion.

Everything any of us did that was concerned with our 'special friendship' was done in front of the others. The real 'specialness' of the friendship was that it was four-way.

That said about the mutuality of what we did and the four-way nature of how we did it, there was some extraordinarily sensational two-way action as well.

Angetta and I together started slowly. That first night, maybe due to some shyness with our husbands, it was only the second time she had 'performed' with a woman in front of him she later told me, or a reticence with each other, we didn't go very far. We didn't get into any heavy lesbian stuff. That came later.

Whilst all four of us were always present, we didn't all always all participate in the action. That made for some pretty sensational three-way action as well.

It took two more sessions before Angetta and I felt comfortable enough to really go for it. As it happens, we'd had sex with our husbands with the others watching. That brought a new meaning to being screwed by Kevin. Knowing our friends were watching, looking at them doing it and looking at them looking at us, adds such a powerful dimension to sex; back to the voyeur/exhibitionist thing, I guess.

Sten and Kevin were spent, well at least for a while. That lack of recovery powers in men, especially when they are in their late thirties and above, really does make us women think of toy boys at times, oh for a second helping half an hour later.