“Christ!” she blasphemed.
Rupert withdrew slowly. His dick was all but steaming.
“Your turn.” she said, panting, and turned to me.
“I want you in my mouth!”
She began to turn onto her hands and knees, but Rupert held out a palm to stop her.
“Not doggy style. Stay on your back, so I can see it all.”
I also like anal face to face. I stepped up with the lube and Ellie said: “I don’t think I’ll need it; I’m sopping wet!”
She pulled her buttocks apart. Her cunt was bright pink, and oozing. Her browneye was wet too. Rupert pushed two fingers into her cunt, scooped some of her juices out, and transferred them to her arse. Then moved her fingers away and replaced them with his thumbs. He pulled her open wider and pressed his dick against the tiny opening.
“Let me know if it hurts, and we’ll get you oiled up, dear.”
He slid his cock in.
“Oh God!” she called.
“Too much?” he asked.
“No, no, don’t stop!”
He pushed the whole length in.
“God, that feels good! Dave, come and fuck my mouth!”
I kneeled at her head, facing Rupert as he pummelled her. Ellie gripped my dick and fed it down her throat. I held her legs back.
“Wider.” Rupert ordered. “I want to see her tits!”
It wasn’t the spitroasting I was expecting, but that was fine.
She pulled my dick out of her mouth long enough to shout ‘Harder! Harder!” A couple of minutes later and it was over. I stared down at her trimmed thatch. Her pubic mound was twitching as he released; as if her arse was milking him. I lost it and came in her mouth. She gave a last ‘mmm’ and I heard her gulping. I recalled Rupert had based his first offer on her swallowing his; too late now. He stood, looking a bit unsteady.
“Eleanor, that was wonderful. I hope to do it again soon.”
“So do I.” she replied.
She was so enthusiastic I felt the first pangs of concern. At the door he winked at me. We snuggled under the duvet. Neither of us showered; just settled down surrounded by the aromas of sex.
Surprisingly we woke around six thirty on Saturday. My balls ached like I’d been in an orgy, though I’d only actually cum the once. Ellie leapt out of bed, pulled back the curtains and opened the window.
“It stinks of sex in here.” were her first words.
“You say that like it’s a bad thing.” I observed.
“Philistine!”
“Guilty as charged. That’s why you love me!”
“Yeah, yeah.”
She went into the bathroom.
There was a knock on the door. It was Clive from the bar. He handed me a thick envelope.
“Mr Kingston asked me to give you this, sir. And would you care to join him for breakfast in the private dining room? Shall we say, seven?”
“We’d love to Clive.” I said. “But I’m not sure where it is.”
He beamed when I remembered his name.
“Just pull the bell cord over there. It only needs a little tug and I will come and escort you.”
I turned as he pointed it out. I hadn’t noticed it last night.
When he’d gone, it occurred he seemed to know we were up. Was he listening at the door? I tucked the envelope in a pocket of the hired suit, but did not count it. After I’d showered I came into the bedroom in time to see Ellie tucking her T-shirt into her tight jeans. It pulled against her breasts, leaving no doubt where her nipples were. We summoned Clive who appeared immediately.
In the dining room, off a private kitchen, Rupert and Ellie hugged, and she gave him the kind of kiss usually reserved for lovers. There was an aroma of fresh coffee.
“Did you bring a bag sir?” asked Clive.
“Yes.”
He knew we had.
“Perhaps you could pack it now. Breakfast will be a few more moments, and the cleaner may want to start on your room. Come, I’ll accompany you.”
We went up and I packed. Clive waited patiently.
“I’m sure you will visit us again sir. So we shall use the other staircase to assist with your orientation.”
He led me to more stairs. They emerged near the rear of the mansion. Clive took me to a different room.
“If you ever stay with us for the weekend, you might be interested in the billiards room.”
He opened the double doors. It was magnificent. Two full-size tables; one with balls set up for billiards, and one for snooker. There was also a pool table. Clive crossed to the patio doors and opened them.
“And the cherry blossom is particularly delightful this time of year.” he announced proudly.
After a while, we made our circuitous way back to the dining room. I’m not stupid; I know when I’ve been side-tracked.
The breakfast was self service from a huge covered platter. Poached or scrambled eggs, bacon, sausages, and haggis. There were two toast racks; one for brown and one white, cut diagonally.
“Will Renée be joining us?” asked Ellie.
“No, she will breakfast in the west wing.”
“You have more than one kitchen?”
“We have four; one in each wing, one large one for staff and functions, and one in the rear grounds; more of a barbecue. Duncan brought an important client last night, who also stayed over. Renée has a law degree and will assist them with the contract. She may be occupied all morning.”
He stressed the word ‘occupied’. This man still impressed me. He was so open about his wife having sex with two men. I admired him; we had something in common.
“She’ll probably get plenty down her over there!”
He grinned at his blatant double entendre.
An hour later, our taxi arrived. Rupert saw us to the door.
“Slipped another five in your envelope.” he said quietly.
That envelope was now in my jeans. Ellie gave him an enthusiastic kiss and we left.
“Sorry you didn’t get your dp this time, sweetie.” she said.
“It’s ok.”
“I have a confession to make. I gave him a blowjob, while you were fetching our bag. I know you should be present. But you were there for everything else last night, and I thought you wouldn’t mind.”
“No problem babe. And giving him a last feel of your tits was fine as well.”
“How on earth did you know that?”
“Your shirt’s hanging out!”
We split up when we got into town, and agreed to meet at hers later. Ellie went shopping, and said she’d return my suit. Back home, I removed the envelope. I found three thousand in fifties; that’s what he meant about the extra five. Then I saw the rest of the contents. There was a hand-written note and a brochure, showing a villa.
‘Dear David,
Thank you once again for the entertainment you provided at our party. I enclose an old brochure of the holiday retreat we bought in Corfu some years ago. We do not rent it out, but occasionally have friends stay there. Feel free to visit. Email the address below, to confirm dates and availability. Please let me know before you go.
Hope to see you both again soon.
R.
It was quiet in mid June. My garage was now integral, and the utility room was complete. With Rupert’s extra cash, I’d applied for further planning permission and completed some of the additional work. Ellie hadn’t seen it. And for now it was forgotten anyway, as we lay in the sun on a beach within sight of the villa. It was not far from Dassia. A final surprise was a car collecting us from Corfu airport. The driver had left it with us.
“Ok. It’s not Bali, but what do you think?”
Most of Ellie’s holidays had been more exotic than Corfu.
“It’s lovely sweetie.”
“Good. Wear something sexy tonight. We might get you in bed with a Greek waiter.”
“Greeks are reputed to like anal.” Ellie replied. “But it’s a bit down market, don’t you think? Allowing some waiter up there, where I’ve had an Earl!”
She was making a joke. But she was also making a point.
“Never mind, we might find one hung like a donkey!”
We took a taxi to a restaurant on a hill, overlooking the bay. The food was delicious and Ellie rather overdid the ouzo. I think she was disappointed the staff were all waitresses. I was disappointed myself. They were pretty enough, but too skinny for my taste. Ellie is tall and more voluptuous. Her light hair and pale eyes are memorable anywhere, but head-turning in the Greek islands, where she’s unique. We were the only diners left when she pushed back her chair, rubbing her belly.
“I need the loo.” she said. “I may be a while, can you get me a lager, or anything cold?”
I motioned a waitress over. She turned to a man in a black suit, who came and sat with me.
“Your wife is beautiful.” he informed me. “I love her eyes.”
Twenty minutes later, all three of us were on his bed. He had an apartment over the restaurant. Apart from his preference for Ellie’s arse, he could not have been more unlike Rupert. Dark skin, masses of black hair, and an almost black cock. Ellie was on her knees gripping a pillow like she was drowning. Her eyes were shut and her face was red. His thumbs dug in deep as he unloaded into her rectum.
He yanked his cock out and wiped it on one of the restaurant’s napkins. Ellie stayed in place, panting. I watched a river of semen flow out of her and run down between her cunt lips. It pooled onto the duvet where it soaked in.
“You want some now?”
For a moment I thought he wanted to fuck me. Then he nodded towards her anus, which was starting to close.
“Yes, but I want you there.” I replied, indicating her cunt.
“No problem.”
He lay on his back next to her.
“Mouth again.” he instructed.
Ellie sucked him back to full size, swallowing lube and her anal secretions. Another major difference to Rupert; this guy was ready again in a few minutes. He repositioned Ellie till she was straddling him. She lowered her cunt and sighed. He pulled her down for a kiss and I knelt on the bed behind her. She reached back and opened up; she’d been looking forward to this nearly as long as I had, and I thrust into her arsehole. It felt fantastic! Yannis’ efforts had made her more slippery. But his dick, just a membrane away from mine, made her unbelievably tight! She grunted as I pushed all the way in. We thrust into her two holes as hard as we could. It didn’t last long and shot my load about a minute before he did. When she could stand, Yannis and I chatted while Ellie spent some time in his bathroom. Then he ordered a car to take us back to the villa.
Two days later, we were having breakfast at Phoebe’s Café, in Dassia. Yannis appeared and joined us.
“Found you!” he said, and ordered himself a coffee.
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