“Crete” – Chapter 17:- “Our Holiday Game”

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With our meal finished and our sparkling wine drunk, Ashley and I relocated to BaBa’s a little earlier than most and we took a corner booth. It was well away from the dee-jay and the music.I purchased another small bottle of sparkling wine, which we sipped. We were here to flirt, play and watch our two partners as they got it on with each other. Currently, they were still eating and flirting in the restaurant above us. As darkness fell outside, we drank our wine and waited as the room slowly filled up with other hotel guests.I surveyed the large, semi-dark room. All the guests seemed to have dressed as per the house rules, the ladies in sexy and skimpy attire and the men in smart casual. Surprisingly, a few men wore ties, but most were like me, in long cotton trousers and a smart long-sleeve shirt. It was too warm for jackets.I smiled as I noticed one lady accidentally flash her hairy pussy as she tried to climb onto a bar stool. Unlike me, she didn’t seem to be embarrassed at all when she caught me staring. She even gave me another quick flash before smiling at me.Was she interested in me? I asked myself. I wasn’t interested in finding the answer; I already had a fine-looking older lady on my arm.The room was certainly filling up and, as it did, Ashley and I chatted. My hand all the time was high up on her bare thigh, gently stroking and letting her know I was there as she scanned BaBa’s looking for her husband and Sarah.  With the party starting to liven up, I pulled Ashley close and kissed her. Our mouths melted into each other’s and our tongues briefly explored. We were no different from many of the other couples who were currently around us; the party was certainly livening up.With the small bottle of wine nearly gone and thirty minutes elapsed, there was still no Don and Sarah. We were wondering where they had gone. Surely they had not gone straight back to Sarah’s and my apartment. That wasn’t in the plan.“There be here soon,” I said as I made an excuse to visit the bathroom and look around the now very crowded room. With no sign of Sarah or Don, I return with another small bottle of sparkling wine, our third, only to find another man had moved into my seat. He was trying to encourage Ashley to dance!I made Don’s wife laugh when I introduced myself to the man as her husband.He soon left!“Still no sign of them,” Ashley said, and I was starting to wonder where they had gone. This was all planned. It was simple, the meal and then BaBa’s, before a night of pleasure in each other’s apartments. I was getting a little anxious, as I wanted to watch Sarah, be a voyeur at least for a while, to test myself to see if I could share her without the anxiety.I leant across and kissed Ashley, my hand brushing up her inner leg, my fingers just caressing her naked pussy. She gasped at the unexpected intrusion and then warmly smiled, and said, “I need the bathroom and a cigarette. Pleased keep my seat; I let you know if I see them.”Ashley got up and walked off in the direction I had come from and as she did, I could understand why so many men turned their heads and watched her, as my eyes never left her firm bottom. Don’s wife may be in her mid-forties, but she had a nice body shape and a tight ass. It was something I was looking forward to getting my hands on later tonight.No more than ten minutes later Ashley returned and as she slid in with me, she deliberately flashed me her bare and now rather wet-looking pussy. I grinned and placed my hand high on her thigh, my fingers once again just brushing her sex. She seemed aroused and had to stifle a moan as my finger probed her opening.“There outside on the smoker’s landing.”I smiled. That made sense.There were steps down from the terrace bar area that ended on a long landing on the cliff side of BaBa’s. It was the Basement Bar’s second entrance, and also the other side of the nightclub from where we were sitting. “They will be here in a minute,” Ashley confirmed as she finished the last of her sparkling wine, and then I refilled her glass from the fresh bottle. We were getting tipsy.“Did you talk to them?” I asked.“Yes, but only Don, as Sarah was otherwise engaged.”“My eyes lit up.” I didn’t like the sound of that as we had agreed tonight it would only be Don and no one else; unless Sarah wanted me… or Ashley!“David, it is not what you think. So down, boy,” and she placed her hand on my cock. It stirred at Ashley’s touch, which she noticed, and then, just to be sure, she squeezed it.“By the way, I didn’t have a cigarette, as I chose to come Emek Escort back to tell you what Don told me; I hope it doesn’t shock you.”“Go on,” I carefully said, thinking the worst.“They went done to the beach after the meal where they found a private bench and Sarah gave Don a blow job. It was near the lifeguard’s hut; it surprised him how good she was at giving head, considering her age.”Ashley stopped talking and looked directly at me. “Apparently, she swallowed; I don’t even do that!”I smiled, though I wasn’t sure I should. I was proud of Sarah. She had always swallowed, and I hoped that never would change. But what I was more pleased about was my girlfriend had not broken my trust and she hadn’t directly involved anyone other than Don in our sexual game.“There is something else, David; it is not bad, actually it was really good. I just had a little taste of Sarah.”I picked my drink up and took a large sip, then another. My dirty mind had thought that Ashley must have gone down on Sarah in the lady’s bathroom.“How did that happen?” I asked, as I had no idea, but hoped!Ashley moved close to me and said, “Don told me that he has been fingering Sarah every chance he had since the restaurant; keeping her on edge. He even managed to keep two fingers in her when they walked up from the beach and he only removed them as he got close to the bar. I appeared a few seconds later. It was then that Don offered me the two pussy juice-covered fingers. He knows I prefer the taste of a woman’s pussy to a man’s sperm-covered cock.”I smiled and took another sip, then asked, “Where was Sarah?” “She was close, but as you know, Don doesn’t smoke. So he had given Sarah a little space as she lit up. She saw me and smiled. But she was already talking to another smoker out there. Don told me that Sarah is in heat at the moment, David. She already asked about going back to the apartment.”“Who is the other smoker?” I asked, guessing it would be a man trying to chat Sarah up. After all, two attractive older ladies had asked me to dance in the ten minutes Ashley had been away and I knew Sarah would get ten times the attention I ever would.Ashley saw my concern. She was right; I didn’t like this unknown.“Don’t worry, David. Don will put a stop to it; after all, he wants to spend a night with Sarah.”Though perhaps that was the wrong reaction, I did feel better. Sarah was sticking to my rules. But I knew I needed to check on her, and soon. I didn’t want her to get too drunk, too horny, and do something we might regret later. But I needn’t have worried as right on cue, Sarah and Don appeared on the dance floor. With them was another man. He was younger than Don, but still, at a guess, in his mid to late thirties.Ashley had also spotted them and confirmed the second man was the same person Sarah had been talking to earlier. We sipped our wine and watch the happy couple and their third-wheel. Ashley’s hand was resting on my cock. My hand was on her inner bare thigh as we whispered our observations.The room was a hubbub of noise and people. The light seemed to have dimmed, the noise even louder. As Don and Sarah danced and mingled.It was only then, as they slow danced, that I noticed for the first time there seemed to be real sexual chemistry between them. A couple that just wanted to fuck. That thought made my already hard cock stir as I wanted that to happen, too!The third-wheel guy seemed to disappear into the slow-dancing crowd, only to reappear behind Sarah. Her face was a little red and flushed from all the attention she was getting from Don. I then notice his hand seemed to be under the front of her dress. Once again he was fingering Sarah, but this time on the crowded dance floor!But they were not alone, as in the darkness of the crowd, others were doing similar things. It was subtle, but there was definitely a little petting going on. It became obvious that Don and Ashley were not the only swingers in town.“Do you think the new guy has also fingered Sarah?”That hard-hitting question came in the form of a gentle whisper from Ashley and then her hand once again squeezed my tenting cock.“I don’t know, but I doubt it, as it is not in our rules,” I replied.But I was unsure. I was still trying to understand this new Sarah; the third-wheel guy was very close. He certainly had rubbed against Sarah and had touched her translucent curtained bottom, but had he done anything more? I questioned. I needed to get closer. Ashley read my mind.She whispered, “Let’s finish our drinks and dance.”We Emek Escort Bayan did just that.We slid quietly onto the dance floor, unnoticed by Don and Sarah, as they were in a world of their own. Their voyeur friend occasionally moved very close, though never touching. However, what was a little odd was he was dancing on his own.My attention switched and was now more on Ashley; after all, we were on a date. She let my hands wander, including sliding my hand under the hem of her dress and a quick touch of her bald pussy, though I didn’t try to finger her.We danced and flirted. As we did so, Ashley kept glancing at her husband and Sarah. His hands were all over her body as they slowly danced together. It was turning her on. Ashley was making it very clear to me that she wanted me for sex. It felt different from last night. We kissed. We danced with each other and with those who were looking on. We were a couple, the older woman with her toy boy or for one particular hotel guest; her husband!“I need a cigarette,” Ashley announced after ten minutes of slow dancing. The sexual tension between us had been building up, and it was real. We both felt it. I didn’t smoke, but at that moment I sensed I needed one to calm me. It would have been my first-ever cigarette.“Let’s get some air,” Ashley suggested, somewhat ironically.I once again looked across at Don and Sarah. They were still dancing, but they were in a discussion. It was a conversation between the couple, but also with their watching friend. Then they seemed to be some agreement between them as I noticed Don nod to their friend. They all left the dance floor and went out the door to the smoker’s balcony.“Let’s follow,” Ashley suggested; her unlit cigarette already in her hand.   We discretely shadowed them out onto the smoking balcony, then up the next steps to the Terrace Bar. Don’s hands were once again resting on Sarah’s bottom. The third-wheel guy was always one step behind the couple, his eyes no doubt also on Sarah’s tight ass.We stopped and watched them go into the Observation Tower and then disappear as they climbed the stairs. The concrete tower wasn’t that high, at around forty feet tall. It only had a few dim internal lights and was above the illumination of the Terrace Bar; therefore, inside it was so much darker.It was also quiet, as few people ventured up there after dark because they had constructed it to take in the daytime scenic views, and with this in mind, it had three large windows on outward-facing sides. However, its rear wall was concrete, with photos and various explanations covering what you could see from the tower.I stopped and looked at Ashley.“Give them a few seconds,” she said as she lit her cigarette.I wondered about the second man. It made me want to join Ashley in smoking, but I reframed.We stood there together, waiting, Ashley smoking, and then she suddenly stubbed her cigarette out. It was only half-smoked.“Let’s go,” she said, not wanting to wait any longer.We crept up, not knowing what to expect to see. Though we hoped the fully boxed-in stairs would give us some cover, as we did not want to be observed. At the top, we found we were lucky. We could peep through the slightly open door and remain unseen.As we looked, the first thing I saw was Sarah’s head buried into Don’s shoulder. Her back was against the tower’s only wall and in her right hand was a newly lit cigarette. She was just standing there. Don’s left hand once again under Sarah’s skirt. He was fingering her. There was no doubt about that as we heard her quietly moan into Don’s shoulder.The third-wheel guy was sitting on the bench seat in the middle of the room watching, and slowly masturbating, his hand working his long, thin cock. He was watching Don’s fingers moving under the hem of Sarah’s red dress. It was mesmerising. My cock was tenting in my trousers. I now knew what it was like to be a voyeur.Ashley was next to me. Her action was only a little different to what the man in the centre of the room was doing. Her hand was now under the front of her dress, with her fingers working their magic within the folds of her pussy.I looked at Ashley, at her glazed lust filled eyes. I could feel her desire to watch those fingers moving, her pussy probably drenched.   Don’s hand moved a little faster beneath the dress. Sarah voluntarily opened her legs slightly further and as she did so, her body scooted down, forcing Don’s fingers further into her. It was as if she was riding his fingers, trying to force herself Escort Emek to cum.Mr third-wheel was still beating his cock, and Ashley was doing similar to her pussy. I didn’t know what to think. I knew my cock was hard; it wanted attention, but I was just not ready to get it out and join the other two in their masturbatory fun.Sarah’s eyes opened, and she took a long draw of her cigarette. As she did so, the masturbating guy drew her attention. He was sitting opposite her, staring. In his hand was his long, thin, erect cock. He was appreciating my girlfriend, maybe even more now she was watching him. With his right hand wrapped around it, pumping, his cock looked increasingly raw. Its purple bulbous head pointed in her direction, desperately wanting to be in her pussy.Sarah wickedly grinned at the voyeur before lifting the front of her dress. Don’s thick fingers came into view. There were two buried in Sarah’s bald cunt. Then she started to ride them, moving up and down, fucking Don’s fingers as his hand became still. He had realised what was going on, that she was now putting on a sex show for her voyeur friend.At that moment, I didn’t know what to think or do. I hadn’t expected my girlfriend to expose herself like that. But Sarah’s actions made me realise something. They turned me on. My cock was now like steel and I was now not just playing the part of a voyeur…I was a voyeur!There was a gentle, almost silent moan from Ashley and then a grunt from the guy wanking as he came all over the floor. His eyes never moved from Don’s embedded fingers and Sarah’s accommodating cunt.The third-wheel guy started to clean up, even wiping the floor, before standing and with a curt nod to Sarah and Don, walking straight past us and down the stairs. As he did so, I realised he must have known that we were there all the time and if that was true, then so did Don and Sarah.Now alone, we broke from our cover.Ashley made a B-Line towards Don, as he withdrew his fingers from my girlfriend’s pussy. I looked at the grinning Sarah. Her eyes were still a little glazed with lust.As she had done earlier, Ashley licked Don’s pussy juice covered fingers. Then she pulled away and smiled at her husband. He smiled back before they kissed.I asked myself, were they playing their own private game, one that was similar to ours? Ashley then turned towards my girlfriend, her eyes locking onto Sarah’s, and she resumed licking her husband’s fingers, long licks lapping Sarah’s pussy juice from each finger. As she did so, she made it very clear that she wanted to be with my girlfriend, doing something similar to her.   I checked on Sarah. She was fine though still very horny having not yet, “properly cum.” Those were her very words. I reminded her that she was Don’s date tonight, so I couldn’t help her sexually. Instead, I chose to kiss my girlfriend and then wrap my arms around her. Our loving cuddle represented a brief interlude in our dates.I looked across at Don. He was doing the same, cuddling Ashley.It was at that moment we heard the doors bang at the bottom of the observation tower. Someone else was coming up. A few moments later, two more couples arrived in a gaggle of laughter, only to go quiet as they realised there were four other people already in there, and now observing them.I indicated to Don that he needed to leave and follow me, as I wanted a private chat, well away from our two girls and the two new couples. Though I accepted, they had not broken any of my rules; I felt we needed to just make things clear to one another once again.We left them there and the four of us went back down to the Terrace Bar, though Don and I left the girls to chat and smoke as we went over to a quiet spot near the clifftop handrail.“Your missus is one hell of a girl,” Don told me as soon as we were on our own.I smiled. “Your missus is also nice, too.” I wasn’t sure if I should say something stronger, as I didn’t want to upset Don and maybe enrage his jealousy. I wanted Sarah to have her sexual fun.Don then said, “She let me finger her right in the middle of the dance floor.” Don looked at me. He was judging my reaction, and then, as if he was suddenly unsure. He added, “She asked me to.”“Who was the guy watching?” I quickly asked. It was what I wanted to know from Don, as it was something I wasn’t sure I liked. He was an unknown.“Kurt. That is his name, David. He is German, and it might surprise you that his watching us was all Sarah’s idea. Not mine.” Don said those last two words strongly; it almost came out like a rebuke.“David, do you know Sarah likes to be watched?”I did. Being watched was something she had experimented with when she was with her previous and first lover, Jerry. We had brushed through some of the details in the earlier talk Sarah and I had today.

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