Middle aged couple in a sex vacation

Some times it takes a little while for things to sink
in, I’m no dumb blond but then again I’m no rocket
scientist either, so I usually realize what’s going on
reasonably quickly but when it came to the family
naturist club it took me quite a few years to realize
what was going on and by the time I realized it was too

When Amanda was four and Clare six John’s parents
offered to look after the girls so that John and I
could have our first ‘proper’ holiday since our
honeymoon, twenty years earlier, we had planned to have
a family holiday every year for more than ten years but
John’s working commitments had always overtaken the
need for a holiday and so each year for ten years the
holiday had been cancelled. This time as John’s parents
had made the offer to look after the girls I decided to
try and incentivise John into making time for the
holiday by offering to do absolutely everything that
John asked me too for the duration of the holiday and
if the holiday was again cancelled I would start
searching for a new home closer to the sea.

The bargain was designed to maximize the prospect of us
going on holiday, I’m usually a very strong character
and John seldom gets his own way in anything, so me
offering to be subservient to John was a big change, on
the other side of the coin, John had lived in the same
village all of his life, slap bang in the middle of the
country, the same village he was born in, where his
parents still lived as did his brother and seven out of
ten of his closest family, I was on to a winner I was

Four months to go to our holiday John was working
fourteen hour days to get enough of his jobs done to
allow us to go on holiday, it was very tiring for him
and he was always knackered he managed to get a few
hours off on Saturdays to play rugby but he had to go
back to work after instead of going for the usual after
match drink with his team mates. With just two weeks to
go I was ready to cancel the holiday when one of John’s
largest customers had an office fire in Amsterdam, four
hundred computer work stations and the infrastructure
had been wiped out in a few hours, John assured me that
he would get the customer back on their feet with time
to spare before we went on holiday.

John left home for two weeks and moved into a hotel in
Amsterdam to manage the wiring and infrastructure
installation in an old, empty municipal building, that
the customer had managed to procure in less than
twenty-four hours after the fire was put out. John
arrived home at eleven o’clock on the Friday night and
we were due to fly out of East Midlands Airport on the
following day at six in the morning, I asked what John
had done with himself during his spare time in
Amsterdam, “Went to the cinema every night!” John said.

I was surprised that Amsterdam would have enough films
showing in English for John to want to watch, I knew
that he understood quite a lot of French from his
school days but doubted that the Dutch would show films
in French either, John smiled and told me that the
cinemas he went to it didn’t matter what language the
film was in as there was no story line to follow, I
realised instantly that he meant he had been going to
watch blue films. I half expected that John might want
to spend what we had of the night together, without the
girls around, jumping on my bones as we had not had sex
since he started working up to the holiday, I was

John took me to a small Greek island, the main beach
that surrounded our hotel left little to the
imagination, none of the women or girls on the beach
seemed to have ever worn a bikini top in their lives, I
felt totally out of place, I was already feeling that I
was the oldest woman in the whole island, I was thirty
six years old and didn’t even own a bikini, John took
me to a local boutique to find a new swimsuit, he
really wanted me to buy a bikini, something really
sexy, and he would settle for me getting a
‘continental’ swimming costume, something cut high over
the hips and with a low front.

The boutique was a disappointment to me, they had
nothing in a one-piece at all, well that wasn’t
strictly true, they did sell a one piece swimming suit,
I would have called it a thong, John persuaded me, in
the end, to buy a bikini, I could always convert it
into a one –piece like the shop was selling when I got
more use to showing off my body on the sand and he
reminded me that I had entered into a bargain over the

We spent almost every day at the beach, John took his
time but after a week he had gotten me to go topless, I
had expected everyone to suddenly look at me, I was
after all the oldest woman on the beach and should have
known better but in fact no one even bothered to look
in my direction. John did take several pictures of me
in my bikini and then one of me topless, I told him
that I didn’t think he would have to courage to send
the film off to the developers.

I spent almost three hours topless but John could see
that I was a little uncomfortable all the time that I
was topless because around three thousand people on the
beach could see my charms. I had been expecting John to
want sex every day, especially with all the young, and
very young women around on the beach with just skimpy
panties covering almost nothing of his body all day and
especially after getting me to go topless too, but he
was still so tired from four months of solid working
that all he seemed to want to do was sleep as soon as
we got into our apartment.

Early the next morning John disappeared before
breakfast and came back with a hire car, a picnic and
written directions to a more secluded beach, that was
one of John’s plans I saw through instantly, more
secluded beach, less people around, I’d be happy to go
topless all day, I saw through it but didn’t mind at
all, I was OK with being topless just the thought of so
many strangers looking at me or potentially looking at
me, that made me uncomfortable.

The secluded beach was way the other side of the
island, the directions said, cross the river bridge and
turn right at the burnt tree, there wasn’t a road, just
the marks left in the dirt by cars that had driven
across the field before us. About a half a mile from
the road the tracks ended in a makeshift car park
overlooking a rocky cove with a tiny beach at the
bottom of it.

There was absolutely nothing at the beach; I was hoping
that there would be a toilet block for me to get
changed into my bikini, I didn’t want to strip straight
into being topless, I wanted to start out with my new
two-piece costume and after a while get to being
topless, John pointed out that the others who were
already there didn’t need a changing room, as my eyes
finally brought the twenty or so people into focus I
realized that they were all totally nude, John spread
out two towels and in a second he was nude too. I
slipped my knickers off under my skirt and pulled my
bikini bottoms on, then I stripped the rest of my
clothes off and I was topless from the start.

I had expected to be sunbathing much as I had during
the previous week, among others but in privacy, in a
week on the beach not one person other than John had
spoken to me, I had noticed that when John went to the
bar to get drinks he often chatted to other men at the
bar but never to anyone who was sunbathing close to us,
this beach was different though, in less than five
minutes a man walked over to us and started chatting to
John in broken English, he was Kurt a German from
Munchen, I tried not to look in his direction as much
as possible but the size of him was drawing me like a
magnet, his cock was twice as big as John’s and he was
definitely not relaxed, he stood over us as he chatted
to John, swaying from side to side so that his huge
cock swung like a pendulum above my head.

I did a quick head count, eighteen men and four other
women, on the hotel’s beach I was the oldest woman,
here I was the youngest by a good few years, I was also
the slimmest and although I didn’t usually compare my
tits with other women I had the biggest and best shaped
breasts on the beach, they were also the whitest,
anyone looking at me could tell that I was totally new
to going topless, never mind being on a nudist beach.

I realized that even though Kurt was chatting almost
exclusively to John he was actually looking at me, I
changed position slightly to allow the sun onto my
other side, as my legs moved I realized that the skimpy
nature of my bikini bottoms meant that there was a
slight flash of hair as I repositioned myself, I only
realized that something like that had happened because
Kurt’s cock suddenly bounced up to around forty five
degrees and inflated slightly more in size. Within an
hour there were four of the eighteen men standing
around me and John still sitting at my side, someone
offered John a spare snorkeling set and led him off in
the direction of the sea leaving me with three strange
men standing all around me.

As soon as John was out of sight and under water the
men sat down round me and started to chat and flirt
with me, there were lots of comments about my pants
still being on, most of the men were surprised that I
hadn’t already divested myself of them as soon as we
arrived. Wine was produced from nowhere and was passed
around, there were no glasses and I thought it very
strange to see men drinking out of the bottle, one
after the other without wiping the bottle first, when
the bottle came to me I wanted desperately to wipe it
clean first, I scanned the faces around me, all were
watching me expectantly to see what I did, I didn’t
have anything to hand to wipe the bottle top so a
closed my eyes and took a large swallow.

The bottle was taken from me by the only Greek man
there, he put the bottle to his lips and instead of
simply taking a drink he slipped the tip of his tong
into the neck of the bottle. “Mmm, much sweeter than
the wine,” he said as he tipped the bottle up and took
his swallow.

I blushed and looked away, to my right there was one of
the other women, I noticed that she had three men and
her partner sitting around her, one of the single men
was massaging sun oil into her body, she was of course
totally naked and as the strangers hands massaged oil
down over her stomach and abdomen she opened her legs,
from my position I could see between her legs, there
were tufts of hair on top of her pussy mound but her
labia were shaved totally clean, revealing her vagina
to me and the men sitting around me, I blushed more
though when the man massaging oil into the woman’s body
slipped an oil covered finger down between her legs and
into her pussy, my eyes flashed to the woman’s partners
face, he was smiling proudly as his wife’s back arched
off of the beach in response to her vagina being

I turned my back to the woman but that put me more
square on to the three men, they were looking from me
to the woman behind me, I noticed that the bottle of
wine was now going from each man to me and then on to
the next so I was drinking three times as much as the
men. When John returned he was over the moon with his
first snorkeling expedition, he kissed me on the cheek
and massaged my shoulders, “Wow, you’re very hot, want
to come for a dip in the sea to cool down?”

I was very hot in both meanings of the word, I was
extremely turned on from the attention of the men who
had been ‘chatting me up’ for several hours, turned on
from what I had seen happening to the woman behind me
on the beach and even more turned on because I
remembered that John and I hadn’t had sex since we
decided to take this holiday four months earlier. John
had just been working far too hard and was far too
tired from trying to clear a window in his diary so we
could take just two weeks off. We usually had sex at
least once a week and it four months was the longest I
had gone without sex since I met John.

In the sea I took the opportunity to pee, get rid of
all the wine the men had been plying me with, I had to
use the sea as there was no toilet facilities on the
beach, John took me out to sea far enough for the water
to cover my breasts, the movement of the sea was very
gentle, almost like a swimming pool, John started to
kiss me, then he rubbed his cock across my abdomen a
few times under the water, I looked nervously back
towards the beach, if John wanted to fuck me in the sea
I wouldn’t stop him, in fact I was almost thinking of
making the first move.

John turned me so that the beach was behind me, he
stood close behind me and started kissing my neck, one
hand slipped under my arm and round to my breast,
rolling and pinching my nipple, his other hand slipped
down over my stomach and slipped down under the
waistband of my bikini bottoms, one finger slipped into
my inner place, “I see you’re very turned on darling!”

John’s finger was slipping easily into my very well
lubricated pussy, I felt my bikini bottoms slip down
over my hips, I went to look back over my shoulder but
John stopped me. John bent down and picked my bikini
bottoms off of my feet, he pressed the skimpy material
into my hand and then went back to finger fucking me. I
was driven expertly and rapidly through the early
stages of excitement and on to a powerful orgasm, I was
breathing so heavily that the extra air in my lungs
altered my buoyancy and my legs started floating to the

I had expected John to stop his magic finger action as
my lower body broke the surface of the sea but he
didn’t, I was in no position to stop him myself and
suddenly the men on the beach came into focus, upside
down but in focus, they were all standing in a line
watching John and I closely, I closed my eyes and
relaxed into a fantastic series of chained climaxes,
one leading immediately into the next and each one more
powerful than the last.

Time meant nothing to me in my ‘pleasure dome’, John
could have been finger-fucking me for five minutes or
an hour, I had little idea, it was actually closer to
an hour in the end when I finally stopped him, I didn’t
want to stop him but I was starting to get sore from
all the finger action and salt water, John stopped and
as my breathing regularized my legs sank back to the
sea bed. I took hold of John’s cock to reciprocate the
pleasure for him but he stopped me, he started to lead
me back onto the beach, I suddenly remembered my bikini
bottoms, they had slipped from my grasp a long time
ago. I just shrugged my shoulders and walked happily
onto the beach totally nude.

I scanned the beach, the men seemed to have divided
themselves equally amongst the few women that were
there, I had four men waiting for me and John made
five, each of the other women had four men sitting with
them and chatting with an occasional touch in the guise
of rubbing sun-lotion onto their bodies. I lay on my
towel being as careful as possible not to show too much
of my inner body to my entourage. After another bottle
of wine or two was passed around Kurt asked me if I
would like him to put some sun oil on me, I turned him
down then John kissed my cheek and kissed up to my ear
where he whispered, “Why not lie on your front and let
him oil your back?” John waited a moment then added,
“For me!”

I turned onto my stomach without saying anything and
John gave Kurt the nod to oil my back, Kurt’s fingers
were well trained and ever-so slightly magical, as John
and the three other men chatted away together Kurt’s
fingers worked oil into my back, I ended up purring
like a cat within minutes and kept drifting in and out
of sleep. Kurt didn’t touch me in any kind of
inappropriate way, I was certain that if he had
actually tried to massage oil down between my legs I
would not have actually stopped him, after all John had
asked me to let his new friend oil me, he didn’t say
how far I should let it go.

Around four in the afternoon things suddenly changed,
people were getting dressed and making a hasty march
toward the impromptu car park, I was still in a dreamy
state from my back massage and very disappointed that
Kurt hadn’t asked me to turn over for him. John had a
hurried conversation with one of the passing men; “He
said that the police patrol this beach around four
o’clock every day so we all have to go!”

I started to dress quickly but not fast enough, John
and I were the last two on the beach just as the police
launch slipped around the headland. John and I were
questioned and asked for passports and such, of course
we didn’t have them with us on the beach so the police
had to check with our hotel that we were who we said we
were, it wasn’t anything serious but it was a huge
inconvenience, I could see why everyone had beat a
hasty retreat. Another reason for the hasty retreat was
the failing light, by the time we reached the burnt out
tree it was so dark that it was difficult to follow the
tire impressions marking out the makeshift road.

I was horny as a bitch on heat, John had spent an age
masturbating me in the sea and that was a very nice
relief after so long with out sexual contact between us
but it didn’t totally take the edge off of my
frustration and I had just been very sensually massaged
for almost an hour by Kurt, I was definitely looking
forward to getting John into our apartment and getting
him to scratch the itch that had been building inside
of me all day.

It was a first for me but I made the first move on
John, he rejected me at first, I couldn’t understand
it, we hadn’t had marital relations for four months but
that was all because John was over-stretching himself
to give us a fortnight clear for our holiday,
eventually the bastard offered me a trade off, he’d
give in to my demands for sex if I let him have a
little fun first, I would have agreed to walking down
Main Street back home in the nude at that point if it
got me fucked.

John put a bath towel on the foot of the bed and told
me to undress and sit on the towel while he fetched
what he needed, when he returned he had a disposable
razor, a tin of shaving foam, a bowl of warm water and
a hand towel. He positioned me so that my bottom was
only just on the foot of the bed then he pushed me onto
my back, he lifter my legs and pushed my knees up
against my chest. He then asked me to hold my legs in
place, he gave my lower body a total soaking then he
covered my pussy mound, vagina and lower in foam. John
shaved my labia totally clean, then he shaved each side
of my pussy mound and across the top to form an
equilateral triangle, he was just about to clean off
the excess foam when he had another thought and carried
on the shaving down along the valley between my
buttocks he even removed the fine downy hairs that
covered the entrance to the valley.

John slapped my bottom playfully and told me to go and
have a shower while he popped down to the reception to
pick up some supplies. When I got out of the shower
John was sitting on the balcony, he had a large carrier
bag from what was laughingly called the hotel boutique.
I stepped out on to the balcony with a bath towel
wrapped around my body. John took me over to the
balcony which was a hand rail connected to the floor
with wrought iron staves, he opened the towel and
spread it over the hand rail to hide me from people
looking up, then he pushed me down so that my chest was
resting on the handrail.

My arms were laid out along each side of the handrail
and he took a bobbin of silk dressmaker’s chord from
the carrier bag and tied each of my wrists to the
handrail, cutting the chord to just longer than needed.
Then John crouched down behind me and pulled my legs
apart and tied my ankles to the bottom of the iron
staves, holding my legs wide apart, because of the
positioning of my body and legs my bottom was sticking
out into the balcony.

John stepped up behind me and started to fuck me very
forcefully and violently, he drove me to a climax with
just a few thrusts. I heard the door to the balcony of
the apartment on the right open and close, I was trying
desperately to keep quiet as John fucked me, I didn’t
manage very well. I turned my head to the right just in
time to see the guy in the next apartment look over the
banister and round the divider that was supposed to
provide us with privacy on our balcony. Our neighbor
stood there watching John and I fuck; I closed my eyes
so that I could get back to enjoying a well deserved
fucking from my husband.

As John started to spurt his wonderful load up into my
belly he was distracted by the sound of two stray dogs
fighting over the bins behind the tapas bar below our
balcony. “How would you like me to bring one of those
dogs up to clean you out?” I thought John was joking
and judging by the laughing from our neighbor standing
watching us, he thought John was joking too, hearing
the mans laughter reminded me that he had just watched
me being fucked, “Untie me now please!” I said.

John was still thinking about the dog and missed my
request so I repeated it slightly louder the next time.
I was quickly untied and wrapped the towel back around
my body. John was standing staring down into the yard
behind the tapas bar still watching the two dogs
fighting for ownership of the food scraps from the bars
bins, he was also talking to the guy next door in an
absent minded way.

“Hey darling, do you fancy a snack?” I was about to get
ready for bed, we hadn’t been up beyond nine o’clock
since we arrived in Greece. I walked back out onto the
balcony, “I’ve brought you a new dress and undies to
ware when we go out tonight!” He said, I took the dress
out of the bag, it was definitely a nighty not an
evening dress or a cocktail dress and the undies were
actually just a thong. I pointed out that I thought
that the dress he had brought me was actually meant for
wearing in bed not out in public but John told me it
would be fine, “I don’t see a bra!” I said.

“You don’t need one!”

I dressed in my new clothes and put on a pair of two
inch high, Cuban heeled shoes, John was still chatting
to the guy next door when I came out and gave John a
twirl, a little too fast as it turned out as the flimsy
material of the nighty flew up revealing my new thong
panties. John took in a deep breath but the guy next
door gave out a low whistle and said, “I’ve changed my
mind, I will take you up on that offer of a drink and

We met our neighbor in the hall, John introduced me to
the guy and of course himself too, the guy told us his
name was Alan, he shook John’s hand and kissed me on my
cheek, then we all walked together down to the tapas
bar. John ordered drinks, a mass of cold meat, chips
and dips and a ton of bread, he got a bottle of white
wine for me and bottles of strong larger for him and
Alan. After we had finished eating and I had drunk a
glass of wine John took a piece of meat and wandered
off around the side of the bar, when he returned the
alpha male stray dog was following him licking its

John ordered more beer and as we all sat chatting John
was throwing the dog pieces of the cold meat. The
waiter came out and chased the dog off; the waiter
didn’t stop until he had reached the edge of the
illuminated area of beach around the front of the tapas
bar. John picked up the wine bottle and his beer bottle
by their necks in his left hand then collected all the
rest of the cold meat on his right hand, he stood up
and offered me the crook of his left arm to link my arm
through, we walked off without saying goodbye to Allan
which I thought was a little rude but as it turned out
it wasn’t at all rude as Alan was following along just
behind us.

I expected John to take me back to the apartment but he
didn’t, he led me out along the beach, out into the
darkness, I noticed John moving the meet in his hand,
moving one piece from his closed hand to between his
thumb and forefinger, just then the dog appeared out of
the darkness and took the meat from John’s fingers. The
dog followed closely behind John, taking small pieces
of meat as we walked along.

At the end of the beach, where the sand turned into a
rocky foreshore John stopped, he had fed the dog all
the meat from the tapas bar, he stopped me walking then
stepped in front of me, I looked back, Alan was
settling down on a wall surrounding an olive grove, it
wasn’t easy to see him but the full moon was giving a
little light, enough to see that he had opened his
trousers and was massaging his cock as he waited for
John to start the show.

John lifted the back of my ‘dress’ to above waist
height with his left hand, then he slipped his right
hand down the back of my knickers and started rubbing
his hand all over my bottom, down into the valley
between my bum cheeks and past, he was kissing me all
the time, then he pushed my panties down over my hips
and they fell around my ankles.

John knelt down in front of me, kissing down over my
stomach and onto my pussy, he lifted my left foot and
slipped my panties off of my ankle, he placed my foot
back on the floor about a foot to the left, then he
picked up my right foot and did the same, he threw my
panties in Alan’s direction, then he stood back up, he
kissed me for a few minutes patting my bare bottom,
there was a sudden cold shudder running through my body
as the huge ugly dog started to sniff and lick around
my bottom.

John stopped kissing me and started to push my head
down, I knew what he wanted from me, he wanted a blow
job in front of Alan, I started to squat down to get to
his cock but John stopped me. “Keep your legs strait!”
He said.

I straightened up again and bent at the waist, I
started sucking John’s cock while the dog was licking
around my backside, the fat from the meat that John had
been carrying was what had interested the dog to lick
me but then the dog found more interesting things to
lick. John was working my pussy with his right hand
driving me to suck him harder and attracting the dog’s
tong to lick my vagina. John fired off into my mouth
and then his cock slipped from my mouth. I was just
about to stand up straight but John held me down, he
beckoned to Alan, I looked over, he was using my
panties to rub his cock but he wasn’t tying to climax.

Alan walked over to me with his cock still out, he
stepped up in front of my mouth and I took his cock in
and sucked it hungrily. While I was doing the business
on Alan’s cock John was kneeling by my side, opening me
up to the dog and encouraging it to lick deep into my
pussy, then he started massaging my clit as the dog
licked. My knees almost buckled under me as I went weak
with the muscle spasm of an incredible climax.

John kept me high until Alan climaxed into my mouth,
Alan let the pleasure of his climax get the better of
him and he tried to force his cock down my throat,
which almost made me black out. John pulled the dog off
of me and helped me to stand up, then he guided me to a
rock to sit on, the combined taste of two men’s cum in
my mouth was too much for me and I grabbed the bottle
of wine and took several large gulps of the alcohol.
“You okay Alan?” John asked.

“Absolutely fantastic!” Was the reply.

“Well then there is only one of us that needs taking
care of then now!” John said.

I looked around, there was only John and Alan in sight,
I thought that someone else had stumbled across our
little scene, then I realized that the third man was
the dammed dog. John took my hand and pulled it under
the dog, he placed my hand on the dog’s sheath and
started to pull it back and forth. The dog grew into my
hand and I gently started to jerk it off. The Dog’s
cock was massive, I was glad that John was happy for me
to give the dog a hand job, I didn’t relish the thought
of John making me blow the dog off too.

It was taking an absolute age to get the dog off, John
reached under him from behind and grasped his knot in
he palm firmly, the dog fired off in seconds, I was
glad I wasn’t sucking the dog for a second reason when
I saw how much cum he had in his balls. I took another
swig from the wine bottle and then John said good night
to Alan and guided me off to the apartment, as we left
the beach I could hear Alan telling the dog how good he
was as he fussed with the dog.

We went straight to bed and to sleep, nothing was said
on the walk back or before we went to sleep. The
morning was ripped into view at eight o’clock by the
sound of a barking dog. Alan had brought the dog back
to his apartment and it was on his balcony barking, I
looked out, the dog was standing looking over the
divider and onto our balcony, it felt like he was
mocking me.

There was still a week left of the holiday but that’s
all I have time to tell you about for now, there will
be more, you can help shape the future stories by
telling me what you’d like to see.