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By *anes Hubby OP Couple
over a year ago
Babbacombe Torquay |
The following isn't actually fiction, it's part of my first draft of a web blog I'm planning to publish online when it's complete. It's an entirely true rendition of how Jane and I got into the scene over a decade ago, I've decided to tell our account now as we are coming to the end of our cuckold adventure after years of wonderful experiences.
My web blog is going to called 'One flew over the cuckolds nest' and should be complete by the autumn.....
It's 2006....Jane and I have often spent the whole of January in the Canaries, but in this particular year we decided to take a rare September holiday instead, and after getting a tip from a neighbour booked a small villa on the Greek island of Paxos for 28 nights. Loggos is a small unspoilt village on the Northeast of the island, no Five star hotels here, just a splattering of villas and quaint bars and restaurants.
The holiday never started well, the villa was lovely, positioned on an old vineyard terrace with two villas on the terraces below us. The downside being the empty swimming pool we found on our arrival at the villa.
With temperatures reaching around 38c in the afternoons a pool is a necessity, so we started our month's holiday on a bad note, with the owner promising to have the pool cleaned and filled in a couple of weeks.
However, we enjoyed some great sunbathing in the total privacy of our Sun terrace as we were not overlooked by any other properties. We also had a perfect view of the spacious villa on the terrace below, and looked on with envy at the splendour of the sprawling grounds and incredible pool it had.
We've always been people watchers, a right nosey pair of sods if truth were to be to be told, and Jane told me all about "the family" in the villa below, she couldn't quite make them out as there were three of them, one older guy in his late sixties, a chubby but very attractive redhead woman who was possibly in her early fifties and a younger tanned guy in his early thirties who we at first guessed was their son.
With little else to do in the lazy sunny afternoons but to sunbathe and people watch, and the 'family' below us the only people to actually watch as there was absolutely no one else around, we took to watching them, even making up a name for them and christened them the "Jones family".
Jane became increasingly curious about them as the days wore on, she couldn't make them out, we at first guessed that they were Husband, Wife, and Son...but as Jane pointed out that was unlikely as the 'dad' had blonde hair, 'mum' had red hair, and 'son' had jet black hair and looked very Greek with his dark tan.
When the Greek owner of the villa we were renting came to clean the empty pool on the third day Jane asked him about the lovely villa below us, he told her that the owners were a Dutch couple and they were 'very strange'.
The next morning we walked into Loggos to pick up some groceries, it was the best time of day to go as the afternoons were impossibly hot, and going down the hill we passed the Dutch 'family', coming up. The younger guy and 'mum' were walking together, laughing and joking and 'dad' followed behind struggling with a heavy shopping bag in each hand and a rucksack on his back with baguettes sticking out of the top.
They bid us good morning in pigeon English as we passed and Jane couldn't wait to say to me how disgusting it was to see the older guy struggling with all those groceries while his 'son' carried nothing, and we made our way into the village below.
That afternoon, back at our villa I was preparing a late lunch in the kitchen, Jane had been on the Sun terrace in her bikini and scurried into the kitchen to tell me the latest news she had on the 'Jones family'......It wasn't the older guy who was the partner of 'mum' after all exclaimed Jane, it couldn't be as she had been watching them at the pool and 'sonny' had been giving 'mum' a very intimate massage with sun oils and finished by kissing her passionately!
Well that blew our earlier theory out of the water about the Jones family, the older guy was more likely a friend or maybe a brother of 'mum'.
And that's how we thought it to be for the rest of the week until a few days later we bumped into them one evening in the Taxidi Bar in the village, 'mum' and the older guy were dancing together and there was no sign of the younger chap, then as we sat at our table watching they kissed at the end of the song.
That threw us, who exactly was with who?...
Was 'mum' married to either of them?, we were now totally confused.
They waved to us as they came back to their table alongside ours, and introduced themselves as Rudi and Tia from Holland, and asked how we were enjoying our holiday. Jane being mischievous asked if the younger guy was their son and they laughed, no they exclaimed, he was called Pepi, a local Greek, and he was just a friend from the village.
I could see that Jane was a little shocked, and we didn't dig further. But they turned out to be good company and the next day invited us to share their pool as it was going to be extremely hot and they knew our pool was out of action.
I'd already planned to go on a bike ride, so Jane walked down to to their villa and in the early evening Tia drove her back in their old Citroen.
Jane was full of beans, didn't want to bother with dinner, just wanted to sit down with me to tell me about the 'mental afternoon' she had spent with the Dutch Jones's.
She could barely tell without bursting out in giggles, she said her eyes had been truly opened to the point that what she witnessed had possibly been burnt into her memory forever.
Rudi had been little more than a servant to Tia and Pepi, with the young Greek being quite rude to him at times, Rudi would fetch them all drinks around the pool when told to by Pepi, and Tia was the most insufferable flirt that Jane had ever met, she described Tia as being like a bad rash all over the young Greek.
She watched as Tia rubbed oil all over Pepi, and told how when he turned over he had such a hard on he was almost bursting out of his trunks, and Tia giggled as she covered his crotch area with a towel to hide it.
Jane went into the lounge of their villa to cool down as the sun got hotter, and started to chat with Rudi, now Jane has always been a nosey bitch and couldn't help but press Rudi on the situation with Pepi.
She asked how they knew the young Greek, and Rudi just came out with how Pepi was his wife's lover, and how it was perfectly alright with him and how it was a natural part of their relationship and lifestyle.
Jane was shocked to the core by the revelation, and started to regret asking in the first place, Rudi hoped he hadn't upset Jane by being honest but Jane wasn't upset...just amazed.
However shocked Jane had claimed that she was, it had clearly turned her on and she soon had me unzipped and was grinding into me, riding my cock like she had never ridden it before.
We talked about it into the early hours, I don't think that Jane had ever been so shocked and enthralled about anything before, and we fucked time and time again until the sun came up and until I couldn't get it up anymore.
We never saw the Dutch Jones's for a few days, but Jane couldn't stop talking about their strange relationship. The sex we enjoyed that week was possibly the best we'd had in our whole marriage, and Jane was never to be the same again.
Later that week our pool was filled, and we could finally enjoy our villa to its full extent.
On the Sunday we went down to 'Ben's Bar' for their hog-roast evening, and came across Rudi drinking alone, apparently Tia was out with Pepi at a disco, and so we sat with him to keep him company.
Rudi apologised for possibly shocking Jane with what he had told her, but went on to tell us how they were a cuckold couple, we had never even heard of the word cuckold before, but he slowly explained how Tia had enjoyed several lovers during their long marriage and how he felt far from betrayed as he found it to be gloriously enjoyable.
I really couldn't get my head around it but Jane looked fixated as Rudi spilt the beans on their lifestyle. I thought it was maybe the wine talking when Jane announced to Rudi how fantastic their marriage sounded and described his wife as "lucky Tia".
Later in bed Jane was like a woman possessed by the devil, she babbled on like a wild banshee as she rode my cock, I'd never known her to be so wet, and she soaked both me and the bed to the extent that the mattress had to be dried out in the sun the next day.
A few days later Rudi asked if I'd like to go to see the Antheos ruins on the island as he knew I liked ancient archeology , Jane went to theirs for the day and Rudi and I set off in his ancient Citroen 2cv.
When we got back that afternoon Pepi had left to go back to the village, and Tia and Jane, clearly a little pissed with god knows how many bottles of wine were sitting on sun beds around the pool totally naked, giggling like schoolgirls.
I can honestly say that Jane and I had enjoyed a good sex life up to this point but Jane had barely ventured into little more than topless sunbathing in public until that day and would never have dared to be naked in front of strangers.
Jane came over and sat on my lap, giving me a passionate kiss, which ordinarily she never would have done in front of anyone....ever.
She giggled as she said "Tia's been a very naughty girl", and Tia laughed and feigned a shocked look and answered "Who me?"
"Your lovely Jane is a new woman" she exclaimed..."She has had the most beautiful afternoon with me"
Jane just wriggled on my lap and kept kissing my neck and face.
"Tia was VERY naughty with me" Jane blurted out as she writhed on me, and promised to tell me later.
I felt a little bit awkward really and suggested we went back to our villa for Jane to sleep off the wine so we did. But Jane was never going to sleep anything off once back at ours, and couldn't wait to tell me how bad she'd been, and how she hoped I wasn't disgusted with her.
Apparently Tia and Pepi had been oiling each other up by the pool, nature had taken its course and they had both reached boiling point and had scurried off inside to be more intimate in private.
Jane could clearly hear their moans and groans, and as she said "I don't know why....I don't know what made me do it"....."I just couldn't help going into the villa"
Apparently as Jane went into the lounge Tia started calling Jane's name, well we will never know if Jane made that bit up, but she swears she was beckoned by Tia into the bedroom.
"Jane...sit please"....."Please sit and watch us"
More to follow......If anyone might be interested in hearing more that is.
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it’s certainly got me hard at the thought of what will happening next 
