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

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Sunday was the quietest day of the week in the hotel complex, as many of the staff had the day off. So there were no shows or discos to go to in the evening or much going on during the day. Guests were very much left to their own devices. Of course, the bars and restaurants were open, and we could still get drinks delivered to our small private pool.The quietness suited us as we wanted a day together; just the two of us. We wanted to reconnect, and to talk; become a couple again. However, even without our future conversation, I felt more in love with Sarah, more alive. I didn’t regret last night, nor did I feel the urgency to reclaim her. To a chorus of smiles and giggles, I even joked that my cock was not the last in Sarah’s pussy, only to be reminded by my girlfriend that applied to her mouth as well… there were more giggles.This talk kept us happy, even aroused, as we left our early brunch and wandered around the rest of the complex. Sarah was on my arm, and her braless boobs gently bounced with each step. But for me, the more obvious thing was what was around her right ankle, the now ever-present thin gold chain… Her anklet.In my head, it was a glinting advertisement; it was saying she was free to have sex with anybody. Though, the rational part of my mind knew every heterosexual man would not notice it there, as their eyes wouldn’t get past my girlfriend’s wobbling tits.We went up the observation tower stairs and took in the view. As we walked to the window, I couldn’t help looking to see if there was a dry cum stain on the floor where Sarah’s voyeur had been sitting. There wasn’t, but she saw me looking and quietly giggled. It was also a reminder to me that we had to talk.Much to Sarah’s frustration, I read every word in English that told us about the view and the wildlife. When we left, I certainly had the impression that she had preferred last night and being observed, rather than gazing out the windows and taking in the natural beauty with me.We then explored the two little shops inside the hotel, one sold newspapers and gifts, and the other, clothes. We both bought ourselves a sarong, Sarah’s white, with blue edging, mine the reverse, blue with white edging.Arms still wrapped around each other, we walked to the far side of the complex to see the second swimming pool and the other small bars and food outlets that were scattered around it. There were more people there, certainly, more swimming as the pool was partially setup to swim lengths, unlike the swimming pool near us or the still-to-be-explored nude pool.  Today it felt different. It felt like we were closer and yet on the prowl. We were now officially swingers, as we had now swapped partners twice, with another much older couple. However, it was when we started the return journey towards our apartment and our little pool that we bumped into, perhaps the last person Sarah wanted to meet. It was Kurt, last night’s voyeur.“Sarah,” he said in very good English, as his eyes naturally darted down towards her breasts, her nipples just visible as they pressed against the white T-shirt material.A red-faced Sarah introduced me as David, her boyfriend.“No Don?” Kurt asked. It was a question which made Sarah’s red face glow a little brighter.It was left to me to explain to Kurt that Don was our friend and that occasionally we swapped partners, though we didn’t consider ourselves full swingers as we had only just dipped one toe into the water this week. I think he got the gist, well, at least he smiled.Kurt was wearing only wet blue swimming trunks and a towel over his shoulders. He told us he had been at the pool swimming lengths. He was certainly fit, and he went on to explain that he was going back to his hotel to change for lunch. As he did so, he pointed to the room three floors above us. It was on the hotel’s top floor.“That is my room, number three-zero-six. Why don’t you both come up to see the view from my balcony? It is even better than the observation tower.” I stifled a laugh. Sarah had had enough of the observation tower, and especially of me taking in the view from it.“I thought the observation tower view was pretty good,” I replied, whilst grinning.I had deliberately chosen those exact words for both Kurt’s and Sarah’s benefit. Wondering if either would get it, and smile. Sarah did, but no smile. Instead, I got a hard stare. It was only then I realised, normally, I would be receiving a nudge.“Have you tried the Raki?” Kurt asked. He had not picked up on my observation tower comment; maybe he didn’t get the English humour.“I have some if you want to try it; I believe it’s the Cretan tradition,” Kurt suggested. His eyes were still on Sarah’s breasts and it felt like I was showing her off. I liked that!“Kurt isn’t Raki, a type of wine? I don’t think I have ever tried it.”“It is a bit stronger than wine; I think it is a clear brandy, but I’m not sure.”     “It is a bit early,” I replied, “But it is up to Sarah.”I looked at her. She hadn’t said anything since I had introduced myself. I knew I had just put her on the spot, but I was happy either way. I wanted to spend time with Sarah and Sex hikayeleri talk. But this was an opportunity for further experimentation and a chat with a known voyeur. Maybe we would learn something new.She looked at me. Was she looking for what I wanted to do, instruction?I remained mute. The choice was entirely up to Sarah; but there was no way I was going to let Kurt fuck her, even if we had a condom.Sarah found her voice. “It is, as David said, a bit early for strong drinks, so can we have a rain check instead?”“A rain check?” Kurt queried, this time looking at Sarah’s face.He seemed not to understand, as he looked to the skies and said, “There is no rain.”Maybe this was German humour, but Sarah jumped in before we had a chance to laugh.“Can we do this another time? We are out tonight and after yesterday, I think a day of not drinking alcohol is a good idea.”“Kurt, when do you leave?” I asked before he had answered my girlfriend’s question.He confirmed he left the day after us. We said we see him around without setting a time and a place for our get-together.  With that, we moved on. I don’t know what Sarah was thinking about Kurt. I planned to talk about it later. What I did know as we walked away was Kurt was still watching Sarah, so I let my hand slip down as we walked until it rested on her tight bottom, and then I squeezed it.She was mine. ***** We did not go to the nude pool or the beach. Instead, we took a risk and sunbathed naked at our apartment hidden behind a windbreak and two flowering bushes. Later, we dipped in the pool, Sarah now just in her white bikini bottom and me in my smallest swimming costume, which was huge in comparison to what my girlfriend was wearing.As the clock reached two and with the afternoon sun getting the better of us, I went to the pool bar and ordered lunch, swordfish, salad, fries and a bottle of fizzy wine. Yes, alcohol, despite what Sarah had earlier said… After all, we were on holiday!They delivered everything to us as we sat in our chill-out area, both of us with our new sarongs wrapped around our lower halves, Sarah not bothering to cover her bare breasts; instead, she chose to entertain the waiter.With lunch consumed, we retired to our small pool. The large fizzy wine bottle was now being chilled in a specially designed ice bucket. For the flotation, I used a child’s inflatable ring and wedged inside it was a large, yellow beach bucket full of ice.As we toasted ourselves for the second time, I pointed towards the bobbing wine cooler.“Luckily, you are going out with a gifted design engineer,” I teased. “Who else here has their very own floating wine bucket to keep their wine bottle cool?”Rather surprisingly it earned me my first proper nudge of the day, but I just chuckled as I didn’t care. Whatever Sarah thought, it was a clever bit of engineering.With no sign of Don and Ashley, and our ice bucket bobbing away, the conversation turned towards our future together and, of course, Clare.Our serious talk had started.“We need to talk about last night and Clare,” I whispered. My left arm was around Sarah, holding her close. As the sun bronzed our bodies, we were sitting in our apartment pool, watching my great bit of engineering bob up and down.“What more is there to say about Clare?” Sarah softly replied. “I like her. I have accepted her, and as I have already told you, David; she could be part of our future. That is, if she wants to be. You have to remember Clare is on her own sexual adventure, and it is not just the two of us who are on one.”I pulled her close and hugged her. I knew this was all still new to us, a relationship of three and our two nights of swinging.“I want Clare to be part of our lives,” I absently minded said, my eyes never leaving the bobbing ice bucket. “You know, both of you have very similar visions of your future,” I then more strongly said.Sarah looked at me. She didn’t know; I didn’t normally share my girlfriend’s private conversations.That was one of my rules!   “Ask her when you next chat,” I added. I wanted my two girlfriends to carry on talking to one another as I saw it as only a good thing if we wanted to live all together.We just both sat there, listening to the quietness, enjoying the wine.“David,” Sarah quietly said, as she broke the silence. “This is the best holiday I have ever had. I needed this time with you, and you need to know not to worry about me and Clare. I think we will be fine, and I am planning to spend some private time with her when we get home. I do want to get to know her a little better.”“Really!” I exclaimed, my mind firmly in the gutter.“Not that, David!” Sarah laughed, and she then re-enforced that answer with her elbow, as she gave me a little nudge. The ripple made our wine bucket bob a little faster. “I not ready for that type of relationship,” she added. “And if I was, it would be unlikely to be Clare as she knows my family and anyway; she already has two girlfriends!”Despite the elbow, I chuckled. It was an honest reply and one I found hard to argue with, so I let the subject go.“And Don,” I asked. “Do you want to carry on Sikiş hikayeleri seeing him during this holiday? They are only here for another three full days.”    Sarah didn’t straight away answer my question; she put her drink down and straddled my lap facing me and then started to kiss me. Her bare breasts and their hard nipples pressed into my chest. The action reminded my cock that we still had not had sex today. It became erect. We both wanted sex, but I was still putting off reclaiming my girlfriend. It had become a little game.“Yes, I want to carry on with Don,” she replied between kisses. “As you said, they are only here for a few more days, and I want to experiment some more. David, are you okay with that?”I felt my penis pulse at the answer; I knew I should say more, but my cock was once again thinking for me and I needed to bide some time. So I asked something completely different…Well, maybe not quite so completely different.“Sarah,” I whispered, my mouth close to her ear. “What are your five biggest sexual fantasies?”“I’m not telling you,” she giggled and then nudged me to make sure I got the message as we sat there in the water, smiling at one another.“But now you mention it,” Sarah replied, whilst grinning. “What are yours?”I chuckled, “You and Clare!”It was an instant reply, and I was sure I could not go wrong with that answer until I got another nudge.“People don’t count!”My surprised reaction made Sarah giggle. She climbed off me, and once again we cuddled up.“But at least you got our names the right way around and just for your health. You need to always remember that I am girlfriend number one!”I smiled; then kissed her.Sarah was girlfriend number one, and sometimes she liked to remind me of that fact, but the truth was I liked it when she told me. It reminded me she was special, my first true girlfriend. If I had my way, I would have her tell me every day we were together, in our own house, the one which we shared with Clare.“Okay,” I said. “I go first… You like older men.” I was trying to be clever by mentioning one of Sarah’s known sexual preferences, but she just started giggling.“David, I never thought of you as being into older men.” Sarah giggled, “Oh and you wait when I tell Clare that you are bisexual… and I better warn Don!”Another burst of giggling filled my ears, and I nudged Sarah. That was a first! But it seemed she was immune to nudges as her giggles just turned into laughter.  In the end, I left her in her giggling fit and I went to use the bathroom. Then I got my camera. I took a photo of a still somewhat playful Sarah in our pool.“That will make a nice holiday photo to show your parents,” I remarked as the camera went CLICK for the second time. I had made sure that Sarah’s breasts were very much to the fore.“You wouldn’t!” Sarah exclaimed.I smiled, and we reached an unspoken impasse as I stepped back into the pool, the camera now resting close by on the chill-out area table. It was there, just waiting, to take another shot of the half-naked Sarah.“As I said, for YOU Sarah; the first of YOUR sexual fantasy list is older men.”“Oh, you meant me,” Sarah grinned, then added whilst still grinning. “I wouldn’t put that at number one, even if they had a big cock.” Sarah giggled again. “Actually, even then I am not sure that makes my top five!”Another giggle came from Sarah; she was in a very playful mood.I picked up the camera, CLICK, but Sarah didn’t seem to care. She even lifted herself to make sure her bare breasts were above the water and helped herself to another glass of fizzy wine. CLICK, I took a photo of my clever, floating ice bucket with Sarah’s body next to it.“Okay,” Sarah replied. “You really want to know my five biggest sexual fantasies?”I nodded. Then I stuck my tongue out and left it hanging, before panting. I was pretending to be a dog begging for a bone.  Sarah giggled again and then nudged me to stop me from being an idiot. That gentle reminder led me to say something more to the point…“I think for our future it is important to understand the other’s sexual desires, our kinks, our fantasies. I know I might sometimes act like an idiot, but I have learned one thing. We need to talk and be open and honest with each other.”“You sure it is only sometimes?” Sarah giggled, “I’m being open and honest with you!”I smiled, though her reply tempted me to nudge her for a second time!Sarah then agreed with me.“We take it in turns though, and being seduced by an older man is at best only number seven on my list. Well, at the moment. My lower-order ones tend to change. But you are right on one thing; I do prefer sex with older men, like Don… and Jerry.”I realised either Sarah had been thinking about this, or perhaps, and maybe more likely, she was hinting she preferred sex with Don to a younger man like me!I just couldn’t tell.Sarah then said, “So, number five, a threesome with two men.”I grinned and got a gentle nudge for my efforts.Sarah continued, “I would think that is quite a common sex dream for a girl. I have always liked the idea, especially if they have nice size cocks. But I have to say, Erotik hikaye I could easily add another five to my list without thinking too much.”“Shaved pussy,” I quickly replied, which caught Sarah a little off guard. She hadn’t expected such a quick reply.“I would have thought that would have been number one on your list the way you keep going on about it!” Sarah remarked.“You know my next one already. Exhibitionism in general but I do particularly like the idea of doing a photo shoot for a men’s top-shelf magazine. That always gets me hot, as you well know.”I smiled. I did know, but it brought me to Kurt and our chance meeting this morning.“Later in the holiday; do you want to go to Kurt’s apartment and try his Raki?”Sarah giggled again and then nudged me. “Do you want me to?”“I thought you seemed keen to do something with Don in front of Kurt, so why not do something with your boyfriend?”“It could be fun,” I then added.“You won’t get jealous?”“I can’t promise that, but I am pushing myself and trying to understand my boundaries. You know; what works for me, and what doesn’t.”Sarah thought about it, and then a little smile crept across her face.“Okay, but let’s wait until Don and Ashley have gone home and then talk again about Kurt.”We moved back to our sexual fantasy list…“Girls who act slutty, that is a big sexual turn-on for me and always has been. Sorry.”I was thinking of Clare. But I then realised that during this holiday Sarah was dressing and acting just as slutty as Clare and maybe even more so. I hoped she wasn’t just dressing sexier because she saw Clare as her rival. I wanted her to dress like that for herself and, of course, also for her boyfriend, namely me.I noticed Sarah was looking at me and thought I needed to say something to clarify.“It’s just a sexual fantasy, Sarah.”“David, you know this all stops when we get home. I can’t dress and act like a slut there. I have friends and, most importantly a family. They will disown me if they knew; I already had my one warning.”She was talking about Jerry.Sarah paused, the mood suddenly more serious. “I can only do this when we are away and, most importantly; only if you want me to!”“I know…” I quietly replied. I knew she was right.But I could not help grinning as Sarah kept looking at me. She was thinking and took another sip of her fizzy wine before starting to grin too. We had re-established the playful mood, and we both knew things were never going to be exactly the same when we got home and, importantly, neither of us wanted them to be!I had already realised that the arrival of Clare had accelerated what had already been within my girlfriend. That Sarah, who existed at the end with Jerry, had now extinguished, and what was returning was a more grown-up version of the Sarah that had been with Jerry.  “Your turn,” I said after a quick break and a kiss.“The next one I am going to mention is probably number one on the list, as the other two will almost certainly remain just fantasies. But this one is something I have already half-explored.”Sarah stopped and grinned. She was holding the stage, waiting for me to say something…I bit.“Come on, tell me.” I was salivating. Sarah’s hands brushed my cock. It was erect and had been ever since we started our talk, and that was especially true as soon as we touched on our sexual fantasies.  “Take your trunks down,” Sarah requested. “I want to sit on you.”“You are reclaiming me?” I grinned.Sarah giggled, “Maybe!”I did as asked and my cock groaned as Sarah pulled her bikini gusset aside and impaled herself on me.“Risky sex,” I said as my cock slid into Sarah’s pussy.“Nope, that is maybe at number six, and while I’m at it…” We both started giggling at Sarah’s double entendre. “Being covered with cum, anal sex, a one-night stand and being fucked by a large cock are all outside my top five. But my sexual fantasies change with situations, like right now, risky sex feels higher on my list.”Sarah started moving up and down on me a little faster. It made my cock pulse.As we slowly moved together in our pool, part of my mind switched to the floating wine bucket and I hoped it didn’t capsize, but most of me was enjoying the new sensation, of sex in water and being intrigued by what my girlfriend had just said.What were Sarah’s current top three? I asked myself. I had a feeling I knew what was number one, but as for the other two. I had no idea.“So number one is having sex with another woman, or even women. You already knew that, David.”I did.“It is easily my biggest sexual fantasy and one that has never changed, though number two sometimes runs it close.” Sarah paused, both her words and our sex now stopped. She was collecting her thoughts.“David, it scares me too, that I could be like Clare, bisexual. All my life I have always repressed that pull to have sex with another woman, but Clare, and you, have got me thinking about it again. I am now seriously considering fully exploring that desire with Ashley…”“David, would you be okay with that?”“Yes,” I softly replied, “As long as you are wearing your anklet; as per my rules.”My brain was not the only thing giving Sarah its approval. My cock was too, as we slowly started to fuck once again in our small private pool. It was risky sex. It was exciting sex; currently number six on Sarah’s fantasy list. But I didn’t want to cum in the pool and even more importantly…

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