Straight Or Bi? Who Cares, I’m Loving It All

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I was shattered. Well, I suppose shagged out would be more accurate.Gary wanted me to describe my time with Emre more and more, and he also had the pics of me with Hakan to look at. So, I didn’t get much of a rest, to be honest.He was a little anxious about me wanting some more from Emre because he knew him quite well, and we would have to keep the fact that we are married from Emre. Awkward. But I didn’t half want to feel his lovely cock inside me again.The ball was firmly in hubby’s court as far as that one goes.But I had plenty of other things to think about. My week in the UK with Yvonne was looming, and I had also received a message from Ozlem which sounded interesting after Gary translated it for me. Her husband was working away from home and she was asking if I could go and stay with her.I wasn’t sure if I had the time or the money for that. It would mean a flight to Ankara because it’s too far to drive for me on my own. But I certainly had the inclination, recalling her very slim body and the great sex we enjoyed together.Gary must have been keen on the idea because he checked out the flights for me. It was only £80 return, and there was a flight every day.He wrote out a message for me to send to her in his best Turkish, saying that I was coming in two days time, and asked was it OK if I stopped for two nights, please?So, I was off on another exciting adventure. Gary dropped me at the airport and wished me well with a glint in his eye. The first time with Ozlem had been so good and I couldn’t wait to get some more of the same.I had dressed sensibly in a t-shirt and jeans and some comfortable flat shoes. The flight was uneventful and short, and I only had hand luggage so that I was out in the arrivals hall very quickly.And there she was, in front of everybody, smiling and waving wildly at me. She was also in jeans and a t-shirt, and as I got closer, I could tell she was not wearing a bra. Her little nipples were standing proud against the bright orange material.That really surprised me. After all, I was in the capital city of Turkey, and I’d expected to see most of the ladies in traditional dress with headscarves. But how wrong I was. Everything looked very westernised and European.We had a lovely hug, perhaps a little too much in front of everyone, but she felt and smelt wonderful. She was so strong for such a small frame. And those wonderful dark eyes were smiling at me. I felt a shiver run down my spine at the thought of what was to come.We had to take two buses. That gave me a good view of the city. A conversation, of course, was very difficult. But my limited Turkish was better than Ozlem’s English, and we managed OK. I found out that she could drive and had a car, but she hates the traffic.The two bus journeys were quite long, and we arrived at Ozlem’s apartment about ninety minutes later, just before 7 pm. I had seen what she meant about the traffic. It was bedlam.It was a lovely apartment on the eighth floor of a large tower block. She showed me into the living area which was surprisingly large and beautifully furnished.Asking if I was hungry, she suggested I showered and tidied up while she prepared a meal. Most of all this was done by miming more than talking, but I was quite surprised how well I was doing with my Turkish.I wanted to look my best for her, so after showering, putting my make up on, and seeing to my hair, I chose a peach and burgundy set of undies and a little black dress. I felt good.Ozlem had cooked a lovely meal of aubergine and cheese with copious amounts of salad. It was delicious, and we washed it down with a glass of white wine each.She cleared the table, put everything in a dishwasher, and excused herself while she went to get changed.I helped myself to another glass of wine while I waited for her. She seemed to take ages, but that was probably more because of my impatience than anything else. I tried to imagine what she would dress like and hoped it would be something to show off her lovely slim body.What a sight met my eyes when she came back into the living area! She clearly wanted to make it clear almanbahis what we were going to get up to. Just a bright red baby doll that was almost see-through. She had done her make up too and she looked absolutely ravishing.She stood right in front of me and gave me a twirl, sort of asking my opinion or approval. So, I stood up, wrapped my arms around her, and pulled her down onto the settee with me. There was no resistance, so it was easy.I told her in my best Turkish that she was beautiful, then kissed her full on the lips. Our tongues were soon flicking each other, and I ran my hands up and down as much of her slim body as I could. At the same time, her hand went up inside my little black dress, which I wished I hadn’t put on at all now, and I felt her fingers begin to explore.She looked great, she smelt wonderful, and those soulful dark eyes of hers were smiling at me.Ozlem got off the settee, pulled me up and led me to another room that I hadn’t seen before. It turned out to be what I would call her playroom. It was quite small but had a three quarter size bed, mirrors all around the walls, and a cupboard with drawers that were packed full of toys and sexy underwear.I pulled her baby doll over her head and threw it to one side as she was getting a big black dildo out of the drawer. She turned around and put the dildo up inside my dress, which I now couldn’t get out of quick enough. She put it down and helped me strip naked.As we lay down together on the bed, tongues flicking once again, I quickly snatched the dildo, found the switch to start it vibrating and ran it all around those lovely little red nipples of hers.We then started on what I can only describe as a full-on passionate session. We were all over each other. We did a sixty-nine, we tried three different toys, we licked each other all over, and of course, rode each other with our pussies pressed hard together.I tasted her sweet juices, she tasted mine as we both came over and over again. I scarcely looked at our reflections in all the mirrors. I was too busy admiring the contours of her lovely slim body. It was flawless and completely hairless. She was almost like a little doll, but so strong too. The muscles in her skinny arms and legs were very well-formed and I assumed that she must be into using a gym regularly.Ozlem and I stayed in that three-quarter bed until morning just kissing cuddling and fondling in between sleep. I felt absolutely invigorated when morning came, so when she got another toy out and started running it all around my bumhole and pussy, I didn’t complain and just let her bring me to yet another orgasm.I wanted to do the same to her, but she got up, saying that she had to go and make breakfast and that we were going out later.Breakfast was just toast and honey, then we both went upstairs to get ready. Apparently we were going to do a bit of shopping and then meet up with a friend of hers for lunch.This time Ozlem drove. She had a little Fiat Uno which had seen better days, but it was a lot quicker and more comfortable than a bus, and she knew the road well.We were both in t-shirts and jeans again and we went to several clothes shops. Neither of us bought anything. I had limited space in my luggage. But it was interesting for me because the prices were so much lower than I was used to. One of the disadvantages of living in a tourist area I suppose.She led me to a restaurant, where we found a table and were joined almost at once by her friend Deniz. She introduced herself in perfect English to me. So, Ozlem had cleverly arranged to meet her friend so that we could talk more with the use of an interpreter.Deniz taught English at a local school, and while we all munched our way through a cheese salad, I found out a lot more about Ozlem, as she did about me.There were lots of questions flying back and forth, but nothing remotely connected to sex until this one from Ozlem. “So, your husband is perfectly OK with everything you do, JIll?”I told her through Deniz that he was, and he liked to hear about it all. And as I said, “in fact, it all turns him on,” almanbahis yeni giriş I felt Deniz’s hand on my leg, and she looked at me as she translated it for Ozlem.So Deniz was not just Ozlem’s friend and interpreter. She was her regular girlfriend too. And the prospect of a girlie threesome was definitely there.Deniz was not the sort of girl I would normally be attracted to. She was a little butch, with short mousy hair, and was quite overweight. Probably a size 16. But she did have a big pair of boobs by the looks of it.We finished our meals, settled the bill, and twenty minutes later we were all back at Ozlem’s apartment. The atmosphere was electric as Ozlem led us into her playroom.There was no stripping each other. We just all got our kit off as quickly as we could. I don’t know if it had all been planned, but the two of them got me first. Ozlem was between my legs with her tongue and fingers, and I had Deniz’s very ample tits in my mouth and hands.Then they swapped around, and Ozlem lowered her lovely pussy onto my face as Deniz worked a very large vibrator up my pussy while licking me all around my pussy lips.I was completely and utterly lost in passion. I had cum after cum. They were both experts and knew all the right moves and spots.But there was so much more to come. Deniz was the next recipient of it all as Ozlem and I went to town on her. Her big tummy, bum and hips were all forgotten about as we brought her to some very noisy cums.Then, of course, it was Ozlem’s turn. This was the bit I had been waiting for. Deniz and I swapped about a lot, but the best bit for me was when I straddled Ozlem and ground our two pussies together while she licked Deniz’s pussy. Deniz played with her own tits at the same time, and it was a great sight to behold.The three of us orgasmed all at the same time. The noise and language were amazing. Eventually, we collapsed on the bed, and then spent ages just touching and cuddling each other.Deniz was the first to rise. She had to go, so she showered, got dressed and left. I thanked her for being so helpful. I meant with the language, but from her reaction, I think she thought I was talking about the many cums.That was the last I saw of Deniz. Presumably, she had to go to work the next day. But I still had Ozlem all to myself now, and another night to stay before I made my way back home.I had discovered a lot about Ozlem through talking to Deniz. She wasn’t in a particularly happy marriage. Deniz had introduced her to the joys of bi sex about three years ago, and they were regular partners. But I was the only other female she had ever had.Ali, her husband, was more into swinging, but that had always been straight swapping of partners, and she had never had any say and had to do whatever Ali said. This had meant that she had a lot of experience with other men, but not many of them were good experiences.She now thought of herself more as a lesbian. The sex between her and her hubby had almost dried up.So, for the rest of that day, we talked, and we did manage to understand each other pretty well. There were lots of cuddles, and sometimes tears when she talked about her marriage. Her beautiful dark eyes still looked great even though they were sad eyes now.We went to bed early, and this time Ozlem invited me into her own bedroom. We didn’t need any of the toys that were in the other room. We just had lots and lots of naked cuddles which eventually led to another frantic session. We went on for hours, just stopping for the odd drink and a cigarette for me.Several times she said, “Seni seviyorum,” which I knew meant. “I love you.” But it’s a strange one because it can also mean, “I like you a lot.”We drifted off to sleep in each other’s arms, and neither of us woke until the morning. We just had time for another lovely session together before I had to get ready for my journey to the airport. But it was the best session of all. We just licked each other everywhere. I don’t think either of us missed an inch.Personally I love having the backs of my legs licked. All the way up, but especially almanbahis giriş in the bend behind the knee. Ozlem’s special places (apart from the obvious ones) were behind her ears and all around her neck and shoulders.We built ourselves up into a frenzy with all that, so that when we got down to a sixty-nine, we both came almost immediately. Ozlem learnt a bit more English as I told her that she was, “Fucking fantastic.”She escorted me on the two buses to the airport, and we had a tearful cuddle and kiss as we said our goodbyes. We both wanted to see each other again, and I asked her to let me know as soon as she knew her hubby would be away again.What I didn’t know was what Deniz would make of it all. She had gone into the threesome very willingly, but I had the feeling that she would still want Ozlem to herself, and I was pretty sure that what we had together was a little more than just sex.Gary was waiting for me at the airport, and of course, wanted to know all the details. I told him that he would have to wait until we were home. The drive back to our villa has some very dangerous bends on the roads and I didn’t want him to be lacking in concentration. I just said that I had had an awesome time.So, the journey was uneventful, and we got back to our place at about 7.30 pm. There were two very big surprises for me when we arrived.Firstly, who should be there sitting comfortably in our lounge but Emre, the log man. And he was watching the DVD of me being royally fucked by the two studs at Mike’s place.Gary quickly explained that Emre had phoned him asking for another date with the “friend” he had set him up with because she was, “fantastic in bed.” So Gary had come clean and admitted that it was his wife and that he was perfectly OK with it all as long as he kept his mouth shut.The second surprise was the lovely smell of an Indian take away being kept warm in the oven. I was famished, so we ended up making polite conversation while we ate our dinners, washed down with some lovely cold beer.I left the two of them clearing up and chatting while I excused myself and went to shower and change. I really fancied having that lovely cock of Emre’s again, so I just put on a pair of panties and wore a sheer white negligee after doing my hair and makeup.When I got downstairs, Gary and Emre were both watching the DVD again. They were both in armchairs, touchable distance apart from each other.I sat on Emre’s lap, putting my arms around his neck, and lay back watching myself giving Gunner a blow job whilst being licked to a very noisy cum.”You are very good Jill. You are what I would call a sexpert,” Emre told me as his hand moved inside my negligee and found my boobs.”Sexpert? That’s a new one on me, but I think I like that,” I replied, before turning my head a little and finding his tongue with mine.I was thinking that I had got something to live up to now, so I was very impatient. I stood up, threw the negligee off, then knelt down and freed his cock from his shorts, and did what I was doing to Gunner on the TV.Emre looked at Gary as he got up, took me by the hand and took me upstairs. I told him we could use our marital bedroom.I’d had plenty of cums with Ozlem and Deniz over the last few days, but I hadn’t had a cock, and I was really ready for one. Especially Emre’s rather beautiful specimen of manhood.First, he fingered me with my panties still on, pushing the flimsy material right up. I was sure they would rip, but they held firm, and then his lovely tongue was all around my pussy lips before going where his fingers had been, making my panties even wetter than they were before.I lay there playing with my tits as Emre stood up and stripped, exposing that great well-defined body again. His cock was standing erect and ready, so I slipped my panties down over each ankle in turn and threw them to one side.He was impatient now and took me in the missionary position first. But he showed all his athletic capabilities by taking me in four different ways, driving me wild. I think he was the one who should be called a sexpert.It was an awesome shag for both of us and went on for nearly two hours. Emre came twice, once in my mouth and then right inside me. I had so many cums I lost count. Gary never came in but was content to listen. Well, there would have been quite a lot to hear!

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