2019 Easter – Mid Wales, Middle East, and the Mid-West -

Part 1a

- Christmas in the South of France had been more than memorable and sometime in March, I had a rush of blood to the head and I had telephoned Marc, originally to say “Hello” but as we chatted he asked me to visit for “a few days or as long as you like”.

It was it was chilly, and I could hear the rain beating on the window. Easter was a good few weeks away yet.

“I’ll check to see if the hotel is available” I said eagerly.

“Non!” he said, “This will be my treat and I will sort out the flight as well.”

“I cannot impose on your generosity like that.” I protested.

He laughed. “There is no imposition. I am very well situated financially. Let us be honest; I am very rich and due to my contacts; it will cost me a fraction of what you would pay.”

I relented and gave him the dates of the holidays.

He promised to let me know the arrangements as soon as possible and we parted blowing kisses to each other.

I take several breaks each year and had already booked a long weekend away for the following week. These breaks are usually of a sexual nature; usually with a planned rendezvous but on other occasions I just go with the flow. I must be honest; I find that men of all ages engage me in conversation often with underlying motives. I am blonde, slim reasonably shaped but I would not describe myself as particularly beautiful and I rarely dress provocatively. However, a girlfriend described me as a profligate smiler, and it was this that drew them in.

We had been given the Friday of the following week off from school and the following Monday; due to essential maintenance work on either the electrics or the central heating. It was no big deal as we were going to be required to attend two extra days in September.

Friday morning was cloudy; damp and miserable but I decided to make the most of the weekend.

The weather deteriorated during the journey and instead of stopping at a little gastro pub I knew I drove straight through to the hotel.

I had stayed there before and although it was some hours before registration time, the chap on the desk made a hurried call to someone and they gave me the keys.

I asked if I could have a glass of wine and checked to see if I needed to book a table for lunch and dinner. The hotel had few guests as it was early in the season but Rashad (the guy on the desk) said he would personally ensure my every need was met. He really was cute.

A moment or two later, another guy arrived with my wine and I took a deep swallow.

The new guy’s badge said “Mansur” and he looked like Rashad.

They laughed when I commented on the similarity and I asked if they were brothers. This sent both laughing but they told me they were cousins and on further enquiry they were from Iraq.

Rashad rang a bell on the counter and a third man appeared. Another clone with a badge reading “Daoud”.

He looked a little puzzled when we started laughing but it was quickly explained to him and he turned to me with an earnest expression and a gleam in his eye and said “But these men, although my cousins; look nothing like me!”. His face broke into a wide grin.

Daoud took the door key and my bag; Mansur took the wine glass and my handbag, and a small caravan made its way to the lift. The two men kept up a constant flow of questions and information until we reached my room. Daoud opened up and ushered me in

I retrieved my wine and handbag.

Daoud asked if I would like him to unpack and thinking of my diaphanous underwear. I declined.

They then declined the coins I had taken from my handbag but each kissed my fingertips as they left the room.

I quickly unpacked while finishing the wine and as lunchtime had arrived. I made my way to the restaurant.

Mansur was my waiter on the table. I really wanted something like steak and chips but rationalised to seabass and salad. I had two more glasses of wine with my lunch and began to feel quite pleasant. I had just started my meal when a party of Americans. 3 men and 3 women arrived and were seated at the table next to mine.

The comment “Rotten day!” from one of the men led to a detailed account of who we all were, where we came from etc.

One of them ordered another glass of wine for me.

They were of course, husbands and wives, and spared no details of the “folks back home” and their relationship which went back to High School.

Mansur returned at some point with a “complimentary glass of wine!

As he disappeared around the corner, one of the women leaned towards me and said “I think you have a fan there”

It had been a long and enjoyable lunch and I made my way back to my room and Daoud appeared from nowhere. His hand reached for the key as he said, “Allow me!”

As he returned the key to my hand I stepped towards the doorway and our faces were just centimetres away. He smiled and kissed my fingertips.

Inside I stripped, put on the TV and lay on the bed intermittently dozing and watching the TV screen. I fell asleep,

I awoke surprisingly awake and went in for a shower. Pleasantly fuzzy and refreshed I went down for dinner.

The Americans were already seated and Mansur and Daoud came back and fore, including fresh flowers for the table. One brought me wine and took my order, the other brought a carafe of water with slices of lemon.

The two were most attentive and the American woman who had commented earlier said “I told you. You have fan there. Two by the looks of it” and I laughed.

My dinner, lamb with vegetables was delightful and not too heavy.

The conversation with the Americans was amusing and I had several glasses of wine before I called it a day.

I asked one of the cousins for a glass of wine to be sent to my room (No! I hadn’t thought things through!”)

I bade the Americans good night and headed for bed, slightly woozy but compos mentis.

In my room I washed my face and cleaned my teeth and had changed into my black lace pyjamas when there was a knock on the door. It was Daoud with my wine and behind him was Mansur with a tray which soon revealed crackers and a small bowl of caviar.

The lace pyjamas were unlined and it took little effort to see my nude body underneath.

Smiling, Mansur reached out a hand towards my breast and I made no attempt to evade it.

Daoud moved closer and his hand slipped into the back of the pyjama bottoms and stroked my buttocks.

There was another quiet knock on the door and it was opened to reveal Rashad. “Come in!” I said. “It looks like we are having a party”

They began kissing me and my expensive black lace pyjamas suddenly adorned the back of a chair while I was on my back on the bed with a head between my thighs eating me. Moments later, the mouth was replaced by a long slim penis

Initially each took me alone with the others looking on and kissing and touching my body.

My anus opened to the next assault with an oral accompaniment. I gently held and stroked Mansur’s dark flesh probing my mouth and Daoud’s anal penetration sent sensation coursing through my body.

Rashad liked to kneel by my head and stroke my face and body as he rocked into my mouth

Daoud liked me on my back to stuff my vagina and muttered as he pumped me and his cousin said it was poetry,

While on TV, a well-known chef was stuffing a chicken. It was very civilised, and we stopped for nibbles and drinks

Snacks over, they worked in pairs mixing alternating teams and entrances. It had been difficult for me only in respect of trying for silent orgasms.

It was after midnight when they called a halt.

2019 Easter – Mid Wales, Middle East, and the Mid-West -

Part 1b

While the other two men put om their clothes, I was kneeling on the bed as Mansur was approaching climax behind me in a “one-for-the-road” anal. I felt my own climax building and told him not to stop. The sensation in my chest and head caused me to clench my eyes tightly closed until Mansur gasped his last and his seed sprayed my bowels. My own orgasm was such that I used one of my rare words of profanity and opened my eyes. Then...

“OOPS!” and “BLOODY OOPS!”

Mansur, naked, withdrew his dripping cock from my bottom, while Daoud wearing trousers and shoes, but still bare chested, stood next to the bed placing little kisses up and down my bare back.

“OOPS!” and “BLOODY OOPS!”

Leaning against the open door to the corridor, Rashad, also bare chested with his shirt over one arm was still looking at us with an inane grin on his face and teasing Mansur, urging him to hurry up.

“OOPS!” and “BLOODY OOPS!”

Across the corridor beyond Rashad, the room door was partially open and I could saw two shocked faces gazing at our spectacular sex scene. It was one of the American couples.

I made no effort to cover myself. On the contrary I simply swung my legs over to sit on the side of the bed facing them.

The men were still unaware of being observed Mansur and Daoud gently tugged me to my feet and kissed me with a measure of fondling my still naked body.

The door opposite closed a fraction before the men turned to leave.

The TV still chuntered away quietly.

It will be interesting to see what transpires at breakfast.

Part 2 – SATURDAY

There were no knocks on the door from the Americans, the management or the Morals Police during the night.

I showered and dressed and went down to breakfast.

Only Daoud was to be seen and as we turned the corner towards my table, 6 pairs of eyes lifted from their breakfast plates to gaze at me.

As I sat down, Daoud dashed off and returned just a moment later with my fruit juice and bowls of fruit and a carton of plain yoghurt (everybody else had to fetch their own).

He disappeared again and returned with my pot of coffee.

I sipped my fruit juice, turned to the Americans and said “Good morning. No change in the weather then!”

The woman observer from last night was almost sitting next to me.

She giggled and said “It is dreadful; I think we will tay in the hotel “Tes today. I do hope you had a good night last night?”

I looked at her and she looked amused.

“It was a lovely night, thanks!” I could see she was just bursting to talk about it.

Her husband turned to me and said “I am sorry about this but chatterbox here has told our friends here.”

I laughed.

“Its OK. It isn’t as if we were doing anything illegal” I replied.

All three women were now bursting to say something.

My “Full Welsh” breakfast (includes lafar bread and black sausage).

appeared and Daoud cleared the used dishes.

One woman (Linda) turned and said, “Kelly said there were three of them.”

“Yes, and they were very sweet” I replied.

“Did they all have you? You know.”

I laughed. “Yes” I said, “Several times and all together.”

Linda’s husband said, “All together at the same time?”

I laughed “Yes, several times. All together at the same time”

“Doesn’t it hurt?” said wife 3 (Kay)

I laughed again. “Only if someone isn’t doing it right!”

We were the only ones in the restaurant and the conversation and the questions became more relaxed (and intimate).