It was the third day of our holiday in Ichmela, Turkey and I’d overdone the sun and beer, my head was splitting and it was only lunch time. Sandi wasn’t much better, pissed as a parrot and twice as frisky. “I’m going to crash for a couple of hours,” I said heading towards the room, “OK, I’ll stay here for a while, soak up some more sun.”

Two hours later, feeling better but still a little groggy I headed back to the pool area. Our towels were still there but no sign of Sandi. I asked a couple next to us and they said she went off with a couple of local lads shortly after I left her. Eventually, an hour later she turned up, giggling like a school girl, even more pissed than before, her arms draped round two young Turks and love bites all round her neck and tits. “Where the hell have been?” I asked.

“Oh, don’t get cross, the boys have been showing me round, that’s all.” To the laughs of the two young men, I frog marched her back to the room and threw her on the bed. “So, you’ve been sight seeing, is that it, then explain the love bites.” As I was reading the riot act, I noticed how wet her bikini bottoms were. Even her thighs were wet and sticky. I stripped her naked and felt between her legs. Her cunt was literally dripping with spunk.

“You fucking whore, you’ve been fucking those two guys haven’t you?” I had my fist raised in anger, ready to hit her hard. It was no point yelling though, she had passed out from the drink. I returned to the pool ready to take my anger out on the two guys. “Come here you little bastard,” I said grabbing one of them and pushing him up against the wall, “what the fuck have you been doing to my wife?” Before I knew it the other guy had me in an arm lock and forced me to the floor. “Listen mate, we don’t want no trouble right, it was your missus that started it, she was begging for it, we didn’t know she was married did we.” He released my arm and I sat up. “What do you mean, begging for it?”

“She was all over us, telling us how young and strong we looked. She even started rubbing Armel’s cock while he was lying on the sun bed. In the end she suggested we went back to our room for some fun. She’s insatiable, we both fucked her twice and she still wanted more, tell you what man, she could take twenty men and still not get enough.”

It’s funny how when hit with the truth you soon calm down. As Ally explained what had happened, Armel went to get some beers. Soon, we were all chatting away like old friends and they told me every detail of their session with Sandi. “I’m going to pay that bitch back somehow,” I said, the drink taking effect on my judgement. “Tell you what,” said Ally, “my uncle runs a club in the old town, well, it’s more like a brothel really. They have live shows then the audience are invited to join in. It’s usually Turkish men only but a lot of the girls are European. Why don’t we take her there.” My muddled brain was having trouble keeping up, “what, to see a show you mean,”

“no,” said Armel, “she will be the show.”

I returned to the room and joined Sandi on the bed. She was lying on her back snoring loudly. Her perky tits were pointing skyward and even more spunk had run out of her cunt, down her thighs and onto the bed cover. I was so turned on by the sight before me and the thought of her being fucked by the two boys that I just stripped off, jumped between her open legs and rammed my hard cock straight up her. She opened her sleepy eyes and just smiled. “Hmmm, that feels wonderful.”

“Did you enjoy the two boys fucking you?”

“Hmm, yes, they were good.”

“Did they have big cocks?”

“Oh they were very big,” she said still very drunk. “Would you like some more Turkish cock up you?”

“Oh yes, some nice big black cock.” I don’t know if she knew what she was saying but it had the desired effect on me. My balls exploded as I added another load to her well used cunt. As I rolled off, she moaned gently and went back to sleep.

I sat there looking at this beauty before me. You’d think at the grand old age of 40 she’d be past it, but no, it seems the older she gets the more randy she becomes. She just keeps getting better and still turns heads when we’re out.

We both woke up late the next morning and this time it was Sandi with the hangover. She was trying to avoid eye contact with me but eventually had no choice. “Look love, I’m really sorry about yesterday, I don’t know what came over me. It was the sun and all that wine. I was so drunk I didn’t know what was happening until it was too late.”

“So what are you saying, they raped you?”

“No, not exactly, I guess they just took advantage of me.”

“That’s not how I heard it.”

We let it drop and went out for breakfast. It was a quiet day round the pool and by early evening we were talking normally again. In fact, thinking she had got away with it, Sandi was quite bubbly and hitting the wine again. “So, what have you got planned for tonight,” she asked. “Oh, I thought we’d try this night club some one told me about, it a bit raunchy, live shows that sort of thing but should be a good laugh.” She was all for it.

I watched as she sat naked at the dressing table putting on her make up. Dark eye shadow and black mascara, bright red lipstick with matching nail and toe polish and just a touch of blusher to take away the sun burn. “What should I wear?” she asked. “How about the white mini skirt and that top that leaves your midriff showing.”