Chapter 1

I remember my wife holiday abroad. It was to Turkey with my girlfriend and her family. We stayed together at a Villa outside Bodrum and made almost daily trips to the Beachside towns and the lovely stretches of sand. I remember her mother Josie was a particularly lovely woman with shining blonde hair, light skin and beautiful, full breasts. Despite a reluctance to bask in the sun she used to wear some splendid Bikinis that did little to cover her cleavage. I was not alone in my private adulation. As I know now, Turkish and Greek men have a particular reputation when it comes to bedding, white, British women on Holiday. I found it hard not to notice the attention Sam used to get from other men, even if her husband seemed unmoved by it. As I grew older I leant that sex can be more adventurous and emphatic when staying in a different country with a contrasting culture and set of beliefs. Depending where you go, the focus of local men seems more intense and demanding, particularly towards white, western women who are often perceived as rich and unattainable.

Nowadays I am married and have two young kids Zoë and Thomas of my own. I've been with my thirty-five year old wife Rachel over ten years and we have a close, steady relationship. At just under 5'6 with brown, shoulder length hair, blue eyes and a toned, shapely figure Rachel can easily swap dinner for swim wear. She has lovely legs and her 32DD's in particular are natural and have drawn the eye of many horny waiters in the past. My kids are at that young age when they get bored easily and need beach holidays to keep them occupied. So for years family resorts in Greece and Spain have been amongst our favourite places to visit. They are just so family friendly with plenty of activities on offer at all hours. As with Sam in my early years, I began to notice a similar focus on my wife. Be it in a restaurant or just browsing in a market. The first time it happened was on holiday in Greece and it excited me greatly to have my lovely wife openly admired by another man. She seemed unaware for the most part but it brought back such erotic memories from my teenage years.

Rachel is a respectable woman from a good family. We are not rich ourselves but have a comfortable life. I suppose you could say I am a contented husband and proud father. My desires were simple: to have my wife flirt openly with a foreign, eager stranger and for their relationship to move quickly towards sex while I watched. When I approached my wife with this subject she was partly shocked and more than a little horrified I had such visions in my head. Lets just say it didn't really fit with our idyllic little family. Over time though and with gentle persistence from me, the fantasy, at least began to grow upon her. When I started with poor health our sex life suffered. Rachel has always had a strong drive and I know frustration in the end contributed to the inevitable outcome. Still, she wasn't the type of woman to knowingly go out and just sleep with another man for her own benefit. I would have to be there, involved and consenting to what we were about to do.

Last year for our anniversary we left Zoë and Thomas at home with my wife's mother and booked a weeks holiday in Bodrum. Rachel had never been but if it was anything like my previous visit then I knew she would have no trouble attracting the attention of some local men. Despite being out of season the weather was very warm and the sights truly breathtaking. We stayed at a villa around ten minutes walk from the centre of town and with convenient access to a small, private beach. It was our third day as I remember and Rachel had spent much of the afternoon there sunbathing and relaxing with a book. That night we dressed up and went into town for our evening meal. It was a beautiful place. Very rural and with her hair swept down one side and sparkling eyes Rachel looked wonderful. She was wearing a long, stylish white dress. Ankle length, silky in texture and extremely classy. It fit closely to her figure and the wafer thin shoulders straps showed the discreet movement of her breasts as we walked amongst the white stone walls.

We strolled around for an hour or so then found a cheap but rustic restaurant on the edge of town and took a table on the upstairs balcony. Overlooking the sea it was romantic and as a gift for our anniversary I gave her a box containing a diamond necklace. Rachel, of course put it on for me and we sat holding hands across the table, the sea air blowing gently in from the bay. The waiter who served us was a handsome man of around 40. He had short, slicked back hair, dark skin and a little extra weight around his waist. A wedding ring was on his sun bleached hand

yet as he attended our table he seemed to be showed my wife particular attention. I picked up on it at once, excited as he laughed and joked with us while sneaking regular looks down my wife's dress. We were luckily the only people eating outside which surprised me for such a pleasant evening. Fortunate perhaps as I watched his behaviour with fascination and genuine arousement. He was very friendly indeed, introducing himself as Raul Saglam, not only the waiter but proprietor of the Restaurant in which we now sat.

Perhaps sensing my eagerness for him to stay and talk to Rachel, Raul sat and asked us were we were from and how long we were staying. He wanted to know everything and politely we responded. I couldn't help but smile at the way he was trying to flirt with my wife while she was sat right across from me. Eventually, he went inside and my wife reached across the table to take my hands. She said I looked distracted and was there anything she could do. Already I felt dizzy and my heart was pounding. The look on her face was one of sudden concern. Grinning re-assuredly I nodded and told her there was one thing: she could spend the night with Raul. As I said the words she gasped, putting her hand to her lips. Her eyes were wide and she looked around, alive with the possibility and completely taken aback when I told her of the Turkish mans clear interest. She just hadn't noticed it at all so new was she to all this.

Some more guests arrived and Raul emerged to greet them. He was gone a time but when he came back outside Rachel smiled and raised her hand lightly, drawing him to our table. My mouth felt dry as she smiled chatted to him, turning her chair and re-crossing her legs beneath the long dress, chin resting delectably on her finger. As she did so she leaned forward ever so slightly so that the neckline of her dress dipped an extra inch. The man's eyes widened and he eagerly accepted the look Rachel was giving him of her tits. For the next few moments I watched as she flirted quite openly with him. All right in front of me. I was amazed and incredibly moved. Raul was understandably surprised at first but adjusted in moments. I expected he was well versed in chatting to European women and had likely bedded a long string of them while he'd been living here. By now I was firmly erect inside my trousers and receiving gentle flirtatious looks from my lovely wife. His eyes confidently moved between her face and breasts, almost ignoring me completely. I have to say that Rachel seemed to enjoy it so much, all those prior frustrations coming out. This was a new and daring experience for her. A call from inside the restaurant and Raul excused himself and went hurriedly inside. Rachel turned back to me looking pleased with herself. We were both truly exhilarated by what was happening. I knew that I would love to watch this horny waiter screwing her senseless and she seemed to be thinking the same thing.