Crete’s elite resort. Private bungalows nestle amid olive groves. Mine shares a lush garden with Marco’s. Italian stallion, dark-haired, muscled. We sip chilled ouzo by the infinity pool, eyeing arrivals. Heart stops. Anne, my ex. Curvy blonde Mediterranean goddess. Tanned skin glows. Plump ass strains bikini bottoms. Her friend Sandrine trails. Marco nudges: ‘Troppo bella, that big beautiful ass.’ I flush. Pretend vague Paris acquaintances. We agree: minimal contact. Poolside, her heavy tits spill from suit. Hips sway. Marco ogles. She glances back, sunglasses hiding hunger.
Disco night pulses. Velvet ropes, champagne fountains. Anne enters: short skirt hugs thighs, dim-up sheen flashes. Strap slips, revealing lace bra cradling pear-shaped breasts. Marco dances her close. Whispers make her laugh. Slows grind. His hands roam. I fumble with Laura, Swiss tease. Fail to bed her. Home at 2 AM. Laughter wakes me. Anne’s tipsy giggles. Marco’s door creaks. He knocks: ‘No condoms, friend. And lube?’ I hand over. Drawer yields both. He grins.
The Privilege
Garden shadows hide me. His bathroom light bathes silk sheets. They kiss fiercely. Her hair cascades. He kneads tits. She grinds his crotch. Strips to lingerie, stockings. He worships her pussy. ‘Keep the stockings.’ She moans: ‘Tu es un coquin.’ Blowjob deep, slow. Her fingers circle clit. He cums fast. She lies: ‘I didn’t cum.’ Bullshit. Her goosebumps betray.
He eats her out. She pinches nipples, arches. Orgasms twice. Mounts him condom-clad. Wet slaps echo. Doggy next. Thumb teases ass. Finger in. She begs more lube. Guides his cock to her secret rosebud. Slow entry. She screams pleasure. Bucks wild. He pounds. She rubs furiously. Dual climax. Cum floods her ass. I spurt in bushes.
The Excess
Dawn ruts through walls. She exits his bungalow. Spots me. ‘Heard us?’ Tent in my shorts. ‘You missed me.’ Pushes in. Jerks me off. ‘Tonight, all three.’ Marco beams later: ‘She loves ass. Threesome?’ Poolside, two-piece clings curves. ‘Your key, Marco. Join in ten.’
Silk sheets tangle. She French-kisses him. I grope ass. Strip her. He licks pussy. She sucks me as he fucks. Switch: I claim her ass, lubed deep. She begs clit rub. Triple peaks. Evening encore. Dim-ups gleam. She rides Marco anally. I enter same hole slow. Feel him through walls. She shatters: ‘Cum in me.’ We explode together.
Days blur in threesomes. Private beach sunsets. Champagne toasts before double penetration. Her curves, insatiable. Resort’s glass walls shield secrets. We reconcile. Divorce halted. Nights now ours alone. Crete’s luxury forged unbreakable lust.
