Being a sequel to;  "The search is on."

A lot had changed since our paid-for threesomes, circumstances had very much pushed further exploration onto the back burner.  Orla had been promoted, I had been made redundant.  It was unexpected, but I had been one of the lucky ones, I had received a golden handshake.  Well, if not golden, certainly silver.

So we were not exactly hard up.  My problem was a massive lack of confidence in myself.  As always, Orla was the cure.  Early one weekday morning, she got up to go to work.  I turned over to go back to sleep, which had become my habit.  On this occasion however, she snatched the duvet off and said;

"Get that idle arse of yours out of bed, take a shower and have a shave, I'm taking the day off, we are going out."

She drove, my car had gone with the job, we headed out of town.  She would not tell me where, but had told me to wear outdoor clothes and shoes suitable for walking.  The place where she parked up was familiar.  A layby alongside a  reservoir originally built to feed the canal system, now a nature reserve.  It was in this layby that we had our first fuck.

It was a glorious spring morning, there were no other cars in the layby.  From the boot of the car, Orla produced two pairs of binoculars.

"Our new hobby," she said.  "Birdwatching."

She set off up steep steps leading up an embankment to the reservoir, turning right at the top.  The layout was coming back to me, the path soon led into woods with a birdwatching hide at the water's edge.  It was deserted.  We sat at opposite ends of the hide and quietly opened viewing flaps.  I scanned the water for bird life, apart from some movement on the far side, there was nothing.

"Got anything?"

Asked Orla.

"Nothing," I replied.  "You?"

"A pair of Great Tits."

She said.  I looked across.  She had pulled up her teeshirt and scooped her tits out of her bra.  On display were exactly that, a great pair of tits.  I scuttled across to where she was and took one in each hand, then bent to suckle each luscious nipple.  She unzipped my jeans, fished out my hard cock and wanked it.  It had been weeks since we had fucked, that's how down I had been.  To my shame, I had instead waited for my lovely wife to go to work then wanked myself off.  I must have been just a little bit insane  I had a beautiful, desirable, willing wife and instead of giving her the attention, I had been abusing myself.

I was about to put things right.  I unzipped her Jean's and told her to turn round and bend over so that I could fuck her from behind.

"Not here," she said.  "Someone might come."

As far as I was concerned, there was no 'might' about it, but we made ourselves respectable and left the hide.  We would do it in the car, restart our sex life where it had started.  We didn't make it to the car.

Following her promotion, Orla no longer had to travel on business, so she was not only not getting any from me, but was not enjoying her extra-marital sessions.  Two months without a fuck is surely a form of cruelty.  She pulled me off the path saying;

"Fuck me now, I want your cock inside me."

She pulled her jeans and knickers down to her ankles  leaned against a big oak tree and stuck her arse out invitingly.  I wanted more than a simple fuck, I knelt behind her and licked her, slurping up her abundant nectar and rimming her arse before finding her clit with my tongue.  I licked until she came, which didn't take long, then freed my straining cock from its confines and fed it into her.

I freed her tits and held them as I rammed her, knowing that it would be quick, but confident that I could manage seconds.  I fired what must have been a torrent of spunk into her and putting icing on the cake, she came again as the hot thick stuff flooded her.

Only when we had finished did we realise that we had an audience, a young couple with a dog.  I started to apologise, but the man just smiled and gave me a thumbs up, then they walked off.  The woman turned and pushed her tongue into her cheek in that simulation of a mouth full of hard cock.

"I think they enjoyed that nearly as much as I did."

Said Orla.

We had a splendid pub lunch then headed home where we spent the rest of the day in bed, catching up.  When were were no longer able to fuck, I promised Orla that the next day, I would start to look for a new job.  She said;

"Why don't you do what you've always dreamed of, start you own company?  We can easily manage on my salary and you've got your severance pay."

She was right as usual, I said that I would.

"But first," said Orla.  "We are in need of a holiday.  See if you can find something available immediately.  Anywhere, as long as it's got a big bed, I want to be fucked repeatedly for at least a week."

"I might need reinforcements."

I countered.

"Just you," she said.  "We'll manage somehow."

I fell asleep with that thought in mind."

I was up early the next day, showered and shaved.  I even put on a suit and tie, to make me feel business like.  I spent the morning exploring the complexities of self employment, then after lunch, looked for that holiday.  It was a Thursday, Orla's gym night, so she was home late.  I greeted her with a big kiss and a hard on.  She asked how I had got on, I told that I had a shortlist of holidays to choose from.

"We-ell…" she said.  "I might have found just what we need.  I told a girl at the gym that we were looking for a holiday, she said that she has booked a villa in Italy for her and her partner and has been let down by the couple that they were going with.  Would we like to take their place?"

"What happened to the big bed and non-stop fucking?"

I asked.

"Oh," she said.  "I'm pretty sure the place will have beds. Why don't we meet them this weekend, if we all get on, we can decide then."

A done deal really.

We met for lunch at a large, steakhouse type place.  Chrissie and Ned were a head-turning couple.  A bit younger than us, early to mid thirties.  Chrissie was a petite strawberry blonde,  that is, her short hair was somewhere between being blonde and redhead, she had pert, apple shaped tits and a bubble butt.  She was highly desirable and not afraid to flaunt it.  She wore a short, pale green dress that showed a lot of cleavage and matching high heels.  Ned was darker, about my height but slimmer.  Orla couldn't keep her eyes off him.

Orla had warned me that Chrissie was bubbly and an outrageous flirt and she wasn't wrong, Chrissie was a master of innuendo.  She flirted not only with me.  Our waiter was a good looking young Asian man, very attentive.  When we came to ordering our food, Chrissie could not decide, so was last to order, eventually deciding on steak.

"How would you like your steak madam?"

"Oh," she said.  "Well done.  I like a bit of dark meat."

She watched him walk off, then leaned forward and said;

"I'll bet his is like a truncheon."

I looked at Orla, she knew what I was thinking,  had we stumbled upon our potential foursome partners?  Orla raised a single eyebrow.  Chrissie wasn't loud, thank goodness, I not only fancied her, I liked her.  Ned too was amiable, but quieter,  leaving Chrissie to dominate the conversation.

As we drove home  Orla said;

"No need to ask if you would like to fuck her, but could you put up with her for a fortnight?"

"I suppose there is only one way to find out," I replied.  "And if they are what we were looking for, what better way to find out than to spend two weeks in what sounds like very comfortable surroundings?"

"It's a yes then?"

"It's  a yes."

We flew from Heathow at 7.30 on a Sunday morning, landing at Perugia.  The villa was on an island in a lake in what is known as the green heart of Italy.  A taxi took us to a tiny ferry port where a motor launch, part of the deal, was waiting.  Ned skilfully piloted the boat to the villa's private jetty.  The place was fantastic, two bedrooms with balconies overlooking the private pool.

After a very early start, we were all pretty tired, we agreed to just chill out round the pool.  Orla stood waring just bikini bottoms, with the bikini top in her hand.

"Do you think I should go topless?"

She said.

"Chrissie is."

I replied.  I was watching Chrissie positioning loungers in the shade, the promise shown by her covered tits more than fulfilled by them naked.

We cracked open a bottle of prosecco left for us in the fridge and drank to our holiday, then settled down to doze in the late afternoon heat.  Chrissie had arranged the loungers in a semicircle so that we could chat, but there was no chatting, just dozing.  Chrissie excused herself, Orla was asleep.  She must have been having a pleasant dream, her hand, which had been resting on her belly, slipped inside her pants and her fingers could be seen moving, clearly masturbating in her sleep.

I felt my cock stiffen, is there anything sexier than a woman, self-pleasuring?  It had not gone un-noticed by Ned,  his cock was clearly hard in his shorts.  He gave me a knowing grin.  Chrissie returned) with a fresh bottle, she immediately spotted Orla's moving fingers,  looked at me and screwed up her face, mouthing;

"Oooh."

I moved to wake Orla,  but Chrissie shook her head, instead putting the bottle down very gently and slipping down her own her pants, revealing a completely hairless mound.  She delicately parted the pink outer lips of her cunt and started to rub her clitoris.  I looked across at Ned, who shrugged, fished his erect cock out and started to wank.  They both looked at me.  With a deep breath, I eased my boner free and joined them.  Chrissie said softly;

"Oh good, a wankathon."

It was enough to wake Orla, her eyes fluttering open to find three wanking people staring at her.  She immediately removed her hand.  Chrissie said;

"Don't stop, look what it's done to us."

Orla looked at me for approval, I nodded.  She grinned and peeled off the bikini bottoms  lay back on the lounger, legs apart, and resumed playing.  Ned spoke;

"That is so fucking beautiful."

He growled.  It was.

"Don't you dare come, " warned Chrissie.  "I want it."

She knelt alongside his lounger and sucked his cock into her mouth.  Orla sat up for a better view, I kept on wanking.  Ned warned Chrissie that he was going to come, she kept sucking, gulping his offering down as it flooded her mouth.  Orla offered to to the same for me, but I declined, deciding to save mine for later.  The scene had been set for an interesting two weeks.

Later, we walked to the only restaurant on the island, which served plain but delicious food.  Everybody was friendly,  most of them were neighbours.  The walk back to the villa took longer, we were all a bit unsteady.  We said our goodnights and went to our rooms.  It was still hot, even with the windows wide open.  After a few minutes, the unmistakeable sounds of sex came drifting through the window. We lay quietly, listening, giggling at Chrissie's squeals, she was a noisy comer.  My cock was threatening to poke a hole though the thin sheet.  Orla pulled the sheet back and took it into her mouth, soon the sounds from next door were drowned out by our own.

We were wakened by activity downstairs.  The arrangement was that a housekeeper would come in early in the mornings, start cleaning on the ground floor, prepare our breakfast and a cold lunch for later if we required, then as we ate brdakfast, clean the bedrooms.  Her name was Carla.  She was a cheerful soul who spoke barely a word of English.  Fortunately, Ned could get by in Italian.

After Carla had gone, Ned and I decided to try the pool, the girls disappeared upstairs together.  By the time they joined us, Ned and I were sitting on the edge with our feet dangling in the water.  By tacit agreement, we were all naked, after yesterday, clothes seemed an unnecessary encumbrance.  The girls slipped into the water and after swimming a few  lengths, Chrissie swam directly towards Ned and stood, the water was at nipple level on her.  She parted Ned's legs and sucked his cock into her mouth.

Orla swam over and did the same to mine.  Chrissie removed her mouth and said to Orla;

"Would you like to swap?"

They changed cocks.  The charged atmosphere and a new pair of lips on my cock soon had me on the boil, Chrissie released me and said;

"Would you like to come in my mouth?"

I said no.  I leaned down and said;

"I would like to fuck you though."

I fucked her on the springboard.  But not the springy end.  She pulled herself out of the water and sat on the fixed end of the board, legs widespread.  She lay back along the board and stretched her arms out to me.  There was no foreplay, I positioned myself and my cock seemed to home in on her wet, pink cunt.  I entered her in a single slow thrust.  I fucked her with firm steady stokes, flooding her cunt with my spunk while her husband, and my wife, watched.  It was an uncomfortable position.  I pulled out still hard and watched fascinated as my cum oozed from her her gaping hole.

Then it was their turn.  Ned fucked Orla from behind, kneeling on a lounger.  He too, pulled out as soon as he had filled her and we were treated to the spectacle of fresh spunk leaking back put pf Orla's cunt.

Had we found our 'Like minded couple' ?