Our New Villa Pt. 02

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I get to join the slappers, flappers and tarts club.
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Part 3 of the 6 part series

Updated 06/10/2023
Created 06/20/2020
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Biggalute
Biggalute
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This is the second part of my semi autobiographical New Villa story. Once again I got carried away with the writing, my over active sexual imagination fusing with my true memories. I hope you enjoy reading it. Comments, contacts and votes are always very welcome, providing me with feedback and validation.

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When Becky came back up onto the terrace she seemed subdued, even a little shy and embarrassed. Sarah and Berni didn't seem to take much notice, probably being more use to her. The events of the morning had, for me at least, been completely mind blowing. The three of them had, at Becky's behest, concocted a scene where Becky had been abused and humiliated, finishing with me ejaculating all over her face as Berni held her tightly by the hair.

After I'd cum all over her, Becky had left us, apparently to masturbate, I had been told that they all had their kinks which over the years they had helped each other fulfill and that they intended to bring out the kink in me. I was both nervous and very turned on at the prospect.

Recap- Me and Berni were a loved-up late twenties couple who had just bought a villa in Portugal, close to our favorite nudist beach. We'd bought the villa instead of the property we'd planned to buy in London. This was our first time at our new villa and Berni had invited her two oldest and closest friends to join us. I knew from a few stories that they had been wild in their late teens and early twenties but I couldn't possibly have imagined a scene like we had earlier. As I sat there looking at Becky I felt a mixture of guilt, confusion and awe.

I wanted to talk to Becky but didn't know where to start. Instead I said I'd get more drinks for everybody and left for the kitchen, followed by Berni who said she'd make some sandwiches for lunch.

I was the first to speak, "This is totally weird, even us stood here naked in our own kitchen, in our own villa. I really like Sarah and Becky and love the sexy banter and teasing, but the whole sex thing this morning has freaked me out." I was getting into my stride but Berni silenced me by pulling my head down and kissing me; as she pressed her body into mine I couldn't help but get aroused.

She broke the embrace and laughed, "You're just a horny dog really."

This annoyed me "I'm only a horny dog for you, they're sexy girls but I don't want them, I want you."

I think Berni was a bit taken aback by my anger, maybe she'd misread me and the situation. I'm not sure if I'd raised my voice but she looked upset and I became aware my own physical presence, towering over Berni and probably quite threatening. I took a step back and sat on one of the kitchen chairs. I immediately started laughing.

"What?" Berni asked, her eyes beginning to well up.

"We'll have to get rid of these chairs, the seat is plastic covered and my sweaty ass has stuck to it."

We both started laughing more than the situation warranted, "Fool" Berni said as she walked towards me and stood between my legs, our heads now at the same height.

"Joe, I adore you and would never do anything to hurt you or us. You're the kindest, sexiest man I've..."

I tried Berni's trick of kissing to stop the talking but she pushed me back, "Let me finish, I need to say this. Where do I begin. I love you and love being with you; I love our sex life and want to spend my whole life with you. The girls are my closest friends. Yes we're wild when we're together but that's ok, we know each other's buttons and how their minds work. I thought when I settled down with you that that would all be behind me, but I don't want it to be. If I have to hide things from you or deny things from myself then I feel like there's a part of me missing. I want you to be part of it and so do Becky and Sarah. They both adore you and trust you. They think I'm the luckiest woman alive and so do I."

I nearly said something silly and flippant but thankfully managed to hold my tongue, Berni continued, "These two weeks are going to be brilliant, going to the beach, introducing the girls to our friends and generally having a great time and relaxing. This morning wasn't planned as such, we just started with a silly idea and waited to see where it went. Becky is one of the smartest, most together people you'll ever meet but sometimes she likes to let go and play the role of a submissive slut. It freaked us out when we first heard about it but we came to accept it and have helped her with it, making sure she is safe. Believe it or not this morning was fairly tame. We've become like our own little kinky sisterhood and would do anything for each other."

"I can see that." I said sincerely.

"It's nearly killed me over the past three years, not being with the girls so much and getting up to our usual shenanigans. I thought I should hide it from you, that you'd be to upset and freaked, but you're an emotionally intelligent man and the girls have convinced me that you'd be able to understand."

I looked at Berni, in my heart there was nothing I wouldn't do for her but I had to get my head on the same wavelength. As always I quickly processed my thoughts and decided what I wanted to ask and say, but couldn't help but say something silly first. "You lot only want me for my big dick."

"And." Berni smiled "You got a problem with that."

I smiled back, "Seriously, I hear what you're saying and it sounds fine, in fact it sounds better than fine, it sounds fucking amazing. But think about it, you get up to things, enjoy yourselves and then go your own separate ways. We're in a relationship, living together. If this goes wrong then we're fucked.

I'm a bloke and I love being horny and turned on, I love sex, I love fucking you and I'm sure if I let my dick do the talking that I'd love doing things with Sarah and Becky, but I'd be so nervous of upsetting and losing you."

Berni looked at me for what felt like ages, finally she said, "You're right, this is different but I really think it will be ok. We're all on the same page and none of us would ever do anything we didn't want to or do anything that someone didn't want us to do. Will you just trust me, go along with it and I'm sure you'll enjoy it and that we'll grow as a couple from it."

I nodded, mainly because I couldn't think of anything else to say but also because I wanted to get off the sticky chair. I stood and pulled Berni to me, holding her tight. I had one last question, "What was Sarah saying about wanting to be fucked up the bum?"

Berni smiled, squeezed my dick hard and said, "I knew we'd convince you."

Back on the terrace I put the drinks and sandwiches on the table while Berni went and spoke to Sarah and Becky. I sat down and watched them, not quite able to hear the conversation. After a few moments they came to join me; if nothing else happened on this holiday I would still be happy, Berni and Becky naked like myself and Sarah in only skimpy bikini bottoms were a sight for sore eyes. They were all smiling as they sat down.

"What you staring at?" Berni asked good naturedly.

Even though I was still a bit uncertain about the whole setup, I did feel emboldened by my conversation with Berni. "I was just admiring the three gorgeous women in front of me and thinking one of them was wearing far too many clothes."

Berni had a smirk on her face as if to say 'cheeky bastard', I smiled back, trying to look innocent.

"That must be little ol' me." Sarah said, doing a dipsy southern belle impression, she stood with a flourish and went to remove her bikini.

"Not so fast missy, remember the traditions we mentioned this morning."

Sarah looked blankly at Berni, "You have to stand in front of us and bend over as you remove your bottoms before prancing around so that we can all stare at you." Berni helpfully reminded her.

Sarah was a bold one and without batting an eyelid she moved away from her chair and stood at the end of the table, her back to us. She looked over her shoulder as if to say 'ready?'

We all nodded and Sarah shimmied her feet apart, making her tight muscles wobble as much as they could. Whilst Berni and Becky were curvy with plump, round asses, Sarah was naturally slimmer, tall with long toned legs and a tight little ass.

She bent slowly, lowering her bikini side by side as she went, tantalizing us. Even though Becky and Sarah had seen it all before they seemed as transfixed as me, their eyes never leaving Sarah as she bent over.

As her head came close to her knees, the top half of her bum and crack were visible, the bottom half covered by what was left of the bikini. She held the position for a moment before pulling the bikini down to her ankles and stepping out of it without straitening up, she seemed very agile.

Her straight legs and taut bum cheeks combined to give a great view, her puckered hole and lightly haired pussy completely on view. She was about to straighten when Berni said "Spread em'." Sarah began shuffling her legs apart.

"Not your legs, your ass cheeks." I was a bit shocked by this but Sarah didn't seem to mind or care, her hands coming up and pulling the tight cheeks even further apart.

It was the most pornographically delicious sight I had ever seen, and I found myself leaning forward to get closer. "Which hole do you fancy Joe?' Berni asked me.

Before I could even begin to think of an answer Becky said "I've had my tongue in both and they're equally delicious."

I think even Berni was shocked, guffawing before her and Becky got into kinks of laughter. I was laughing along as Sarah straightened up, red faced but smiling "Dirty bitch." She said, shaking her head at Becky.

It was enough messing for now and we decided Sarah didn't need to parade, although I loved the way her lean body moved and would've enjoyed watching her. As we sat there eating lunch, talking about this and that, it struck me that no one was mentioning the morning or Sarah's more recent show; as if they were just part and parcel of the day and nothing extraordinary.

It was still early in the season and the heat and sun were just right, making me feel wonderful as I lay on my lounger. After the lunch and the little bit of alcohol I could easily have fallen asleep. Instead I found my thoughts wandering, not in an agitated way but in a languid, happy way. I knew Berni loved sex and had a healthy and open view of it, but was it really possible that I never knew about her and the girls. It obviously was and I could see how happy she was that I now knew about it and was even participating. This made me happy and I dosed off dreaming about the days ahead.

It was nearly five o'clock when I woke and I found I had a light sheet over me, Berni was clearing off the table and Sarah and Becky were nowhere to be seen.

"Hi sleepy head."

"Was I asleep long?"

"About two hours and you were snoring like a trooper. Sarah put the sheet over you so you wouldn't get burnt, said she had to protect the equipment." Even the nicest gesture had to have a sexual connotation added to it. "They've gone for a shower."

"I think I might join them, wake me up a bit." Berni looked at me crooked, a little smirk on her face, copping on I said. "A shower on my own I mean."

Berni started laughing, "Relax Joe, I'm pulling your leg. Although I'm sure the girls would be delighted to wash your crack and sack for you." I managed an 'umm' before heading to the door, Berni shouting after me, "After your shower come back here still naked, I've a little surprise planned for you."

I was intrigued. Even if we'd been naked all day, around the pool or on the beach, we would always get dressed in the evening; it sort of broke up the day and made the evening special. After the day's events I could only imagine what she had planned, but I'd decided to go along with Berni and embrace this side of her life. So naked I would be.

I took my time showering and was relieved that there was no sign of Becky or Sarah. Looking in the mirror after the shower I was reminded that I'd been busy lately and hadn't got to the gym as much as I'd like. I also knew that we'd be eating and drinking a lot over the next two weeks so decided that I'd go for a run and do some push-ups in the morning. Other than my image in the mirror I felt really good, I was in my own villa in the sun, I'd had an amazing, almost mind blowing day and I was in love with an incredible, sexy, interesting woman. I shaved and primped and preened myself, even putting on some aftershave Berni had bought me for Christmas. It felt weird not to be getting dressed but I took a deep breath and went to join the girls on the terrace.

I was more than a bit fucked off when I realized I was the only one still naked. Sarah had a long, flowing dress on, whilst Becky and Berni both had shorts and loose, strappy tops on. The only positive was that none of them seemed to have underwear on, Becky and Berni's tits bouncing around delightfully as they moved.

"I suppose you all think this is funny." This came out more angrily that I'd intended but they didn't seem to notice, all giggling instead. "if you think I'm going to do the naked waiter gig for you, you can forget it."

More giggling before Berni managed to speak, "It's worse than that Joe." Their laughter increased and I just stood there bollock naked, waiting. My anger settled as I realized how silly I must look, trying to look indignant with my wedding tackle dangling freely between my legs. Unable to help myself, I started to smile. When they finally stopped laughing Berni explained their plan.

"I know you bought loads of food this morning but no one could be bothered cooking so we've ordered a take away from the Chinese in town, it should be here in about fifteen minutes."

This didn't sound too bad, I liked Chinese food. Berni continued, "as an initiation into our group of slappers, flappers and tarts we've decided you should answer the door and pay for the food."

"Like this?" Berni nodded, "No fucking way. For one it's probably illegal, and for two, we'll be spending a lot of time here, we don't need this kind of hassle or reputation."

"Don't be a pussy, they see lots of naked people in this part of Portugal and I'm sure they know it's mainly naturists in this compound."

I wasn't convinced but before I could say anymore Sarah spoke, "Just think of the benefits of being a fully paid up member of our secret little organization."

"What benefits?" I blurted out before I could stop myself; you could see Sarah brain working overtime as she tried to come up with some. This really was surreal, me naked with three beautiful woman stood around me, one of whom was my fiancée, discussing a secret, non excitant organization and the food due to arrive any moment.

Sarah finally spoke, "Well, you get a welcoming kiss from all the other members and one of our exclusive business cards." She searched in her bag and came out with a cheap business card, the type you'd get from a machine in the airport. 'Sarah Jones, Recruitment Specialist and Board Member, Slappers, Flappers and Tarts Int.' Underneath was a Betty Boop type character, bent over, her skirt up and her bum showing. This was funny and we were all laughing about it when the doorbell rang. I think I froze but Berni seemed cool, passing me some money and nodding with her head for me to go to the door. I looked at the three expectant faces, took a deep breath and went to the door. The hallway was narrow so they couldn't follow me but I was aware of them all moving to the living room window to look out.

As I approached the door I was really nervous and felt really stupid, having to force myself onwards. My dick was thankfully nowhere near erect but still too big and obvious to hide. I took another big breath, forced a smile on my face and opened the door.

I was expecting a Chinese person but instead there was a young Portuguese guy, he handed me the bags, not really paying much attention. As I handed him the money he took a sharp step back, having just noticed my nakedness. i didn't know if we were due change but I wasn't going to hang around to find out. As I stepped back to shut the door he just stood there smiling, his eyes dropping to my dick and his smile broadening. He brought his eyes back up and gave me a thumbs up before turning back to his moped. I just stood there flabbergasted.

"He looked cute." Becky said.

"Hands off, he's mine." I said to confused looks "I think he was gay, he certainly liked the look of my dick." After we stopped laughing Becky said, "Welcome to the club, I think you could be the biggest tart of all, chief tart instead of chief scout or something."

Before I ate I went and put some shorts and a t-shirt on; Berni understood but Sarah asked me why, I explained about our evening ritual and both Sarah and Becky seemed to think it was a good idea.

"Besides." Berni said in between mouthfuls of noodles "we like to go to pubs and clubs in the evening and you can't flash your tits and ass at someone if you're already naked." They laughed, I just smiled and shook my head in dismay.

The rest of the evening was really lovely, a little bit of chat, a little bit of wine and watching a bizarre, terribly acted Portuguese soap on our two channel TV.

I was awake early the next morning and Berni hardly stirred as I climbed out of bed. I walked naked to the kitchen, stopping besides the girls room but hearing no sounds. Before the holiday I'd been nervous about being nude around Berni's friends and thought it might spoil the holiday for me. As things had turned out being nude was the least of my worries, I felt fucking brilliant.

I thought about my run but decided I couldn't be bothered. Deciding instead to walk to the local village, get a coffee in the local café and bring back some pastries. It took about fifteen minutes to walk and I really pushed it, feeling guilty for not going for a run. The locals were always friendly and I'd come to recognize some faces, the early morning coffee being like a ritual to me each time we stayed in the villas.

It was a small village with only half a dozen shops and at this time only the café/bakery and the barbers were open. As I drank my coffee I decided to go for a haircut, I didn't really need one, but anytime I'd been in there I'd come away invigorated and feeling marvelous. Martim, the barber who owned it was traditional, never rushing, giving a little Indian head massage with each haircut and the most incredible hot towel shaves, cut throat razor and all. It didn't hurt that his trainee was his daughter Ana and she was stunning, sallow skin, great body and a winning smile. She spoke good English which was also helpful.

Martim always did the shaves, but each time I'd been Ana had been doing more of the haircuts, she was chatty and attentive without being flirty and was very popular with the customers.

As soon as I entered the shop things looked different, it was empty but it looked brighter, cleaner and bigger, if that's possible. Ana greeted me "Hello Joe, welcome back." I was amazed she'd remembered my name.

"Thanks, the shop is looking nice."

"Thank you, I redecorated after my grandfather died." Shit, I'd always thought he was her father.

"Sorry to hear that, when did he die?"

"Just before Christmas, he was ill for a long time but never stopped working. It's my place now and I've been making changes. We do women's hair now and we're knocking into the old cottage next door to make a little spa." As if reading my mind she picked up her grandfathers old cut throat and said "We still do the old stuff."

The blade was flashing in the morning light and I found myself feeling nervous. "I had a shave last night."

"I can see that but it won't be as close as this, besides it's good practice for me and I won't charge you."

I couldn't refuse and as soon as I sat in the comfortable old barbers chair and put my head back I found myself relaxing. Ana placed a hot towel on my face and as this was softening the skin she started to massage my temples. Martim had done this many times but it never felt this good. I found myself relaxed and aroused at the same time. She moved from my temples to my neck, massaging for a few moments and telling me to 'let the tension go'. She removed the towel and made a show of checking the sharp blade, smiling delightfully at my wide eyed expression. "Relax, I'm good." And as soon as the blade touched my neck I knew she was good, the strokes firm and steady.

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