The first time it just sort of happened. I knew I was a completely different person when I was on holiday. I think most people are. You couldn’t as much as kiss someone at home without the whole town knowing your business and judging you. But on holiday you could be who you wanted. My only regret was that the friends I went away with didn’t seem to want to go for it like I did and I always felt I couldn’t completely break free.

When I met Carol I knew she was different. She had a wild side I recognised in myself. We only worked together for a few months but kept in touch when she left and started going out. When she suggested a holiday together I jumped at the chance.

One afternoon the sun was too hot so we sat in a bar and got completely sloshed. We ended up crawling back to our apartment just as everyone else was going out. We’d befriended some lads next door and saw one of them sitting on the step in his trunks as we got back. He was locked out and didn’t know where his mates were.

We invited him in and sat giggling on the sofa as he made us coffee. We started calling him our slave and asking him to do things for us like make us some food and tidy the apartment all the while dressed just in these small, tight trunks. He was quite short, not like the guys I usually fancied but he was nicely tanned and had a good body.

It started to get very suggestive and I realised how horny it had become, me and Carol bossing him around and watching him parade around the place. He saw his mates from the window coming down the beach and said it was a shame as he was starting to enjoy himself. Carol leapt up and drew the curtains and theatrically locked the door saying we hadn't finished with him yet - he could go out with them later but for now he was all ours.

He said he needed to pee and disappeared into the bathroom. Carol asked if I was OK with this and I answered her breathlessly, suddenly sobered by the tension.

"I’ve always wanted to do this." she said and giggled again.

I wondered what exactly she had in mind. He was gone for ages but eventually came out, leaning on the table, understandably unsure of what to do. He got the drinks I requested and a beer for himself.

Carol said she felt over-dressed and asked him what he thought. We were actually only wearing sarongs over our bikinis but compared to him, I suppose we were.

"Do you want to see my tits?" she asked, and unhooked her top at the back teasing the cups slowly down her front.

His cock swelled visibly in his trunks. His voice was a low, shaky murmur as my own had been just before.

"Was that a yes?" she asked him seeing him nod, staring intently at him.

She let the bikini top fall to reveal the quite large, firm breasts I had seen many times though never quite like this. Carol was calm, almost trance-like but he and I swallowed hard.

"Do you like them?" she said touching them fleetingly, spreading her hands over them so that her nipples poked briefly between her slim fingers.

"I love them." he told her, growing in confidence, an impossible bulge now growing in his black trunks.

She looked at me and back at him.

"My friend's shyer than me." she told him. "Maybe if you show us your cock she might let you see her tits too. Do you want to see her tits?"

His answer came by lowering his trunks and allowing his hard cock to spring from them; a wonderful, thick, smooth cock, quite long and impossibly hard.

Without waiting to be asked I pulled at my top and let my boobs fall free, shuffling along the seat to be right next to Carol and allowing him the view of his life.

It was all too much for him. His cock twitched violently and he started to come, sending a spurt against his own chest. Carol reached out and cupped his big balls in her hand causing a second surge that shot right over his shoulder.

She placed his own hand on his cock and spoke to him so softly, the slave act forgotten in an instant, coaxing him like a gentle lover and kissing his free hand as she encouraged his climax on and on.

I had never seen a man wank himself before and found it so much more erotic than in the films I’d seen. He did it slowly, producing wave after wave of pleasure for himself, standing virtually on tip toes with his muscled buttocks clenched until eventually the shuddering ceased and he was finished, his cock returning to more normal proportions.

"You are very good." she told him. "Now it’s our turn."

The banging on the door gave us the shock of our lives. The rest of the lads were looking for him. Carol seemed intent on carrying on but we heard them coming down the side path, even knocking on the bathroom window. After a few minutes they gave up and drifted off.

"You’d better go." she told him. "Give them a few minutes and sneak out."

"What shall I tell them?" he asked.

"Oh I don’t know, tell them you’ve been for a swim or something."

We let him out and locked the door behind him, after a few moments she shrieked and began laughing asking me what we'd done and saying we should get pissed at lunchtime more often. We deliberated about going out. It was still fairly early. I was still horny and didn’t want the mood to end. I realised it was her that made it so special.

We were still half naked and I didn’t want to cover up. I was having a major bi-moment and felt experimental. The knot in my stomach told me I was afraid but the heat from my pussy told me it was worth it.

Carol was retrieving her bikini top and I wanted to shout out to stop her covering herself up.

"How far would you have gone?" I asked her. "I mean if the others hadn’t have turned up? Would you have fucked him?"

She answered with a question of her own.

"Would you have liked to watch?"

We were talking in whispers although no one could have heard us. It was dark outside now and we lit two lamps. Carol checking the curtains were tight around the door from where he’d left.

"I’m glad you’re not shocked." she said. "I get so horny sometimes I feel I could do anything. It just sort of happened and he was lovely wasn’t he?"

"I didn’t think he was my type until I saw the bulge in his pants." I giggled to her.

"I’m glad he came when he did though." she said.

"I think I might have gone too far for you."

I knew what I wanted now and wasn’t going to let the chance slip.

"You couldn’t have gone too far. I want what you want."

My voice was slightly shaky but I held firm. "I’d have done anything. I will do anything..."

She sat beside me, her sarong all knotted and creased where she’d sat on it, her breasts resting on her slim, brown frame.

"Look at us" she said. "We’re gorgeous, what man wouldn’t come just looking at us? I wanted to strip you for him, make him beg to see us naked, I wanted to tell him how wet we were and show him, I wanted to wank myself in front of him and watch you finger your hot, tight cunt in front of us."

She was looking straight into my eyes as this wonderful filth poured from her lips. I had her now and kept her gaze as I asked a final question.

"And would that be for him or for you?"

"Come on." she said and took my hand.

We walked into the bedroom and closed the door behind us dropping onto the bed. I sat up as she pulled at the sarong and peeled her tight bottoms off kicking them to the floor in a tangled ball. "You have a model's body." I whispered as I had many times before, though always when she was clothed. "Wank for me, I want to see you come."

She stood back against the wardrobe and dropped her hand to herself, moaning loudly and shaking uncontrollably. She brushed her long nails through her soft bush and went lower to open herself up with a stray finger along her slit.

As I watched, I lifted myself up and pulled my own bikini off leaving the flimsy sarong behind like a tiny skirt hoisted up around my waist.

"I’m coming." she said "Just like him." and heaved and bucked as the momentum reached the point where she couldn’t stop it.

I spread my legs as wide as I could and let her see my pussy as she played with her own. The second I touched my clit I came too, loud and wild, thrashing my legs on the bed and feeling the unbelievable wetness on my fingers.

We fell asleep, naked together in the bed. The last thing I remember thinking was that three people had come like never before and we hadn’t even touched each other, I’d gone further than ever before yet all I’d really done was touch myself, I hoped the best was still to come.