This story is loosely based upon some true events. Names have been changed to protect identities. It is a prequel to my Stepdaughter stories and includes some of the characters featured in those.
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Three years before I began my affair with her daughter, I did enjoy a fantastic relationship with my wife. Our sex life was very active and adventurous. We had dabbled with threesomes with both men and women but without a doubt, our favourite was with another woman.
We were not what you might call experienced swingers, we never went out of our way to indulge this side of our life, but when the opportunity arose we would welcome it. If we went away together it would be something that was on our minds and Colleen was the main instigator.
Family holidays were not the usual time for such activities however. When Kimberley was younger we usually had a family room which made it impossible for much to happen. This year though was different. Kimberley was going to bring a friend. Her and Maddison were going to have one room and Colleen and I another.
We had a nice hotel in Rhodes town, just on a beach. There was a small swimming pool but due to the vicinity of the sea, we spent our days there. In the evening we would all walk into the town for dinner and then once we had returned to the hotel afterwards, the girls would head off to bed while Colleen and I would grab a drink in the bar and chill out.
The first evening in the bar we both noticed the girl behind the bar. As it was quite late in the season the hotel was fairly quiet and so apart from a few other couples, the bar was pretty empty. Colleen went up to the bar to order some more drinks and started to chat up the bar maid. A few minutes passed and it looked as if I was going to have to get my own drink or maybe join in the conversation.
"This is Anya." Colleen said as I picked up my drink from the bar.
"Hello Anya." I said and took a sip of my drink.
"Hello." Anya smiled.
I took another sip of my drink and then cast my eyes over Anya. Facially she was not to my taste. Her features were sharp and her hair tied back in a tight ponytail that emphasised these features. Her eyes though were playful and dark and I could tell by their movements that she was doing the same to me. She smiled again as I lowered my gaze to her chest. Her white shirt concealed large breasts held in a black bra that showed a little through her shirt. The buttons strained a little and she was not able to do the top two up that revealed the beginning of her cleavage.
"Anya is from Romania."
"Romania? Wow. What brings you to Rhodes?" I asked.
"I work here during the summer." She replied with a heavy accent, "I can make better money here than at home."
"I was just asking Anya what time she closed the bar." Colleen said purposefully.
I looked at Anya who blushed a little.
"Soon." She said.
"I didn't think you'd mind if I invited her to join us for a drink." Colleen continued.
I knew what Colleen had in mind and from the look on Anya's face, so did she.
"I told your wife that I could have a quick drink with you but I have to leave soon so cannot stay long."
I must have looked disappointed because Anya reached out her hand and stroked my face. Colleen looked on eagerly to see what I did.
"But I promise that I will make myself free another night. Not tomorrow but the next."
She smiled as my expression changed and then thanked a customer as they deposited a couple of glasses on the bar.
"Do you do room service?" I asked.
Anya blushed again as she realised what I meant.
"Sometimes."
"How about that last drink then Anya?" Colleen asked noting that we were the last two people in the bar.
"Sure. Go and sit down and I will bring them over."
We returned to our table. I watched her pouring our drinks and place them onto a small tray. With a flourish she lifted the tray up and came out from behind the bar. As she walked over to us I took in the rest of her body. I guessed that she was quite tall. About 5' 10" perhaps. Her breasts moved slightly as she walked and with her hand up by her shoulder holding the tray of drinks, the shirt had lifted slightly to reveal a thin strip of tanned skin. Her waist cut in sharply and then her hips widened. An hourglass figure. She wore black trousers that clung to her hips at the top and then flared out below the knee. Two slits showed off toned calves with the hint of a tattoo near one of her ankles.
"Our drinks." She announced placing them on the table.
Anya turned to put the tray on an adjacent table. This gave a fleeting but adequate glimpse of her rounded arse and the hint of lace poking out of her waistband.
Colleen reached out a hand and gave her arse a playful slap. Anya spun around and looked at me.
"Was that you?" She said accusingly.
Laughing, I pointed to Colleen. Anya sat down opposite us and started to fiddle with the clip that held her hair back. With a slight movement of her head, her hair dropped and framed her face perfectly. Her sharp features softened and I felt more attracted to her.
The three of us chatted and flirted for a few minutes while drinking. Anya had casually undone another button that eased some of the burden caused by her breasts but eventually she finished her drink.
"I'm sorry." She said getting up, "I have to finish up here and leave."
Colleen and I stood up. Anya leant over to kiss Colleen on the lips. Their mouths opened and Colleen reached out a hand to fondle one of her breasts. Their lips parted and Anya smiled and leaned in to kiss me. Our lips met and our tongues intertwined. I too placed a hand on a breast and gave it a squeeze.
"Don't." She said as she pulled away, "Or I may forget I am supposed to be elsewhere in twenty minutes."
"Don't worry." Colleen said, "We can wait."
"Speak for yourself." I answered running a finger along my erection.
Anya traced her own finger behind mine and smiled.
"Come on." Colleen said, "Let's leave Anya alone for now. We can fuck her another night."
Reluctantly I followed Colleen out of the bar and left Anya to her tidying up. We raced upstairs and I soon had my face buried between Colleens legs.
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The following day was much like the last. Breakfast in the hotel, day on the beach, back to the hotel to clean up for dinner and then a walk to a restaurant for dinner. Back at the hotel Colleen asked the girls if they wanted a drink in the bar. Thankfully, both of them said they were tired and was going to bed.
"Two Gin and Tonic's please Anya." I said as I approached the bar.
