The Greek island holiday was not only the last resort Tom and Jane could find a late flight to but it was the last resort for their marriage. From Tom’s perspective it had been seven years of purgatory, made worse by the fact that they had not been able to produce between them a child, which he was sure would have stopped Jane’s continual nagging and given her an outlet to relieve the pressure on, and the tedium for, him.

As they walked through the lobby of the Coliseos hotel towards the lift he had a dreaded fear that Jane would want to have unabandoned, relaxed sex throughout it in a last ditch attempt to conceive. She was 32, six years older than Tom, so the ‘ticking body clock’ issue was always to the fore, but as Tom followed her and watched her flabby thighs tightly forced into her shorts, and her flat chest barely making an impression on her bikini top, his heart sank.

“I’m Georgiou,” came a voice at Tom’s side, “can I carry your cases for you?”

Jane was already walking on, talking away thinking Tom was right behind her and hanging on her every word, carrying just her handbag while he seemed to have everything but the kitchen sink.

“Thanks”, said Tom, letting the handsome, swarthy youth carry the suitcases.

As they walked they saw a tube of KY jelly on the floor. It had fallen out of Jane’s handbag; just to add to the misery her pussy was as dry as the Sahara and Tom had long since given up trying to moisten it manually. Georgiou knelt down and picked up the tube. Looking up at Tom with an amorous smile he then said, “I’ll put it in your pocket.”
With that he put the tube deep into Tom’s shorts pocket, making sure he rubbed his cock through the netting as he did.

Although they talked going up to the room Tom couldn’t get the incident out of his head, this was made even more obvious by the fact that he had a massive erection, something not unnoticed by Georgiou. He tried to talk about boring things such as what Georgiou did in the hotel. It appeared he did a bit of everything, and he was particularly keen to pointing out that he was the ‘chambermaid’ for their floor and that he was up there at 10:30 every morning to make the beds and freshen up the rooms. After dumping the cases Tom tipped him well and Georgiou smoothed his hand as the money fell into his palm.

When Georgiou had left Jane said, “My God, you are excited to be here,” eyeing up his very visible erection, “we’d better not waste that, had we?” As she wrestled him to the bed Tom couldn’t think straight and his erection thankfully disappeared. Jane sighed, “Ah well, we’ve got plenty of time.”

The next day, after breakfast, Jane said she wanted to go into the village to look around. Tom told her he still felt a little tired so he returned to the bedroom. It was 10:15. His heart was pounding as he took off his shirt and shorts. He looked at himself in the mirror. His body was well toned and, again, his cock was as erect as a coat hook. He lay naked on the bed, semi covering himself with the sheet, and then got in a sleeping position, facing away from the door.

At 10.35 there was a very slight tap on the door. “Mr.