I let the water wash over me. Cooling, after the sauna, soothing, quiet.

Somehow I utterly forgot that my lovely wife of twenty years was getting fucked by a stranger - four floors above me. A much younger, bigger stranger.

As I surfaced, I wondered again what were they up to exactly? Images gave me a delightful torment. her wild hair draped across the bed while he ate her out. Him riding her from behind. All intense and arousing.

I felt my cock harden as I leant on the far edge of the pool. It was an hour or so since I had left them. V., said she’d text when they were done. I swam back to check my phone.

Surfacing again, blinking the water from my eyes, I saw a couple enter the spa poolside. The only people since I’d arrived.

Both were wearing thick white hotel gowns, laughing, a kiss as the door closed behind them. He said something in a deep note. Something funny. She giggled. I instantly knew that voice - my wife.

They must have seen me but didn’t say a word to me. Then he took my wife robe and lay it on a lounger. She walked over to me. Her bikini was dry but she smelt musky.

V., sat down beside me, dangling her legs in the water. “Well?” I asked. “Very well” she teasingly replied.

“Well, what happened?” I foolishly asked.

V., just laughed. She lowered herself into the water, so we came face to face. Her curly brunette hair, beautiful brown eyes, gently lidded, and her natural innocent smile. She paused, just for a moment.

“Darling, it was intense. I think we shouldn’t chat about it just now. Later.”

She swam away. I hadn’t noticed him - Pavel, the young, very young Czech guru who hit on her last night. But there he was standing at this deep end of the pool. Something else - he was naked.

I looked up. Sure he was muscled but it was the cock which caught my attention. I guess that was inevitable - curiosity mainly but also - frankly - an immense amount of admiration.

I’m 8” when hard and fairly proud of my package but, wow, what a monster he had. Even flaccid it seemed as long as my forearm and almost as thick.

He noticed. His turn to sit beside me, then lower into the pool. His accent was light and his English was perfect. “Your wife is amazing man. Fucking her is immense - what a lady.”

Before I could say a word, he swam off towards my wife.

As he swam, I reflected on last night. For years we’d talked about getting her a young lover. Someone able to satisfy her libido better than me. But, we’d dithered. I’d pushed her but she didn’t feel “ready.”

Then, a weekend away from the kids in Prague. The bar. Three guys, chatting over an absinthe. Pavel - just 25 - tall, handsome and charming. Flirtation in a threeway chat.

“You’re fun” he said after B.. teased him. “I can show you some places tomorrow if you want. Be at your hotel early.”

“Thanks” I said with no pause before he answered “not you, my friend, just your wife.”

I was silent, speechless. V., looked at him and smiled innocently. “”Does that mean what I think it means?” She asked.

“if you mean fucking you tomorrow, yes.” he answered. “Let me give you my number”.

Almost meekly, my demure wife of twenty years handed over her phone. Pavel plugged in a number and listed a name ‘Young” for his first name “Hung” for his second. He smiled.

“I’ll think about it” V said.

“Just call me” he replied before kissing her cheek and walking off. “You’ll enjoy it. Others have. You deserve it.” With that he disappeared into the throng.

We walked back to the hotel in silence. In the room, V., asked my thoughts. I relied that she should follow her desire. Still there was a pang of jealousy when she reached for her phone immediately and texted him our hotel and room number. More when she added - “by 8am or we’ll be gone”.

A split second the a smiley face emoji. A second later “I’ll bring the condoms.”

V texted back - “enough for now” for a simple “Yh, you won’t be saying that tomorrow.”

I hardly slept until the morning. We’d order breakfast for the room - three servings of course.

7am, she was showering. I was dressed. A knock at the door.

V., came out of the bathroom in her knickers and bra. I went to the door.

Pavel of course, beaming smile, jeans and Tee shirt, rucksack over his broad shoulder. He shook my hand.

“I’m early but …” V finished his sentence “but welcome.”

She looked at me and said “darling, can you make yourself scarce? We’ll text you later”.

With that, she propelled me out of the room and toward the spa.

So, an hour later, here we were. Pavel was faster in the water than my wife. He caught up with her before the other end of the pool. They surfaced and he pulled her close for a kiss. Gently she pushed him back. She got out of the pool and passed to the sauna. He followed.

In the silence of the spa, I could hear her giggling. I swam closer - eager to hear. Her moans were audible. Little muffled gasps. Ten minutes or so and they came out.

V was naked now. I could see, more livid than her other flesh, that she’d shaved her pussy sometime earlier. Pavel emerged with my wife’s bikini.

Back to the pool they came, kissing before they entered the water again. V., came and leaned on the edge beside me.

“Sweetheart, I’m going to spend all day in the room. Don’t worry about me - I’m in very good hands.”

I nodded silently.

“Have you got your cards? Maybe see the town? I’ll text when we’re finished.”

Pavel slipped into the pool beside us. Without speaking he stood behind my wife, gently tugged her hair and arched her back to kiss him. What if someone else arrived?

She seemed lost in lust already. I could see her hand starting to strike his cock. Those moans and whimpers returned. It was clear that he was fingering her.

Then, she gasped. His big hands were steadying my wife’s hips but his legs straddled her. From the thrust it was obvious that he had started fucking my wife. Fucking her bareback. She made no complaint but just squeezed my arm, as she gasped for breath.

Higher than her usual pitch “oh fuck” the lower “that’s SOO good”.

The water was lapping furiously around them. She seemed to arch forward slightly, better able to take his length.

I caught Pavel’s eye. He winked and gave me a thumbs up gesture. He reached over my wife’s back to high five - without breaking the rhythm of their fucking.

Lamely, I raised my hand.

Then she came. I’d never seen her have such an intense orgasm. Shuddering, biting her lip, eyes dilated. Hand slapping the side of the pool.

Quickly he dismounted. V., left the pool slowly. “Fuck me, that was amazing”. I saw that her prudishness was gone. Her legs were wide open. Her cunt looked raw. But he’d clearly cum - a line of his jism oozing from my wife.

She stood. “But young man, we need to continue this somewhere else. It’s back upstairs for you.”

She was twenty years older than him. I am nearly forty years older than him. So, it was hardly surprising that he left athletically. But I was shocked to see he was still hard as a rock, cock erect and upright.

Like that I could see he must be at least 12” and thick - way thicker than me.

V., laughed. “We’ll have to wait for you to be … less obvious”. She said, with a little laugh.

Pavel said nothing, but took her shoulders in his firm hands and just pressed her to her knees.

He roughly started fucking her mouth. Quickly he came. She swallowed a little but the rest coated her breasts - the nipples hard and chest flushed from her orgasm.

With that his cock softened, globules of cum falling on the floor. V., looked at me before heading to the showers.

“Darling, can you clean that up? We’d be better shower and get back to the room. I’ll let you know when you can come back.”

That was 10am. It’s now midnight and she hasn’t texted. All I’ve had is two photographs. My wive’s knickers draped over giant cock and her back and peach, parted by his what looked like a dripping, fleshy baseball bat.

With them, an emoji 😈 and ‘xx’.

This is heaven.