In the beginning pt 3… Ibiza.

We’d been living together for a couple of years.

But that hadn’t slated our lust. We would fuck at every opportunity.

The only time we made any attempt at acting more appropriately, was when my kids were staying with us, which was every other weekend.

“Our weekend “ would be one long fuck-fest.

Even though we’d fuck every night, and a fair few mornings,too, at the weekend we spent most of our time enjoying sex.

We had told each other about our previous experiences, we’d talked fantasies and desires. We rigged up a tv and video recorder in the bedroom (I’m going back to the early’80s all this stuff was relatively new then.)

After our morning fuck, we’d shop, go to a video store where we knew we could get proper porn videos, the guy even got to recommending titles, cos he knew what we liked. It was always mfm.

Then we’d go back to bed in the afternoon and drink wine, watching the new video and fuck for as long as possible.

Readers wives letters were a monthly highlight. She used to like me to read them to her, as I played with her cunt, fingering her clit, trying to hold back her orgasms until the story came to its climax.

If there was one she liked particularly, she’d get me to read it again and agin, until I knew it from memory.

I realised that I was not really enough for her. She always wanted more cock, more cum. I could keep hard, but once I’d cum a couple of times, there was no more spunk.

She never complained, and when I said I couldn’t go on, she was fine. We were happy together, she didn’t want to risk our relationship, but she loved the sexual scenarios we’d watch, read about, or imagine. I’d think back to the time her husband had fucked, leaving her cunt full of spunk, and it would excite me to think about watching her, then sliding my prick into her cum filled cunt.

I’d fucked her twice that afternoon and evening, and when she got home, he’d finished work early and was waiting in bed for her.

She said she told him she was glad he was there, as she was still wet and horny from his earlier fucking,and climbed onto his little dick. She laughed as she told me she’d swamped it with cum, claimed the cum was all his from earlier.

But he did cum again, so she was happy with that.

Ibiza was our first family holiday.

We had a family room, so we were on very tricky ground sexually.

We got friendly with a group of guys, they were policemen, on holiday from the miners strike.

After a few days lounging round the pool, the kids were playing in the pool.

One of the guys said, “I bet it’s difficult having nookie, with them about “

“Impossible “ I said.

He laughed “we’ll keep an eye on them, if you like, go and fill yer boots”

She blushed, I got a hard-on…”are you sure “ she said…he just winked, “I’m sure you can return a favour at some point”

I went over to the kids, told them that the nice police men were in charge and that I had some business to take care of.

An hour later we were back, silly grins, sticky fanny for her, and a couple of beers for the coppers..

We went on a family boat trip the next day.

The cops came too. It was hardly family, more like club 18-30 with a crèche on the back for the half dozen families that came.

The kids were playing pirates, but up the front, the adults were playing adult games.

Free flowing drinks ensured that any inhibitions soon went.

At 32 and 35 we were probably the oldest couple. But when she was in the queue of girls doing a deck dance, she certainly stood out, and not because of her age.

Soon the lads were shouting “show us yer tits”

She looked over at me, flushed from cocktails and exertion, I shrugged my shoulders, and she shrugged hers, and off came her top.

I knew she’d be the first to show her tits..

A cheer went up, followed by clapping and more encouragement.

Soon the whole line was topless, and I suppose I’m biased that I thought she had the best figure and tits. (I found a photo of this not so long ago, I was right)

Silly games followed, for some reason, she was very popular to play “pass the balloon” without using your hands. I must confess I found it very horny watching her writhing against the horny young studs that made up the male contingent.

And I could see she was loving the attention.

Back at the hotel, later that evening, the policemen were complimenting her on her balloon rolling actions.

She now had what was effectively just a long sleeveless vest on.

Her nipples were very evident. It was low cut at the back, and she was naked under it.

I remember it was canary yellow, and she was golden brown, soft blonde curls, Roman sandals. She looked stunning.

The kids eventually went to bed, and we sat round chatting to four coppers, all in their late 20s. All fit looking guys, but very polite and almost respectful.

She got up to go for a drink, one of them was standing by the pool, and as she walked past him, my wife pushed him in.

There was much hilarity about this. When she came back she sat down next to me.

Of course the wet copper wanted revenge. She clung tight to the chair, he hugged her tight, and now her dress was sticking to her body.

They’d all seen her topless, she wasn’t in the least concerned, but it was somehow much more erotic than being topless.

They tried to get her off her chair, but she wasn’t letting go, she couldn’t, (and still can’t), swim, she wailed.

Eventually they agreed not to throw her in, but they would carry her across the pool on their shoulders on the chair.

Looking at me, I just said “as long as you don’t drop her in, cos she really can’t swim, she’ll drown, especially with the amount of booze she’s had today “

With a cheer they lifted her shoulder high. She was clinging to the chair, slightly hysterical but also laughing.

Four fully clothed policemen walked my still seated wife down the steps of the pool, into the water, around it and out.

They dunked her down to her shoulders, so she looked naked when she came out.

Then they walked her around the pool area, into the gardens.

I could hear laughter and giggling.

In about 5 minutes two came back and said their goodbyes to me.

They were all going home on a late flight.

Twenty minutes later, the other two came back. Much hand shaking and farewells.

“She’s waiting for you in the gazebo at the end of the flower beds” they said, and then they went.

I walked through the garden to the gazebo. I could see her, still sat on the chair, in the moonlight.

She looked radiant but disheveled.

Her breasts were barely covered, her dress up around her thighs.

My cock stiffened.

“Are you ok ?” I asked

“I’ve been a bit naughty “ she replied

“Are you sticky” I said

“Very”

I think you should take that wet dress off”

She stood looking straight at me.

Struggling out of the clingy wet t shirt dress, she looked even more stunning, naked in the moonlight. It was obvious she’d let them fuck her.

I wanted her even more.

“So did you have all four of them “

“No, just the last two, the other two just had a kiss and a feel, please don’t be upset with me “

“I’m not, I want to fuck you too”

“Oh yes please, I’m yours, claim me back, give me your cock”

I bent her over the table and slid my aching cock into her very wet, cum filled cunt.

I tried to take my time, she was so tight, so thick with creamy cum.

She was almost purring with delight as I fucked her.

I knew that night, that we’d have to find a way to make this a regular part of our sex life together.