Menorca in the early nineties was a a popular holiday destination for us. In the evening we would go into Mahon and wander along the harbour front calling in at the various bars along the way. One such bar which we found had pool tables and, somewhat oddly, fish tanks around the room. We had already been to a few bars before we got to this one and my wife had consumed a number of Brandy and Babycham drinks, her favourite tipple at the time. She was dressed in a short skirt, no panties and a low cut top. We sat on bar stools at the bar and continued to drink. A couple of locals started chatting and my wife started flirting. One was older, probably late forties and the other was around our age, early thirties. She often attracted attention so it was nothing new to see her chatting with a couple of blokes whilst I spectated.

The two locals eventually walked off and sometime later my wife decided she needed the loo which was through another room. She had been gone longer than expected when I decided to go and look for her. The room I walked through was quite dimly lit but sported two pool tables and was surrounded by a number of large fish tanks. My wife was at one of the pool tables with the two guys from earlier. She was bending over to take a shot while one of the men stood alongside her helping her to point the cue. Her boobs were barely contained by her t shirt top and and I wondered what it would take to make them fall out. I wenton past them to the toilets and decided that it would be prudent to take her home. After some prevarication she agreed and we left.

A couple of days later we were back in Mahon at the harbour. As we were walking past the same bar my wife decided she wanted to go inside. We sat on the same bar stools and ordered the same drinks. It was quite quiet in the bar it being quite early and we decided to wander through to the pool tables and have a game. My wife was wearing another short skirt and a blouse. As she bent over she lifted one leg onto the table and it was obvious that she didn’t have panties on. We finished playing and decided to walk along the harbour to try to find a bar with a bit of life in it. After an hour or so of calling at bars we headed back but dropped into the first bar again as it seemed livelier. As we sat down, we were joined by the two local men from the other night. My wife perked up when she saw them and they bought us a drink grabbing the last two remaining bar stools. Their English was quite good and we chatted for some time alternating on getting in the rounds although I was now on soft drinks as I had to drive back to our apartment. They asked if we wanted to play pool so we wandered through and found the place deserted.

My wife is not good at pool and pretty soon one of the men offered to help her. He stood behind her, helping to line up the cue then he showed her how to lift her leg onto the table to get a shot. As he did so he stepped back and we could all see my wife’s pussy. I think she was aware of the display she was giving because she spent ages holding the pose and lining up the shot. Needless to say she missed the pocket and handed the cue to one of the men. He handed it back saying he preferred to watch her rather than play.

She went back to the table and was now facing us. Her boobs looked great as she leaned over and they almost spilled out of her t-shirt. She was lining up the shot when one of the guys again offered to help her. He held both arms around her and gripped the cue with his left hand tightly into her boobs. I needed the loo which was right next to us so I went in and left them to it. I was shortly joined by the younger guy who said how hot he thought my wife was. I agreed and said she had always had a great figure and it had got better after childbirth. I went back to the pool table and my wife was facing away again with her skirt barely covering her arse and the older guy stood with his arms around her.

As I sat down I noticed that, far from helping her with the shot, he had got her boobs out of the top of her t-shirt and was tweaking her nipples whilst she continued to try and hit the cue ball. Her boobs were definitely a hindrance to making a shot now and after a couple of tries she gave up and handed the cue over before tucking her boobs away. I sat down next to her and put my arm around her. I had a conflict in my head between staying and going. Logic told me it was time to go, lust said “just a few more minutes”. Lust won!

The younger guy had finished his shot and handed the cue to my wife, but I took it from her and stood up to play the shot myself which resulted in the two men booing me and saying they wanted to watch my wife play. She was now well and truly drunk and staggered to her feet taking the cue from me and standing by the table. Then she leant over the shot and lifted her leg onto the the table fully exposing her pussy once again. Both the men cheered and the older guy came and stood directly behind her. He placed his hand on her arse and then pulled her skirt up around her waist before stroking her bum and exploring between her legs. He started rubbing two fingers up and down her pussy and my wife responded by thrusting back towards him as he inserted the fingers into her. Meanwhile the younger one had moved around to her front and once again her tits were swinging freely, hardened nipples brushing the green baize of the pool table whilst her breasts were roughly mauled.

The older man lifted my wife onto the table so that she was sitting on it, facing us, boobs free,  proud and thrusting. The older guy stood between her legs and gently eased her down so that she was laying on the table and then lifted her skirt exposing her moist sensual pussy. He bent down and started with his tongue licking up and down between her pussy lips while the younger guy had one hand inside his trousers and one hand rubbing over her boobs. I just spectated and it was the arrival of someone from the bar going to the toilets that made me realise that we were in a precarious and very public situation. The newcomer stood and watched and then moved in for a closer look at the same time as he was joined by yet another man coming through from the bar.

It was at this moment that I decided to stop what was happening and extricate my wife from a situation that she may regret later, at a time when I also felt that I might regret stopping it. As a reader you would have wanted more to happen and in retrospect perhaps I did too. This wasn’t a new situation. I had watched my wife with other men on a number of occasions but this time it felt wrong. We arrived back at the hotel and I couldn’t wait to get up to our room. We jumped in the lift and I jumped on my wife pulling up her skirt and gripping her bum,  pulling her into me. We almost ran to the room and enjoyed a night of bacchanalian sex reliving and retelling the events of the evening.

Many years later we returned to the bar. It hadn’t changed much, but it was virtually empty, devoid of two men that may or may not still use the same bar. We had a couple of drinks and then played a game of pool during which, and much to my amusement and pleasure, my wife demonstrated that she had once again “gone commando”!