This happened many years ago in Puerto del Carmen, Lanzarote. My wife and I were on holiday alone, away from the kids for the first time. Most of the week went by quite quietly but towards the end of the holiday my wife decided that we ought to let our hair down and have a night out. We visited the fun bars along the beach front. My wife, dressed in my favourite white dress (nipples easily discernible) was drinking heavily and flirting outrageously. Her figure was slim and trim with 34C boobs and she was enjoying the attention that she was getting. She was seriously drunk by about midnight so I decided we had better head back to our apartment. My wife wanted to walk along the beach and paddle through the water. The waves were quite busy, and my wife thought it would be fun to run through them. She lasted all of a few seconds before she was knocked over and fell into the oncoming rush. She staggered up, dress now completely see-through, and made for the safety of some sun loungers, I staggered alongside her trying to keep her upright. This guy suddenly appeared from nowhere offering to help, taking hold of one arm and dragging my wife up the beach. We made it to the sun loungers and my wife flopped down onto one. Our helpful friend, whom I recognised as being one of the guys flirting with my wife in the pub, sat down on another sun lounger and started jabbering away in Spanish. I ignored him and removed my wife's dress and wrung out as much water as possible. She was now topless and looking gorgeous laying back on the sun lounger. I was about to get her back into her dress when I realised how much I was enjoying him looking at her. Despite my horny feelings, I decided that it would be better if we left, but somehow couldn't bring myself to cover her up. I had another problem. My wife had removed her shoes for the walk on the beach, and now one was missing. We couldn't afford to lose a good pair of shoes so I decided I had better go back along the beach to see if I could find it. At worst it would be 400 yards back to where she took them off. I told my wife what I was doing and started off along the beach at a good jogging pace. After a 100 yards or so I glanced back to check on my wife but it was too dark to see anything. Very shortly afterwards I found the shoe, close to the water where my wife had first started paddling. I jogged back quickly, realising as I got closer that the Spanish guy was now bending over my wife. It wasn't until I was right back that I saw my wife was now completely naked and he was busy fingering her pussy. I came to a complete stop and just watched as his fingers busied themselves deep inside her and he bent down and started tongueing her clit. Judging from the noise, my wife was very wet, and she appeared oblivious to my presence. Her hips were off the sun bed, responding to his hand and mouth, whilst her hand was busy trying to find his dick. She had a good hold from the outside of his trousers, but couldn't find a way in, until he helped by undoing his belt and pulling his trousers down. Her hand immediately delved into his shorts and brought his dick out trying to steer it towards her pussy. Her nipples were swollen and hard and I couldn't resist the temptation any longer burying my mouth deep into her cleavage whilst at the same time freeing my dick for some much needed attention. Meanwhile the Spanish guy had inserted his cock into her wet pussy and was pumping away for all he was worth producing slurping noises as he thrust in and out. I stuck my own dick near her mouth and she greedily sucked on it, cupping my balls whilst tweaking at her nipple with her other hand. Just then, the Spanish guy came, pumping his load into my wife's pussy and then withdrew, leaving a trail of cum oozing from between her pussy lips. My wife dragged my cock down towards her pussy and I experienced sloppy seconds for the first time. Her pussy was warm and moist and very noisy and I could feel my cum rising before exploding into a tremendous orgasm. We rested on the sun beds whilst my wife gently stroked the cock of the Spanish guy, which even now, was responding to her touch. There was no way I was going to be ready again for ages so I just watched for a while before deciding it was time to leave. I got my wife back into her dress, tucked her thong into a pocket and fastened the straps of her shoes together. Then, the two of us lifted my wife and carried her between us up the beach all the while my wife squirming and fidgeting. I told her to be still as it was difficult to carry her but she said she couldn't because his fingers were in her pussy moving up and down in time with the walking. we got to the low wall which separated the beach from the road and the Spanish guy parted company walking off in the direction of the club. He had obviously followed us. I awoke mid way through the night with an erection and turned over to find my wife gently massaging her clit. We made love again, whilst my wife told me about how much she had enjoyed the night and how she would love to do it again. We did do it again, but that is another place, another time and another story .