We went straight to bed and slept soundly until I was woken by the hum of activity outside. I had left the balcony doors wide open, sun was streaming in. I stumbled out of bed, pulled on a towelling robe and went to draw the curtains, but noticed that there was a canopy. I pressed the button and it slowly motored out, shading the room. My wife was just stirring. I stepped out onto the balcony.
Our room had a sea view over the pool. Already most of the sunloungers around the pool were occupied. From what I could see, most of the females were topless. Our room was on a corner, there was a road running alongside, no more than three metres wide and pedestrianised. Emergency vehicles only. It was intended as pedestrian only access to the beach. On the other side of this road was a building very similar to ours, also with balconies, and on a corner balcony one floor down from ours was a young woman sunbathing. Apart from large lensed sunglasses, nude. A much better view than that out to sea.
She was joined by a young man, wearing swimming shorts and carrying two bottles, one of which he handed to the girl. She sat on the edge of the lounger to drink it, he remained standing. She beckoned him closer and said something to him. They placed their drinks on the balcony table. The girl hooked her thumbs in the waistband of his shorts and worked them down. His erect cock sprang free. The girl took hold of it sucked it into her mouth. My own cock shot to attention, poking out through the front of the robe.
My wife appeared at my shoulder, curious about what was commanding my attention.
She tutted, then scolded me for watching and left, heading for the bathroom. I stayed. The man pulled away, obviously close to climax. The girl resumed her original position, on her back on the lounger, but this time with her legs draped over the sides. I was so close that I could see the pink inside of her gaping cunt. He positioned himself, cock bristling. She used the fingers of both hands to guide him in.
I took my protruding cock in my hand and gently wanked it. Very gently, I was on a hair trigger. The man fucked the girl vigorously, reaching the short strokes in record time. He pulled out and finished himself by hand, shooting a huge load over the girl's belly and tits. Cock now limp. He disapeared from my view. The girl remained spread for several long seconds, then she stood. She turned, looked up at me and blew a kiss. I scurried inside, caught in the act, a peeping Tom.
My wife had showered. She was standing in front of the full length mirror, bending foward, applying body lotion.
"Did you enjoy that?"
She sneered.
"Not as much as they did."
I replied. I dropped my robe, took hold of her hips and pushed my rigid cock against the moist cleft of her cunt. She stood up and pulled away.
"Fuck off!" She scolded. "You stink."
"Testosterone," I replied. "I'm ready to service my female."
"No chance," she said. "It's not testosterone, it's stale sweat."
My cock wasn't listening, it was still pointing skywards hopefully. I wiggled my hips, waving it about and said;
"So what am supposed to do with this?"
"Why didn't you wank as you perved?"
"I was saving it for you."
She tutted again. But she came to stand beside me, placed one arm around me and took my cock in the other hand. She wanked me quickly and efficiently as we both watched in the mirror. My reflection's cock jerked in the hand of her reflection, then spat a stream of thick spunk waist high on the mirror, we watched it trickle sadly down. My wife released me and walked away, saying;
"Clean it off, don't leave it for the maid to see. Then shower. You really do stink."
