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Val and I were enjoying dinner in the hotel restaurant following an afternoon relaxing on the beach. We’d been together for almost ten years, and she looked just as beautiful as on the day we’d met, with her shoulder-length wavy brown hair and dark brown eyes. She smiled at me as we finished the starter, with a cheeky grin telling me she was in the mood for sex. I smiled back and winked at her. That was our code, and even though we’d been having a bit of a rocky time in recent months, when we did have sex it was always hot and passionate.
“Are you having some more?” she asked, referring to the starter.
“No, I’m saving myself for the steak,” I responded.
Val stood up to fetch a second helping of salad. She was wearing a very low-cut long white soft cotton dress, with a slit all the way up to her waist on one side. I considered it as inappropriate attire for a restaurant. In fact, I thought it was rather slutty, but I didn’t want to make a fuss. We’d argued about her clothing choices in the past. She said that she liked to be glamorous which in reality meant that she enjoyed the attention. Women would glare at her out of jealousy or fear that she would steal their husband. Men would stare at her because she was hot. I watched her slim yet curvaceous figure with long slender legs and thin ankles turning the corner toward the buffet.
A man in his twenties approached the table next to ours and sat down. He was muscular and rugged-looking, with short brown hair and light blues eyes. He was built like a lifeguard.
“Good evening,” he said with an Australian accent, “I’m Ollie.”
“Hi, I’m Marc,” I replied, shaking his hand briefly.
I wasn’t very fond of meeting strangers, especially in restaurants, but it was practically unavoidable in a holiday hotel. For some reason, holidaymakers seem to think that we’re all one big happy family. They have no issue with plonking themselves down on the beach right next to you or asking you to keep an eye on their kids while they go to the loo. As soon as you’ve spoken to them once, you have to keep saying hello every time you bump into them, no matter how many times a day. It’s as though ‘all-inclusive’ means that everyone should be included in everything.
Val came back from the buffet with a small plate of salad in her hand. She saw Ollie immediately and smiled at him, leaning forward to put her plate down. Her boobs were almost falling out of her top, giving me an eyeful and no doubt a clear view to Ollie too. “If only she would wear a bra or be a bit more careful,” I thought to myself.
“Hi Ollie,” she said, “How are you? Finished for the day?”
“Hi Val,” he replied, “I’ve still got to clean up the shed after dinner, but then I’m off tomorrow.”
“How do you two know each other?” I asked, trying to hide my nervousness.
“Ollie runs the jet-ski rentals,” said Val, “I met him this afternoon while you were in the room reading your book.”
My mind flashed back to earlier that day. Right after lunch, I’d decided to stay in the hotel room because it was too hot outside. I’d read for a while and then accidentally fallen asleep. I’d left Val alone on her own for almost three hours. When I went out to find her, she was lying under a sun umbrella, and she wasn’t very talkative, to say the least. I figured she was angry at me for having left her on her own for so long.
“She’s pretty good at it.” Said Ollie cheerfully.
I looked at Val, wondering why she hadn’t said anything to me about her going jet-skiing. I felt like somehow I had been betrayed. It wasn’t like her to hide things from me. Something was going on between her and Ollie. I guessed that it wasn’t by chance that he had come and sat down next to us. He was after my wife, for goodness sakes! I hated to think what might have happened between them.
“You didn’t say anything about jet-skiing,” I said to Val, nervously.
“Oh, didn’t I?” she replied nonchalantly, “I thought I had told you.”
“No, you didn’t,” I said, clenching my teeth.
“I took her out for a couple of spins on a two-seater to get her used to it,” Ollie continued, smiling, “That’s what we do with people who have never been on a jet ski before. It helps them to get a feel for the speed and the waves. It can be quite choppy out there at times, but Val did just great.”
Thoughts of my wife out on the water with Ollie filled my mind. I bet he’d enjoyed watching her ample boobs bouncing around in her skimpy, almost sheer red bikini. I bet the bastard had his arms around her to keep her ‘safe’ from falling off. I could see her smiling away happily with Ollie holding her tightly, joking around and having fun together while I was asleep in the room. I imagined he probably had his boner pressed up against her ass all the time.
Val wasn’t above flirting from time to time, especially on holiday. There was something about being surrounded by fit young men which brought out her naughty side, much to my chagrin. I don’t think she’d ever cheated on me, although it had been quite close at times. We’d argued about it before on several occasions. For the most part, it was harmless flirting, but there had also been one or two times when it had apparently gone too far. I could still clearly remember one particular occasion when I caught her up against the wall in a dark corner of the dance hall; her clingy dress hoisted up above her stockings. The guy had spotted me and fled before I could recognize him. Val and I had the biggest argument ever because she refused to tell me who he was, even after I threatened to leave her. She was afraid that I would do something stupid and insisted that it was just a silly incident because she’d had a bit too much to drink. She promised me that she wouldn’t have let him go any further.
“It’s quite fun. You should try it.” Val said, looking at me.
“No thanks,” I replied sullenly. I was in no mood for thinking of having fun.
Ollie stood up, saying that he would catch up with us later. He’d decided to finish up the shed before eating, claiming that he wasn’t all that hungry after all. Before leaving, he turned to Val, smiling.
“If you want to go for another spin, you know where to find me.” He said, then winked at her.
“See you, mate.” He said, flicking his head at me before walking away.
---
“You scared him off,” said Val, sighing, “He’s such a charming young man.”
“Charming your panties off, no doubt,” I replied curtly.
“Why does it always have to be about sex with you?”
“I could ask the same about you. I’m not the one flashing my tits at every man I see.”
“I wasn’t flashing my tits.”
“They almost fell out of your dress. Any further and they would have been on your plate. And what’s with the split up your dress. I could see the waistband of your G-string.”
“We’re on holiday, Marc. Lighten up. Most people are dressed casually.”
“Most women are not flaunting their body like some…”
“Some what? Some cheap whore? Is that what you wanted to say? Most men would be proud to have a woman like me. I’m still in great shape for my age, and I’m not afraid to show it.”
“I saw Ollie eying you up like a piece of meat.”
“Oh, I get it now. You’re jealous of Ollie.”
“Should I be?”
“Yeah, maybe you should. He treated me like a gentleman.”
“I bet he did, the little jerk. I bet he fucks a different chick every night.”
“Maybe he does. He is very handsome, and he’s got the right tools.”
“Fuck you, Val, if you haven’t already been fucked today!”
“I might have been.”
“You make me sick! I’ve had enough of this.”
I slammed my fists down on the table, stood up and walked swiftly back to the hotel room, furious at her comments and severely disturbed that she might have had sex with Ollie. They certainly seemed to be a little more than just friendly, and that comment about taking her for another spin wasn’t just about riding a jet ski. It seemed deliberate, to wind me up and let her know he’d like to do it again. This time, she had gone too far. I sat on the edge of the bed with my head in my hands, fuming.
A few minutes later, Val knocked on the door. Reluctantly, I let her in.
“What happened to your key card?” I asked.
“I lost it somewhere.”
“Probably at the jet ski shed.” I said dryly, “What the fuck is wrong with you?”
“I’ll tell you what’s wrong with me. My husband’s a boring old fart who wants to stop me from living, having fun. Things are great until you decide that all the other men are trying to take me away from you.”
“That’s because they are. I know how men think. All it takes is for them to see a good-looking woman and they want a piece of her.”
“And you don’t think I know that?”
“Then why do you encourage them? Why can’t you just be…?”
“Be an ordinary, boring, good wife who hides away from her sexuality?
“No, just not flaunting it, flirting, teasing, and winding the guys up.”
“Because that’s who I am, Marc. It’s what I like to do when I’m not stuck in the office sixty hours a week. I like to dress up sexy, feel sexy, have men admire me, especially you, but you don’t.”
“I do.”
“You don’t. You want to keep me in a cage. I want to be free.”
“Did you fuck Ollie?”
The words just spouted out of my mouth, from nowhere. It was as though someone else had said them, and now they were out there, lingering above our heads. All the other times Val had been flirting, I’d never confronted her so directly. I’d always assumed that she was just messing around. Besides, I wouldn’t have liked to know the answer if she had been screwing another man. The thought of hearing a ‘yes’ was tearing through my mind, ripping it apart. I gulped.
“He wanted to,” she said, quietly, “He asked.”
“What did you say?”
“I’m standing here with you, aren’t I? I said no, of course.”
I reached out and pulled her toward me. She fell into my arms, and I put my hands on her waist. I could feel tears streaming down my face as I made bawling noises that I hadn’t made since I was a child. We stood there clinging to each other for a couple of minutes, not moving. When I looked at her, she was also crying, the tears causing her mascara to dribble down her face. She kissed me, holding my head in her hands, thrusting her tongue into my mouth.
I reached down to the hem of her dress, and slowly lifted it up over her head, exposing her beautiful body and delicious breasts. We kissed again as she unbuttoned my shirt and opened my belt buckle before dropping to her knees. She unzipped my fly and put her hand into my briefs, pulling out my already swollen shaft. I looked down at her, watching her suntanned body while she engulfed the tip of my rod between her lips. It had been a while since she’d given me a standing blowjob. It felt magnificent, especially when she swallowed it down all the way. All thoughts of anger, jealousy and foolishness had disappeared. Val was pleasuring me with such enthusiasm that I almost blew my load right down her throat.
I reached down and lifted her into a standing position, then led her to the bed, sitting her down on the edge and pushing her back into a lying position. I reached around her waist and removed her G-string, which was thoroughly soaked with her pussy juices. She lay there with her legs open, her superb shaved pussy on display, waiting for my tongue to explore her. I licked gently at first, savoring her taste and running my tongue between the folds and over her clitoris. I watched her tummy rising and falling gently and her boobs following the rhythm of her breathing. She moaned lightly as a pressed my tongue more firmly, darting the tip inside her while kissing her soft, delicate pussy lips. Within a few moments, I could feel the gentle trickle of her juices dribbling down my chin as she came, at first tensing up and then thrashing about with my head held between her thighs. She squealed and pushed my head away.
“Come on top of me.” She urged, pushing herself up onto the bed until her head was resting on the pillow.
I clambered onto the bed and knelt over her, pushing my rod between her slit and rubbing the tip across her clitoris. Val loved being teased before me penetrating her, so I kept pushing up against her pussy as though I was about to enter her and then withdrew over and over. I watched her biting her lip as I did so, her eyes wild with desire and her boobs jostling as she writhed around.
“You teaser! Just give it to me.”
I pushed slowly but firmly inside as I lay face down on top of her, kissing her.
“Fuck, you are beautiful,” I said, my swollen dick feeling the ridges of her pussy closing in around it.
“Am I?” she replied, smiling happily.
“Yes, too beautiful to ever let you go.”
“I’m not going anywhere. I’m right here with you.”
We built up rhythm until I felt her pussy tighten around my shaft once again. She had tears in her eyes as she came, digging her nails into my back. She kissed me frantically and then let out the loudest scream I’d ever heard. I was pretty sure the whole hotel could have heard it.
“Cum in me now,” she sobbed, “Give me your load.”
I pushed deep inside her. She reached under her leg and grabbed my balls, tugging on them gently for a few seconds. That was enough for me to explode inside her, my stream of cum filling her while she looked at me, lovingly. I hadn’t seen that expression since the early days when we had just met.
“That was awesome,” she said, “Only you could make me feel that way.”
I felt great about it at the time, but that wasn’t the end of the story. In later times, I started to have my doubts again.
“Are you having some more?” she asked, referring to the starter.
“No, I’m saving myself for the steak,” I responded.
Val stood up to fetch a second helping of salad. She was wearing a very low-cut long white soft cotton dress, with a slit all the way up to her waist on one side. I considered it as inappropriate attire for a restaurant. In fact, I thought it was rather slutty, but I didn’t want to make a fuss. We’d argued about her clothing choices in the past. She said that she liked to be glamorous which in reality meant that she enjoyed the attention. Women would glare at her out of jealousy or fear that she would steal their husband. Men would stare at her because she was hot. I watched her slim yet curvaceous figure with long slender legs and thin ankles turning the corner toward the buffet.
A man in his twenties approached the table next to ours and sat down. He was muscular and rugged-looking, with short brown hair and light blues eyes. He was built like a lifeguard.
“Good evening,” he said with an Australian accent, “I’m Ollie.”
“Hi, I’m Marc,” I replied, shaking his hand briefly.
I wasn’t very fond of meeting strangers, especially in restaurants, but it was practically unavoidable in a holiday hotel. For some reason, holidaymakers seem to think that we’re all one big happy family. They have no issue with plonking themselves down on the beach right next to you or asking you to keep an eye on their kids while they go to the loo. As soon as you’ve spoken to them once, you have to keep saying hello every time you bump into them, no matter how many times a day. It’s as though ‘all-inclusive’ means that everyone should be included in everything.
Val came back from the buffet with a small plate of salad in her hand. She saw Ollie immediately and smiled at him, leaning forward to put her plate down. Her boobs were almost falling out of her top, giving me an eyeful and no doubt a clear view to Ollie too. “If only she would wear a bra or be a bit more careful,” I thought to myself.
“Hi Ollie,” she said, “How are you? Finished for the day?”
“Hi Val,” he replied, “I’ve still got to clean up the shed after dinner, but then I’m off tomorrow.”
“How do you two know each other?” I asked, trying to hide my nervousness.
“Ollie runs the jet-ski rentals,” said Val, “I met him this afternoon while you were in the room reading your book.”
My mind flashed back to earlier that day. Right after lunch, I’d decided to stay in the hotel room because it was too hot outside. I’d read for a while and then accidentally fallen asleep. I’d left Val alone on her own for almost three hours. When I went out to find her, she was lying under a sun umbrella, and she wasn’t very talkative, to say the least. I figured she was angry at me for having left her on her own for so long.
“She’s pretty good at it.” Said Ollie cheerfully.
I looked at Val, wondering why she hadn’t said anything to me about her going jet-skiing. I felt like somehow I had been betrayed. It wasn’t like her to hide things from me. Something was going on between her and Ollie. I guessed that it wasn’t by chance that he had come and sat down next to us. He was after my wife, for goodness sakes! I hated to think what might have happened between them.
“You didn’t say anything about jet-skiing,” I said to Val, nervously.
“Oh, didn’t I?” she replied nonchalantly, “I thought I had told you.”
“No, you didn’t,” I said, clenching my teeth.
“I took her out for a couple of spins on a two-seater to get her used to it,” Ollie continued, smiling, “That’s what we do with people who have never been on a jet ski before. It helps them to get a feel for the speed and the waves. It can be quite choppy out there at times, but Val did just great.”
Thoughts of my wife out on the water with Ollie filled my mind. I bet he’d enjoyed watching her ample boobs bouncing around in her skimpy, almost sheer red bikini. I bet the bastard had his arms around her to keep her ‘safe’ from falling off. I could see her smiling away happily with Ollie holding her tightly, joking around and having fun together while I was asleep in the room. I imagined he probably had his boner pressed up against her ass all the time.
Val wasn’t above flirting from time to time, especially on holiday. There was something about being surrounded by fit young men which brought out her naughty side, much to my chagrin. I don’t think she’d ever cheated on me, although it had been quite close at times. We’d argued about it before on several occasions. For the most part, it was harmless flirting, but there had also been one or two times when it had apparently gone too far. I could still clearly remember one particular occasion when I caught her up against the wall in a dark corner of the dance hall; her clingy dress hoisted up above her stockings. The guy had spotted me and fled before I could recognize him. Val and I had the biggest argument ever because she refused to tell me who he was, even after I threatened to leave her. She was afraid that I would do something stupid and insisted that it was just a silly incident because she’d had a bit too much to drink. She promised me that she wouldn’t have let him go any further.
“It’s quite fun. You should try it.” Val said, looking at me.
“No thanks,” I replied sullenly. I was in no mood for thinking of having fun.
Ollie stood up, saying that he would catch up with us later. He’d decided to finish up the shed before eating, claiming that he wasn’t all that hungry after all. Before leaving, he turned to Val, smiling.
“If you want to go for another spin, you know where to find me.” He said, then winked at her.
“See you, mate.” He said, flicking his head at me before walking away.
---
“You scared him off,” said Val, sighing, “He’s such a charming young man.”
“Charming your panties off, no doubt,” I replied curtly.
“Why does it always have to be about sex with you?”
“I could ask the same about you. I’m not the one flashing my tits at every man I see.”
“I wasn’t flashing my tits.”
“They almost fell out of your dress. Any further and they would have been on your plate. And what’s with the split up your dress. I could see the waistband of your G-string.”
“We’re on holiday, Marc. Lighten up. Most people are dressed casually.”
“Most women are not flaunting their body like some…”
“Some what? Some cheap whore? Is that what you wanted to say? Most men would be proud to have a woman like me. I’m still in great shape for my age, and I’m not afraid to show it.”
“I saw Ollie eying you up like a piece of meat.”
“Oh, I get it now. You’re jealous of Ollie.”
“Should I be?”
“Yeah, maybe you should. He treated me like a gentleman.”
“I bet he did, the little jerk. I bet he fucks a different chick every night.”
“Maybe he does. He is very handsome, and he’s got the right tools.”
“Fuck you, Val, if you haven’t already been fucked today!”
“I might have been.”
“You make me sick! I’ve had enough of this.”
I slammed my fists down on the table, stood up and walked swiftly back to the hotel room, furious at her comments and severely disturbed that she might have had sex with Ollie. They certainly seemed to be a little more than just friendly, and that comment about taking her for another spin wasn’t just about riding a jet ski. It seemed deliberate, to wind me up and let her know he’d like to do it again. This time, she had gone too far. I sat on the edge of the bed with my head in my hands, fuming.
A few minutes later, Val knocked on the door. Reluctantly, I let her in.
“What happened to your key card?” I asked.
“I lost it somewhere.”
“Probably at the jet ski shed.” I said dryly, “What the fuck is wrong with you?”
“I’ll tell you what’s wrong with me. My husband’s a boring old fart who wants to stop me from living, having fun. Things are great until you decide that all the other men are trying to take me away from you.”
“That’s because they are. I know how men think. All it takes is for them to see a good-looking woman and they want a piece of her.”
“And you don’t think I know that?”
“Then why do you encourage them? Why can’t you just be…?”
“Be an ordinary, boring, good wife who hides away from her sexuality?
“No, just not flaunting it, flirting, teasing, and winding the guys up.”
“Because that’s who I am, Marc. It’s what I like to do when I’m not stuck in the office sixty hours a week. I like to dress up sexy, feel sexy, have men admire me, especially you, but you don’t.”
“I do.”
“You don’t. You want to keep me in a cage. I want to be free.”
“Did you fuck Ollie?”
The words just spouted out of my mouth, from nowhere. It was as though someone else had said them, and now they were out there, lingering above our heads. All the other times Val had been flirting, I’d never confronted her so directly. I’d always assumed that she was just messing around. Besides, I wouldn’t have liked to know the answer if she had been screwing another man. The thought of hearing a ‘yes’ was tearing through my mind, ripping it apart. I gulped.
“He wanted to,” she said, quietly, “He asked.”
“What did you say?”
“I’m standing here with you, aren’t I? I said no, of course.”
I reached out and pulled her toward me. She fell into my arms, and I put my hands on her waist. I could feel tears streaming down my face as I made bawling noises that I hadn’t made since I was a child. We stood there clinging to each other for a couple of minutes, not moving. When I looked at her, she was also crying, the tears causing her mascara to dribble down her face. She kissed me, holding my head in her hands, thrusting her tongue into my mouth.
I reached down to the hem of her dress, and slowly lifted it up over her head, exposing her beautiful body and delicious breasts. We kissed again as she unbuttoned my shirt and opened my belt buckle before dropping to her knees. She unzipped my fly and put her hand into my briefs, pulling out my already swollen shaft. I looked down at her, watching her suntanned body while she engulfed the tip of my rod between her lips. It had been a while since she’d given me a standing blowjob. It felt magnificent, especially when she swallowed it down all the way. All thoughts of anger, jealousy and foolishness had disappeared. Val was pleasuring me with such enthusiasm that I almost blew my load right down her throat.
I reached down and lifted her into a standing position, then led her to the bed, sitting her down on the edge and pushing her back into a lying position. I reached around her waist and removed her G-string, which was thoroughly soaked with her pussy juices. She lay there with her legs open, her superb shaved pussy on display, waiting for my tongue to explore her. I licked gently at first, savoring her taste and running my tongue between the folds and over her clitoris. I watched her tummy rising and falling gently and her boobs following the rhythm of her breathing. She moaned lightly as a pressed my tongue more firmly, darting the tip inside her while kissing her soft, delicate pussy lips. Within a few moments, I could feel the gentle trickle of her juices dribbling down my chin as she came, at first tensing up and then thrashing about with my head held between her thighs. She squealed and pushed my head away.
“Come on top of me.” She urged, pushing herself up onto the bed until her head was resting on the pillow.
I clambered onto the bed and knelt over her, pushing my rod between her slit and rubbing the tip across her clitoris. Val loved being teased before me penetrating her, so I kept pushing up against her pussy as though I was about to enter her and then withdrew over and over. I watched her biting her lip as I did so, her eyes wild with desire and her boobs jostling as she writhed around.
“You teaser! Just give it to me.”
I pushed slowly but firmly inside as I lay face down on top of her, kissing her.
“Fuck, you are beautiful,” I said, my swollen dick feeling the ridges of her pussy closing in around it.
“Am I?” she replied, smiling happily.
“Yes, too beautiful to ever let you go.”
“I’m not going anywhere. I’m right here with you.”
We built up rhythm until I felt her pussy tighten around my shaft once again. She had tears in her eyes as she came, digging her nails into my back. She kissed me frantically and then let out the loudest scream I’d ever heard. I was pretty sure the whole hotel could have heard it.
“Cum in me now,” she sobbed, “Give me your load.”
I pushed deep inside her. She reached under her leg and grabbed my balls, tugging on them gently for a few seconds. That was enough for me to explode inside her, my stream of cum filling her while she looked at me, lovingly. I hadn’t seen that expression since the early days when we had just met.
“That was awesome,” she said, “Only you could make me feel that way.”
I felt great about it at the time, but that wasn’t the end of the story. In later times, I started to have my doubts again.
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