Adventures Of A Reluctant Wife Chapter Four
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Something had to give. A rampant husband and two very good looking guys all at the same time. I still managed to see Tony once a week at his place, usually on a Saturday night. But he wanted to see me more often.
I was working, or at least supposed to be working, four evenings a week. But on at least two of those nights, I was being beautifully rogered by Al. So at least three nights, week in, week out, having extramarital fun. And, of course, because it all turned Gary on so much, he was getting more than his fair share of me too.
The biggest problem was with Al. I wasn't working long enough to make much commission, and with fuel costs up to Leeds four times a week, I was actually out of pocket some weeks.
Al also had a partner. He didn't tell me about her until we had been shagging for three weeks or so. I was upset he hadn't told me before, but then again, I hadn't said anything to him about Gary's feelings. He knew I was married, but nothing about hubby encouraging me.
I thought long and hard about it and eventually decided to give up the job. That, of course, also meant giving up Al. That was a shame because I was still getting the most wonderful sex from him. But all things considered, I think it was the right decision. Gary tried to alter my mind, but I think the fact that Al had been together with his girlfriend for five years or so made it easier.
The good thing was, it freed up some time for me to see Tony more often. We upped it to twice a week, or sometimes even three times, but I didn't stay the night every time. That would just be on Saturday nights when he didn't have to get up for work.
I was looking for another job, but I didn't want to jump into any old thing, so I was a little more selective. So for nearly three months, I was just a housewife and mother. Towards the end of that time, Gary sat me down and asked me if I would like a holiday somewhere nice and sunny.
"That would be lovely," I said, "but I didn't think you could take any more time off work until next year." But he had meant a holiday just for me on my own! I was quite sceptical about travelling alone, but we started looking for last minute holidays, and when we saw a week in Majorca at a really good price, he booked it for me. In three days time, I was going off for a week's break.
Gary made it very clear that he wanted me to have something to tell him when I returned. I wasn't sure there would be, because I really wanted a complete rest. I thought I might have to make something up. Anyway, Gary dropped me off at the airport, and off I went to sunny Spain.
I felt a little awkward on my own to start off with. It was an average-size hotel, but all couples apart from me as far as I could see. However, I did manage to chat to a few people, usually while sunbathing by the pool, and one couple, in particular, befriended me. Nothing naughty though. They were a fair bit older than me, but they were just being friendly, and probably felt sorry for me being on my own.
It was a seven-night holiday, and by the seventh morning, I had absolutely nothing to tell Gary. I was topping up the tan OK. Most of the ladies there went topless, so I joined them. I didn't want any strap marks. After lunch, I was on my sunbed, pretending to be reading, but actually trying to make up a story I could tell Gary when got home. It was a problem because I am not a very good liar.
All week, the pool waiters had looked after me very well, and one of them started chatting to me when he brought me a glass of white wine. His English was very good, and he had a nice smile. So, when he told me it was his night off and asked if I wanted to go out for a drink, I accepted. I arranged to meet him after dinner that evening.
As I got myself ready, I wondered if the waiter was just being nice, or if I had actually pulled. I didn't even know his name, but I hoped for the best. I wore a strapless red dress, so I couldn't wear a bra. All I had on apart from that was a pair of white, almost see-through panties, and red high heeled shoes.
Dinner seemed to take ages, but my waiter was still waiting for me as arranged. We walked together to the seafront, and to a bar with a really lovely view of the sunset. His name was Jesus (pronounced "Heyzuz",) and he was married and from Barcelona. He worked all summer in Majorca, and just went home to his family for the winter.
I drank Bacardi and coke, and he was on St. Miguel. We bought a round each and chatted very easily. He told me that he thought my husband was a fool to allow such a beautiful looking lady to go on holiday by herself. Well, it's always lovely to hear good things said about how you look, and I was getting confident that I had really pulled.
So, no more drinks. "Come on Jill, I will take you back to the hotel now," he said. I didn't argue. I assumed we were going back to my room, but he told me he was not allowed to do that, but he had his own living accommodation at the back of the hotel.
It was a tiny room, with a single bed, wardrobe, bathroom to the back, and a very small kitchen. It was in the kitchen that Jesus made his first approach, telling me how lovely I was, and kissing me hard, full on the lips. I knew what I wanted, so I responded, finding his tongue, and bringing his mouth firmly against mine, my hand round the back of his neck.
His hands moved to my bum, and he pulled me against him so that I could feel how hard he was. My cleavage was on show in that dress, and his eyes didn't move from that area, while he moved one hand up my back to try and unfasten my dress. It took him a while, but he got the zip down. My braless tits fell straight out in front of him, my dress fell to the floor, and I stepped out of it.
Of course, he had seen my boobs a lot around the pool, but this must have been very different for him. He played with them, sucked and licked my nipples, all the time saying something that I hope was complimentary in Spanish! I was stood in just a flimsy pair of panties. I didn't shave in those days, so my neatly trimmed pubic area was clearly visible.
His hand went down there, and he started playing with my pussy. But he stopped, picked me up, carried me over to the bed, and laid me down. I should have been staring at the ceiling, but I watched as he took off his trousers and t-shirt. He had gone commando, so his erection was there right in front of my eyes.
I'd never seen an erect penis like this one before. The size was normal, but it was an exaggerated banana shape, so much so that the tip was almost touching his stomach. He lay down next to me, and started kissing my nipples again. It was thrilling, and he was sort of giving it a commentary, all in Spanish.
Jesus gave my boobs about five minutes of extreme pleasure before his hand wandered down to my see-through panties. As he rolled them down my legs, I rubbed his cock and tweaked his balls. Then he finger-fucked me, again with a bit of a commentary, but I am pleased to say that stopped when he eventually went down on me.
As soon as I came, he sat up, opened a bedside cabinet drawer, and took out a packet of three condoms. "I am not a good Catholic," he said, smiling. He put one on, and entered me almost straight away, with one of my legs held high in the air off the bed. Now I was feeling the whole of that banana-shaped hard-on inside me, and it was good. He kept going for ages, adjusting my position to whatever he wanted several times.
We both had a cum at the same time. I felt his cock twitching inside me, and he didn't take it out for ages. I think he was trying to keep hard, but after a while, he gave up and pulled out, and then wandered over to the bathroom, presumably to dispose of the condom.
Time came into the equation at this point. It was just past 10 pm, and the coach was coming to collect me at 5 am to take me to the airport. I should really have left, got my packing done, and had a few hours sleep. But, he had only used one of his three condoms, and I hadn't even given him a blow job yet.
He got us both a drink of water. It was pretty hot in his room, and we both needed it. He took the glasses back to the kitchen, and returned to the bed, where I went down on him straightaway. He got hard again very quickly, and I got on top him, ready to ride him. I had to wait while he put the second condom on, but it was worth the wait. He grabbed my hips and bounced me up and down on him. I thought I was doing a pretty good job of that myself, but I have to admit, it was even better with a bit of help.
I leant forward so that he could get at my tits while he was fucking me. He was quite rough, tweaking my nipples really hard. Then I felt a gentle slap on one of my buttocks. I am not into pain at all, but the feeling I was getting from the fuck was so good, I just let him get on with it. I received several slaps to both buttocks, and we were both nearly there again.
The slapping stopped, I leaned back so that he had to let go of my boobs, and he shot his load just before I came this time. I looked at my bum in his mirror, and it looked pretty red, but it didn't feel too painful. We lay down next to each other, both on our backs, and let our breathing get back to normal.
The clock said 10.50 pm now. There was one more Durex left in that pack, and I had a target now. We had another drink of water, and then I started playing with his cock again. This time I used my hands while our tongues explored each other again. But it was only when Jesus went down on me again that he started getting hard.
His tongue was driving me crazy now. I had to have him again, so this time, I reached over and got the condom, unwrapped it, and put in on for him. I wanked him gently while I did it. That lovely banana hard-on was there for me again. He entered me from behind, but lying on his side.
I don't know why it happened, but he came really quickly this third time. I was expecting it to be a really long shag, but at least we had used the whole pack of three, and I had lots to tell Gary about. The clock said 11.25 pm. I came straight to the point, and asked him if he thought he had another fuck left in him.
He said he hadn't got any more condoms, and I said, "good, I want to feel you without one." It was very naughty, and a risk of course. But I was on the pill, so it was only the cleanliness side of things that were a concern.
I gave him a blow job, and he was there almost immediately. This time, I sat on him with my back to him. I put his cock in for him, and it felt so good. Once again, he helped me along, grabbing my hips, and urging me to ride him faster and faster. He had one hand on my tit, and another teasing my clit. It was a fantastic feeling.
With his finger there, I came twice while he kept pounding away. His breathing was getting heavier and faster, and we were both covered in sweat. Really hot sex in more ways than one. He couldn't hold on any longer, and he exploded up my pussy. It ran down my legs, and mixed with the sweat.
It was just before midnight. I had four fucks to tell Gary about, and I still had time for a shower, a bit of a sleep and very messy bit of suitcase packing to do. There was no way I would actually see Jesus again, and I remember thanking him for the sex before I said goodbye.
When I landed at Manchester the next morning, Gary was there to pick me up. I told him that I was literally shagged out, and his eyes lit up. I told him all on the journey back to Sheffield, and his driving got very erratic. Perhaps that would be enough for him now, but could I stop?
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