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“It’s simple really. When you think about it, all three
of us want the same thing. So, make the most of the
opportunity. If you want to fuck him, or if he wants to
fuck you, then do it. It doesn’t matter whatever else
you’re doing.”

“Whatever else I’m doing?” Her incomprehension was
obvious.

“Well, not literally, Kelly! I don’t mean if you’re
shopping in Sainsbury’s or whatever the Majorcan
equivalent is! I mean when you’re here in the villa,
even if you’re with me. I’ll get turned on because I
know how much you adore it when he fucks you.” My
fingers were still inside her. “And I like the results;
when you’re full of his cum, just like you are now.” I
got a bit carried away at this juncture. “There can
never be too much of it. I want you overflowing with
it.” I saw her nose wrinkle at the prospect.

“But Ben, when I’m like this I can’t even feel you.”

“It doesn’t matter to me, Kelly.”

“Well it does to me! You know, Ben, I was looking
forward to our holiday here. I guessed I’d be spending a
lot of time on my back but it never occurred to me that
it would only be with Carl. I assumed that you’d want to
make love to me, too.”

“I do, Kelly, honestly.”

“I don’t think you do, Ben. The reality is you prefer to
watch, don’t you?” She still had a puzzled expression.

“Well, perhaps sometimes, Kelly, I suppose you could say
that, yes.” Did I really mean that? It was too late. I’d
already said it.

“I wish I could understand you, Ben.” And then she began
to cry.

“I wish I could understand myself. But I do love you,
Kelly, I swear.”

She did not answer me but continued to cry silently. The
pillow was now wet with her tears. I kissed her wet
salty cheek but she told me to leave her alone. I told
her I didn’t mean to upset her but she ignored me. I
kissed her once more and this time she told me to go
away. I knew she meant it too; her actual words allowed
for no ambiguity. I slipped on some swimming shorts and
leaving her in our bedroom, went out to the pool.

I felt really invigorated after swimming a dozen or so
lengths. I climbed out and sat on a chair to dry off in
the sun. I looked around me. We were situated near the
top of a small hill. Carl’s villa was in its own large
grounds. There was any number of olive trees dotted
around. The boundary of the property was fenced and
lines of pine trees had been planted to form a screen.
His nearest neighbour was some way away on the lower
slopes, but only the roof of the building could be seen
above the trees.

Carl was correct when he said that his villa was very
private. Further away still was the little village whose
lights we had seen last night and where, according to
Carl, there was a bar that served good food. In the
distance, through the shimmering heat haze, the sea was
visible. The standard rectangular shaped pool was a good
size with a small springboard at one end. Signs
indicated that it was two metres deep at this end and
one metre deep at the other.

Scattered around the poolside were white plastic sun
beds, on which were cushions in a blue and white check.
Closer to the house there was a table and four chairs
but these were in the shade as above them was a large
timbered structure on which a dense bougainvillaea was
flourishing. The clusters of small cerise flowers were
in striking contrast to the azure blue sky. It was a
lovely spot, for sure.

A short while later Carl came out on to the terrace. He
was naked. He was obviously proud of his body and
rightly so. It wasn’t just his dick; he had an excellent
physique, too. He worked hard in the gym and it showed.
But he was also an exhibitionist and he grasped this
opportunity to walk around bollock naked. He walked
straight past me and dived into the pool. After he’d
swum about twenty lengths he climbed out and sauntered
towards me.

“That’s better,” he said. “The water’s perfect,” he
added. He disappeared into the villa but soon re-
appeared carrying a tray on which there was fruit juice,
croissants and coffee. He was still naked and was to
remain that way for most of the time we were at the
villa. We were seated at a table drinking coffee when
Kelly appeared. She wore only a pair of high cut blue
bikini bottoms.

She was looking all around her. “This really is
beautiful,” she said as she walked towards the pool.
Carl agreed but he was thinking about her backside. Her
lightly tanned firm rounded cheeks complemented the thin
strip of blue material that purported to be a bikini
bottom. She was moving in an almost hypnotic way and
could not have looked more alluring. She stood at the
edge of the pool for a while and then she turned round
and sashayed back.

With each step her full breasts gently swayed from side
to side. Her nipples were already prominent, coaxed out
and then caressed by the soft breeze. The shadow of her
dark pubis and the contours of her labia could be seen
through the thin blue material of the bikini bottom. She
looked incredibly sexy. By the time she sat down Carl
was half erect. She looked at him and laughed. “Don’t
you ever think of anything else, Carl?”

“It’s very difficult when you’re around, Kelly!” He
stood up and went indoors to get another cup of coffee.

She was still upset and in no mood to talk to me.
However she was determined to look on the positive side,
and to make the most of things. She mentally listed
them. One; the villa was perfect. Two; there was not a
cloud in the sky. Three; she could still have a good
time with Carl. Things weren’t that bad, all in all. She
sat down with us and took a croissant from the plate.
She reached languidly for the jug and poured out an
orange juice.

“Well, Kelly, do you like it?” Carl had returned.

“It’s wonderful, Carl.” She looked up at the blue sky
and squinted when her gaze strayed too near the sun. “I
could easily get used to this, I really could.”

We enjoyed a leisurely alfresco breakfast together. It
didn’t take long to clear away, to put the juice back in
the fridge and to load the dishwasher. When Kelly was
satisfied everything was in order she went back outside
and made herself comfortable on a sun bed. I hadn’t even
shaved so I returned to my room. By the time I came out
on to the terrace both Carl and Kelly appeared to have
nodded off as they basked in the warmth of the sun. Carl
had positioned his sun bed quite close to the one
occupied by Kelly.

I dived in the pool and swam another few lengths. It is
quite a pleasant sensation to swim naked. When I’d had
enough I climbed out and prepared for some sun bathing,
spreading my towel out on a sun bed. I lay down and
closed my eyes, already feeling the warmth of the sun on
my back. The only sound was the gentle slap of the water
against the sides of the pool and even this was
diminishing as the water was gradually returning to its
former calm state. The whole effect was soporific and
the result was inevitable. It was Kelly’s voice that
woke me up.

“Carl, you’ll no doubt be pleased to hear what Ben said
to me this morning.” She was making no effort to
moderate her voice. She was still angry with me; that
much was obvious and it was perfectly clear she had
wanted me to hear what she was saying. She continued,
“He says that you and I should indulge ourselves
whenever we feel like it. It seems,” she strongly
emphasised the word ‘seems’, “he prefers to watch.” The
venom in her words was quite apparent.

“Is that so?” Carl paused for a moment. He continued and
this time the question was not rhetorical. “Is that a
problem for you, Kelly?” He was trying to sound
concerned.

“I don’t suppose it is for you, Carl.”

“So what would you say, then, if I said that I feel like
it right now?” I could hear the smile in his voice.

She thought for a moment and then she laughed. “I think
I would say, ‘Snap!'”

He did not answer. I waited a while and then I looked at
them. They had taken the cushions from their two sun
beds to make a double mattress on the ground. Kelly was
on her side facing me, her behind nestling into Carl’s
groin. Her eyes were closed but I knew she was awake.
Her bikini bottoms were round one ankle. They were
fucking.

It was a slow comfortable fuck; it was too hot for
anything else. And when he’d finished it was evident
that she’d known all the time I was awake. She just
looked at me and the briefest of smiles crossed her
face. “Satisfied?” she asked. Then, without waiting for
my answer, she again closed her eyes. They were still
coupled together when she nodded off.

I had to admit one thing. She had taken notice of what
I’d said.

Chapter 13

We were getting ready to go out that evening and I
decided I’d try again to make amends. “Kelly, I’m sorry
about this morning. I didn’t mean it to sound as if I
didn’t want to have sex with you. I do!”

She was rather offhand. “You have a funny way of showing
it, Ben! Anyway, it doesn’t matter. I’m hardly likely to
go short, am I?”

Still hoping that it did matter, I went into the
bathroom to take a shower. I was drying myself when I
walked back into the bedroom. Kelly, who had showered
ahead of me, had combed her hair up in that enchanting
style and was wearing another halter neck dress, this
one in pale blue cotton. She was sitting on the edge of
the bed applying a deep blue nail polish to her
toenails. Her knee was up by her chin and it was clear
that she was not wearing any underwear. “Aren’t you
putting any knickers on?” I asked.

“Why, do you think I should? I thought you liked it when
I went without. Would you rather I put some on?”

“No Kelly, of course not.”

I suppose it was an idiotic thing to have asked. Why
should she wear any? It has always been a turn on for me
to know she was naked under her dress and I could not
imagine Carl complaining. There was a knock on the door
and the man himself came in. He was wearing a green
checked casual shirt and black chinos. Kelly carried on
applying the polish.

“Hello, Kelly,” he said, “You look nice!” He looked at
me and grinned. “Evening, Ben!”

Kelly affected surprise. “Oh it’s you, Carl. I didn’t
recognise you with your clothes on!” She stood up, still
smiling at her own joke. The dress length was halfway up
her thigh. As she moved the halter neck revealed in a
most tantalising way the sides of her breasts. “Well,
how do I look?” she asked us both.

I told her that she looked stunning and kissed her. She
put her arms around my neck and the hem of her dress
rose to reveal the very tops of her legs and the
beginning of the soft curves of her buttocks. Carl, who
was standing behind her, was afforded a delightful view.

We drove down to the harbour in Carl’s car. It was a
two-door job and Kelly volunteered to climb in the back.
I gave her a helping hand, or more accurately a helping
finger. She was very wet. It was only a ten minutes
drive to the harbour and we were soon parked. It was a
beautiful balmy evening with just the barest hint of a
breeze.

A large number of people were already milling around.
Carl led the way into the restaurant. The building
itself was not very big but there was a reasonable sized
terrace on which there were a number of tables, most of
which were already occupied. Carl spoke to a waiter and
he led us to the one unoccupied table that overlooked
the water’s edge. There was a reserved sign on it and he
promptly removed it. Kelly sat down, carefully holding
the hem of her dress. I sat next to her and Carl sat
opposite us both.

I looked at the harbour, observing the boats gently
rising and falling in the almost imperceptible swell.
They ranged in size from small fishing boats to large
cabin cruisers, from boats that looked barely sea-worthy
to luxurious gin palaces with every conceivable extra.

On some of the latter, people could be seen sitting on
deck with drinks in hand, ostensibly ignoring, but
perhaps secretly enjoying the envious looks of the
ordinary tourists who were trying to ascertain if such
ostentatious wealth belonged to anyone they might
recognise, a pop-star or a captain of industry. I
watched a rather dilapidated fishing boat leave the
harbour and I wondered how many hours would pass before
it would return.

I heard the waiter say ‘Buenos Noches’ and I took the
proffered menu from him, returning his greeting in my
best Spanish. He replied, in English, and asked if I
wanted a drink. I ordered a San Miguel, and I perused
the menu, stroking my lip as I decided what to order.

My taste buds were working overtime, but not because of
the appetising choices on offer. Kelly’s beautiful
intimate flavour, still lingering on my finger, was the
reason. Carl seemed unable to make up his mind what he
wanted. He looked around to check that he couldn’t be
overheard and then he leaned forwards and spoke to us
both.

“They’ve got some nice things on the menu,” he said in
a conspiratorial voice, “but I have to say that the most
edible thing I’ve seen tonight is Kelly’s bum!”

She made as if she was shocked but she was secretly
delighted. She put on a somewhat haughty manner and
said, “Well you’ll have to choose something else, Carl,
my bum’s not on the menu.”

I tried to be funny. “Well it would be, Kelly, if you
sat on it!”

Our drinks arrived and we all touched glasses and wished
each other a happy holiday. Carl finally decided what to
eat and the waiter took our order. It was a very good
restaurant. The food was excellent and so was the wine.
At the end of the meal I paid the bill and then we drove
back to the villa. Carl suggested we have a nightcap and
went off to fix them.

Kelly and I went out on the terrace and sat down at the
table, having first pulled three chairs together. I
turned to Kelly and told her that despite what I’d said
earlier, I was glad she would be sleeping with me that
night. She told me she was glad, too. I had my hand on
her upper thigh. It was fairly dark and her legs were
under the table so it wasn’t obvious.

Carl returned with three glasses and a bottle of Rioja
that he had just opened. He poured out the wine and then
sat down next to Kelly. We sat there chatting and
occasionally laughing. We were all very relaxed and were
enjoying each other’s company. I was also enjoying an
intimate contact with Kelly. My hand was now so high on
Kelly’s thigh that I could feel her pubic hair on the
outside of my hand.

I was more than content just to leave it there; a little
secret shared by the two of us, but it didn’t remain a
secret for long. I suppose it was no surprise that Carl
had the idea to touch Kelly up, especially as he knew
she had no underwear on. But it was a major surprise to
him when his hand made unexpected contact with mine. In
a violent reflex action, he pulled it away and in so
doing, his knuckles rapped the underside of the table,
causing the glasses to bounce.

It was rather comical, but Carl had actually hurt
himself. Kelly who had laughed loudest, and who now felt
a degree of guilt for doing so, immediately went into
full Florence Nightingale mode. She went into the
kitchen and returned with a cloth in which she’d wrapped
some ice cubes. She placed it on the back of his hand
and told him to keep it there as long as possible. Once
she had satisfied herself that his injury was unlikely
to be life threatening, she agreed that we could go to
bed. She kissed Carl goodnight and we left him out on
the terrace, nursing his bruised knuckles and the
remainder of his drink.

We were no sooner in bed than we were all over each
other. We made urgent love and then in the post coital
after glow we both drifted off to sleep, waking in the
morning all the better for the perfect night’s rest. The
only evidence of the previous night’s sexual activity
was the pungent aroma of stale semen when Kelly moved in
bed.

Chapter 14

We had woken up to the sound of rain. Kelly kissed me
and said that she would make the tea. She slipped out of
bed, into her little green camisole and disappeared into
the kitchen. Ten minutes later she reappeared carrying a
tray on which there were three cups. She looked like a
little French maid, except that she wasn’t wearing the
frilly knickers; in fact she wasn’t wearing any
knickers. She gave me a cup and said that she would take
Carl’s in personally, the notional reason being so that
she could check how his hand was. I guessed that Carl
would be pleasantly surprised. You don’t often get a
semi-naked nurse paying that much attention to a minor
injury, even with a private medical scheme like BUPA!

Half an hour later she came back. I was already in the
bathroom shaving. She came in and kissed me on my cheek.
She ran some water in the bidet and as she douched
herself she told me that, according to Carl, the rain
was likely to clear up in the afternoon. She then
showered and was still drying herself when she joined me
in the bedroom, looking for something to wear.

We realised after the first morning that Carl didn’t
wear clothes in the villa and we were prepared to ‘do in
Rome what the Romans do’, but the rain had cooled things
down considerably. Kelly felt rather cold, the erect
state of her nipples providing ample evidence of the
fact. She looked in the wardrobe and selected a yellow
tee shirt that just about covered her bottom. She was
about to slip some knickers on as well, but I
intervened, putting on as shocked an expression as I
could manage.

“Surely,” I asked, “it is not that cold is it?”

It was easy for me to say this; I was already wearing a
pair of shorts. The double standards involved did not go
unnoticed but Kelly, in a gesture typical of her
generosity of spirit, sacrificed her comfort for my
pleasure. The three of us breakfasted in the kitchen and
watched the rain beating down on the terraced area
outside. Carl said that he was planning to go to the
bank in Cala D’or, and I asked if I could go with him,
as it would give me the chance to change some
traveller’s cheques and to hire a car for a couple of
days.

We finished our breakfast and Carl got up from the
table. He went into his room to get the documentation
for the bank, and also to put some clothes on. I just
had to don a tee shirt and a pair of decks and we were
ready to go. Kelly declined the invitation to come with
us because she wanted to wash a few things and write
some cards. Maybe she also wanted to take the
opportunity to put on some knickers on and warm herself
up.

The windscreen wipers were struggling to cope with the
rain as Carl and I drove into town. We were unable to
park outside the bank and the nearest spot we could find
was at least fifty metres away. Fortunately we were
outside a bar so we went in. I ordered two beers and we
waited for the rain to ease. I noticed his bruised
knuckles and I asked him how his hand was.

He looked a trifle embarrassed as he flexed it “It’s
fine thanks, Ben. Look I’m sorry about last night.” He
must have seen the surprised look on my face. “I mean
about touching Kelly up. It was a bit crass.”

“Carl, you don’t need to apologise. You know what Kelly
said to you yesterday, so as far as I’m concerned, there
is absolutely nothing for you to apologise for. Anyway,
apart from your hand, I presume everything else is
okay.”

“Are you serious, Ben? How could it not be? Your wife’s
the sexiest woman I’ve ever known!” He paused a moment.
“Do you mind if I ask you a personal question, Ben? How
is it that you never get jealous when she’s with me?”

“You have to understand her, Carl. She is a highly sexed
woman. She needs sex frequently. And it is a real need,
Carl, make no mistake. You fulfil that need; we both
know why. Yes, and before you say anything, I’ve heard
all the bollocks about it’s not what you’ve got; it’s
the way that you use it. Kelly’s even told me that
herself, but she was sparing my feelings.

I believe that size does matter, at least as far as she
is concerned, and I know I can’t satisfy her in the way
that you can. But that’s all you are doing, Carl, you’re
satisfying her sexual needs. She is fond of you, of
course, but the attraction is, primarily, a physical
one. I would certainly be jealous if she loved you but
she doesn’t; she loves me. So, why should I be jealous?
You tell me.” I looked out of the window at the rain. It
showed no sign of abating.

Carl looked at me and sighed theatrically. “So, what you
are saying, Ben, is that Kelly only wants me for my
body.” He smiled ruefully. “Well, whatever the reason,
I’m not complaining. But there’s no way I’d let her
screw around if she were my…”

I angrily interrupted him. “Hang on, Carl! Kelly is
screwing you… only you! She is not screwing around and
I don’t like to hear you say that she is.”

He apologised at once. “I’m really sorry, Ben. Of course
I didn’t mean to imply that Kelly was screwing around. I
only meant to say that I could not be as generous, as
altruistic, if you like, as you are, that’s all. Look,
I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have raised the subject.”

My anger had passed. “Okay, Carl, apology accepted.
Coming back to what you meant to say, then.” There was a
pause as I tried to get my thoughts together. “Hell,
Carl, I’m really speaking from the heart, here. It has
got nothing to do with altruism.”

I was actually surprised that he had ascribed such high
motives for my behaviour. “But the word sounds similar.
Troilism is the actual name for it. And the definition
of troilism is a third person deriving sexual pleasure
from a sexual act involving two others. You two are not
the only ones getting pleasure from the relationship; I
am, too.” I looked straight into his eyes. “And it’s a
real turn on, believe me. So I’m happy for it to carry
on as long as Kelly wants it to.”

Carl looked at me and nodded. There was a broad grin on
his face. “In that case, Ben, I’ll do my very best to
keep you happy!”

I guessed that Kelly would be equally determined to
ensure my happiness but no doubt he’d find that out for
himself. Anyway, the rain had begun to ease up so we
took the opportunity to make a dash to the bank. And by
the time we’d left some twenty minutes later it had
stopped altogether and the sun was shining. Carl then
drove me to the car hire office. As I was only hiring it
for a couple of days I went the whole hog; automatic,
air conditioning and power steering. I arranged for it
to be delivered the following day.

We drove back to the villa and we smelt the aroma of the
freshly percolated coffee as soon as we stepped inside.
Kelly had been playing solitaire and she got up and
poured out three cups. Carl said a quick hello and then
went straight to his bedroom, returning barely a minute
later. Barely was the operative word, he was completely
naked when he came back into the kitchen.

We took our coffees and were sitting outside on the
terrace, under cover of the bougainvillea, when the rain
returned with a vengeance. No one wanted to get soaked
going to lunch, so we decided to eat in. Carl sorted out
a pizza whilst Kelly prepared a salad. I laid the table
and organised the wine. Considering the lunch was
rustled up out of nothing it was more than adequate. I
was taking my wine waiter duties quite seriously,
ensuring our glasses were never empty.

We were on our second bottle and were all in a happy
frame of mind by the time we’d finished eating. Kelly
tried to tell a joke but got a fit of the giggles. She
could barely get the words out for laughing and every
time she laughed her breasts jiggled under her tee
shirt. This tended to make her nipples stand out all the
more. To cap it all she could not remember the punch
line but it really didn’t matter. We could not have
enjoyed the joke more and her laughter was infectious
anyway. I looked out of the window. The rain was still
lashing down. So much for Carl’s weather forecasting!

Kelly and I left the table, taking our wine glasses with
us, and went over to the sofa to sit down. Carl had some
paperwork to attend to, so he stayed at the table. Kelly
was still happy, she was still giggling but now she was
also feeling randy. I’d no sooner sat down than she was
kissing me, pushing her tongue in my mouth and groping
me through the thin material of my shorts.

I looked over my shoulder; Carl, who had his back to us,
seemed preoccupied with his paperwork so I
surreptitiously unzipped my shorts. My erection sprang
free but it wasn’t free for long! She had already
grasped it and was positioning herself astride me. And
she continued holding it until it was sheathed in her
hot velvet fanny. She was pleased with herself, that
much was evident from her manner, a manner suggestive of
a cat that had taken all the cream.

Carl had his back to us and was apparently unaware of
what we were doing. I found it quite arousing, because
it was tantamount to doing it in public. Nevertheless I
didn’t want our activity to be too blatant so I pulled
down the hem of her tee shirt so as to cover us as much
as possible.

I was experiencing glorious sensations as her vagina
rhythmically contracted around my dick and I closed my
eyes so that I could better savour them. Then I felt her
hands on my face and her tongue in my mouth. We had to
come up for air, and I took the opportunity to pick up
our wine glasses from the occasional table. Kelly took
her glass, which had been half-full and drained it.

Carl looked up from the table. “More wine?” he asked. He
didn’t wait for an answer but walked round the table
carrying the bottle and his own glass. Possibly aware of
our shenanigans, and certainly emboldened by our
discussion outside the bank, he stood very close to
Kelly as he refilled first her glass and then mine. His
penis was hanging directly in front of her face.
Difficult to disregard at the best of times, it was
impossible to ignore it now, and he knew that only too
well. He knew she would react, but he didn’t know how.

Just as well really. Because she bit it; and rather
harder than she had intended to, as well! She had only
been joking, of course, but she’d had four glasses of
wine. He yelled and quickly stepped back so as to be out
of range. She hadn’t hurt him that much; it was his
pride, rather than his pride and joy that had been
wounded. No one spoke for a moment.

“Kelly,” I tried not to laugh, “I think you’ll find that
Carl said, ‘more wine’ not ‘gnaw mine!'”

Carl smiled through the pain. “Oh come on Ben, it’s an
easy mistake for a girl to make!”

She looked sheepishly at Carl. “I’m really sorry about
that, Carl. I didn’t mean to hurt you, honestly. Come
back here and I’ll kiss it better. I won’t bite it, I
promise.” No one would turn down an offer like that and
Carl was certainly not going to. He returned, now
standing so close to the two of us that I could feel his
knee on my thigh. Kelly was as good as her word. It
began to get better as soon as she held it in her hand.

It continued to make good progress when she kissed it.
And once it was in her mouth recovery was complete. This
much was self-evident; even her cheek was beginning to
bulge as she sought to contain his growing erection. She
gave up the unequal contest, but she continued holding
his rigid shaft, concerned, maybe, that without such
care and attention, it would suffer a relapse and
soften. “Does that feel better, now?” she asked him.

He grimaced. Talk about laying it on with a trowel!
“It’s a bit better now, thank you, but I think it still
needs more treatment.” I honestly don’t know how he
managed to keep a straight face. This was really
pathetic!

His erection was jutting up above her face and she had
to gently pull the tip down to get it back into her
mouth. And then came her piece de resistance. She placed
both hands on my shoulders and proceeded to raise
herself off my dick. And as she raised herself off mine
so would she take more of his in her mouth. And then, as
she sank back on mine, more of his appeared. She had
deliberately skewered herself on our dicks and she
appeared to be in a seventh heaven.

Although she would occasionally look up at Carl, her
attention was mainly fixed on me. I think that she was
trying to see just how excited she could make me. I
would have told her had she asked. It was unbelievably
erotic and I was on the verge of ejaculation. I was
desperately trying to delay the moment, mentally
reciting Arsenal’s cup winning team of 1971. I had got
up to ‘Geordie’ Armstrong when Kelly stopped moving. She
had been forced to call a halt; her jaw was aching too
much for her to continue.

I suggested we go into our bedroom because it would be
more comfortable. Kelly nodded and immediately stood up.
I got to my feet too, glad to be able to stretch my legs
and glad to afford my rigid cock the opportunity to cool
off! I turned to Kelly and kissed her. My tongue was
immediately in her mouth. Perhaps I was subconsciously
reclaiming the territory that had just been invaded by
Carl’s dick! I undid the button at the top of my shorts
and I stepped out of them. I also took off my tee shirt.

I handed Kelly her wine and she took a sip before she
walked into the bedroom. Carl and I followed, catching
alluring glimpses of her delightful bum as the hem of
the tee shirt moved with every stride. She sat down on
the edge of the bed and placed her wine glass on the
bedside table. She removed her tee shirt, and gave us
both a big smile as she did so. I sensed she wanted us
both at the same time. It was clear that she would be
more comfortable accommodating me in her mouth, so I
took control.

I lay down on my back with my feet towards the pillow
and Kelly, doing exactly as I’d asked, positioned
herself over me, as if we were about to have oral sex
together. Carl immediately knelt down behind her with
his knees just inside and slightly behind hers. He
grasped her hips and his erect penis sought out the
delicate pink petals of her entrance. But Kelly was
impatient, and had already reached down between her legs
in order to guide him into her.

It was fascinating to watch her soft flesh open up and
to see his great thickness slowly sink into her. To sink
into her until their pubic hairs meshed and only his
heavy hairy balls, dangling in my face, were visible.
And then I felt her lips around my cock. Kelly tried to
take the whole of me in her mouth, but she had to give
up when she began to gag. I suggested that she leave me
alone for a moment because I didn’t want to cum too
soon.

Carl now slowly withdrew his shaft, heavily smeared with
Kelly’s lubrication, until only his bulbous crown
remained in her. I marvelled at Kelly’s inner lips,
dilated so as to be almost diaphanous, yet still
clinging limpet like to his shaft, and holding him fast.
Her clitoris had never been more prominent and the
succulent pink inner flesh, swimming in her lubrication
had never looked more delicious. I looked at her
engorged outer labia lips.

I had never previously noticed that one was slightly
thicker than the other but such beauty is rarely
perfectly symmetrical. I studied the smooth tanned skin
of her inner thighs and the white crease lines in her
groin. I observed the soft and shiny black curly hair of
her pubis. I could see where she had depilated her
bikini line, and where the new growth was just beginning
to appear. I wanted to kiss, to suck and to taste every
little bit of her but Carl was already sliding back into
her depths.

His actions were somewhat slow and deliberate and I felt
that he was putting on a show for me, a live sex show
with my wife as his co-star. Their performance went on
for about five minutes or so before he disengaged
himself from her completely. Then he sat back on his
haunches so that I could have an uninterrupted view of
my wife’s adorable fanny. But now, instead of the soft
pink flesh there was just a black hole leading into her
core.

She was, if anything, even more irresistible. I was like
a man possessed as I sucked and licked her fleshy labia
and clitoris. I heard Kelly groaning with pleasure
before she again took me in her mouth. However I sensed
she would prefer Carl to resume fucking her, so I ceased
my oral ministrations and rested my head on the bed once
more. I had no sooner done so than Carl was again inside
her. Only this time it was patently obvious he meant
business.

The earlier slow motion fuck had clearly been for my
benefit, but this one was for his. This was a proper
fuck, and the speed and power of his thrusts was
increasing all the time. With each deep thrust his hard
flat stomach collided with the soft roundness of her
backside, and the resulting shock waves spread through
her whole body and caused her mouth to judder on my
cock.

In fact she had to release me because she was concerned
she would inadvertently bite me. (To bite one cock
accidentally was bad enough; she could never live down
biting two!) It was a blessing in disguise because it
allowed me to concentrate more fully on what was
happening just inches from my very eyes.

My ears were assailed with different sounds, the sticky
slurping noises as Carl partly withdrew from her, the
thwack of flesh against flesh as he drove back in, and
the disembodied grunts and groans, as Kelly and Carl
gave voice to their sensual delight. Kelly’s buttocks
were reddening from the constant impact, but she was
oblivious to it, in fact she was oblivious to
everything.

Her whole universe was centred on her vagina and on the
incredibly powerful tool that was driving into it with
such fierce energy. Carl gave a last thrust and I sensed
him straining to get even deeper as his semen spurted
into her. Kelly felt that he was trying to split her in
two and this brought on her own climax. A moment or so
later it was all over. Carl withdrew from her, and I
heard him say that he’d leave us alone together. Then I
heard the door shut and there was silence for a moment
before Kelly spoke.

“What was it that you said, Ben? Oh! I remember. That
you wanted me to be full of his cum? You did say that,
didn’t you? Well, do you think I’m full enough, now?”

She lowered her gaping, matted and spunk filled vagina
to my face and I drank from her well. Then I felt her
lips around me once more. But this time I was neither
inclined nor able to hold back and I ejaculated long and
hard into her greedy mouth. And such was her sexual
excitement that she swallowed it, too. Well they do say
that exchange is no robbery!

Chapter 15

Kelly and I decided to have a day on one of the beaches
in Cala D’or. Carl had already told us that he had some
business to attend to that day so Kelly and I would be
on our own. The hire car turned up on time and we were
all set. We packed our towels, sun creams and some
bottled water.

Kelly had put on a short skimpy white summer dress made
of fine cotton. The white straps attached to the bodice
were no thicker than string and the cotton was fine
enough to hint at the colour of the bikini bottoms she
was wearing under her dress. We set off mid-morning, and
were on the beach twenty-five minutes later. The small
sandy beach was quite full by the time we had arrived
and there were not many spaces left.

The sun loungers had all been taken earlier of course
but we had our towels to lie on. We picked our way
across the beach until we found a suitable spot and
promptly laid claim to it, spreading our towels out
before sitting down. Kelly took off her sundress and
then began to apply the sun cream to her body. Her
actions were not meant to be provocative, but when she
was creaming her breasts and nipples it was all but
impossible not to be provoked.

I could never tire of watching her, even after six years
of marriage, but I wasn’t the only one taking a close
interest. There were two lads close by, probably no more
than seventeen years old, and they had been watching her
since we’d arrived. They made no attempt to conceal
their interest, they were too young and too na�ve for
such finesse. Judging by their expressions she had
clearly made their day. It was difficult to ignore their
stares, and still more so not to show how proud I was
that they found my wife so attractive.

On the other side of us was an older couple. The lady
had just been for a dip in the sea and the man, who was
engrossed in his newspaper, had barely acknowledged her
return. In fact everyone around her seemed equally
oblivious to her presence. I looked at her and wondered
if, in her youth, she might once have been subject to
the same rapt attention that Kelly commanded.

We decided to go for a swim and so we picked our way
down to the water’s edge. Kelly was ahead of me and as
she waded out into the crystal clear sea I could see how
her bikini bottom was riding up slightly to reveal more
of the curves of her cheeks. She was aware of it, too
and every so often she would reach round and adjust it.
We were already up to our waists when Kelly looked back
at the beach and pointed something out to me.

I turned round to look and then I felt the sudden shock
of cold water on my back and I heard her laughing.
Before I had the chance to retaliate she dipped below
the water and began to swim towards a raft that was
moored some way out. I caught up with her and ten
minutes later we were holding onto the side of the raft
treading water. I managed to clamber on to it and then
gave Kelly a hand to get aboard.

We sat down facing the sun, getting our breath back.
There was a man already on the raft. He was aged about
forty-five. Kelly and I said hello to him and we got
talking. It transpired that he was English, had lived in
Majorca for the past fifteen years and ran a local bar
cum restaurant.

He had come out for a working summer and had become so
enamoured of the resort that he had stayed on. As we
conversed he seemed unable to take his eyes off Kelly’s
breasts. The sea breeze on her wet skin had caused goose
pimples, her areolas had contracted and her nipples were
fully erect. She was aware that he was staring at her
breasts and she felt rather self-conscious. So she
brought her knees up to her chest, leant forwards, and
wrapped her arms around her legs, thereby hiding them
from view.

He must have realised why she had done this and may have
felt embarrassed. Either that or he realised that the
show was over. Whatever his reason, he said that he had
to be getting back, and he stood up, walked to the edge
of the raft, and dived in to the sea. He called out from
the water, and told us that we were very welcome to
visit his bar, before turning to swim back towards the
beach.

Kelly said that she would not go near the place because
she did not like the way he had been staring at her. I
said that in his place I, too, would have stared. She
did look gorgeous. Her hair, normally dark brown, was
still damp and appeared virtually jet-black. It was
hanging down in strands, framing her beautiful face. She
was really getting a tan and her brown skin contrasted
strongly with her white teeth. And in further stark
contrast were the skimpy lime green bikini bottoms,
faithfully clinging to every soft contour of her
femininity.

And then there were her nipples! Hard, erect and crying
out to be kissed. Had we been on our own, I would have
been chewing on them already. In fact I would have been
making love to her there and then, but someone else was
already climbing on to the raft, so I suggested that we
swim back.

By the time we had completed our leisurely return and
had dried off, it was time for lunch. Kelly slipped her
dress back on and we went to the small taverna at the
edge of the beach. We sat at a table in the shade, with
a view of the beach. We ordered a salad, and washed it
down with a couple of small beers. I settled the bill
and we meandered back to our spot on the beach. The
combination of the heat, the sound of the sea and the
alcohol caused us to doze off as soon as we lay down to
sunbathe.

We went in for another swim an hour or so later and by
then we’d had enough. We thought that we would have a
coffee before going back to the villa. Kelly dried
herself and put her dress back on. She stepped out of
the wet bikini bottoms, and reached in her bag for the
knickers she’d packed that morning. She took them out
and immediately noticed that there was sun cream all
over them. The plastic top of the container had somehow
opened and everything in the bag was covered in ambre
solaire!

She would have put the bikini bottoms back on but they
were now covered in sand so she tossed them into the bag
alongside her panties. It was amusing to note that the
older man next to us, who had paid such scant attention
to his wife that morning, was now very interested in my
wife’s dilemma.

Kelly did not seem at all perturbed about this; in fact
she gave the impression that she couldn’t have cared
less. She just made sure her dress was decent and
slipped on her sandals. She was in front of me as we
filed off the beach. Just as her lime green bikini
bottom had been discernible through the thin cotton of
her dress, so now was the tanned skin of her bare
backside.

Not only that; as she climbed the steps to the taverna
and I followed some three steps behind, I was even
treated to tantalising glimpses of her rounded cheeks.
However no one else was to be so lucky, because as soon
as we sat down at the table she draped a towel over her
legs. We finished our coffees and after taking a last
look at the beach we strolled back to the car.

The car was incredibly hot and we could not even sit on
the seats until we’d covered them with our towels. But
the air conditioning was quite effective and the
temperature inside the car was soon reducing. Kelly’s
short skirt and absence of underwear was a major
distraction, however. Nevertheless, I managed to keep my
eyes on the road even if I didn’t keep both hands on the
wheel. And by the time we’d got to the villa I was sold
on the benefits of an automatic gearbox; only once had
it been necessary to let go of her lovely little fanny.
A ringing endorsement for Borg-Warner, no doubt, but one
unlikely to feature as a customer testimonial.

We were halfway up the drive before we noticed that Carl
must have visitors. There was another car parked outside
the villa.

Chapter 16

We came round the back. Carl and another man were
sitting at a table on the terrace. Carl, unusually for
him, was dressed but then so was his visitor. Carl saw
us at the same moment and he immediately beckoned us
over. Kelly smoothed down her dress once more and we
walked towards them. They both got up, and Carl did the
introductions.

“Jeff, may I introduce you to dear friends of mine,
Kelly and Ben.”

“It’s nice to meet you both,” said Jeff, “Carl has told
me all about you.”(All about us? Hopefully, just a
figure of speech.)

“Hello, Jeff,” I said, “It’s nice to meet you too.”

Jeff looked older than Carl but that might have been due
to his greying hair and the fact that he was somewhat
overweight.

“Carl,” said Jeff in an admonitory way, “you didn’t
tell me that Kelly was this attractive!”

Kelly smiled graciously. Carl invited us to join them,
and pulled up two chairs. It was difficult not to laugh
as she sat down; she was so awkward as she tried to
maintain her modesty. There was a bottle of white wine
in the ice bucket. Next to it were two additional
glasses and it appeared that we had been expected. Carl
retrieved the bottle and poured out some wine for the
two of us. Jeff had an American accent and I asked him
what part of the USA he came from.

“I live in California, in LA to be precise.”

“And what do you do, Jeff?” Kelly asked.

“I suppose you’d describe it as a form of marketing. I
make commercial videos for companies, sometimes about
their products, sometimes about the company itself. It
is not that glamorous but it pays well.”

Carl interjected, “Jeff is far too modest to tell you
this himself, but he has won awards for his work. He is
one of the best in the business.”

Jeff laughed, “They were merely awards from a trade
association, that’s all. The way Carl talks you’d think
they were Oscars! He’s always one to talk things up.”
There was something about him. I couldn’t put my finger
on it. I sensed the bonhomie was false and the charm was
something that he could instantly switch on as
necessary.

“And how did you get to know Carl?” Kelly asked.

“Through business. Carl undertook a project for me.”
Jeff answered. “We hit it off, and we’ve stayed in touch
ever since. Anyway, that’s enough about me. What about
you two? Are you both enjoying yourselves here?”

“Yes we are, aren’t we, Ben?” She looked at me to
confirm it and I nodded.

“I hear you’ve got to return early, Ben, That’s a
shame.” I nodded again. (Maybe Carl had told him
everything!)

“Are you here on holiday, Jeff?” I asked.

“No, I’m working, believe it or not. But when I’m over
here in Europe I always make the effort to look up
Carl.”

At that precise moment there was a piercing shriek.
Kelly had seen a huge spider close to her foot. In her
panic she raised her legs out of harm’s way without
giving a moment’s thought to her lack of underwear. Jeff
was thus treated to the sight of her naked fanny, and
from point blank range, too. Kelly, realising at once
what she’d done and blushing furiously, immediately
stood up and pulled her dress down to cover herself. Her
embarrassment was not lessened in any way by the fact
that the three of us were all laughing.

“Kelly,” I said, “I think you misheard what Jeff said.
It was Carl that he likes to look up!”

Jeff, still smiling, again exercised his oily charm.
“You don’t need to be embarrassed, Kelly. You are an
extremely attractive woman,” there was a theatrical
pause, “in every respect. And you, Ben, are a very lucky
man!” (I know I am, but why does everyone feel the need
to tell me?) “And now, unfortunately, I have to leave.
It’s been very pleasant meeting you both. Enjoy the rest
of your holiday.”

Carl got up too and they went indoors. A short while
later we heard the car drive away.Carl returned wearing
a broad smile on his face, and as usual, nothing else.
He looked straight at Kelly. “And how is Little Miss
Muffet?”

“Don’t start,” she said, “I feel stupid enough,
already.”

Carl spoke again. “I shouldn’t worry about it, Kelly.
You certainly made Jeff’s day, anyway. He said you were
the nicest thing he’s seen since he arrived.”

Kelly blushed once more.

It was still hot and although we were sitting in the
shade my skin seemed tight from our day in the sun. I
had to cool off in the pool and I asked if anyone else
fancied going in. Within thirty seconds we were all in
the pool. Initially the water had seemed cold to our
overheated bodies but in fact it was absolutely perfect.
It was softer than the seawater and seemed to caress the
skin. There was a ball floating around so we were able
to play catch. Carl and I would both try to throw the
ball so that Kelly would have to jump for it.

We were thus treated to the occasional glimpse of fanny
as well as seeing her breasts jiggling. Kelly, on the
other hand, would always try to return the ball so that
we didn’t have to move to catch it. She therefore fondly
believed that she was a more accurate thrower of the
ball than either Carl or me! When we’d had enough of the
game we swam a few lengths of the pool.

Ten minutes later Kelly informed me that she and Carl
were going inside. She promptly climbed out of the pool,
followed by her lover, and they stood there drying
themselves for a couple of minutes or so. She was still
towelling her hair as they walked towards the villa. And
as they went indoors Carl’s hand was already on her bare
buttocks, gently caressing the damp goose pimpled flesh.

I carried on swimming for another ten minutes and then I
also climbed out. I’d forgotten to bring my towel with
me and I ambled back to the table where we had been
sitting to retrieve it. I dried myself, fetched a beer
from the fridge and returned to the terrace.

From behind the shuttered windows of Carl’s bedroom I
could hear the unmistakeable sounds. And for a fleeting
moment I was jealous. This wasn’t fair! I had been the
one who’d been sexually provoked all bloody day and yet
it was Carl who was getting his leg over. But I was
being irrational. After all, they were only doing what
I’d been encouraging them to do from the start. And it
wasn’t as if I was going to miss out either; she’d be
sleeping with me that night.

I sat down and took a mouthful of beer. It was with a
growing sense of contentment when I closed my eyes to
bask in the gentle warmth of the late afternoon sun.

Chapter 17

The following morning I was about to get up to make the
tea when there was a knock on the bedroom door. Carl had
already made it and he came in carrying three cups on a
tray. As usual he was naked. There was no doubt that he
was proud of his lean and muscular body, and he was now
turning a nice shade of brown. He was even more proud of
his fully erect cock!

When he first came in, Kelly’s instinctive reaction had
been to pull the sheet up to her neck to cover herself,
but she instantly recognised the absurdity of such an
action and she left the sheet where it was, just up to
her waist. She had a smile on her face as she teased
him. “So, making tea gives you an erection then, Carl,
does it?”

He smiled at her comment but nevertheless remained
resolutely erect. And the sight of her bare breasts was
hardly likely to reduce his state of excitement, either.
He put the tray down on the dressing table.

Kelly continued, but without the previous humour.
Instead there was a soft sensual overtone to her words.
“And what are you going to do about it?” The sudden
sexual tension filled the room.

“I don’t know.”

She looked at me briefly, but just long enough to let me
know she had remembered what I had said to her on our
first morning here. She pulled the sheet back. Carl
could now see the whole of her naked body. She parted
her legs.

“Would you like to come in here, then?” The ambiguity
was deliberate.

He needed no further prompting. He climbed into the bed
and manoeuvred himself between her legs in an instant.
Kelly reached down to guide his cock and he slipped into
her without effort. And then supporting his weight on
his arms he began to fuck her. He started off slowly; he
did not want it to end too soon and neither did Kelly.

There was absolutely no doubt that she adored being on
the end of his dick. You could see it in her face, in
her open mouth and in her heavy lidded eyes. I nibbled
on her earlobe and asked her to touch herself. The very
next moment her hand was down between her legs. The
words in her ear had just tripped off my tongue. Now it
was my tongue itself that was in her ear.

She turned her head to kiss me, a long, lingering and
loving kiss. Her tongue was dancing with mine. Again I
experienced this extraordinary feeling of closeness to
her. And then she pulled her lips away from mine in
order to speak to Carl. In that soft tone of hers, the
tone that she puts on when she wants something, she
asked him to fuck her harder. I usually find it
difficult to say no to such persuasive entreaties. And
so did Carl!

She also wanted him to fuck her deeper, judging by the
way she had wrapped her legs around his waist, thereby
making herself even more open for him. And Carl was
doing his level best to fulfil her wishes. Fulfilling
them to such an extent, I was concerned her delicate
feminine flesh would get bruised. Kelly, on the other
hand, was not in the least bit concerned.

This may have had something to do with the fact that she
was very close to her orgasm, an orgasm that was, at
least in part, self-induced. Because on every down
stroke his flat stomach was smacking against the back of
her hand and the shock wave was transmitted through her
finger to her clitoris. And then she was climaxing, her
body was convulsing and she was groaning
incomprehensibly. She was still on her orgasmic plateau
when Carl’s semen flooded into her core, just as she was
when mine spurted into my hand!

And then two minutes later it was as if nothing had
happened. He was standing by the side of the bed once
more, with a cup of tea in his hand. The only evidence
of his encounter with Kelly, being his sticky
detumescence. That, and the growing wet patch on the
sheet between her thighs. He looked really pleased with
himself as he went out of our room. “Don’t let your teas
get cold!” were his parting words.

Kelly recovered quickly and turned to look at me. Her
eyes had that usual apr�s-sex sparkle but there was also
a broad grin on her face. Something had struck her as
funny.

“All right then, Kelly, what’s amused you?”

She couldn’t wait to tell me. “When Carl came in with
the teas and his erection. Was that what you’d call
‘womb’ service?” And then she couldn’t stop laughing.

We had hired the car for two days so that we could see a
bit more of the island. Yesterday we’d been at the
beach; today we were planning to go to Alcudia. Shortly
after breakfast the two of us set off, Carl having
declined the invitation to join us. We had reached
Felanitz and I was not sure which was the road for
Manacor.

“Oh, bollocks!”

“What’s wrong?”

And then I saw the sign. We were on the right road after
all. “It’s ok. I thought I’d missed the turn but there
is obviously another way to get there.” I looked at her.
She was wearing a lemon top and a short blue skirt. She
was going brown and she looked fabulous. “I must say,
Kelly, you look very tasty today.”

“Thank you.” She leaned across and kissed me on my
cheek.

I rested my hand on her smooth skin of her upper thigh,
just where her skirt ended. My fingers crept up her leg
and came to rest on her panties. “You’ve got some on.” I
said. I don’t know what made me say that, really. It was
hardly likely to be something she didn’t already know! I
suppose it was because I was slightly disappointed.
Since we’d been in Majorca she’d often gone without, not
least because she knew both Carl and I preferred her
that way.

“Yes, I had to. I’m still quite wet from this morning.”

“Didn’t you use the bidet?”

“Don’t you think this is all getting a bit personal,
Ben? As a matter of fact I did use it, but obviously it
didn’t all come out.” And then she hummed the signature
tune to ‘Mastermind’. “So, Magnus, my specialist subject
is ‘Feminine Hygiene.'”

“Sorry, Kelly. I didn’t mean to embarrass you. It’s only
that I was concerned about your little fanny. It was
getting quite a hammering this morning.”

“It’s fine, Ben.” She smiled at me and then she pulled
her skirt up and patted herself through the white lace
material. And then she spoke to it! “You’re quite used
to it by now, aren’t you?” She took her hand away and
smoothed her skirt down.

“Do that again.”

“What, talk to it?”

“No, silly! Touch yourself, I mean. It’s very erotic
seeing you do that.”

“I wasn’t doing anything, I only patted it.”

“Well, pat it again.”

“Why?”

I couldn’t reply. We were now in Manacor and I was
negotiating a rather complicated roundabout. Traffic
seemed to be coming at us from all directions. I
followed the signs for Petra and soon we were again on
the open road. I glanced at Kelly. “What about the
holiday. Are you enjoying it, so far?”

“Yes, I am, Ben. And I’m so glad you’ve hired a car. It
means we can have some time together on our own and I
think that’s wonderful. I love it when it’s just the two
of us.”

“I’m really pleased to hear you say that, Kelly.”

“And I mean it too, Ben. Every word.”

“So you’re happy to sleep with me?”

“Of course I am. And we do sleep together, Ben,
something I don’t …” She suddenly realised what she
was saying. “Sorry, Ben, I didn’t mean to say …”

I interrupted her. “It’s all right, Kelly. You haven’t
shattered any illusions. I’ve never considered myself to
be God’s gift to women.”

“That is not an issue as far as I’m concerned, Ben,
honestly. I love you, and therefore, when we do it there
is far more to it than j