I should never have said it. But what’s done is done.

And maybe it’s worked out for the best. Things have certainly changed, if nothing else.

ooOoo

“No!”

“Why? What’s the problem?”

“The problem? The problem is that I am old and fat, and no longer attractive.”

“Yes, you are!”

“Which? Big? Or fat? Or both?”

She was on the verge of tears, with a real bee in her bonnet about nobody fancying her anymore.

And because of that, we hadn’t had sex even once since arriving at this luxury hotel in Dubrovnik. We were three days into what was supposed to be a week’s special treat to celebrate our 25th Wedding Anniversary. And she hadn’t let me anywhere near her.

“Christ, Nicole, you are so fanciable.” I glanced out over our glass balcony at all the guests relaxing by the pool three floors below. “I bet most of the guys around that pool would fuck you, given half the chance!”

“Oh, really? You want to rent me out like a cheap whore, now?”

“That’s not what I said! I’m just trying to say that you’re still hot!”

She looked out where I’d been watching the people around the pool. She was obviously mad as a hornet.

“Right, let’s check out your theory, shall we? There are quite a few men down there that look like they’re by themselves. Maybe it’ll be my lucky day. I’ll go down and find a bed on my own, and we’ll see exactly how many men show any interest in fucking me!”

“What? Wait, you can’t do that!”

“Why not?”

“What – what am I supposed to do?”

“It’s your idea, Mister! You can find yourself a bed over the other side and watch. You’ll probably find it very boring.”

I was gobsmacked. Didn’t know what to do. I didn’t in a million years expect her to call me on it. I’d never seen her like this.

“Well?” she demanded.

I swallowed. “What if someone – you know…?”

“Actually propositions me?”

“Well, yes.”

“I guess you’ll just have to wait and see.” She was still seething, I could tell. God knows what she’d do in this mood.

“I tell you what. If, by some miracle, anything happens and I end up inviting a hot stud back to our room, I’ll hang a towel over the balcony. That way, you’ll know not to come up for at least an hour.” Sarcasm oozed from her voice. “Actually, better make that two, just in case we go around again.”

I couldn’t tell how serious she was, but I didn’t think I was in any position to argue. I watched as she strode out of the room with her poolside bag (sunhat, sunscreen, book, phone, and whatever else women need by the pool) slung over her shoulder, and slowly made my way after her. When I got downstairs, I could see she’d found an isolated lounger on a small patch of grass with no one close by, so I knew she was serious about not wanting me near her.  

I settled under a tree on the far side from where she lay, and over the next hour I watched nervously as several men stopped to chat to her. I had no idea what she was saying, but twice she gestured vigorously in my direction.

Obviously still mad at me.

Then a mature, tanned gentleman approached her. Surreptitiously, I observed as they exchanged a few words and then, obviously at her invitation, he perched on the end of her sun lounger, and it wasn’t long before they were both laughing. After a few more minutes, I watched in shock as they both got up and headed into the hotel together.

They were holding hands.

I sat there, wide-eyed, not sure what I’d just witnessed.

What on earth had been said?

Not five minutes passed before my eye was diverted. Nicole appeared on our balcony and hung a towel over the glass wall. As she turned away, the mature man appeared and kissed her. I could see through the balcony glass as he patted her bottom, and I could almost hear her giggle as they disappeared back into the room.

Oh my God!

She was really doing it!

For the next hour I lay on my lounger, my imagination running wild, thinking of what they were almost certainly doing together.

And much to my consternation, I realised that the emotion I was feeling the most was arousal!

I was excited. The proof was in my swimming shorts, where I had to be careful to hide my erection.

Seventy-four painful minutes later (I was counting), my phone started pinging. I quickly grabbed it.

Ping: You were right.

Ping: Jacques said you are a real sport, and he’s left a present for you.

Ping. This time it was a photo. A close-up of Nicole’s hairy pussy, the crotch of her swimsuit pushed to one side, her swollen quim exposed and dripping thick, white cum.

Ping: You can come up now.

In a daze, I picked up my things and, on autopilot, slowly made my way back up to our floor. I hesitated outside our room and, feeling foolish, gently knocked.

“Come in.”

Nicole was reclining on the dishevelled bed, still wearing her swimsuit. Her expression was hard to read. After an uncomfortable moment, she spoke.

“He fucked me,” she stated.

I cleared my throat. “Er, yes. I saw.”

“It was very nice. He was a real gentleman.” She paused. “I’m sorry. I was very angry. And upset.”

“I’m sorry, too.”

“Do you still want me?” For the first time I detected uncertainty in her voice.

Relief washed over me. “Of course I do. But do you want me?”

Her gaze dropped to my swimming shorts.

“You’re hard,” she observed.

I nodded. I was. I was as hard as granite.

She frowned. “Did my picture turn you on?” She asked curiously.

“I – um. Yes, I think it did.”

“Oh. I didn’t expect that.”

Slowly, she opened her legs and pulled her swimsuit to one side, showing me the real-life image of the photo she’d sent to my phone. I caught my breath as I saw how the cum had spread and matted in her pubic hair.

“Do you like that?”

“Yes,” I croaked.

She smiled. “I want to cum again. Lick me, Neil – show me how much you desire me.”

She'd said 'again', which meant she'd already... I didn't want to finish the thought.

Nicole knew how much I loved to go down on her – how much I enjoyed worshipping her gorgeous cunt, and so I willingly dropped to my knees as she raised her thighs, and I sighed as I did as she wanted. She was hot, and humid, and I couldn’t help moaning as their pungent, mingled essence assaulted my senses.

My tongue wanted to taste everything, and I probed and licked and circled, and it was heavenly being inside her like this.

“Can you taste him?”

“Mm. I can taste you both.”

“And?”

“It’s divine,” I mumbled.

“Good. Happy Anniversary, darling,” Nicole laughed, then stopped with a gasp as her orgasm approached, and she mashed my face into her sodden snatch as I sent her over the edge.

“Oh, God, that’s good,” she breathed, her legs shaking uncontrollably. “You’re always so fabulous at making me cum with your tongue,” she sighed as she held my face against her sticky mons. She stroked my hair tenderly as we caught our breath.

“I’m glad I did it, you know. He was very kind and thoughtful,” she explained as we lay there. “He knew I was married, and that you were by the pool, and he asked me if I really wanted it, and I said yes. And he fucked me, and you know I’ve never had an orgasm like that, but I came twice with his cock inside me. I think it was because he was new, and different, and because it was all so naughty, and taboo, and it excited me, and then he came too, because I begged him to – I actually begged him to fill me up with his hot spunk, and so he did. He filled me with so much cum it just started running out.”

I didn’t know what to say. I should have been jealous, but I wasn’t.

Like Nicole, it excited me.

“Would you like to fuck me now?” she asked gently.

“Yes.”

“Good. I think I’d like that.”

Moving up, I pushed my swimming shorts off and slid straight into her.

 “Oh, yes!” she breathed. “That feels really nice - you’re almost as big as Jacques.” She tipped my chin up. “Have you learnt your lesson, Neil?”

“Yes,” I moaned.

“Can you feel his cum in me?”

I could. As I’d slid into her, the warmth of another man’s spunk had enveloped me.

Sloppy seconds, I thought inconsequentially. A first for me. Another man had fucked my wife on our special anniversary, and now I was – was what?

“Do you forgive me?” she whispered.

“There’s nothing to forgive,” I replied. And I realised I meant it.

“Then I wonder…”

“Wonder what?”

“I wonder whether you would perhaps like me to do it again?” she asked mischievously. “Jacques did tell me he’d be glad to give me another good seeing to if I was up for it.”

I groaned and spurted deep inside her as she said the words. Nicole giggled.

“Oh, yes, baby, that’s it,” she crooned. “Show me what really turns you on and, if you’re a lucky boy, who knows, I might indulge you…”