Nicole:

Whilst I was cleaning up in the shower, I thought about the events of the morning. As I soaped myself, I couldn’t resist and slid two fingers into my well-fucked pussy.

Still a lot of cum in there, I thought, and my fingers naturally gravitated to my clit…

I’d been angry – very angry. Which didn’t excuse my behaviour but did go a long way to explaining why I acted like I did.

And to be fair, it wasn’t just Neil’s tactless words, but an acknowledgement of my own lowly self-esteem; a reflection of my age, shape and lack of sex in my life.

Yes, I’d been absolutely furious. About Neil, about life, about everything!

What is it he’d said? ‘I bet most of the men around that pool would fuck you, given half a chance.’

It had been too much.

So I had called him on it. And something unbelievable happened…

With my free hand, I stroked a nipple as I remembered how Jacques had come up and chatted to me. He wasn’t the first man to stop by, nor was he the youngest, but he was attractive, tanned and looked very fit for his age. And he was immediately engaging and easy to talk to. He made me laugh, which was a challenge at that point, and I ended up telling him about my fight with Neil.

“Nicole – may I call you Nicole?” he’d asked deferentially, and I’d loved the way he’d said my name.

“I believe your husband is right. I have noticed several men looking at you and I believe I am not the first to stop and talk to you, I think?”

I hadn’t been entirely sure, but he’d sounded French.

“What about you?” I’d asked, hesitantly. I realised I was drawn to this man, and was fearful of his answer if it carried any kind of rejection.

“Of course, Nicole. I look at you and see a very desirable woman. Why would I not want to take you to bed?”

I’d flushed as he’d said my name again – or was it because he’d said he wanted to bed you, Nicole? I’d asked myself. Either way, I’d felt a definite dampness between my thighs. I’d hoped it wasn’t too obvious in my sheer swimming costume.

“You don’t have to say that,” I’d responded, not sure what I wanted him to say next.

“Nicole, you are not making it easy for me, but perhaps it is simpler if I show you how appealing I find you.” And with that, he’d gently taken my hand and placed it on his swimming shorts.

I’d blushed as I’d realised I could feel something very hard under the material. Something very hard and very large.

“See?” he’d chided gently. “The question is, what do you want to do about it?”

I’d swallowed. I knew suddenly what I wanted. I wanted him to take me upstairs and fuck the living daylights out of me with what he had in those shorts.

“Forgive me. I am being too forward. You are, of course, thinking of your husband?” he’d asked.

I’d swallowed again, finding my courage.

Do it, Nicole!

“Actually, I was thinking about inviting you to my room.”

His eyebrows rose. “I would like that very much,” he’d replied. “But what about Neil?”

I’d known it was wrong, but although I was no longer mad, I did want to teach my husband a lesson.

“He’ll get over it. Please, Jacques, would you take me upstairs and show me what’s in your shorts?”

ooOoo

He really had been a gentleman. And an experienced and considerate lover. I closed my eyes, and whilst the warm water flowed over me, I spent a few moments reliving what he had done to me, my fingers naturally accompanying my thoughts, circling, stroking, tweaking…

God, I wanted to cum again! My clit was throbbing, and I pinched my nipple hard; I was very close…

When he’d slipped inside me, it had felt so incredibly taboo – another man was making love to me in our hotel room whilst my husband lay downstairs by the pool. I knew he’d seen me leave with Jacques and would be going crazy, wondering what we were doing.

Thinking about that had been the catalyst that tipped me over the edge. It was naughty, and wicked, and just a little bit spiteful.

It had also been very liberating. Especially when he came in me. I don’t think I’d ever been filled to the brim like that, and a second orgasm had hit, and afterwards I lay laughing in Jacques’ arms, and I very cheekily got him to take a picture of my overflowing cunt and sent it to my husband.

Like I said: naughty, wicked and a little bit spiteful.

Neil's reaction had taken me completely by surprise. I’d assumed he’d be angry, and whilst part of me was ready to be conciliatory and ask for forgiveness, another piece of me remained rebellious, arguing that he’d deserved it.  

Plus, I’d tasted something that had invigorated me; had woken me up. And I wasn’t sure I was ready to immediately give that up again…

But he’d accepted it. More than that, he’d been excited! When he'd gone down on me, eagerly hoovering up another man's cummy deposit from my recently-fucked quim, it had been with an unexpected enthusiasm, and I'd felt a shiver go through me; his act had, all of a sudden, made me feel very dominant and in control.

I loved it! And when I’d playfully suggested doing it again, he’d exploded inside me like never before.

I loved my husband, but I could feel something shifting in our relationship – for the first time in a long while, I felt empowered – and as I stood there in the shower considering where that might take us, my orgasm hit. And for quite a while I just stood there panting, and as I slowly came down from my high, I made a decision.

When I emerged from the bathroom, Neil was lying naked on the bed waiting patiently for me to finish.

“Your turn,” I announced. “But first, I want to ask you something.”

“Okay,” he replied guardedly.

I’d thought about how I wanted to phrase the question. I very much wanted to put the onus on my husband.

“Would you like me to see Jacques again?”

“Would I…?”

I could see my question had shaken him a bit. For him, this morning had been a one-off. But the way he had responded earlier made me think he might go for it.

“Would you like him to come to our room and fuck me, like he did earlier today?”

“Christ, Nicole, I – I don’t know. That’s – where would I go?”

That wasn’t a no! Interesting…

“You could be here with us. And watch.”

“W – watch? I, um…”

“Neil?”

“Yes?”

“You’re getting hard.”

He looked down. “Shit!”

“Tell me you want it, Neil.”

“Christ, Nicole, I can’t believe…”

“Tell me you want to watch him fuck me in our room.”

We looked at each other for a long time. He was like a rabbit caught in the headlights, and for a moment, I wavered and thought I’d lost him.

Maybe I was wrong about the empowerment thing?

Then he let out a long breath and nodded.

Or maybe not. That had been a key moment, and now there was definitely a power shift in our relationship.

So, I wasn’t letting him off that easily.

“Say the words, Neil. If I don’t hear you say it, then I won’t ask him.”

He hesitated, then, with defeat in his voice, finally said what I needed to hear. “Please, Nicole. Please ask Jacques to come to our room so I can watch him fuck you.”

He understood, I thought. That was almost submissive…

“Thank you, Neil,” I said softly. “You know I love you, and you have no idea how much that means to me. Now go shower whilst I make a call. We can all have dinner together first.”

He quickly scampered off the bed and into the bathroom. “And no playing with yourself in there!”

Then I picked up the hotel phone and dialled the number I’d been given earlier.

“Hello, Jacques? It’s Nicole…”