I still remember that day, clear as the waters of Mediterranean. 23rd of August, Malaga, Spain.
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I am sitting on cold wet sand; several steps away from the sea, watching the moonlight glimmer on the calm water. It is a quiet night, only sounds of waves gently sweeping the coast and seagulls chanting far on the rocks. I am listening carefully, waiting for ‘her’.
The peaceful music of the waves is soon broken by a bitter creak of the dry wood. The sound comes from the old pavilion several meters behind me. It’s followed by a sharp squeal of a woman. Her short but intense scream tears the night, echoes from rocks. She is ‘my wife’, unintentionally announcing that it is ‘my day’.
Everything goes silent at that moment; I hold my breath, the seagulls get quiet with caution, even the waves skip. I know very well that she has just taken him. They are merged. She holds it inside, accepts him quietly. I smile, knowing that it is Jenny’s first cock, other than mine.
The silence doesn’t last long. I hear a creak, and another. Seagulls lose their attention. A wave arrives finally. I can somewhat hear my wife whimpering with pleasure. They are taking their time, moving slowly as the waves, again and again. Sound of the wood mixes with the sound of the sea. I hear Jenny now and then, she enjoys it. She’s getting used to… his cock. What was his name?
Frankly, I can’t recall the guy’s name. He brought us to this unknown beach and we were together all afternoon. The guy is several meters behind me, having sex with my wife, yet I don’t know his name.
It was Jenny who met him two days before. We were sunning at our resort’s pool. I was reading a book, she went to grab some drinks and returned ‘an hour’ later. She explained to me what took her that long. She had met a ‘hot Spaniard’ working in the bar. They chatted a long time. She flirted with him. The guy was a local. He invited her to a beach unheard by tourists. I was also invited, thanks to my hot wife. They arranged a trip for the 23rd of August, today.
We met at about noon. My wife introduced us shortly before entering his car. That was the last time I heard his name.
He drove us to the beach. They were sitting in the front and I was in the backseat. Jenny was asking him questions about his life. He had a poor family. So he had to work from a young age. He was twenty-six now, a few years younger than us. He was single, never had a long-term relationship, nor had he wanted to. The last information was the opportunity that Jenny was waiting for.
“Isn’t it hard to live alone? I mean, men have certain needs,” Jenny drove the conversation.
“Who said that I’m alone? I get to meet many women who are eager to satisfy my needs,” he said, smiling cheekily.
“Well… I’m not surprised, but how do they let you go? I mean, look at you…” she said, touching his tanned shoulder.
He checked my reaction quickly by the mirror before answering. I acted calm because I didn’t want to discourage him. I could keep calm, only because I already knew her intentions. The previous night, she told me her plan to make our fantasy real. We ended up having sex while she whispered to me how she would give herself to this man. It got so exciting that we came hard and quick. So, her behaviour was far from surprising to me.
“They always go,” he said, as if he was sharing a learned wisdom. “We have our fun and they return to their home town, to their men… Some have husbands, you know…”
“Oh dear,” my wife kept touching him, moving her fingers down to his legs. “So there were other married women like me? I thought that I was the first one.” She made her intention very clear, and looked at the Spaniard with a naughty smile.
He couldn’t say anything upon this sudden reveal. He just glanced at me shortly in surprise. “Good to know that they return to their husbands,” I said, moving the attention back to Jenny.
Jenny didn’t hurry, she was enjoying the moment. Her fingers were still surveying his legs, dangerously approaching his intimate area. “I’m not that sure,” she said, throwing a naughty glance at me, and slowly returned to her subject. “Would it break your heart if I returned to my husband, sweetheart?” She was looking into the Spaniard’s eyes while asking that. I was sure that her sapphire eyes were melting his heart.
Faced with another demanding question, the Spaniard checked me again. I was only smiling, being enchanted by Jenny. It was the approval he needed, “Yes sweetheart, my heart will be broken. But until then,” he grabbed and kissed her hand, “I want you only for myself.”
From that moment on, they were the lovers and I was the third wheel. No surprise that I can’t remember his name, since we rarely talked again. I’m sure that he doesn’t remember my name either. After all, he doesn’t need to know my name to take my wife, as he’s been doing for about ten minutes now.
They are doing it slowly. He doesn’t seem to rush with a blind lust. It may be because he is aware that Jenny was a loyal partner until now; she needs time to enjoy a different man. He does it gently. They enjoy each other while keeping the pace down.
It changes soon later. First, I hear him telling something. I can hear the resonance of his voice but can’t make the words. His voice is sturdy, yet tranquil.
Before Jenny says anything, he starts to push harder. Slow and calm creaks of wood are set aside for strong thuds. Jenny screams harder with every push. The rhythm of the sex increases to a point that it dominates all other sounds. I close my eyes. I stop hearing the waves. There are only thuds and squeals.
He asks something. His voice is sturdy as before, but not as tranquil.
Jenny’s answer comes only after a few strokes. “Yes!” she grunts and says something that I can’t hear clearly. Her voice is full of lust.
I don’t know what she said, but it surely ignites her lover. He starts to push even harder, making her cry with joy. I hear the rumbling of wood. It sounds like a thundering horse. Thud, thud, creak, thud…
They keep fucking roughly. I am too aroused to contemplate the time but it feels long, too long for the intensity.
Jenny’s short squeals are set aside for strong and moist screams. These are the sounds of orgasm. I can reckon the wetness of her mouth from her voice. I can’t stop thinking about her moist pussy, gushing on a stranger’s cock.
Jenny’s screams fill all the beach, fading slightly with every echo.
Then silence.
A strange arousal fills my body. It’s a clash of positive and negative feelings; pleasure of sharing versus the jealousy of losing. A feeling that I tasted when I fantasized about cuckolding, but much stronger. My whole body is in a sensitive state. My dick is burning, I’m afraid to touch it.
Then, I hear the weak sounds still coming from the pavilion. They are still doing it! When I focus, I can also hear them talking quietly. He tells something once in a few strokes. She gives short answers like, “Mmh,” and, “Aha.” I’m curious about their talk but I’m just too far to recognize it. So, I decide to get closer.
However, doing it is not easy. I’m afraid to turn around. I just turn halfway through and stay there. My gaze traces along the coast line up to the rocks. My heart beats like a drum. I’m afraid to see that old pavilion, to see my wife with him. It’s easier hearing than seeing, easier dreaming than living. It will never be the same again.
I close my eyes and turn around. ‘Keep going, Greg, it is already happening,’ I think to myself. I crawl towards the sound. It is hard to move blindly on the sand, but the lustful voice of my woman guides me. She moans and talks playfully, resembling a naughty kitten. I smile and crawl faster.
I hear the Spaniard’s commanding voice. Although very faint I can make out the words now: “Open your mouth.”
I slow down to focus better. Jenny groans with hunger.
“Good girl. Stay like that.” He sounds satisfied. I reckon that he stops moving his hips, the wood stops creaking. “Come closer… Yes, give me your lips… Sweet… Mmh… No, keep your tongue back. It’s only me now. Mmh…”
Jenny’s lewd face appears in my head. Her lips are abused and parted. I too, want to lick her, but I cannot. I can only listen to it: their slurps and moans…
I want to hear better and I rush. Soon I stumble into our beach bags. ‘Damn it.’ I open my eyes to find my way through. I carefully pass near the bag with empty bottles of beer and other packaging rubbish. My hand touches a plastic bottle, the sunscreen. I remind myself of the moment when he rubbed my wife with this cream; back and front, every inch. I was just next to them, having a full hard-on.
The bikini top is also here on the towels. He encouraged her to go topless and creamed her boobs, too. It wasn’t Jenny’s first time topless, but previously she would do it shortly, only for tanning. This time she took it off and didn’t look back. She had only her sky blue bikini bottoms and occasionally a hemp hat on. She swam, walked the coast, went to buy ice creams, even played frisbee while her shapely tits shaking freely. A beautiful sight to see for all visitors to this small beach.
I fell in love with her once again, watching her every step in awe. However, she had another lover with whom she shared her day, her naked tits and her lips. All the men on the beach were jealous of him, not me. I was also jealous of him, as he put Jenny under his spell.
She was going around him all day. Trying to keep his attention always on herself, touching him, rubbing her body to him at every occasion, kissing… kissing while lying, standing, swimming… kissing often, too often. It was obvious that she could hardly wait for the evening. She craved for him all day, but in the end, she got him.
“Mmh, Daniel…” she says in ecstasy, bringing me back to the moment, “Fuck me hard. Do it from behind.”
Daniel, right! I won’t forget how she pronounced that name, never.
“Don’t worry, I will… fuck you like a real slut,” Daniel says in his dominant tone.
Jenny gasps as he pulls his cock out. She always gasps when I pull out. Then I hear a noise of a large object falling onto the wooden floor. It is a glass bottle, rolling. I move my head up as a reflex to noise.
There I see it, the old pavilion with its crumbling white paint. A hexagonal structure standing half a meter above the ground on wooden supports. Its wooden roof and railings are garnished with geometric shapes. The dim light of the moon and the old yellow lamps shining under the roof magnify the beauty of this structure.
Jenny fell in love with this place when she first stepped on the beach. She took photos of it from different perspectives, a few selfies with and without me. I wonder if she fancied being fucked in this “lovely place” by a stranger?
“Leave it, come here,” he growls. The bottle keeps rolling until it hits another object and stops.
Jenny chuckles, “Catch me!”
She runs for several steps, chased by her hungry man. I hear their steps on the wooden floor. Finally, she appears at the edge of the pavilion, stopping at the wooden railings. Her tits swing with the momentum. Her shoulder-length hair is mussed but she loses nothing from her sex appeal.
She stands there and looks deep into the night. Her eyes are narrow, her lips are wet and parted, her chest moves as she breathes strongly. She is searching for me.
It only lasts a few seconds. He appears behind her and pulls her to him. She responds by yelping with excitement, “Ok! You got me! I surrender!”
The triumphant laughter of Daniel is followed by a giggle from Jenny. I see her again at the railings. She leans out as her soft tits swing freely. He is just behind her, squeezing her hips between the railings and his body. I hear the uncanny creak of the wooden structure as they lean forward.
His hands reach for her tits. He plays with them, squeezing and yanking, a bit harsher than I would like to see. Jenny moans and bows her head down. Is she in pain or pleasure?
My wife’s hands are busy holding the railings to balance her upper body. She is in a completely captivated position, vulnerable to anything this guy would like to do. I am slightly worried, but she doesn’t tell him to stop. So, I only watch him exploit her tits.
She starts begging and crying to him, “Danny, please. Please do it already.” Daniel keeps fondling her vulgarly. She keeps begging, inaudibly low for my distance, until he stops playing with her tits and steps back a little.
Jenny lets go of the railings to rest her arms. She lifts her head with a slutty face expression. However, she suddenly freezes and her face expression fades as she spots me. She clearly didn’t expect to find me so close to the pavilion.
We look at each other blankly in the awkwardness of the situation. She is standing completely naked and a man is preparing to fuck her. Her hair is messy, her skin is glistening with sweat and partly pink, especially her cheeks and tits. On the other hand, I am sitting on my knees to watch them fuck. My clothes, arms and legs are partly covered with wet sand. It feels wrong.
We have shared so many moments together during our marriage, but this one is by far the strangest. Guilt and shame strike my mind. I can read from her face similar feelings. She was living a hot dream until I woke her up.
Suddenly, her face expression changes. She closes her eyes and bits her lower lip. I know the reason, though I can’t see it.
He bends her over again and starts pushing with his cock. I can’t see much below their hips due to the railings, but I can see the effect of his thrusts on Jenny’s upper body. She moves forward with every stroke and her curves, especially her tits, wobble with the impact.
He fucks her recklessly. There’s no sign of his former gentleness. There is no need for it. She is not the faithful wife anymore. Her pussy is wet and open.
On the other hand, Jenny is completely silent. She is keeping her eyes shut and biting her lower lip. Aware that I am watching, she is trying to hide her pleasure. But it is no use. Every muscle on her face is betraying her inner state.
Besides, Daniel pushes even harder to get a reaction from her. He wants to make his woman cry out.
I look into her face, into her closed and shaking eyelids, into her pale red cheeks, into a drop of sweat on her temple. I comprehend her pleasure. I am fully aware of the other man and I accept it. “It’s OK, sweetheart, pleasure yourself,” I whisper to myself. “Don’t mind me, I approve it. I even… enjoy it. Go on, free yourself.”
There is no way that she can hear what I am saying. However, maybe she reaches the same conclusion in her mind, or just can’t resist it anymore; she lets it go.
“Ahh, fuck! I am coming!” She yells and opens her eyes. Our eyes meet again, and form an unbreakable bond. She looks in my eyes without blinking. She shakes and groans, but doesn’t move her face away. She challenges me with her new sexual freedom.
“There is no need. I already accepted that. You are a hotwife. Your sexuality is not bound by me, by our marriage,” I speak in my mind while she looks at me with determination. I try to show it with my face; I bend my head slightly down and express my submission. I move my hand to my crotch and masturbate openly.
Her fierce eyes get soft and a momentary glimpse of a smile appears on her face. She looks confident and triumphant at my clear submission. My heart melts under her presence, I feel the pleasure and pain of jealous love. My dick cannot stand it any longer and I explode in my swim trunks.
I feel the strangeness of the moment even more after coming, so I just roll myself on my back and watch the stars. I listen to them as they keep fucking recklessly. I feel exhausted after all the emotional tides. My eyelids feel heavy, sounds become blurry. The voice of my wife blends with the cackles of the seagulls. The creaks of the wooden railings blend with the waves of Mediterranean. I don’t know where one begins and another ends.
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It was the last moment I remember in detail from that night. I fell asleep on the sand for a duration that I am not certain of; ten minutes or one hour? I woke up with Jenny’s gentle kiss and her whisper, “Thanks, love.”
We packed up clumsily and Daniel dropped us at our hotel.
Jenny apologized on my attempts when we returned to our room. She was sore and went directly to bed. I couldn’t fall asleep for about half an hour. I sneaked into the bathroom and wanked before I slept.
Next day we remained at the hotel and had sex three times. I made her tell me the details of the affair again and again. We both got very hot and came together quickly.
We stayed four more days in Malaga. Jenny invited Daniel to meet up once again before we left Malaga. We had lunch in a local Tapas bar. Later they left for Daniel’s place and I went for a massage. That was the last time we saw Daniel, but we promised to visit him again, one day.
