Maggie, my wife of over twenty-five years, and I were enjoying a holiday. We’d booked a last-minute vacation in a small luxury hotel on the north-west coast of Greece overlooking the Ionian Sea. I was so pleased to be able to go away for a week after the adventures we had with other people. We were a couple again and had found it easy to get along with each other. The children had grown up; we were alone like before and just had each other.
That’s not to say that things were exactly the same as before. We had both had sex with other people despite our marriage vows. We were also having sex together much more frequently including during this vacation. In the last few days, we had made love when we went to bed and when we woke up. Maggie was often initiating it.
The weather was hot, and we were having a lazy afternoon by the pool spending periods in and out of the sweltering sun. It was quiet except for the sound of the cicadas, which provided a continuous backing soundtrack, and the odd splash from the pool when someone had a swim. Maggie was next to me by the pool wearing a very small powder blue string bikini. Other women wore similar attire and it didn’t seem out of place, but it was unusual for my wife. She usually wore a one-piece or a conservative two-piece. Her blue bikini was thin enough to allow the small bumps of her nipples to be seen pressed against the fabric. It excited me to see her like this.
I remembered that when we were first married, we had been on a beach in France where many women of all ages were topless. I had tried very hard to persuade Maggie to go topless. I pointed out that no-one would notice, and as a young woman, she had nothing to hide. She just couldn’t manage to take off the top of her modest bikini. Now, many years later, she was wearing the most daring swimsuit I had ever seen her in.
She also wore the anklet that her black lover Michael had given her, but even that didn’t seem too out of place by the pool. I had seen other women with chains around their ankles or waist. As long as no-one looked closely, they wouldn’t see the ace of spade charm which Maggie had not removed.
I decided it wasn’t an issue, particularly because the new small tattoo on her ankle would be seen before the charm. It was also an ace of spades in solid black. It wasn’t large but with her bare feet stretched out towards the pool, it was clearly visible to anyone that glanced down. I had noticed a few men looking at my wife as they passed by.
Maggie didn’t seem to mind. Her confidence had grown, and I liked this side of my wife. She was more comfortable with her body. I guessed this is because of all the attention Michael had given her body. Every inch of it.
At least Maggie had returned after her week as Michael’s girlfriend when she stayed at his apartment in Manchester. She had come back to me, even if it was with the tattoo which is something she had always said she would never consider. In my darkest moments, while she was away, I wondered if I had lost her. But our life seemed to have returned to a kind of normal. I felt that we could both do without any further adventures, at least for a while. I needed time to get over the shock of seeing the tattoo when Maggie arrived back. I wanted some time alone with her to reconnect and also to benefit from her new interest in sex.
There were no families at the hotel. It was small and friendly. We had got to know a retired doctor, Geoff, and his younger wife, Sue, who was a nurse. They were a friendly couple, both married for the second time. Sue reminded me of our friend Debbie; she was outgoing and ready to talk to anyone. Geoff was tall, quieter and thoughtful. They made us laugh as they gave us their insights on the other guests.
They seemed to have conversations with every other guest, but had spent the most time with us. They had a talent for telling us funny stories about the other guests, mixing a little fantasy with reality.
We normally didn’t mix much when we went away, but we had gone out to eat with Geoff and Sue and we were now relaxing by the pool on loungers with them. We were all reading.
The peace of the quiet afternoon was broken by loud new voices and I looked up to see that three young guys had appeared on the other side of the pool. I hadn’t seen them at the hotel before. They all seemed very fit, sporting tattoos and wearing swimming shorts. Even from across the pool I could hear that their accents sounded American. I wondered for a moment if they might be members of an American sports team, although I had no idea why they would be in a small hotel in Greece. Two were black.
The three guys walked around the edge of the pool, heading to the small bar area. As they walked past us, they all looked down at Maggie, who didn’t seem to notice them as she continued reading the book on her electronic reader. They stopped for a moment and seemed to be checking out my wife. They were wearing sunglasses so I couldn’t see exactly where they were looking, but I was aware that her tattoo was on display.
The guys nudged each other and moved on to the small bar area and got themselves some drinks and then stood by the pool surveying the scene.
Maggie said that she wanted to cool down and got up to swim in the nearly empty pool. She got into the pool carefully and started swimming breaststroke slowly up and down the length of the pool. The three guys put down their drinks and all jumped into the pool as Maggie swam towards their end.
Maggie stopped swimming as she got to the end of the pool and as she stood up, the guys moved towards her and spoke, although I couldn’t hear what was being said. The conversation led to laughter before Maggie swam back up the pool. The guys splashed around and got out and went back to their drinks.
Maggie swam another couple of lengths and then got out and came back to her lounger.
Maggie didn’t offer any explanation. I couldn’t leave it at that. “What did those guys say to you?”
“Nothing really, just asked me about where we came from and what we were doing here.”
“There seemed to be a lot of laughter.”
“They were just fooling around, just being friendly.”
I dropped the subject and went back to my book. Maggie spoke again.
“I know you want me to try new things and take a few risks, so I hope this makes you happy.”
Maggie then simply took off her bikini top.
I was amazed by what she had just done after all these years. Without any further coaxing on my part.
I heard a little cheer from the bar area as the three guys she had been speaking to raised their glasses at her and gave a little round of applause.
Maggie just gave a little embarrassed smile and lay back and closed her eyes, showing off her small breasts to the world.
I was speechless. It seemed that she had done this for them rather than for me.
Shortly after she had gone topless, the barman brought over a cocktail for Maggie.
Maggie took the drink and looked over in the direction of the guys, who had obviously bought it for her.
“You seem to have found yourself some new admirers.”
“They gave me a dare, and I thought, why not?”
If it wasn’t for the reaction from the guys at the bar, I doubt if anyone would have noticed that Maggie had removed her top, but now I felt everyone around the pool was watching her.
Maggie drank her cocktail and as she finished it, the guys entered the pool again. They started calling Maggie by name to get her to join them. Maggie simply got up and, still topless, entered the pool. I could only watch like a spectator from the sideline.
Maggie swam over to the guys and they started splashing around like teenagers. The three guys surrounded her, and she spun around in the water as she turned to look at them all in turn. From the way she reacted, it seemed that they were doing something under the water as she twisted around and scolded them. There was lots of laughter. All three guys were much taller than Maggie, towering above her.
They were putting on a show and Maggie seemed unconcerned that everyone around the pool was watching her.
I wondered if I should get into the pool and go over and meet the guys who were flirting with my wife. I didn’t feel at all comfortable about what was going on, but I did nothing about it. I just continued to watch.
The guys seemed to close in around Maggie and one of the two black guys was whispering something in her ear. Maggie shook her head and seemed to be refusing whatever she was being asked.
The other black guy took Maggie’s arm and pulled her close and said something. Again she shook her head. Then the white guy came close and stood next to her and the two black guys moved in front of her to face her. The white guy put his arm around Maggie’s waist and his hand was just under her bare breast.
The two black guys facing Maggie were quite different. One was only a few inches taller than Maggie and had very broad shoulders. He had braided hair and a trimmed beard. The other guy was very tall, maybe nearly a foot taller than Maggie. He was bald and clean-shaven.
After further close conversation between my wife and the white guy when they were too close for my comfort, Maggie hesitantly pointed to the taller black guy. He immediately took a couple of strides through the water over to stand in front of my wife. The white guy then gave my wife a small push so that she was bare chest to bare chest with the black guy. She seemed so small next to him. He put his arms around her, and they hugged.
He then took my wife’s hand and led her across to the steps out of the pool and they emerged from the pool. They carried on walking, hand in hand, towards me. I noticed that Maggie was looking flushed, her cheeks red. The nipples on her small breasts were standing out, swollen and hard. As they came to Maggie’s lounger, she briefly let go of the guy’s hand. She reached down and picked up our bedroom key.
She avoided looking directly at me and smiling coyly just said, “See you later.” She then took the guy’s hand and they walked away together towards the hotel entrance.
I wanted to get up and intervene, but I found that I was frozen to the spot on my lounger. I looked around the pool and everyone seemed to be watching my wife walking towards the bedrooms, hand in hand with a young black guy she had just met. This was meant to be our holiday when we could re-connect, and I wanted my wife back.
Sue reached across and covered my hand in hers. She leaned across and spoke to me. “You must be very proud of Maggie.”
I then realised that I knew lots of the people who were on loungers around the pool. I saw our friends Debbie and Dave, and then Simon and Kat. I saw Kat’s daughter with them. Then I realised that our son and his girlfriend were next to them and then our daughter and her friend. I saw Pam and others from Maggie’s choir group. I wanted to shout out to stop Maggie and bring her back to me, but I couldn’t speak.
I was sweating and trying to shout as I woke up and found myself in a dark bedroom. The dream had seemed so real, and the pain of losing Maggie felt like I had been stabbed in the heart. I took a few moments to calm down and for my breathing to become less laboured. I tried to process what had happened in my dream. The hotel was a real place. We had stayed there a couple of years ago. We had met Sue and Geoff. We had relaxed by the pool. The rest of the events involving Maggie and the young guys was just a figment of my imagination.
Was this my deep fantasy? It hurt so much, yet I also found that my cock was hard, and I was very turned on thinking about the dream.
In the dark, I reached across and touched the naked body in bed next to me. I realised that I too was naked. I was disorientated again for a moment, as I realised that I wasn’t in my bedroom at home. As I woke up more and came around, I remembered that I was staying away and that the body next to me was my ex-girlfriend Elaine.
It was our second night together. We had spent the last couple of days in the hot tub of the house Elaine had rented, going for walks hand in hand in the countryside, eating together, and cuddling in bed. It had been a lovely time. We had sex on the first night, yesterday morning and in the afternoon. After a romantic meal, we had gone to bed and spent a long time kissing and having sex. Sometimes with me on top, sometimes with Elaine on top.
We had finally gone to sleep. I wasn’t sure when because I had lost sense of time.
I also remembered that this was the second night that Maggie had been away with Michael at his place in Manchester, nearly two hundred miles away.
I had received a couple of messages from my wife since I had said goodbye to her at the station. She had confirmed that she had arrived and said that Michael was taking her out for a meal. She messaged me again yesterday later in the afternoon to say that they had been out shopping for Michael’s flat, and they had also bought a few things for her. She said they were going out to a club with a couple of Michael’s friends that evening. She had asked if I was having a good time.
I had sent her neutral messages, saying that I had been having a good time, and that Elaine and I had been out walking a lot.
Unlike the first evening with Elaine a few weeks ago when I almost forgot about what Maggie might be doing with Michael, this time I had often found my mind wandering. I kept wondering what Maggie was doing with Michael. On a couple of occasions, Elaine found me lost in thoughts. I couldn’t help thinking of my wife. When would I see her again? Would she have changed? Would she still want me?
At that moment, in the soft bed, Elaine moved a little closer so that my arm was now pressed against her breast. Her hand stretched out and touched my cock, which was still fully erect.
Elaine’s mouth came close to my ear. “Someone seems to be turned on. I thought you might have had enough after the last couple of days.”
I didn’t like to admit that my cock was hard from thinking about my dream of Maggie, rather than thinking about Elaine. It didn’t really matter. I was feeling very turned on, and I had a warm, naked woman next to me.
I turned to face Elaine and kissed her softly on the lips. As my cock pressed against her, I felt an enormous desire to have sex.
I took Elaine’s free arm and held her wrist, as I moved us both so that she was on her back and I was on top of her. I then took her other wrist in my other hand so that I was holding her down. Despite my building desire, I didn’t press too hard.
“You’ve suddenly become more assertive.”
“Do you mind?” I relaxed my grip.
“No, I quite like you holding me down. As long as you know that “no” means “no” I’m all yours.”
I pressed me cock against her and started to rub it against her. Elaine gave a moan and opened her legs wide so that I could lower myself between them. She stopped moving as I pressed harder.
“Are you going to get a condom?”
All weekend, Elaine had been clear that our sex had to be protected. She had rightly pointed out that it was not just but me, but about protecting other partners. I knew she was right, and I owed it to her and Maggie to be careful.
“Of course, give me a second.”
I released my hold on Elaine and reached the box of condoms which were nearby. I felt for the box, but as I shook it, I realised it was empty. “We’ve run out.”
I guess I was hinting but Elaine was firm. “Then you’ll have to find some more in the bathroom.”
I got up to go to the bathroom and find another box. As I came back, I could see from the light from the bathroom that Elaine was still on her back with her arms and legs stretched out. She was open and ready for me.
I jumped on top of her and leaned on one arm as I tore at the condom wrapper with my teeth and then reached down to put it on my now softening cock. I struggled a little.
“Sorry if I spoiled your mood, but better safe. I can wait until later.” Elaine was reassuring.
“Give me a moment.”
I still could recall my dream and my feeling of despair, but also of arousal as Maggie, wearing only brief bikini panties, was led by a tall black guy around the pool area watched by everyone. My cock hardened and I could put the condom on.
I repositioned myself on top of Elaine. She seemed pleased
“I’m glad you’re back in the mood for me. You can hold me down again if it helps. I really liked it. It’s a different side to the Paul I knew.”
Once again, I took hold of Elaine’s wrists and I felt my cock harden. I had to let go of one wrist briefly as I positioned my cock at Elaine’s entrance, and without any further delay, I entered her in one thrust. Elaine gave a loud gasp, and just said. “Yesssss.”
I stayed as far inside her as I could pressing myself against her. I then pulled out and started to push in again. I repeated the action moving in and out in long thrusts. I was thinking of what would have happened to Maggie as she was taken to the black guy’s hotel room and he removed her single item of clothing. I was thinking that everyone around the pool knew what would be happening to my wife. I thought of the next part of the dream in my head.
Within moments, I was shooting my load into the condom. As my cock pumped for much longer and harder than I thought possible after all the sex I had with Elaine over the last couple of days, I pressed my cock inside her.
As my orgasm subsided, it occurred to me how strange I felt. I was spending the night with another lover, away from my wife of over twenty-five years. Yet, I had become aroused thinking about my wife. It was all such a muddle in my head.
I carefully withdrew and removed the condom. “Sorry, I don’t think you got so much out of it.”
Elaine seemed happy. “I’m fine, I enjoyed it. I liked how excited you seemed to get. What brought that on?”
“Just spending the night in bed naked with you. It feels so special.” I wasn’t telling the complete truth.
“We can spend some more time in bed, then. Come to me.”
We embraced, but I was thinking of Maggie. Would she really humiliate me like she did in my dream?
I thought for a while until I drifted back to sleep in Elaine’s arms.
I awoke to hear Elaine in the shower, and a buzz from my phone. For the first time, I felt awkward that I had been in bed naked with another woman. It was lovely being with her, but I felt uncomfortable being away from my wife. I checked my phone to see that it was a little after 8.30am and a message from Maggie had just come through. I opened it.
“I’m coming home today. Should be on a train arriving after lunch. Let me know if you can meet me at the station and I’ll confirm the time. Love you. Mx”
I was surprised. I expected Maggie to be gone for longer. I became worried. I sent a reply.
“I’ll meet you at the station. Are you ok? Px”
Elaine came out of the shower with a towel wrapped around her waist, but her breasts uncovered. I smiled at her.
“That’s a sight to lift the spirits of any man.”
“I’m not doing this for any man, I’m doing it for you.” Elaine dropped her towel as she came back to lie on the bed and pressed her body against mine. I kissed her. She saw that I was looking at my phone.
“Anything important?”
“Maggie’s coming back today.”
“You thought she wouldn’t return for at least another day. Is there a problem?”
“I don’t know, I’ve asked her, but she hasn’t replied yet.”
Elaine got up and went to get some underwear to start getting dressed. “I’ll get us some coffee.”
I thanked her and, still looking at my phone, went to the bathroom. As I was about to get into the shower, the phone buzzed again to say I had a message. I opened it.
“I’m okay, I just want to come home. I’m looking forward to seeing you. I’ll tell you more when I’m home. Mx”
I sent a quick reply confirming that I was looking forward to seeing her.
I showered, dressed and went to see Elaine who was pouring me a coffee as I came into the room.
“Thank you for a lovely time. I’m sorry I’m leaving sooner than I said yesterday. Maybe we can pick up another time.”
“No need to apologise, I’ve really enjoyed being with you. It’s been special for me.”
“So maybe we could try and plan another time, when I can get away?”
Elaine reached out and covered my hand with hers. “Paul, I have enjoyed every minute of my time with you, and I’m sure that if you had been able to stay longer, I would not tire of being with you.”
She took a deep breath.
I looked back at her, and realised she was trying to work out what she wanted to say. “I feel a ‘but’ coming.”
“I can’t do this again. You’re married and you want to, you need to, go to your wife. I’m not prepared to just be your part-time lover. I need more than that. If you were single and available and wanted to date, I’d be up for it. But, you’re not.”
I felt great sadness, but I knew she was being very fair. I had no right to play with her emotions, just because I was playing with my own. She had every right to end this.
“Do you think you could love me if I was available?”
“Let’s not go there. You’re not available, and that’s very clear. You and Maggie have each other, and if you can make it work and have fun with others, that’s great for you. But I don’t have someone else and I can’t just be your friend with benefits when Maggie is seeing someone else. Before you ask, I’m not going to see you behind her back.”
“I know, and you made that clear before. Sometimes I know I’m not clear what I want.”
Elaine got up and moved so that she stood next to me. I looked up at her, and she bent down and gave me a soft kiss. “Go be with your wife.”
“I still have a while before I have to leave.”
“I think I’d like some time alone now.” Elaine walked away and went outside into the sunshine. I took a few more sips of coffee and then went to the bedroom to pack my things.
Elaine was waiting by my car to see me off when I emerged with my bag. We hugged and kissed and said our goodbyes. I saw a tear in Elaine’s eye. I think we both felt that we would not see each other again for a long time, if ever.
As I drove away, I saw in my rearview mirror Elaine slowly going back into the small cottage where we had been staying. I remembered how excited I had been when I had first turned up and found her in the hot tub, waiting for me. Now it seemed I was leaving behind something special. Deep inside, I knew it was too good to be true. I was trying to have everything, and it wasn’t fair for the others around me.
