4 comments/ 86977 views/ 4 favorites Tenerife By: BigDave1340 This story is the first in a series of events that have actually taken place over the last two years. Although names are fictitious to protect the ‘not-so-innocent’, places and events are factual. I have put ‘pen to paper’ for three reasons: i) to preserve the images and memories in our minds; ii) to share the images with you. Had I not experienced these events first hand, I would not have believed what is written, and probably treated these words as fiction; and iii) what has happened over that last couple of years has injected even more excitement into our sex lives – so much so, that even as I trace back over the images and transpose to text, I have to periodically stop and relieve myself – with the help if my lovely wife, Tanya, of course. So, read and enjoy in the knowledge that the words are relating true events; and when you feel stirring in your loins, feel free to relieve yourselves of any stress that may be swelling up. *********************** Hi, my name is Dave. I’m a 34 year-old, 6’3”, 210lb hunk, so my wife Tanya tells me, with mousy hair and blue eyes. I work as a Site Manager for a national building supplies firm, supplying the industry with everything from silicone sealant to concrete cement, and floor tiles to chimney pots. Tanya works as a Surgery Nurse at the local Health Centre. She’s 5’4”, brown hair, green eyes, 110lbs and beautiful firm 36F breasts with the biggest nipples I’ve ever seen in the flesh! Tanya and I have been married almost 7 years, and we’ve both enjoyed every day we’ve been together; never had an argument that lasted more than several minutes and never went to our bed without telling each other how much love we had for on another. Many of my friends think that fun is cheating on your spouse, but I tell you, there’s nothing healthier than a solid, faithful marriage with lots of healthy sex. Neither of us had strayed from the matrimonial bed, however, we had toyed with the idea of threesomes, swapping, swinging, you name it - fantasies as most healthy young couples have, I would think. After all, it’s curiosity and human nature! But, not wanting to spoil what we have together kept us from temptation – that was, until our first holiday to Tenerife two years ago. *** We had booked an all-inclusive deal at one of Tenerife’s newest hotels, so the glossy brochure said, on the south of the island at Playa de las Americas. The Hotel Fañabe was a marble and glass construction with any hint of concrete discretely covered with ivy and palms. The main reception area sported a small bar and a large reception desk with a beautiful dark Spanish female receptionist that couldn’t have been more than 18 years old and with a figure fit for Miss World. Maria’s English was broken, but good enough for us to converse, and after checking us in to room 312, a porter took our key and luggage and led us to the elevators. Juan, a pleasant young man fresh out of school, and gave us a brief description of the hotel as we waited on the elevator’s arrival. By the time he placed our luggage onto the luggage rests in our room, we knew exactly where the bars, disco, pool and special sunbathing areas were. I tipped Juan for his help and he left us to unpack our clothes. It had been a long day and we were both tired, so after a short walk along the black sandy beach warmed by the setting sun, Tanya and I headed to the reception bar for a small nightcap before turning in for the night. We spent the next two days on a voyage of discovery interspersed with sunbathing sessions at either the poolside or on the beach. Tanya was able to tan quickly and already, her soft skin was turning a fabulous bronze colour, whilst I was almost a cherry red, but, I knew that if I stuck to it, I’d soon turn brown too. On day three of our ten-day stay, we met a couple from Scotland. Terry and Jane were from Glasgow and lived up to the stereotypical Glaswegian lifestyle – loud, self-centred, almost belligerent attitudes, but underneath it all, they were really good sports, and were in Tenerife to make the most of their free time away from their three kids. Terry was in his early 30’s, about 5’11” and 170lbs with brown hair and brown eyes: Jane, probably a couple of years junior to Terry, was platinum blonde with blue eyes and a figure to match. They had been soaking up the sun and quenching their thirst at the poolside when Tanya and I took a pair of sun lounges next to the couple. After an informal introduction, a brief who’s who, several beers and another good dosing of gamma rays, we decided to meet up for the evening in the main bar. *** Tanya wore her white cotton summer dress, low cut to reveal her ample breasts. She had also removed her bra, allowing her nipples to lift the delicate fabric of her dress, forming white silhouettes that were both hard and erect. Her white g-string panties were just visible through the material as her tanned legs and stomach were in stark contrast beneath the swaying cotton. Her healed sandals gave her an additional two-inches in height, and with her hair tied back, she looked stunningly beautiful. Tanya was ready to party, and when Tanya was ready to party, she knew how to have a good time! Terry and Jane were sat at a table in a darkened corner of the bar, sipping cocktails when they saw us arrive. Terry ordered another round of drinks from the waiter and pulled out a chair for Tanya – well mannered or just aghast with her beauty, I wasn’t quite sure. Jane, dressed in a little black number, wore a deep red lipstick that complimented her pouting lips. Terry and I were truly out-smarted by these two beauties as we both sported short-sleeved shirts and dark trousers. After several rounds of cocktails, we decided to try out the disco. It was a darker, more sensuous atmosphere in the disco, with red illuminations along the walls and tables, and the occasional under dance floor lighting spilling up, allowing many girls’ silhouette through their dresses and skirts. We found a ‘quiet’ corner were we could just make out conversation and no sooner had we ordered another round of drinks when Jane dragged Tanya onto the dance floor. The girls looked incredibly sexy in the red lighting as they made their way through the crowd, and when the dance floor lighting came on from time to time with the rhythm of the music, I could see Tanya’s shapely legs through the thin dress material. Terry made some brief comments on how we were both lucky to have such beauties and that if we weren’t too careful, the local lads might want to muscle in on the action. Terry went on to explain how another couple he’d met on their first night at the hotel had got into the wrong company. A group of four local youths had befriended the couple and they all ended up in the couple’s room for a quick drink whilst they waited for the lads’ taxi to arrive. As it turned out, one of the youths had spiked the woman’s drink whilst another fed the man with some local liquor – very strong. The man had passed out and the woman was then gang raped. She was so heavily sedated by the spiked drink, she knew what was happening but couldn’t do a thing about it. The strangest thing about it all though, was that the couple, when they came around in the morning, actually enjoyed the experience and they have since been trying to find the local youths to try a more sober approach. Terry was clearly excited about it all and I got the feeling that perhaps the couple were not those Terry and Jane had met, and that the couple were, in fact, Terry and Jane. Later that evening, after more alcohol, I managed to get Terry to confess. He told me he and Jane had always fantasised about threesomes and group sex and that he and Jane were looking for all the fun they could get on this holiday. In bed, as I retold the story to Tanya, she slowly stroked my cock and by the time I got to the confessional, she had engulfed my cock in her hot wet mouth. Needless to say, the story, the atmosphere, the alcohol and the location had gotten Tanya sexually excited and we fuck each other as we narrated our own fantasies to each other that night. *** Next day, we didn’t see Terry and Jane and assumed they had either taken a sightseeing trip or broaden their horizons in a search for some local youths. At the poolside, as we laid on our lounges, I caught sight of a female on the roof of the hotel, looking down at the pool as she leaned across the safety balcony. It was then I recalled Juan’s words about the ‘special sun bathing area’. Tanya and I decided to do some exploring. The screen door led to a cordoned area filled with sun lounges and a walk-through shower. A sign on the wall stated that the area was ‘Strictly Naturists Only’. There were two couples at the far end of the area talking to a chap who appeared to be alone. Tanya and I decided to take a pair of lounges close to the shower and removed our swimwear. The soft breeze and heat of the sun’s rays felt fine on my privates, and Tanya let out a soft sigh as she opened her legs slightly to allow that same breeze cool her pussy. We applied fresh coconut oil and relaxed. In a daze, I could make out a man’s voice. I opened my eyes to find a tall thin chap, perhaps in his forties, talking with Tanya, in broken English. “Hello, my name is Franz,” said the German accent. “I’m on holidaying wiz my own, and am here to meet all zer new peoples.” “Hi, I’m Dave, this is my wife Tanya.” “Pleased to meet you,” Tanya offered her hand to shake. Franz took it and lifted it as he bowed his head and gently kissed the back of Tanya’s hand. After some polite conversation, we discovered that Franz was not German; he was Swiss and worked for Bundesbank in Geneva. He’d explained that the hotel, recommended by a good friend, was the place to meet couples who were ‘less inhibited’ and as he hadn’t a girlfriend since his wife had died some six years before in an auto accident, he needed to ‘alleviate some of zer stresses’. “Would you boz be vanting a drink from zer bar?” We accepted his kind offer. Tanya was feeling sorry for the guy and said that, during our conversation, she couldn’t help but notice Franz’s eyes scanning her body, not that I hadn’t noticed, and that it was actually making her wet and me horny. “Play your cards right girl, and you might be in tonight,” I joked. Tanya chuckled as she recalled one or two of our fantasies from loving nights past. Franz returned with a three long glasses containing blue liquid, ice and straws. “You like zer sex on zer beach?” he asked Tanya as he handed her one of the cocktails. “You bet,” she replied with a broad smile and a giggle. I knew that the sun must be getting to her, or perhaps it was the sight of Franz’s cock, all seven inches of flaccid meat caressed by a huge sack with two golf-ball sized testicles. “And you?” she asked cheekily. “Vell, alvays.” We all laughed and that appeared to break down any remaining barriers that might have been between us. Isn’t it amazing how, no matter who you talk to, the subject eventually turns to sex? After we’d discussed pleasantries, family, weather, politics and country matters, Franz finally let the cat out of the bag; “Are you two vanting me to join you zis evening?” “In the bar?” I retorted, knowing exactly what he meant, teasing him along. “Na, na. I mean in zer room. Have zer zreesome? Your wife haz zer very fine body and most lovely breast here in all of Tenerife,” Franz complimented. “I am getting hard just zinking about zis,” Franz crossed his legs in an attempt to hide his growing erection. “You fetch us another drink, Franz, whilst Tanya and I decide.” Franz’s forward attitude caught us a little off-guard. “What do you mean ‘whilst Tanya and I decide’?” Tanya blurted as Franz disappeared from sight. “Well, you did fantasise only last night about having a big cock in you mouth as I fucked you silly,” I recalled. Tanya, in a quandary, contemplated the thought. Then, after several moments, “Hmm. Let’s play it slowly then. I call the shots, okay?” Tanya unconsciously tweaked her left nipple as she pondered about what might be in store for here that night. *** “It’s open,” I called as Franz slipped into the room, bottle of red wine in hand. “Tanya was just finishing in the shower.” “I am a little early, but excited wiz you in my zoughts,” Franz explained boyishly. “Don’t worry, Tanya’s been wanting this since we left you this afternoon on the rooftop.” “Ya, goot, she vill not be disappointed zen, no?” “No.” She certainly would not. Deep down, Tanya had wanted another cock just as much as I wanted to see her take another cock. “Just relax, take off your shorts and shirt and lay on the bed whilst I pour us a stiff drink” The scotch burned the back of my throat as I swallowed, eyes smarting, hand trembling. I removed my shorts and we both awaited Tanya. Tanya opened the bathroom door and waltzed into the room oblivious to Franz’s presence. “Shit!” she exclaimed as she realised Franz was laying on the bed, with his cock in hand slowly growing and hardening at the thought of what was in store for him. “Sorry,” she apologised, “I didn’t expect to see you there.” “Please, I am sorry for zer shocking,” Franz, red-faced, removed his hand from his cock to reveal a full ten inches of muscle. Tanya gazed at his cock, astonished by its size and girth. “It’s okay. Here, let me help you with that,” Tanya said as she dropped her towel revealing her nakedness. She wasted no time and kneeling over Franz, took his cock into her mouth, licking its purple head and shaft. Tanya made herself comfortable, straddling Franz’s knees and making sure I had a good view of her oral action and her ass, as she knelt opening her legs. Her freshly shaven pussy was damp and her pouting labia glistened in the soft light. I dropped to my knees at the foot of the bed and began to run my tongue along her groove, making sure it probed every orifice and ripple. Tanya let out soft moans as she slowly rocked her ass from side to side, inviting my tongue into her hotness. “Ahh, zat is zer vay,” Franz whispered as Tanya attempted to take his cock deeper into her throat. “It has been very long since my last making of love.” Tanya felt Franz’s cock twitch as he unloaded his hot slippery semen into her mouth. Unexpected as it was, she didn’t waste a drop and swallowed, feeling the cock in her mouth pulse as Franz emptied his sack. I couldn’t believe what was happening. It was surreal. Tanya and I had, up until that afternoon, only fantasised about such events, and here we were, realising every moment – and Tanya was ‘taking it slowly as she called the shots!’ My cock was desperate for attention, and Tanya sensed it. “Fuck me Dave,” she demanded as she dropped onto Franz, letting his flaccid cock nuzzle against her pussy, her breasts pressing firmly on his hairless chest. I wasted no time and mounted her from behind, my cock slipping into her with no form of restraint. The excitement overcame us and we both shuddered in climax as I filled Tanya’s pussy with my semen and Tanya muffled her moans in Franz’s shoulder. We rolled over and took little time to recover. By the time I poured another drink, Franz’s cock was fully erect. Tanya, eager to please and facing me, mounted Franz, his cock sliding slowly into her as her juices and my semen offered additional lubrication. I watched as I sipped my drink and Franz slowly fucked my wife. Long, slow, deliberate strokes pulling out revealing the glistening head, then sliding back into Tanya until his balls were firmly pressing on Tanya’s clitoris. After Tanya came twice more, I decided to assist. My stiff cock once again eager to please, I slid it into Tanya’s pussy alongside Franz’s. Tanya took a sharp intake of breath as she felt her pussy stretch and the sensation of two large cocks penetrate deep into her vagina. I could feel Franz’s fervent pace increase, and that, along with the aroma of sex in the bedroom, had me on the brink of another ejaculation. A dozen more powerful thrusts and Franz and I erupted simultaneously, filling Tanya’s pussy with more hot, slippery semen. “Zank you boz for zis,” Franz said as he kissed Tanya’s left breast, “but now, I must be leaving you to meet wiz some friends of mine. Perhaps you will join us no?” “Maybe tomorrow Franz,” Tanya answered, exhausted. Franz left ten minutes later after tasting Tanya’s pussy and making sure he had inserted two fingers ‘so zat I vill remember zis for zer rest of zer evenink’ he commented as he closed the door behind him, sniffing his fingers. *** Later, Tanya and I cleaned up and after a while decided to frequent the bar for a nightcap. Terry was at the bar, “Hi Terry, where’s Jane?” Tanya asked. “She’ll be down shortly,” he winked at me. “Let’s grab a table.” We wandered to the far end of the room and discussed the day’s events. Terry and Jane had met a new friend on the rooftop, Franz. He’d been talking with Terry and Jane just before we had arrived that afternoon. As it turned out, they had slipped down to the poolside to try and find us, just as we had caught the elevator to the rooftop and so had missed each other, ‘not too much of a loss’ flashed through my mind but immediately regretting it, I missed seeing Jane’s naked body. Tanya left to powder her nose and no sooner had she rose from the table, Terry slid across the bench-chair to tell me about the fucking Jane was receiving right now… with Franz! I was taken aback. I didn’t let on about our earlier sexual encounter and innocently asked about Terry’s thoughts on having his wife taken by a stranger whilst he was sitting in the bar. “Ah, we got an open marriage. I fuck whomever I please, and Jane swings both ways, so, I’m on a winner.” “Wow,” I exhaled. “And you don’t get a tiny bit jealous about it?” “Hell no. I’ve played around a hell of a lot more than she has, and besides, it’s amazing the new techniques you pick up from different encounters. It really does spice up your love-life.” Tanya returned and immediately Terry asked her if she’d like to dance. On the dance floor, Terry held Tanya close and was making constant eye contact with her. It was blatantly clear he wanted to fuck my wife. I began to get annoyed and aroused at the same time. I finished off my drink. At the bar, I felt a light tap on my shoulder. “Franz says ‘Hi’,” Jane whispered in my ear and kissed my cheek. “I’ll have a Vodka and Red Bull,” she said in the next breath. “Where’s Tanya and Terry?” she asked. “On the dance floor,” I managed after getting over the shock that Jane probably knew exactly what Tanya and I had been up to that afternoon. “Do you fancy a dance?” I asked. Jane nodded and we set our drinks on the table. After three songs, we sat down. It was extremely hot in the disco and we were all perspiring. Jane’s cream blouse had large damp patches forming in her cleavage and I couldn’t help but notice her nipples were erect. She saw me gazing at her body and smiled as I realised I was caught in a stare. “I think Dave likes what he sees,” Jane said loud enough for all to hear. “Oh yes, he likes a nice pair of tits does Dave,” answered Tanya on my behalf. If it wasn’t for the lighting, I would have been reddest face in the disco. “I’m all hot and bothered,” commented Tanya as she fanned her face with a drinks mat. “So’s Jane by the look of things. Let’s go somewhere cooler,” suggested Terry. It was almost too corny to believe. I could have sworn I was being set up had it not been for the fact that Tanya and Jane had only just arrived and wasn’t aware of what Terry and I had talked about. The poolside bar was closed and so the only people at the bar were the four of us. “Ah, that’s better,” sighed Jane as she undid three of her blouse buttons, revealing her firm tits, but only enough so that her nipples were teasingly just out of sight. Tenerife So there she was, in the dining area of the hotel in sunny Tenerife with her partner, Mark, He was still sleeping off his hangover in their room. Jenny was absolutely fine, a few Vodka's to loosen her up and the dance floor was hers but Mark overdid the sherbets and this morning, his head was paying the price. Jenny smiled to herself as she chomped on her muesli, thinking of how she could turn this to her own advantage. It was definitely good material to wind Mark up with and, boy would she use it to her full advantage. Jenny sipped on her glass of fresh orange juice as she gazed out of the window at the outdoor pool. The sun loungers were all taken and she mused at how many of them would be Germans! She didn't care too much as she had other plans for the day, a bit of retail therapy in an air conditioned mall with fresh coffee to boot, just what the doctor ordered. The sun was alone in a cloudless sky and it was destined to be another scorcher, she thought to herself. That could make Mark even more dehydrated and she thought about taking him a bottle of water to their room. Then she thought that the lack of fluids would add to his headache and that made her smile. He was a big boy now, he could look after himself. Jenny left the dining area and went to the hotel shop to buy herself a British magazine to read on the bus into town. Dressed in a skimpy white skirt and a top which showed to the world she was bra-less made her look incredibly horny. Her perfectly made hair and minimal make up adding to her beauty and sexiness. She was looking hot and she knew it by the subtle turning of male heads, the obvious ogling even through heavily tinted sun glasses and Jenny felt like a million dollars, full of confidence and vibrancy on this bright and pleasant morning. The bus ride into town was pretty uneventful and she was soon in a modern mall looking at a range of locally made clothing, imported sports wear and international jewellery and watches. Converting the Euro into sterling was not necessary, she had allowed herself the indulgence of spending a fixed amount. After that, she would have to go without. Anyway, it was a bit like finding a boy friend, the fun was in the chase! Jenny's sense of humour continued through the morning, eventually settling down in a coffee shop with a latte and a chocolate slice. A Spanish gentleman had been following her, or so it seemed. Everywhere she went, he appeared, his olive tanned skin and 3 days beard growth endeavoured to give him a rugged look but succeeded only in making him look untidy. She'd first noticed him by his pungent body odour as he'd passed by her as she was looking at bracelets. Since then, she'd got the impression he'd been following her. She'd not spoken to him, but Jenny had decided in her mind he was called Manuel, after the character in Fawlty Towers. Short and middle aged, his casual clothing made him look sad. Tragic, almost. Jenny thought that maybe he'd taken a break from begging in the street and that beggars probably made a fortune from tourists at this time of year. But if he was a beggar, why was he sat opposite her with a large Americano and a packet of Marlboro? Jenny went back to her magazine, interested in an article about teenagers being coerced into the sex trade from the far east into Europe. She felt a presence beside her and she looked up into the dark brown eyes of the character she'd labelled Manuel. "You have a light?" he enquired, his accent obviously European. Jenny shook her head. "Sorry, I don't smoke" she said, returning to her article. The Spaniard put his cigarette back in the packet. "No. Nor me. I try to give up!" he said, smiling at Jenny. She looked up at him and tried to smile but his overpowering body odour made it difficult to be pleasant. At least it hid the smell of tobacco and spicy food from his breath. Jenny nodded and returned to her article, hoping Manuel would get the message. He persevered. "You look for pretty clothes?" he said, obviously having watched her shopping habits. "Mm Hmm" Jenny replied, trying not to get into a conversation. "I know very good place. You come" he said, taking her by the hand. Jenny shook her head. "No. It's OK, really" she protested but the stranger was very determined. "No. You come with me. I show you. Very good place. Pretty clothes for pretty lady. You come" he said, both hands under her armpits and for a short man, he was powerful. "Look, I don't want to........." "You come..." he insisted, almost dragging her from the coffee shop. "........very nice clothes. Very cheap" he said smiling all the time. Jenny had heard that the locals were very friendly but she was a little worried what might happen to her. This was Tenerife, not New York or London however, so although concerned, she decided to go with the flow. She didn't have to buy anything, did she? She could just look. What harm would it do? The Spaniard took her out of the mall and across a couple of streets to a local market area, where there were stalls laden with a range of goods. This was obviously where the locals shopped, there were no touristy goods as such, no dodgy stuffed donkeys and other cheap tat, it was all locally made lace and hand made goods. Jenny felt a little more relaxed, although she still was uncertain about Manuel and his intentions. She felt, maybe, he was just a guy employed to attract customers to the market. The warm summer air added to Manuel's sweating and his odour became stronger. He could do with a bath, though, and Jenny tried to remain upwind from him. "Look. Pretty clothes. No"? he said, his pigeon English sufficient to be understood. Jenny nodded. She was not totally comfortable here but she was adapting to the environment. There were no prices displayed so she assumed it was a matter of ask a price and haggle. Manuel led her to a stall which he obviously had an interest in, maybe he was the proprietor or owned a share in the business. It specialised in beach wear and ladies lingerie and Jenny began to feel uncomfortable again, not least because of the crowd around the stall had pushed Manuel into her personal space and Jenny tried to breathe in through her mouth, his odour now very offensive. No one else seemed to notice his aroma, however, and he pushed his way to the front of the stall. "Here. You like?" he said, picking up a two piece bikini set in sky blue and white stripes. "You try" he said, taking her by the elbow and leading her to the side of the stall where some canvass sheets had been set up as a changing area. Jenny protested but Manuel remained as determined as ever. "You try, you try" he said, almost pushing her into the changing area, pulling the curtain closed behind her. Jenny found herself in a canvas cubicle about the size of a telephone kiosk, a small stool in one corner and a cheap wire coat hanger hanging over one of the metal supports she assumed to put her own clothes on whilst she changed. She viewed the bikini and looked for a label with a size. She found no labels at all and guessed it was locally made. Probably no need for sizing labels, every one knows each other here, Jenny thought to herself. She didn't like the design or colour much but Manuel had taken the effort to bring her down, the least she could do was to try the darned thing on. Even if things got nasty, she could buy it and give it to a charity shop when she got home. Maybe not, the design was so out of fashion that even the most needy charity shop would refuse it! She peeled off her top a wriggled out of her skirt, taking time to hang them on the hanger. She stepped out of her briefs and looked around for a hook or something to hang them on. There was nothing about. She bent down and laid them on the stool in the corner, her back to the opening of the canvas door blissfully unaware that Manuel was watching her through a gap in the material. Jenny could smell his presence but merely thought he was hovering outside. She stood up and reached for the bikini top, noticing this was strapless and did up at the front. She bent down to pick up the bikini bottoms, again her back facing the entrance giving Manuel a super view of Jenny's sweet pussy lips and arse. Manuel started to sweat even more. The swim wear was not a bad fit, a bit loose around the bust and Jenny had visions of jumping into the pool and loosing her top. Kinky. She knew Mark would love it but she was not so sure. The briefs were a good fit, however. She realised there was no mirror so she went to the opening, Manuel moving away promptly before she noticed him. "Is there a mirror......?" she began but Manuel interjected. "Very pretty. You no like?" he said, beckoning for other shoppers to come and look at Jenny. "She look good, no?" he said loudly, gesticulating to the blond bomb shell stood in front of them. Jenny's face went beetroot red, making her look sunburnt. "Do you have a......" "Very pretty" Manuel interrupted her, "Maybe you like more colour" he said, picking up another two piece set in dark blue with white swirls around the nipple area and pubic region. "You try, you try" he said, pushing her back into the cubicle, closing the curtain behind her, once again leaving a small opening. Jenny was getting cheesed off with this smelly and pushy salesman, but decided to humour him until the opportunity arose to get away. The canvas cubicle had no other way out as the base was tied to the metal upright posts. Jenny felt trapped. She quickly removed the striped outfit and pulled on outfit with the swirls on, struggling with the briefs as they were smaller than the previous set and as she pulled and wriggled, her bust bounced giving Manuel a show to remember, her ample tits bouncing around like a pair of pinballs. Manuel noticed his groin stirring with the view and he surreptitiously placed a hand in his pocket, stroking himself through his pocket. Jenny struggled to get the top on over her breasts, the strapless bikini top struggling to reach across her ample 36 inch bust. She breathed in deeply and managed to get the clasp to grip, releasing her breath gently in case the clip should give way under the pressure. It was far too small, she though to herself looking down at the volume of flesh poking out of the top of her bikini. She may not have liked it but Manuel was very appreciative of the look. He opened the curtain almost on cue as she turned to exit the cubicle. Again, he went through the process of embarrassing Jenny into purchasing the item. "Too small" she got in quickly, pointing to her bust. "Not too small" he said, "Look, I show. You adjust" he said pushing her back into the cubicle and closing the canvas behind them. He placed his hands on the material at the side of her tits, fumbling blindly at the material. There were no adjustments on this design but he was having fun exploring her breasts. He turned her to face him. "Adjustment here" he said and before she could do anything, he'd undone the clip at the front and had removed the top from her. Topless in a cubicle in the middle of a market in a strange part of town in a country where she was a visitor, she began to panic but Manuel tried to calm her down. "You OK" he said firmly. "You OK". "Get your hands off me, you pervert" she said, trying to slap Manuel. "You think me have sex with you?" he said. Jenny blushed a bit. She did think he was trying to get his evil way with her but now it seemed so ridiculous. All he was doing was trying to help her with a swim suit. His methods were a little unorthodox, maybe, but just trying to be helpful. She began to calm down but Manuel was getting worked up. "You think I have sex with you?" he said, his voice raising in pitch, "You think that me......" he said, his arm movements accentuating his rising vocal tones, "...have sex with you?" Then his voice quietened down and his manner became more menacing. "If you expect sex, then I give you sex" he said, his brown eyes showing his darker side. He placed his hands on her shoulders and his power forced her down to her knees, her fear building but she felt paralysed, unable to move, scream or talk. He unzipped his trousers and revealed his stubby erection, two blisters along the shaft of his cock from excessive masturbation were still weeping as he forced his cock at her mouth. Unable to move, she felt his cock enter her mouth, the taste as foul as his smell. She wanted to spit it out, to tell him to stop, to cry, to stop the entire situation, to get dressed and get back to the hotel, to cuddle up to Mark. But this was here and it was now and Manuel had the control. She felt his erection against her tongue and the bump of the blister against her tongue made her feel sick, especially as she could taste the salty taste of the clear serum that oozed from his wounds. "You want fucky, I give you fucky" he said, his voice inaudible to the crowds outside. Jenny knew it would only take one scream and it would be over, that some one would come to investigate, to save her. But she couldn't muster the energy to scream. She could barely inhale and exhale as the horror evolved in front of her. She felt numb all over as Manuel removed his cock from her mouth, guessing what was to come. He turned her to face the stool, leaning her forward and kneeling down behind her, his short frame ensuring his feet remained within the cubicle, invisible to the passing crowds just a few inches away. Manuel struggled to remove the bikini briefs from Jenny but managed to get them to her knees, pulling them over her ankles and smelling the crotch area. "Mmm, you want fucky fucky?" he said, his hand between her legs massaging her pussy lips, his odour filling the cubicle like a noxious gas. In Jenny's confused state of mind, she wondered if this smelly man should have to carry a Hazchem board. He sensed more than felt his cock at her pussy lips, probing at her sex, trying to gain entry to her most private of areas, her most personal part. He had licked his fingers and had tried to moisten her but she was still in a state of paralysis, her fear locking her emotions, trying to block out what was happening to her. She felt him enter her only when the moistness of his spittle and his pre-cum met the resistance of her own dry pussy. He used his body strength to force himself into Jenny, taking her self respect away. Jenny experienced a great burning pain as she was impaled by his stubby hard cock, she wanted to scream but was unable to do so. He forced himself deeper into her pussy, his cock thrusting with such vigour, Jenny expected the motions to become apparent and that some one to come in to the cubicle any second, to stop this situation. Jenny was disappointed as Manuel continued to fuck her from behind. She felt tears in her eyes, tears of fear, tears of pain and tears of embarrassment. But she couldn't cry. "I fucky you. You fucky me. We fucky each other" Manuel chanted quietly but loud enough for Jenny to hear. "I fucky you. Me fucky you and come. Me fucky you and come" he chanted. Jenny tried to knock her head on the stool, hoping it was a nightmare and she would wake up. She still couldn't move. "Me fucky come. Me fucky come" Manuel said, leaning forward and grabbing her bare tits with both hands, squeezing gently at first but as his climax approached, his grip became more extreme. "Oh, me fucky come" he gasped, his own breathing laboured and she felt him tense up at her behind, climaxing deep into her pussy, and Jenny imagined him violating her more personal area with his oily skinned semen, each one pungent in odour and in need of a shave, unable to speak the Queen's English. He pumped his load into her waiting womb, releasing his tadpoles into her sweet innocent body. His climax subsided but the grip he held on her breasts remained for some time until his cock became limp. Withdrawing from her pussy, he stood and dressed himself. "You buy this one, no?" he said. Jenny didn't look at him, she just nodded her head. "I wrap for you" he said, leaving the cubicle with Jenny still naked on her knees, her arse facing the doorway, Manuel leaving the curtain half open, allowing anyone to have a free peek. She felt the warm sticky sperm of the Spaniard dribbling down her inner thigh and she felt her mobility return. She wanted to clean up the mess but she couldn't. Her pussy felt so sore like she'd been fucked with a red hot poker and her tits ached from his excessive squeezing. She felt sure they'd be bruised all over and that would put paid to her wearing any form of swimsuit for the rest of the holiday. She repossessed her own briefs, having to endure the sensation of Manuel's sticky sperm soaking the crotch of her panties. She dressed in her white skirt and pulled on her top before realising the curtain was already half open. Across the market place, several guys had been watching her, one caught her eye and he blew her a kiss. Jenny felt dirty and disgraced as she left the cubicle. "That's one hundred Euro's" she heard him say and, still dazed, she delved into her purse and pulled out all the Euro notes she had. "Heh, you only got 80 Euros. You trying to steal from me?" he said at the top of his voice. Jenny was in no mood to haggle. She emptied her hand bag and Manuel took her Ipod as part payment. "OK. You and me, we quits" he said, thrusting the bag with the horrid tight bikini in her hand. "You go now" he said, leaving her to find her own way out of the market and to the bus stop. Jenny had the sensation of having been screwed twice, once physically and once financially. Right now, she just wanted out. Jenny felt like shit. She'd come out to do a bit of shopping, she'd ended up being all but raped, sold a dodgy swim suit and charged a fortune for it and it wasn't even a designer label. Her groin was so painful and she just wanted to get home. If only she'd gotten that bottle of water for Mark, he might have come with her and none of this would have happened. As she walked through the market, all the men were staring at her and she knew many of them had seen her in the changing cubicle. But now the women were looking at her and pointing, holding their hands to their mouths. Jenny looked down at her skirt. Manuel had been so rough when he'd fucked her, he'd torn muscle and flesh. Jenny gasped in horror at a red blood patch on her white skirt at her pubic area, looking like her period had started. Everyone was pointing at her, some were laughing. Jenny felt humiliated. She looked at local stalls, trying to find a cheap skirt she could buy before suddenly realising she'd used all her money at Manuel's stall. And to avoid being pick-pocketed, she'd left her plastic cards back at the hotel. She had her return bus fare but that was all. Children were pointing to her, asking their mummies why the lady had blood on her skirt. Everyone assumed that she'd started her period, a few guys who'd been watching her guessed it was from rough sex. And they don't get rougher than Manuel. One guy thought he'd try his luck and offered to buy Jenny some replacement clothing in return for some favours. Jenny's eyes welled up with tears as she ran through the market, bumping into people who shouted at her in a mixture of English and Spanish. She reached the main drag and recognised where she was. Content for a while, she stopped to get her breath back, her breathing heavy and she felt totally drained. The smell of body odour hit her olfactory nerves and she found the energy to run to the bus station. The journey back to the hotel was a total embarrassment, everyone staring at her and, to make matters worse, the smell of fresh semen emanated from her lower half, causing everyone on the bus to whisper to each other. Back at the hotel, Jenny got to the room and rushed to the bathroom, discarding her clothes and running a shower, trying to remove the smelly Spaniard's semen from her soft and homely pussy. Tenerife She dumped her skirt and panties in a bin and changed, placing a sanitary towel in her clean briefs before going in search of Mark. Mark had recovered from his alcohol binge and was supping a beer slowly by the pool. He smiled at her and gave her a hug. "I've been talking to the locals......" Mark said, "......and I've found the perfect place to go tomorrow. There's a market in town which sells some really good locally made stuff and I thought we'd go there tomorrow." Jenny shook her head and said something that Mark never expected to hear Jenny say. "No thanks. I've had enough of retail therapy!" Tenerife June 08 A light, warm breeze ran off the calm Atlantic Ocean and through the restaurant in Tenerife where my wife and I sat enjoying the view after a bottle of wine and a good meal. It was early June and life was good. Jo, my wife, was dressed in a light summer dress that came to a few inches above her knees and without tights or stockings. Her open shoes with 3" heels complimented her long legs perfectly. At 45 she is still a desirable woman with her short blonde hair and fit body. Her skin is very light and she rarely exposes it to the sun for more than a few hours when we are away. She burns quickly! A party of five ex-pats were sat at the next table, three men and two women. The men were average people clearly in their late thirties and early forties. The ex-pats label was clear as they were talking about work tomorrow and how living there was a damn site better than UK at present. They were all well tanned and totally at ease in the local restaurant. I studied the wives closer, as you do, and one got my attention more than the other. She was a leggy blonde similar to my wife but with a gorgeous tan and a very short dress. I moved my position slightly to get a better view. Jo scowled! The other was darker and much plainer. I excused myself and went to the toilets, planning to get ready and go back to our hotel when I got back. My route surprisingly took me past the blonde who gave me a slight smile in passing. When I returned I was surprised to see one of the men talking to Jo. As I approached he turned and smiled. "Hi, my name is Steven and I was just chatting with your lady here. I hope you are enjoying the island." His smile was infectious and I grinned. "Yes, as Jo no doubt told you, we like it here alright but it's time for us to get a taxi back to the hotel now." "Shame" Steven replied, "I was just about to invite you and your gorgeous lady to a club for the evening. We're celebrating and its all on me tonight." Jo looked at me and nodded, seemed like she was interested in going with them. I laughed, "As long as you don't try to sell us "time share" why not!" Steven laughed back, swore he had nothing to do with time share and introduced us to his friends. The men were Hugh and Chris and the plain girl was Sandra, Hugh's wife. The hot blonde was Steven's wife Kay. Steven cleared both our bill and his and taking Jo's arm lead us all out of the restaurant and toward the main street. I was more than happy when Kay sidled up and took my arm as we walked. The smell of her body was very nice and I could feel my pulse quicken. I wasn't very far to the club and as we went down the path leading to the entrance I noticed a sign "18 and over only". I took little notice, the earlier wine, the proximity of Kay and Steven's hand on my wife's ass in front of us had me somewhat distracted. Steven paused for a moment at the entrance, spoke to the doormen and lead us all into the darkened interior of the club. As we settled I heard Jo giggle. She rarely drinks much and gets "tipsy" quite quickly. Now she was clearly past the sober stage. Steven was paying her a lot of attention and she was reciprocating willingly. Again, my attention was on Kay and I was only paying rudimentary attention to what Steven and Jo were doing. The club was quite full and Steven very quickly had Jo on the dance floor. I watched as he held her close and she had her arms round his neck, moulding her body to his. His hands were all over her ass and I watched as she parted her legs and let him "dry fuck" her while they danced. Kay grinned at me and said "want to do that with me?" We were on the dance floor in no time. Glancing at Hugh and the others, I saw them grinning and indicating to Steven and Jo. I looked and saw Steven had his hand up the hem of Jo's dress and inside her knickers. I might have objected but I had an erection which I was busily pushing against Kay's firm stomach. When the music stopped we all left the dance floor and returned to our seats. Three bottles of wine had appeared on the table and Chris had poured a glass each for us. Steven didn't let Jo take a seat; instead he indicated she should sit on his lap. Jo giggled and tottered toward him. As she approached he closed his knees and she sat open legged on his lap and leaned back against him. Chris saw how Jo's dress had ridden up as she sat astride Steven and tried to nonchalantly move to get a better view of my wife's thin knickers. The rest of us laughed and he turned red! Kay noticed my discomfort at Jo's loose behaviour with her husband and casually dropped her hand in my lap. She looked me in the eye and slowly brushed my stiff cock. I forgot Jo. Moments later two very attractive dancers appeared on the stage. The lights had gone very low and the music started. It became more than obvious why that sign had been on the door. It was a strip club. And a very good one too! The dancers were hot and left nothing to the imagination. Within no time they had everyone's attention. In the dark Kay continued to rub my cock and I slipped my hand down between her legs, she opened up for me and I could feel her wetness through the thin material of her knickers. I glanced over at Steven and Jo and saw a sight more erotic than the girls on the stage. Steven had opened his legs forcing Jo to spread her's wider. Her dress had now completely ridden up to her waist exposing her knickers to anyone who looked. He had one hand between her legs and over her pussy. His fingers were under her knickers and working hard on her clit and probing into her hot hole. Chris was leaning over and had managed to get a hand inside her bra. My wife was just laying back against Steven with her eyes closed. Clearly loving all she was getting. Hugh and Sandra were watching the others doing Jo and groping each other at the same time. As I watched she started to orgasm. I had never thought my prim wife would let herself be fingered to a climax by anyone else, let alone in a club! I was brought round when Kay squeezed my cock and said: "Lets go, we need to fuck."