0 comments/ 130875 views/ 95 favorites Costa Del Cock By: Belgarion10 All rights reserved, copyright (c) Paul Garland PLEASE NOTE: Contains 'Shared-wife' type elements. If you don't like this sort of thing, please don't read it and then me what a cuckold/wimp the character is or what a slut the woman is. That's the point. * Claire and I had been together for five years. We met at college when we were both eighteen, and after a whirlwind romance we married after only a year together. Within another six months we had our first child. We adjusted really well, and our relationship went from strength to strength, but after our fourth year things started to change slightly. The sex dried up, going from every day to two or three times a week, to just once a week if I was lucky. Our relationship was fine, but the lack of sex was starting to put a bit of a strain on things. We had somehow turned into friends rather than lovers. There was no way either of us wanted to split because we had a lovely little boy, so we decided to try and find that spark again to re-ignite our love. We were both only twenty-three, and I was sure we could sort things out. I had the idea of going on holiday; to see if that might bring us closer together again. Claire's mum, knowing we were having a few problems, volunteered to have our son for a week, which was even better, so we flew off to sunny Spain, our first proper holiday for four years. We stayed in the southern most part of Spain on the Costa del Sol, and it was incredibly hot. Our hotel was very nice, comfortable if not luxurious, with a great pool which our balcony overlooked from its position on the second-to-top floor. We were both in the frame of mind to really enjoy ourselves, and had promised each other to both our hair down, so we really went for it. The first day we had a lovely lazy day on the beach, and then after a nice meal, we hit the bars and both got pretty drunk. It was the early hours when we got back into our hotel room, and we were like teenagers again, ripping each other's clothes off, and then having the best sex for ages. The following morning, we got up and slept our hangovers off around the pool. About mid-afternoon, Claire went for a dip in the pool and I couldn't help admiring my gorgeous wife as she climbed out and returned to her lounger. Claire is short, only about 5' 3", and she's slim and petite to match. Her breasts are about average size, 36c but they look bigger on her small frame. They had been smaller - a 36b, but got quite big when she had our son and with her being fairly young when she gave birth, they lost none of their shape and firmness, and had stayed larger than they were before. She looked beautiful, with her wet shoulder-length blonde hair tied back in a little ponytail, and her body looked great, despite her wearing a quite conservative black bathing suit. I even noticed a couple of other guys sitting around the pool casting her appreciative glances and I told Claire, but she waved me away, saying I was being silly. However I think it had an effect on her, because when the sun dropped low and we retired back to our room, she asked me if there had really been some men looking at her, and I assured her that there had been. The thought seemed to turn her on, and we ended up making love again, right there on the bed. We hadn't even closed the curtains or anything, but I didn't care, and neither did she. Our relationship was just like it was when we were kids; sexy, passionate and exciting again. I was so happy! That night, we went out for a drink again, and Claire was still in a horny mood, because she dressed a little more provocatively than usual. She usually wore a knee-length skirt or shorts, but she did own some shorter skirts and she had brought them with her on holiday. I didn't think she would wear them - she hadn't worn anything like that since she had the baby - but either the sun, the alcohol or the looks from the blokes around the pool had definitely had an effect on her. Combined with the low cut top she wore that night, Claire got quite a bit of male attention during the evening, especially from the barmen and waiters. We went into a nightclub, where she got dragged away from me on the dance floor by two young guys who wanted to have a dance. It was only a bit of harmless flirting, and the two lads bought us both a drink before handing her back to me again after a couple of songs. I asked her if she enjoyed that, because she seemed a little bit flustered, and she practically dragged me back to our hotel room where we had a drunken but still fantastic sex session. She practically howled the hotel down when she came, and afterwards I asked her what had brought that on. To my surprise, she confessed that while dancing with the two young lads in the club, one of the lads had quite openly stared down her top at her breasts when they danced closer, and the other one had been daring enough to have feel of her bottom. Not just a squeeze either, he had pulled her close and had a long, lingering feel with both hands. She had also felt his erection pressing against her through his shorts. That was when she had broken away from him and returned to me. She said she felt guilty for flirting, and leading them on but I told her I really didn't mind her flirting like that, if it guaranteed me a fuck like what we had just enjoyed. Claire looked at me, considering me for a minute, before saying she might have a flirt again tomorrow night then, if that was all right with me. Before I could reply, she gave me a wink and rolled away from me to get some sleep. The next day, while we sun-bathed our hangovers away on the beach, I asked her if she had meant what she said last night about flirting with some more guys. Claire looked at me and asked me if I was angry and with her but I shook my head. I confessed that while I didn't understand it, for some reason seeing her flirting with those guys, and also seeing the blokes eyeing her up at the pool had turned me on. 'Really?' she asked and I nodded, going on to further confess that when she told me about the young man feeling her backside, I nearly came in my pants! Claire looked at me incredulously, and I shrugged my shoulders. It was true, though I didn't really understand why. I asked her if she had enjoyed it, and she nodded too. Claire had only slept with one guy before me, her old school sweetheart, and neither of them had been very experienced back then, so it hadn't been very memorable. In the past I had often asked her if her lack of sexual partners bothered her, particularly just before we got married and settled down. I wanted to be sure she was doing the right thing in marrying me so young, but back then she had denied any such feelings quite vigorously, saying she was madly in love with me and never wanted anyone else. I asked her there and then if she still felt the same about her lack of sexual experiences now after five years, now that the passionate bloom of early love had subsided. She denied any such feelings again, but this time she didn't seem anywhere near as sure. I persisted and asked Claire again, but she told me to stop being silly. 'When I married you, we made vows, and I meant them," she insisted. "I love you. I don't need anyone else!" Her beautiful blue eyes looked straight into mine when she spoke, but I could read the doubt in them. I didn't mind though. The idea of her messing around a bit really seemed to be turning me on. "I don't mind either way," I told her as I casually took a drink of the cocktail I was using as 'a hair of the dog' to get rid of my still aching head. "It's natural if you feel a bit curious. Just be honest with me, okay?" Claire looked at me, chewing her lip, which she only ever does when she's feeling indecisive or doubtful about something. "Well, I did enjoy flirting, and I might flirt a bit more if that's okay. It's so much fun when you're young and you can dance and flirt with lads. I guess I missed out on all that stuff and I do miss it a bit, I suppose. It was fun last night, wasn't it?" I nodded as encouragingly as I could. "We'll see what happens tonight." Claire smiled at me and went for a swim in the sea to cool down. I didn't want her to actually sleep with anyone else because that would be taking it too far, although the thought did make me feel quite aroused for some strange reason. However, I decided I had to try and get her to flirt around again like last night, but this time I wanted to actually see someone eyeing her up, or feeling her bottom or something. The thought of my reasonably innocent and sensible wife being a little flirty or rude with someone made me want to drag her back to the hotel room for another rampant session, but I resisted. I wanted to save it all up for tonight, after whatever flirting she might do had happened. When Claire came back from the sea, she drew more admiring male glances which I pointed out to her. Today she was wearing a silver bikini which revealed more cleavage than any of her others. She blushed but smiled, pleased again at the attention. I suggested she go topless, but she gave me 'a look' and told me to forget that idea. The next time Claire went in the sea, I had a nap and when I woke and looked for her I saw her talking to a much older guy. They were both waist deep in the water, but he had his hand on her arm and was leaning close to say something in her ear. I was much too far away to hear what was being said, but I guessed it was something rude because Claire covered her mouth in shock, although she was laughing. His hand grasped hers and he tugged her closer to him, but she pushed him away playfully, still laughing. I watched them chatting in the water, surprised that she would talk and flirt with someone as old as him. He looked in his late forties at least with dark, short grey hair. My only guess was that she was attracted to his body, as he was very tall and quite muscular and fit-looking. They seemed to be talking for the most part but then they started to splash each other, and the older guy wrestled Claire into the water at one point. They both resurfaced laughing, and I watched them frolic about for quite a while. Nothing too untoward seemed to be going on, apart from his hands slipping to her backside a few times when he picked her up and threw into the sea. After a while, Claire bade farewell to him and returned to me with a huge smile on her face. "I've been chatted up!" she exclaimed, and I said I thought she had. I told her I'd been watching her for a while as she dried herself off, and she giggled at me. "He wanted to me to go out for a drink with him tonight," she explained. "He seemed a really nice man." "Why don't you?" I suggested. "No way!" Claire chuckled "He's way too old for me, even though he did have a buff body." She threw her towel on me playfully, and lay back out to catch some more sun. "Would you have let me though? If he was my type? What would you have done on your own?" I shrugged and didn't reply. Again, the thought of her flirting, let alone going out for a drink with another guy was turning me on, and I still didn't understand why. We stayed until the sun started to lose its heat, and as we walked back to hotel, Claire repeated her question - if I would really have let her go out with the man she had met on the beach. "Why not?" I said. "I'm sure I could amuse myself for one night." When Claire stared at me disbelievingly, I explained further. "You said that you think you've missed out on all that, marrying me so young." "I know, but..." Claire tried to interrupt me but I continued. "You don't have to do anything, do you? It would be just a bit of flirting and all that." Claire looked at me but said that he really wasn't her type. She did have his apartment address though. He had given it to her before she left him. Apparently he owned his own place and came over three or four times a year. As we reached our hotel, she told me that she would go out with him if I really wanted her to. I told her that it wasn't about what I wanted, but what she wanted. "But what if he tries it on, and I'm a bit drunk?" Claire was blushing as I closed the hotel room and turned to stare at her. "Well... you know!" I let my serious face drop and laughed at her. "That's your problem, isn't it?" "He might try to rape me!" she said and I stopped to think. I hadn't thought of that. "Look," I told her, "I'll go out too and I'll try to stay close to you. Then if he does try anything that makes you feel uncomfortable just call my mobile and I'll come and rescue you, okay?" "So you wouldn't want me to do anything?" Claire dropped the sarong that she had worn from the beach to the hotel. She took off her bikini top, her gorgeous 36c breasts coming into view. Her dark nipples were erect, I noticed. Was it the cool air of the hotel room, or was she a bit aroused by the tone of our conversation? "It's up to you, my love." What was I saying? Was I giving her the green light to do something with the guy? Conflicting feelings were running through my brain, and I was getting hard at the sight of Claire, walking around the hotel room semi-naked as we talked. "Would you be really mad if something did happen? Because if I got drunk - well, you know?" Claire slipped her bikini bottoms off, kicking them off her leg. Her pussy used to completely shaven when we first started dating, but now she had let her light-brown pubes grow, although she kept them trimmed into a neat triangle. She was reminding me of how easily aroused, and out-of-control she could get when she was very drunk. I didn't need reminding, she had proven that to me last night! "You don't have to go." Claire opened the patio doors to our balcony to let some more air in and turned back to me. "I think I want to though. Just to see what it would be like. A sort of adventure?" "Okay." Just as I agreed I heard a wolf-whistle from outside, though neither of us paid much attention to it. "You've got to find the guy again first," I reminded her. "Like I said - I've got his address here - oh my god!" Claire shrieked and I jumped as she dashed over to the doorway to the balcony and dragged the curtain across. As she did I noticed a bunch of young lads on a hotel balcony across the narrow street from us. They were staring and whistling at Claire. She spun to look at me with horror on her face. "Did they see me?" her face was crimson. "Nice tits love! - nice pussy!" came a couple of shouts from outside. Claire had shut the curtain but not the door. She sat on the bed with a hand over her mouth. I just laughed at her. "I think they got a pretty good view," I chuckled. "Of everything!" "Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god..." Claire mumbled as the lads started to call for her not to be such a spoilsport. "Let's have another look!" came the voices again as Claire got up and walked back to the curtains. She pulled them back for a few seconds, eliciting a number of whistles and cheers then she stuck her fingers up at them and shut the door and curtain again. Then she turned to me. "I can't believe a load of lads have just seen me naked!" She rubbed her breasts in a most un-Claire like gesture. "I'm so horny! Fuck me..." Well how was I supposed to refuse? So I did. Later, as we got ready to go out, Claire changed her mind, or should I say bottled out of going to Ray (the older guy)'s apartment to find him. She would have liked to go out, but she didn't fancy just strolling up to his place and knocking on the door. He had told her that he was here on his own for a week, but she didn't know if he was telling the truth. He might have a wife or girlfriend, or even children. I told her that he wouldn't have given her his address if that was true, but Claire still backed out of it. She did say that she would be a flirt for me though tonight when we went out. We got dressed up and went out, even though I was already half-drunk from supping during the day to try and get rid of my hang-over. We went in a different set of bars to the night before, determined to try all of them out before we went home. Claire looked nice. To keep her promise to me about flirting again, she had a small pair of denim shorts on and a white vest-type top, which showed a nice bit of cleavage when she leaned forward. She let her wavy blonde hair down to her shoulders, and again she drew plenty of attention from various men as the night wore on. Every time I pointed out someone looking at her, she got more and more excited. By the time we got into a nightclub, we were both pretty drunk and with Claire being as buzzing as she was, she couldn't wait to get on to the dance floor. I followed her a few minutes later with two drinks in hand, but found her already dancing with some guy. I found a pillar nearby which I could lean on, and I had a drink and watched them dance. Claire saw me after a little while and came to join me and collect her drink. "He was really nice," she told me, "But a bit young." "Too young, too old - you know how to pick them, don't you?" I laughed and resisted as she tried to drag me on to the dance floor. "Go and flirt some more..." I said and waved her away. She pulled a sad face, but went and danced some more. I watched from where I was as she danced with a succession of men, but none of them were as daring as the guys the night before, maybe they were aware of me, I don't know - but nobody tried feeling her up or anything. I enjoyed watching her dancing and having a good time, but I was too tired to join her even if I wanted to. The heat and the drink were taking its toll, and my eyelids were drooping a bit when suddenly I noticed who Claire was dancing with now. He was tall and broad, with greying hair - it was the old guy from the beach - Ray. I saw Claire smile at me, and mouth something but I couldn't make out what she was trying to say. He obviously hadn't seen me or just didn't care, because his hands were straight onto Claire's bottom as they danced to a slower song. Then when the next one sped the tempo up, he was swinging her around, bringing a series of loud laughs from a very merry Claire. What made me start though was when I saw his hand moving up her side as they danced. Ray moved behind her and as they swayed together to the next song, his hand crept higher, brushing against and then coming to rest on the outside of her breast. The dirty old man! Claire either didn't notice, or chose to ignore him. A few minutes later, Claire came over and introduced him to me, explaining to Ray that I was 'her brother.' I looked at her, somewhat surprised as I realised that this was what she must have been mouthing at me from the dance floor. Ray asked me if I minded him dancing with my sister and I told him that she was all his as I was very tired. He smiled, and went to buy us a round of drinks. While he was gone, Claire said she couldn't believe we had run into him in the club! "He's invited us back to his apartment after this drink," she said and as she leaned forward she stumbled into me. "Sorry. I'm a bit drunk I think!" "You're having a good time though, by the looks," I said and when Claire nodded I carried on. "He was feeling your tits, you know? Rubbing his hand against them." "I know - I let him and he felt my bum too!" Claire shrugged then smiled drunkenly at me. "Shall we go back to his place after here? He tells me his apartment's really flashy." "Sure - if you want to? It's obvious what he wants though?" "That's fine! He can try -" Claire said happily. "- trust me; I won't let him do anything. I just want to see how far he'll go. I want to see if he will really try it on. It will be funny if he tries to get me into bed. Do you think he will?" "Definitely," I assured her then we both shut up as Ray returned with more drinks. I let him take her on to the dance floor again, and then when we had all finished the latest round of drinks, they came back over to collect me and we all made the short walk to Ray's apartment. It was quite late - about 3am - and I was exhausted, but Claire was really excited with all the attention, so I went along with it. Costa Del Cock She was right though, Ray's apartment was very cool. It was more of a villa than an apartment really - and larger than I imagined. It had a hot-tub outside, a patio with barbecue and inside it was just as great. It had its own smart little kitchen, and a great lounge complete with plasma and a nice sound system. Ray told us both to relax on the sofas and he turned the TV on and fixed us both a drink. He sat opposite us on the other white leather sofa, and passed me a huge glass of whisky. I looked at it rather apprehensively, knowing I had probably had a bit too much already, but after a taste I decided to drink it. It was fine stuff but I still sipped it. Claire had a pretty strong-looking vodka-and-coke, which she was drinking much faster than I was mine. Ray leaned forward and was talking pretty much to Claire alone, so I watched the television just joining in with the conversation occasionally when either of them asked me something. They talked about the resort, and how Ray had come to buy his own place here. He owned his own sound studio business back in England, and was bragging about some of the famous people who had come through his doors. I switched off from it, but Claire was eagerly lapping it all up. He mentioned that he had two kids, both grown up now and that he used to be married but divorced five years ago when he caught his wife cheating on him. I wondered if it might have been the other around. Ray was a bit of a charmer, I had to admit. He produced a photo album, and Claire went to the other settee to sit next to him and look at the photos of his ex and his children. Claire showed me a picture of his wife, saying how pretty she was and I agreed. She was gorgeous - this guy was such a show-off! Still, it seemed to be working. Claire was sat right next to him with the album held in front of her. Ray was leaning close, his body pressed against hers and I saw his hand go to her knee, and then slide up to rest on her thigh. Again, Claire either didn't notice, or didn't mind. My eyes were growing heavier, and I let my head rest against the sofa back and closed my eyes for a bit. It was very warm, even though it was the early hours of the morning. I listened to the television, and to Claire and Ray talking while I rested my eyes. I must have dozed off because the next thing I knew was Ray shaking my shoulder. "Hey! Claire and me are going to have a dip in the hot-tub. Why don't you join us?" Ray was standing in front of me, in just a pair of tight black shorts. His body was very muscular, more so than I had realised before and he was very tanned. Claire was nowhere to be seen. Ray saw me look around and reassured me. "She's just getting changed - my ex sometimes comes over to stay and I told Claire she could borrow one of her bikinis." My eyes were taking their time to focus but when they did, I saw he was smiling at me. He was a friendly enough guy, even if he was a show-off. "Come on," he said, "You can borrow some of my shorts - they're in the bedroom where Claire is. Come on, the tub will wake you up a bit." I grasped his offered hand and allowed him to help me to my feet. Then I followed his directions into the plush bedroom where a half-naked Claire turned and looked at me as I entered. "Hi! Are you okay?" she asked as I looked her up and down appreciatively. "Yeah. Just tired, that's all. Do they fit?" She was wearing a pair of white bottoms which fit fine, but her breasts squished out of the bikini top as she put it on. "Obviously not!" Claire laughed at herself as she struggled to fasten the clip behind her back. I helped her with it, and then she looked down at her boobs spilling out of the front of the too-small bikini. It just about covered her nipples and she pulled the cups up over her breasts as best as she could. "It will have to do!" I found a pair of shorts and was surprised to find my cock semi-erect as I changed into them. Claire's body looked so hot in that small, white bikini! I wondered if Ray would be able to keep his hands off her - he had been struggling already so how would he react to her in this micro-bikini? "Ray's going to want to eat you alive when he sees you in that," I whispered into Claire's ear as we stepped out on to the patio where Ray was already waiting for us, chest-deep in the crystal-clear, bubbling water. "I hope so!" Claire said back to me quietly as she stepped into the steaming tub. "Oooh - it's lovely!" she cried as she sank in up to her chin, dipping up and down and giggling. Ray smiled at her and then at me as I lowered myself in too. It was comfortably warm but not too hot. The feeling of the cool air on my face and the bubbles tickling your feet and lower body was intoxicatingly pleasant and I noticed that Ray had brought my still half-full whisky out, so I took another sip. Claire must have finished her drink, because she picked up a different orange-coloured one from the side of pool, next to Ray's own glass of whisky. The drink slid down nicely, and I found myself relaxed, but stimulated and awake again. Claire sidled up to me and gave me an affectionate pat on the bottom with her free hand as she took a drink. "Don't you love it?" she said happily and I nodded, noticing Ray putting his drink back down after a long swig. While they were talking I had learned he was 54, although he looked a younger and I saw him wink at me as he crept up behind Claire and then suddenly he dipped below the surface. I took Claire's drink from her as I realised what was about to happen and right on cue Claire suddenly disappeared under the water with a shriek as Ray pulled her ankles out from under her. They both popped back up a second later, laughing together and then they started splashing each other again as they had done in the sea earlier that day. "You!" she screamed at him. "I had my drink in my hand." "And I saw your brother take it from you," Ray laughed and splashed her again. I concentrated on my drink, enjoying the fine whisky and the fantastic sensation of the fizzing, warm water as they started talking again. Claire was standing with Ray now, leaning against him as she bobbed about in the water. I was directly opposite them and although Ray had both arms stretched out along the rim of the tub, I'm pretty sure that he must have been able to feel her breasts pressing against him occasionally as she leaned close. I certainly saw him looking down at her bulging cleavage every time it cleared the surface of the water. Claire must have seen him too, because she took a small step backwards and looked down at her breasts. "This bikini is a bit too small!" "I noticed," chuckled Ray and I saw him glance at me. I let my head fall back and rested my eyes again, but I listened on. "They're almost coming out," Claire said, "It's embarrassing!" "Don't be embarrassed," I heard Ray say quietly in reply, probably trying not to alert me. "You've got a seriously hot body. Even better than my ex and hers was great." Claire was quiet as he poured compliments over her, saying how he had noticed her on the beach, and found her really attractive. She was obviously soaking it all up and loving every bit of it. A bit of worship was probably what she needed to restock her confidence, so I laid back with my eyes closed and listened. Again, I found myself dozing slightly and I opened my eyes when I realised they weren't talking. I opened my eyes to see them standing together at the pool edge. Ray's back was facing me now, and all I could see of Claire was her hands on his shoulders. His hands were below the surface, but I could see through the water that they were encircling her waist. It took a moment for my eyes to focus properly again, and a moment longer still for me to hear the soft sounds of kisses. That woke me up with a jolt but I didn't try to stop them. It wasn't a passionate embrace, just a series of soft, wet lip kisses and then Ray's head dipped sideways to Claire's neck and as he started trailing small kisses alongside her ear I saw her face come into view over his shoulder. Her eyes met mine and she froze, but I smiled and mouthed the words "It's okay!" at her and nodded for her to continue. She didn't say anything, but held my gaze for a moment longer before closing her eyes and sighing in enjoyment as his kisses moved up and down her neck and along her shoulder. I became aware that I had a rapidly swelling erection under the water, and because the shorts I was wearing were rather close-fitting I realised that if I got any hornier, I would not be able to leave the tub without seriously embarrassing myself. Claire was supposed to my sister, I remembered. Before I got stuck in the tub permanently and unable to leave, I downed the remaining whisky and heaved myself up on to the edge. I covered my groin with the hand holding the empty tumbler, and when Ray and Claire looked at me I said I was going to go and get a top-up if that was all right. Ray nodded, but then shook his head as I offered to refill his glass too. Claire also declined a top-up, and then mouthed a question at me, "Are you okay?" Her hands were still wrapped around his shoulders and his around her lower back. Her chest was pressed against him. Before I could get any further aroused I smiled at her and nodded before going back into the apartment and refilling my glass. I decided not to rejoin them immediately, instead grabbing a robe from the bedroom and sitting on the settee for a while to watch some football on the television. I picked a vantage point from which I could still see them through the glass patio doors, although I could only see their shoulders and heads. Ray was much taller than my short wife, so I could see more of him than her, and I watched as his head lowered and they started kissing again. The kiss was much more passionate now and I decided to stay in the living room for a while, to see how things develop. My groin was aching as I kept glancing over at them. I didn't want to watch all the time, because they might see me staring, so I tried to concentrate on the football and just look over every few minutes. It was difficult to see what was happening though, with the limited view. They were still kissing, but the pair of them both kept dipping low out of sight, then reappearing - laughing - and kissing again. When I next looked, they had turned again, so that the back of Claire's blonde head was towards me. I could see Ray saying something to Claire but I couldn't hear what it was. Then Claire climbed from the water and came into the apartment to find me. I pretended to be intent on the football. "Hi. Are you all right?" She grabbed a towel and sat on it on the opposite sofa to me, protecting the leather from the wet. As she sat down I noticed that the water had turned the white bikini slightly transparent so I could just make out the dark outline of her nipples through the sheer material. I wasn't sure but I thought I could just see the outline of her light-brown pubes too, between her thighs. I pointed this fact out to Claire and she giggled again. "Ray noticed that too," she said cupping her breasts and lifting them so she could see the dark shadows. "But not my pubes?" she said and she opened her legs to look at the material between. "You can see them a bit, can't you?" Ray entered just then, fresh drinks in hand for both of them. As he passed Claire her drink, she closed her legs but it was too late because he said, "You definitely can," and laughed at Claire as she blushed. "I'm going to go and get dry. Do you want a towel?" "Yes - I should get dressed too," Claire said and as Ray headed off in the direction of the bedroom, she came and sat next to me. "Are you sure you're okay?" she asked me again and when I nodded, she leaned in close. I could tell she was going to confide in me about something because her eyes followed Ray out of the room. When he had gone, she spoke again. "He's really trying it on, but he's a gentleman with it." Her speech was slurred with drink and I looked into her eyes to see the glaze of alcohol shining in them. "Why? What did he say?" I prompted her to carry on and she swallowed down a big gulp of whatever cocktail she had now before speaking. "He's going home tomorrow night, and he keeps saying how sexy I am." I urged her to carry on - there had to be more to it than that. "He said he wants to kiss me all over and... well... he wants to make love to me." She was blushing furiously as she finished. "And do you want to make love to him?" I asked. Claire shook her head, but I could tell she was tempted. She licked her lips and whispered into my ear. "My boobs came out of my bikini in the pool," she confessed. "I put them back in, but they kept popping out... and then... I let him kiss them." Claire cringed as she told me and then her eyes opened as she noticed the enormous erection growing in my shorts. "Is this turning you on?" I nodded and shrugged my shoulders. I didn't know why, but it was. "Go on..." I urged her to tell me more. "He felt them and sucked them. We kissed loads and then he felt between my legs too." "He fingered you?" I asked incredulously. I didn't think she would let it go this far. I had been hopeful but wasn't expecting anything further than a kiss and a feel. Claire shook her head. "No - like I said he's a gentleman. He just rubbed me through my bottoms." Again my wife paused, probably wondering how to tell me what was coming next. "I felt his willy too. Just through his shorts - it's a bit big!" I couldn't believe my ears. Claire was being so slutty and I was enjoying it. Was this normal? "How big?" I barely managed to ask, my throat suddenly dry. I knew that I wasn't that big down below - about 5" at best - which was below average however Claire's only other lover had been even smaller than me, so she didn't know any better. "It's thick and about..." she held her hands about 7 or 8 inches apart, "that big - I'd say. It's hard to tell, but it feels really big." Ray's voice called through from the corridor to the bedroom, saying there was a dry towel on the bed. He was just going to throw some clothes in the laundry. "I'll go get dry and dressed. Do you want to come too?" she asked as she stood up. I shook my head and looked around for a toilet. "I need a pee. You go get dressed." Claire hesitated, and I could tell she wanted to say something else, but she turned to go to the bedroom. "Do you want me to come with you? Wait here for a minute then." I called after her, realising that she might be a bit afraid of going alone to the back part of the apartment where Ray was. "No," Claire said quickly. A bit too quickly. "I'll be okay." "Do you want something to happen with Ray?" I said softly as she turned and she was chewing her lip as she faced me again. She didn't answer but shrugged, with a kind of apologetic look on her face. "Go on then. I'll give you ten minutes while I go to the bathroom. Shout me if you want me for anything, okay?" Claire nodded slowly and I headed towards the toilet, near the entrance at the front of the apartment, where was had entered. I only needed a pee, but I sat down and waited for ten minutes as I had promised. I listened out for Claire's voice, but there wasn't anything. After ten minutes, there was still nothing so I gave it another five minutes for good measure. My heart was thudding as I finally flushed the toilet, and slowly headed back into the front room. I sat down as I found the front room empty. There was no sign of Claire or Ray, and a quick scan of the patio area showed that to be empty too. The tub was still switched off and the empty drinks glasses from before still cluttered the table between the sofas. I sat down, head spinning and pulse racing as I listened hard for any noises coming from the corridor. After a minute or two I thought I heard something. It was Ray's voice, very quiet and then a more feminine sound. It was Claire's voice but she wasn't talking. It was more like a murmur, or even a moan. I listened, but didn't hear the noise again, so treading as quietly as I could I headed into the corridor and towards the bedroom. I passed the laundry, right next to the bedroom and that was vacant too. The bedroom door was closed, but the light was on because a glow came from the gap under the door. I knelt and put my ear to the narrow aperture, and heard Ray saying something again. It sounded like "Are you sure?" but I couldn't be certain. I heard something - a gasp? - from Claire and decided to take a risk. I pushed the door ever so gently, as I had noticed when we got changed earlier that it didn't have a lock. It opened at my touch, just slightly - maybe an inch at most - but far enough for me to see through and into the room beyond. My eyes almost popped out of my head and my heart felt like it was going to beat right out of my chest at the sight in front of me. Claire was topless, laid back on the bed in only the white bottoms and as I watched Ray reached up and putting a finger underneath the hem at either hip, eased them down over her thighs and legs off her feet. Claire opened her legs a little for him as he threw the bottoms on the floor, exposing her light brown triangle of pubic hair to him for the first time. Claire was staring right at Ray, watching him as he reached up and stroked a finger through her trimmed, fluffy pubes, ruffling them up and then stroking them back down. His fingers touched her clit as he did so, and I saw her twitch in response, bringing a small chuckle from him and an embarrassed giggle from her in return. Ray moved then and climbed up on the bed, lying down at the side of my pretty blonde and now very naked wife. He had changed into a bathrobe, and just as I wondered if he was wearing anything underneath it, my question was answered as Claire's hand moved down and flipped it open. His cock looked massive. I had never really seen another man's penis except for on the internet, but compared to mine it was a monster. I would put it at around 8 inches - roughly the size Claire had indicated with her hands earlier. I looked at my wife's face and saw her staring at it in appreciation. Ray responded by removing the robe altogether and then as he laid back down, he leaned over and started kissing Claire again. The kiss was much more passionate now. His hands moved down to caress her breasts, squeezing and kneading them and then further down to between her legs. I saw Claire's hand go to his forearm as if to stop him, but as his kisses moved down her neck, she removed it and put it around the back of his head, welcoming his kisses as he rained them down upon her upper body and then her breasts. Claire's eyes closed and she let her head fall back on the bed, as his now unrestrained hand started to rub her pussy. He took a nipple into his mouth and as he moved his body slightly over hers, I heard Claire moan out loud. Her hand moved down, searching for his erection and found it, her fingers wrapping around his length. My hand had found its way into my shorts and I stroked myself gently as I watched. Then Ray's fingers slipped in between her moist folds and inside her for the first time. Claire's hand began to pump on his cock slowly as he worked another finger into her, stopping his suckling to look down at her pussy as he began to double-finger fuck her. Claire's back arched as he worked her little hole, and her legs spread further apart, completely exposing herself to this man who was more than twice her age. I suddenly realised with a sick-but-strangely arousing sensation in my stomach that this man was about to fuck my wife. What should I do? Should I stop it? I wrestled with my conscience, aware that if I was going to stop this from going too far I had to act quickly. Claire was lost in his expert ministrations and he was moving further across her spread body, ready to shift between her legs and make love to her with his impressive-looking manhood. Part of me knew I should stop it - that this could permanently damage our relationship, but another part wanted me to see Claire have sex with him. Not just make love, but get fucked - because that was what was going to happen - and fucked hard, now that I had seen Ray's beast of a cock. Costa Del Cock I looked at Claire and saw her hands gripping the bed-sheets tightly, her knuckles white as they clenched in response to Ray's fingers slipping in and out of her. She didn't look like she wanted to me to stop. She couldn't have forgotten about me - I was her husband - so she must want this. If she wanted Ray to stop, she would stop him herself. I remembered her words earlier that night - 'trust me' - so I made my decision and began to play with my raging hard-on as I watched to see what would happen. Ray moved again, positioning himself over Claire and I saw her eyes open and her head lift to look at the man now poised over her. For a moment, I thought she was about to stop him, but she didn't. One hand reached up and behind his head, drawing him down into a kiss and the other moved down and behind his lower back as he moved his legs between hers. She moved her thighs further apart to accommodate him as I saw Ray's hand reach down between. From where I was I could just see him position the head of his angry-looking shaft at the entrance to her pussy - my wife's pussy - and then he moved his hand away and his body sank down slowly on top of her. He was inside her, and she hadn't stopped him. It was too late now. His hips started to move up and down, and after a few slow movements, Claire's legs came around his, wrapping around Ray's calves and her hands both moved down to clutch at his backside, pulling him deeper. He responded by beginning to pump into her more forcefully, kissing her neck again and causing low moans to slip from Claire's lips. A 54 year-old man was fucking my innocent, beautiful 23 year-old wife and I was allowing it to happen. The feeling of disgust only served to work me up even more, and I had to stop pulling myself because I was on the verge of cumming. I watched, ashamed but enraptured at the same time as Ray lifted himself up on to his arms, putting some distance between their bodies, and then I stared as he began to thrust vigorously into her. I could see everything now, with the gap between them and I was amazed that my little wife was taking his huge cock. Her lips stretched out around it as he pulled almost all the way out, and then disappeared out of sight as he cannoned back into her with a thudding sound as their bodies impacted together. Claire was moaning loudly now, and arching her back in the way she always does just before she cums. Ray must have sensed it, because he moved away, and manhandling her with his strength, he lifted Claire up and bent her over, quite roughly but Claire didn't complain at all. She quickly realised that he wanted her on all fours, and she complied with that look of sexual urgency on her face. Ray pulled her legs a little further apart and then guided himself into her. There was no finesse now, he put one meaty hand on her shoulder and the other on her hip and simply began to pummel her from behind. I could see Claire's wetness glistening on his long cock as he pile-drivered into her for several minutes finally bringing Claire close to orgasm again. She began to thrust back onto him as her climax neared, and then she rocked onto him hard and trembled violently, her moans turning into a loud wail of ecstasy. Ray put both hands on her shoulders as she sought to move forward and he kept himself buried in her as she shuddered through her orgasm, and then when it finally subsided he began to pound at her again. A few minutes or so later, he pulled an exhausted Claire onto him again in the same fashion and thrust all the way into her violently, bringing a loud gasp of air from my wife as his buttocks clenched and he groaned loudly. He was cumming inside her. I watched as he made tiny, little thrusts into her pussy, each one bringing another little whimper from Claire until finally, his seed all spent out into my wife, he allowed her to flop forward on to the bed, breathing heavily and a moment later Ray laid down next to her. He wrapped an arm around Claire's waist, and moved up behind her, spooning with her as they both recovered. His penis had wilted rapidly, but even soft it was still as large - maybe larger - than mine was when erect. I felt a stab of envy at what he was endowed with, and how he could use to it such effect. I had never made Claire cum so hard, not in all our five years together. They both had their eyes closed, and so I returned to the toilet where I stroked myself to orgasm too. It only took a moment, and after the relief flooded through me I felt the familiar tired sensation began to wash over me too. I returned to the front room and decided to lay down on one of the settees. Within minutes, I was asleep.