82 comments/ 105964 views/ 15 favorites I'm Just Going Off for a Bit By: Britease Sorry no hard sex scenes --- I don't do them. No wives physically harmed, just upset a bit. Please enjoy my little story. +++++++ A honeymoon is a very special thing! Some however are better then others, and certainly, so it would seem, some are more exciting than others. Presumably even, some are more successful than others. Either way, it is traditionally, the opportunity for a man to get to know his wife more intimately as it were, and of course vica-versa. At least, that is the theory, but of course in this modern age we live in, it is seldom the case that man and woman go to the altar virgins. No! Nor did we. That however didn't mean that on my honeymoon, I didn't get to find out things about my wife that I never would have expected. It may even surprise you dear reader ----- But read on ---- Please, read on. ------------- We'd been living together for nigh on two years when we decided to make it all official, and that was a combination of pressure from her parents, and the thought of us one day soon, maybe starting a family. All stacked up it did. All made sense. Even the tax situation would be an improvement. So there we were the two of us at the registry office with her parent's Tom and Brenda, mine living too far away to make the trip. A few other pals, a couple of them to witness the binding, and that was about it. Didn't want to make a fuss, and couldn't see that it would make that much difference to us. June loved me and I loved her! "Well that's it John," her dad Tom said to me afterwards. "You're really part of the family now lad." "I've felt part of the family for quite some time already Pop," I replied happily. "You and Bren have been like parents to me with my parents living abroad." "Aye well lad," he went on. "You two had better be getting your skates on or you'll miss your flight." ------------ We nearly did to, but three hours later saw the pair of us, Mr. and Mrs. Parker, winging our way to the South West coast of France, where we'd booked a long week end in a posh hotel a few miles up the coast from Royan. We debarked at La Rochelle, collected out little Renault Twingo hire car and were on our way down the coast. The hotel was perfect and not too big, the rooms sumptuous, and ours at least with a view stretching out over the incredibly beautiful blue sea. "Right there Mrs. Parker," I said to her, imitating my father's northern accent. "Get thee kegs off lass." "You want them off, then you take them off," June giggled back at me. "Right lass, thar's got a deal," I cried, and proceeded to chase her round the room till I cornered her against the bed. "Oh please kind sir," June laughingly beseeched me. "Go easy with me if you're going to use that nasty looking weapon on me, for I know not how to handle it." "Like hell you don't," I replied, giving up on the accent. "Let's consummate this marriage before we go down to dinner." "Thought you'd never ask," June giggled, pulling her dress off over her head, her panties and bra following before I'd even unlaced my shoes. "Come on slow coach. Let me give you a hand." She did try to help me --- She really did. But once her beautiful pert breasts came within reach, then I stopped helping myself, as I attempted to feed them into my mouth. We ended in a jumble at the side of the bed, with me fondling her naughty bits while she'd changed the target of her attack from my shoes to my trousers. Fifteen minutes later with my trousers down round my ankles and one shoe on and one off, we eventually managed to carry out the required act, rediscovering as we had before on many occasions, that my thingy fitted very nicely into her wotsit. Probably didn't look too pretty or anything and wouldn't have made it into a porn movie, but by golly it felt good. Felt even better the second time once I'd got my other shoes and my socks off. It was nearly two hours later and freshly showered, that the pair of us entered the dining room to re-acquaint ourselves with the wonders of French cuisine. --------------- That night we re-acquainted ourselves yet again with one another's bodies, June's lovely slender body and perky tits never failing to please me, as she attempted to do her best to exterminate me permanently, by way of physical exhaustion. She failed, or at least decided to spare me ------ But it was close ----- Damn close! Then the following morning I launched a determined counter-attack, concentrating my remaining forces on the two little mounds where so many of our skirmishes had taken place the previous night, and once they were safely back in my hands, I directed my attack South. June mounted a strong rear guard action, but I was never that keen on anal anyway, so that didn't worry me too much. Eventually I finished it with a forward thrust down the centre, and her cause was lost. "God that's gorgeous John," she cried out. "I thought you were never going to fuck me." Yes! ----- She took defeat extremely well all things considered! ------------------------- We not only missed breakfast, but lunch as well, but a couple of hamburgers from a café in town soon took care of that. Then it was off to the beach, me in my baggy cossy and June in her bikini. Have you noticed how over the years, as girl's bikinis got smaller, then guy's swimming gear seemed to get bigger and baggier? Why is that? Have you noticed, if you live in Europe that is, how few girls even bother with the top half of their bikini these days? Why is that? Who cares a damn anyway! June and I spent the next hour or so taking in the scene around us. "Have you noticed how many women are topless?" June asked with a bit of a frown. "Errr ..... No, not really," I stuttered back, unable to keep the guilty grin off my face. "Liar," June accused me, and we both burst into laughter. "Are that blonde's boobs bigger than mine," my wife quizzed me. "Do you think that girl with the big tits with the older guy has had a boob job?" "My boobs don't sag like that woman's, do they?" "Are mine as perky as hers'?" "Do my nipples stick out like that blonde teenager over there?" For the next twenty minutes or more June plagued me with questions, and though the task of making the necessary examination was not at all unpleasant, I really got a bit fed up with having to find a diplomatic answer. Not that it was difficult to answer honestly whether her breasts were better than most others (though the blonde teenager did cause me some concern for a while). It was are they bigger, are they higher, are they rounder, and all those queries, when you weren't too sure what answer she really wanted. Love her as I did, June had a habit of acting too hastily sometimes without always considering the consequences. Thinking with her mouth first instead of her brain. Had never been a serious problem, but what the hell. Yes ---- I was on dangerous ground chaps, and I had to think fast. "How can I tell if yours are covered up," I chanced my arm with, when June next asked if I thought the brunette walking by had tits that swayed around more then hers did. They did actually, but then again they were bigger and not nearly as firm as June's. "What," she answered. "You want me to take my top off as well?" Now chance would be a fine thing, and though June really had a gorgeous body, the last time we'd been on holiday together it had taken all week to get her to go out in public in her bikini. "Why not dear?" I responded casually, crossing my fingers behind my back. "You don't mind if all those other men see my bare tits then?" She accused me. "Well ---- It's not that I don't mind exactly," I started uncertainly. "It's just that ..... well ..... Just that so many other girls are topless, that .... Well ....." My reply petered out, so I just grinned stupidly at her. "Pervert," she accused me, smiling. "Coward," I challenged her grinning even more widely. "OK," June replied to my challenge. "You asked for it buster." With that, she reached behind her back, unsnapped her bra top, removed it and threw it over onto my bag. "Satisfied?" She demanded, but I didn't answer, my gleeful smile told her all. June laid back, her beautiful breasts sticking straight up, the hardness of her erect nipples making it obvious that she wasn't taking this all so casually as she was acting. Baring her breasts out in public like that for the first time, were evidently exciting her as much as it was me. "Better put some sun tan lotion on them," I suggested, hopefully picking up the bottle. "I'll do it myself thank you," she growled, grabbing the bottle off me. "Pervert!" Actually now chaps ---- Watching my very attractive young wife rubbing and squeezing her lovely pert breasts herself on a public beach like that was just about as much fun as doing it for her. Sort of erotic like! And I noticed that her nipples were not getting any softer either. We settled down to enjoy the sun, but June kept fidgeting, and looking around her, and it wasn't long before she started her barrage of questions again. This time however, the nature of the questions had changed somewhat. "Is that dark haired guy over there looking at my breasts John?" Was the first one, to which I responded, "Probably. I would if it was me" "Those two young lads have passed close by twice now John. I think they were having a good look." "That blonde man has turned round to face us John. I'm sure he did it so that he could see my tits better." "I'm sure that hairy guy over there keeps looking at me John." "I bet you these two chaps walking towards us settle down nearby John. They keep looking up at me." (They did by the way.) And so on .... And so on..... And so on. Now I have to state that June's boobs were easily good enough to make an effort to have a better look at, but the beach was full of bare boobs for Christ's sake. Then she sat up, and leant back with her hands behind her. Yes, it was no coincidence that it made her breasts stick out beautifully as she stuck out her chest. Even I did a double take. "What the hell do you think you're doing now June?" I asked quietly. "Trying to get those two guys over there to take notice," she responded without an ounce of guilt. "You really want them to look at your tits June?" "Yes of course John," June came back almost breathlessly. "I've never had the nerve to do this before, and it's more exciting than I would ever have imagined. I really like the idea of strange men ogling my bare tits. You don't mind do you honey?" "Errr ..... Well ...." Let's be honest here chaps shall we? It was a bit disturbing of course, but sitting there while your lovely wife displayed her tits to the world around us was really quite a turn on. It felt like I was condoning something naughty that I shouldn't have been allowing. Women are not supposed to show their breasts off naked in public are they? Well of course they're not, but like the other couples around us, June and I were playing the game and pretending that the normal rules didn't apply on the beach. So there was my wife with her boobs out for all to see, and somehow or other it was acceptable. Exciting though---- Especially the first few times they do it. Like an opportunity to say to everyone around that they can look all they want and get jealous, but they were actually mine --- all mine! However, before I could continue my answer, June butted in. "Oh my God," she whispered, her mouth gaping. "Fancy that ---- Oh my God ------ Did I do that?" "Do what?" I asked in amazement. "Those two guys," she replied quietly, but without looking at me. "The one on the right has got a boner. Look John, his cock has gone hard." Not an invitation that I wished to take her up on exactly, for any number of reasons. "They were looking over at me when I stuck my boobs out at them John," she continued excitedly, her face taking on a flushed hue. "Then that one winked at me and I could actually see his cock growing in his swimming costume." There was June thinking with her mouth again, but I had to look. Well of course I bloody well had to look! Two posers sitting there in their little tight swimming trunks, bucking the trend of most of the others guys on the beach. No question ----- They had to be French! "Oh my God look John," June squealed in delight. "No don't look ---- Oh God --- My God ---- Just look at that thing ---- Did I really do that?" "What the hell are you on about June," I demanded forcibly, her comments beginning to annoy me. "Look John look," she said huskily, speaking to me, but as if I wasn't there. "His cock is sticking out of the top of his costume John. Can you see it? It's bloody huge!" I didn't want to look. No --- You know I didn't want to, but maybe you can imagine my dilemma. So I looked. I regretted it. It was indeed bloody huge. God Damn it! "Stop looking June for Christ's sake," I beseeched my new bride. "It's damn well embarrassing." "But I caused it John," June retorted aimlessly, and far too loudly. "My bare tits caused that!" Well! By then I'd had enough. "Come on we're going," I told her. "I've had enough sun for one day. Let's go back and get a drink." "I'm not really thirsty honey," June absently replied, her eyes locked on the French bugger stretched out a few feet from us, his muscles rippling as he blatantly showed off to my infatuated wife, who's eyes seemed to be locked on an area at the top of his swimsuit. "We're going June, and we're going now," I insisted as I gathered up our things and made to leave. "I'll come in a bit John," she whispered, not even bothering to look up at me. "You'll damn well come now June," I almost shouted at her, as I grabbed her arm and pulled her to her feet, June reluctantly giving in to me, and picking up her bag. We took a few steps away through the cloying sand, when June stopped to glance back. "A plus tard, ma petite," the big-cock Frenchy called out to her, and she blushed deeply. "No fucking chance," I mumbled angrily under my breath. ----------------- "What the hell was all that about June," I accused her angrily, as we made our way back along the beach. "Did you see the size of his penis John," she answered, seemingly unaware of how upset she had made me. "I've never seen one that big, and it was my bare tits that caused it." "Over sexed bloody Froggie," I snarled at her. "You were making a fool of yourself June, and damn well embarrassing me." "You're not jealous are you John?" June asked, looking over at me with a concerned look on her face, apparently at last realising how upset she had made me. "Yes June I am," I retorted smartly. "Jealous, embarrassed, pissed off and humiliated." "But it was you that wanted me to flash my bare tits off at the other guys John," she protested. "It was you that asked me to do it." "I asked you to take your top off June," I countered. "I liked the idea of you sunbathing topless, not sticking your tits out at some bloody foreigner." "They weren't foreigners John," June corrected me. "They were French, and we're in France." "Fat difference that makes," I moaned at her, as we made our way along the beach. "You were flashing them June ---- exposing yourself deliberately to them." "And why shouldn't I," she shot back. "They're my tits and I'll show them off to whoever I want." And thus our diatribe continued for the next ten minutes or so, not exactly arguing with one another, but sniping --- Neither of us making much sense, but trying to win points as we made our way back to the hotel. It was about then that I noticed several people looking at us, almost staring. The pair of us so tied up in our disagreement that neither of us had noticed, as we walked up the shopping street, the beach already some hundred yards behind us. Then I realised why! "June for God's sake," I cried out to her. "What the hell are you doing?" "What's wrong now?" She replied angrily, assuming that I was goading her about something new. Then she realised why everyone was looking at us ---- Well her really. "Oh my God where's my top," she screamed as it dawned on her that she was wandering up a fairly busy street still naked from the waist up, the pair of us so caught up with our 'discussions' that we hadn't realised. "Where's my bloody top?" She repeated, desperately scrabbling in her bag, which I allowed her to do for a few moments, before I relented and produced it from mine. "Why didn't you tell me John?" She nearly screamed as she scrambled to get the tee shirt over her head. "Nice tits love," shouted out a young chap as he walked by with a couple of pals. June, now suitably covered again looked at me as if she was going to explode, but dodgy though the situation was, all I could do was grin stupidly back at her. "You enjoyed that didn't you, you bugger," she accused me. "Yes I did," I admitted, at which point June could no longer stay angry, and the pair of us burst out laughing. Arm in arm we proceeded back to our hotel, the pair of us bursting out laughing every time we tried to talk about what had happened. It certainly got us over our little contretemps, and by the time we got back to our room, we fell into another's arms and ended up on the bed, where June immediately pulled off her top again, and started to rub her lovely tight breasts up against my chest. "Nice tits love," I told her trying to imitate the other admirer's earlier comment, and again we both fell about laughing. Not that that stopped June starting to undo my shorts, or pulling them down for that matter. No ---- All was well again with Mr and Mrs Parker, and we nearly missed dinner this time. ----------------- The following day, we'd booked up to go off on some excursion, and so off we jolly well went. We spent a wonderful day looking around some of the vineyards of the Medoc wine region, and tasting some of their products as well for that matter to. Along with the others we ended up shopping in the middle of Bordeaux, one of the most impressive Cities in France. Full of history, full of atmosphere, full of wonderful boutique shops and yes, full of wine. We'd imbibed a little by then, and not having to drive back, we made the most of it. "How about this top?" June asked me, holding up a pretty, black, see thru lacy thing that she'd picked out from the rack in the latest shop we were in. "It's nice," I agreed nodding my head, having noted by the way that the price tag wasn't extortionate. "It'll look good over your bikini on the beach." "It's not beach wear you idiot," June giggled at me, the amount of wine already inside her evident. "It's evening wear." "Evening wear?" I queried. "Not much to it is there?" "Not supposed to be," she informed me with a smile. "But everyone would see your bra through it June." "Not if I didn't wear one," she cheekily pointed out. Oh blimey! Yes ---- We bought it. ------------------ That evening, back at our hotel, I started to see a side to my new wife that I'd never seen before. My lovely, rather gorgeous wife was coming out of her shell. She'd already displayed that on the beach the day before, but I accepted that maybe I'd over reacted, not being used to this new very sexy Mrs Parker. Life could become exciting maybe. Not too sure how I felt about that, but we were on holiday, so why not? "How does it look?" What a question! June was stood there in front of me, sexy black high heel sandals, then a long stretch of sun tanned bare leg, till her little denim skirt, which covered, but only just her tight little bottom. I'm Just Going Off for a Bit Then the top ----- Yes the one we'd bought earlier. "You'd really go out in that?" I asked her, noting the pretty obvious fact that she had no bra on underneath. "I'm not sure John," she answered nervously, looking at herself in the mirror. "How much can you actually see?" "You mean other than your breasts and nipples?" I queried. It wasn't really quite as bad as that, and on a casual glance most people would never realise quite how much she was showing off. But even so! June was easily pretty enough to justify more than a casual look. Bugger me --- She looked so sexy. "Should I put something else on John?" June asked, unsure of herself now that it had come to it. I guess the effect of six glasses of great Bordeaux wine had started to wear off by then. "I really like it June," I admitted. The thought of her walking around town with so little covering her, giving me a shiver of nervous anticipation. It felt as if I would be sharing the risk and excitement of it all. "I'm not so sure John," June wavered. "If anyone looks closely then they can see everything I've got." "Didn't worry you on the beach yesterday," was my obvious reasoning. "That was the beach John," she pointed out, pulling a face. "We're talking about walking about town now." "Well it's pretty dark out June," I countered her protest. "The damn restaurant won't be though will it?" June went on. "It's getting me wet just thinking about going out in just this John, but I don't know if I've got the nerve." "Maybe take a wrap around your shoulders," I suggested, strangely eager despite my earlier concerns, to get my wife out in public in such a revealing outfit. "You can let it dangle over your boobs to cover them if anyone gets too close." "Good idea," she agreed, and with a cheeky giggle, that's just what she did. -------------- It was a great night. No, really it was, and the wrap didn't last long. She wore it wrapped around her for about ten minutes after we left the hotel, and then it slowly slid lower and lower. "You're showing your breasts off June," I warned her, feeling strangely nervous and uncertain myself now that we were going through with it. "I know honey," was all she answered. "It's pretty obvious whenever you walk under a street lamp," I pointed out. "I know John." "You're getting a lot of looks sweetheart," I mumbled, my heart thumping. I was more worried than she was, but in some weird way, I was really enjoying it. "I know honey. Do you mind?" "Not if you don't June," I croaked, my eyes everywhere as guy after guy that we passed glanced across at my wife as we passed them. "Let me get rid of this thing then," June said stuffing the wrap into her bag. "Can't seem to keep the thing on my shoulders properly." Wasn't true --- Wasn't true at all. But I wasn't going to contradict her little white lie, and I watched as June got bolder and bolder. Arching her back to emphasize her otherwise not too large breasts, and even deliberately dawdling in front of lit up shop windows, only too aware that guys were eyeing up her and her half exposed tits. My God ---- My shy little wife had become a bit of an exhibitionist. Did I say a bit? Firstly the waiter in the restaurant couldn't keep his eyes off June's chest area whenever he served us, and then later the barman was the same. June sat there most of the evening with an unconcealed look of glee on her face. Several guys tried to chat my wife up whenever I went off and left her, but she soon came scurrying back to my side. They looked pissed off ---- I enjoyed that. "They were looking at your boobs June," I would inform her. "Yes I know John," she would reply. "Fun, isn't it?" Good fun actually---- Great night ----- I discovered what a turn on it was to see a whole bunch of guys, manoeuvring themselves to get a better look at my wife's half exposed tits. Never thought I'd enjoy that so much, but I did. I'd simply never thought I'd enjoy an evening like that with my previously unadventurous wife. Then later back at our hotel----- Well I could describe it, but it's a bit private like. Let's just say that we re-consummated the marriage in major style. Golly chaps ---- Life was just so great. ---------------- The following morning found us trudging back down to the beach, to top up our suntans on what was to be the last full day. The sun shone brightly, the sea glistened and I had a beautiful and sexy woman on my arm. How could life be any better? We wandered down onto the beach, picking our way through the sand till we found a spot, which was not too crowded. June stripped straight down to her tiny blue bikini pants and smiled at me. This bare boob thing was getting to become a habit. Golly she was lovely though; her body starting to turn that wonderful light golden brown, like some lithe young princess, naked except for the tiny wisp of material clinging to her shapely hips. I just felt so lucky that she was mine --- All mine! You know that feeling when you think your heart is about to burst out of your chest with pride? You do? ------ So did I! We sunbathed a while, read a little, and laughed and joked with one another about some of the other people on the beach around us, imaging what they all did in their real life. This was it! This was near perfection. I noticed a number of passing guys eyeing up my wife and her exposed breasts, but I no longer cared, and of course enjoyed it, more than content that I had one of the prettiest girls on the beach that day. "Fancy going down to the water?" June asked me casually. "Don't have to if you don't want to." "I'll just finish this page," I told her. "You go if you want to." "OK," she responded, standing up and brushing off the sand. "I'll just go down and cool off in the sea for a while." "Fine. I'll join you in a few moments." "Fine," she replied. "I'm just going off for a while. I'll see you in a bit." Nothing special about that conversation was there? 'I'm just going off for a while. I'll see you in a bit.' That throwaway comment was to come back and haunt the pair of us! ------------------ Trouble was, I was deep into the latest Tom Clancy novel I was reading and was desperate to find out how the new president of the USA was going to get out of his latest predicament. June wandered off and other than admiring her nice rounded tight bum as she walked away; I went back to my book. It could have been ten minutes, but I suspect it was more. I got to the end of a really exciting chapter and at last put the book down. Now where had June got to? I sat up and looked around me, eventually searching the water's edge to see if I could see her. No single women on their own, but perhaps she was in the water. Standing up, I looked up and down the water's edge trying to spot her. I wasn't worried or anything --- Didn't think she had drowned or anything silly like that. Then I spotted a flash of blue, just the same hue as her Bikini bottom. Down there by the water's edge. Down there between those two guys! Two guys??? Oh no! Oh for Christ's sake no! The two guys in question were wearing little Speedo trunks and looked uncomfortably familiar. It was those two Frenchy's again. Big-cock and his pal, and June was prancing around between them, her bare breasts shaking as she disported herself before them, displaying her near naked body to them unashamedly. I sucked in my breath as I watched one of them reach out and grabbed her, his arm snaking round her slim little waist, as he pulled her in close to him. She offered no obvious resistance, and I felt sick, as even at that distance I saw her bare breast squash up against his bare chest, and God knows what was pressing up against her bare tummy. It got worse as I watched him bend down and I quite clearly saw their lips meet, only briefly, very briefly, but the damage was done. I started off in their direction, halting as it dawned on me that our belongings were strewn all over our towels, our camera, June's purse ---- All of it. Darting back, I hurriedly packed everything away in one of our bags, hiding our valuables away from prying eyes. I'll never know, but it was perhaps a bad mistake. But I'll never know. By the time I leapt back up to my feet and took several steps down in their direction, I ground to a halt. Where were they? June and the two Froggies --- Where the hell had they gone? The spot on the beach where they had been stood just a few moments earlier was empty ---- Nobody! I scanned along the beach, wasting my time, as no way would they have had time to get that far. So where were they ----- I felt panic setting in. There was a knot in my insides and my pulse rate shot up. Eventually I spotted three heads out in the water, some twenty feet or so away from the shore. Was it her? Was it them? I had no damn idea, but I sprinted down to the water's edge and looked out to try to see what they were up to. By then they had reached the square diving pontoon that was moored some hundred yards out in the bay, and I watched them in disbelief as one by one they pulled themselves up onto to it. A hundred yards ----- A fucking hundred yards! June was a good swimmer, but quite simply I wasn't. Ok, I could manage a length of the swimming baths, maybe two on a good day, but swimming was something that I'd never really taken to. A hundred yards? It could just as well have been ten miles, as I had no chance of swimming out that far, and I still had enough sense to not risk drowning. I simply stood there frustrated, fuming with anger as I watched the three of them playing around on the pontoon, laughing and joking as they tried to push one another off. The two guys took hold of one of June's arms each and threw her bodily back into the drink. When she pulled herself back on, the two bastards played around, letting June push them towards the edge, but twisting away at the last moment, their hands not being fussy about where they went as she chased them. When eventually one of them allowed himself to be ejected, the other wrapped his arms round June from behind and wrestled her down to the floor of the pontoon. As the first Froggie climbed back on and joined them, June disappeared behind the bulk of him as she settled down between the two of them. What were they doing? What were they doing to June? Oh Christ what was I going to do? I felt so hopeless and pathetic and swore at myself for never having learnt to swim properly. I thought my chest was going to cave in. I wanted the sand to swallow me up, convinced that all the happy revellers around me were aware that my wife had deserted me and gone off with two other men. The shame of it! In desperation, I called to two young teenage lads who were diving into the waves as they crashed in, grateful that they understood English. "Can you swim out to that pontoon for me," I nigh on begged them. "Oui Monsieur," they replied. "Mais pourquois?" I explained to them that I wanted them to give a message to the girl that was out there. Telling them to demand that she came back to the shore straight away ---- urgently. They though I was barmy ---- Well of course they did, but with a shrug, yes a Gallic one, off they set, cleaving their way rapidly out to the pontoon in a manner that I couldn't possibly have copied. I waited anxiously as I saw them reach their objective, clenching my fists nervously as I saw them chatting to the group on the pontoon, praying that I'd soon be seeing my June diving back into the water to return to me. But it wasn't to be! My heart dropped like a stone as I saw the two young lads launch themselves back into the water, racing one another as they swam back towards me. "What happened," I demanded, giving up all attempts to speak to them in French. "What did she say?" "Ze girl, she say nothing Monsieur," the first boy told me. "She was ----- ow you say ----- otherwise busied." "What!" "The man he told me to give you this," the second boy butted in, holding out something for me to take from him. Oh shit no --- Please no ---- no ---- no ---- Please no! With tears of frustration in my clenched up eyes, I took the tiny piece of blue fabric from him, screwing up June's bikini bottom angrily in my hand. "She 'as lovely tits zat girl out zere," I heard one of the boys say, followed by the other who graciously informed me with a grin, that she had also shaved her pussy. I knew that ---- She'd done it the night before just for me. I damn well didn't have to be told! Oh Sod It! ------------- Have you ever felt completely alone in a crowd of people? Well that's how I felt at that moment. Surrounded by happy revellers, running around and laughing and playing, and me there, miserable as sin, just wishing that a tidal wave would come up and consume the lot of us. I even thought about trying to swim out there, aware that if I drowned in the attempt then bloody June would have to live with the consequences. But with my luck that day, one of those damn Froggies would probably dive in and save me, and how humiliating would that be I ask you? On the point of turning away in disgust, I at last saw one of the men on the pontoon stand up and dive into the sea, closely followed by both June and his pal. I watched apprehensively as the three heads bobbed up and down as they made their way back to the shoreline, standing there impassively as the guys reached the beach first and looked on as my new bride emerged like some Venus from the surf. First her bare breasts, water running from the tips of her hard dark nipples, then her tummy and then of course her sweet pussy, smooth and shaven just how the teenage boy had described. June slowly emerged naked, laughing out loud as she called to her two new friends, running up to Big-Cock himself and throwing her arms around him, so tied up in her own little world that she remained oblivious still to my presence just ten yards or so away. They kissed! Not long ---- Not long at all, but long enough; the sight of my wife, naked in the arms of another man on a public beach making me want to throw up. The sight of his hands as they roamed freely over her naked back and bottom, making me want to wade in with fists flying. But I'd only taken a single step towards them when his pal tapped him hard on the shoulder. "Attention Francois," I heard him say urgently. "Le marie, il est toujours la!" The bastard slowly let go of my wife and turned to face me, smirking. "Votre femme Monsieur," he said to me, taking a step back from her and bowing to me theatrically. It was only then that my darling loving wife realised that I was stood there. "John," she spluttered, putting her hand to her mouth. "What are you doing there? That is .... What I mean is ...... I was just coming back to you. You didn't have to come looking for me honey." "Oh yes ------ 'I'm just going off for a while. I'll see you in a bit.' ------ Isn't that what you told me when you left. You didn't mention anything about letting two French guys fuck you while I waited did you!" "Fuck me?" June cried out. "They haven't fucked me John, I promise you." "So what have you been doing out on the damn pontoon on your own with them all this time?" "Just talking John, I swear to you," she pleaded. "All we've been doing is talking and things." "And you had to take your bikini bottom off to have this innocent conversation I suppose?" I challenged her. "Oh shit," June cried out, apparently for the first time remembering that she was stood there arguing with me, completely nude, only just taking in the fact that a small, substantially male crowd had gathered to watch our mutual embarrassment. "Where is it you stupid buggers?" June snarled at the two Froggies, holding out one hand towards them, while she hurriedly used the other to try to cover herself. The two of them said nothing ----Simply grinned back at her ----- If it hadn't been so sickening to see, then it could almost have been funny. "Where's my bloody bikini?" She screamed loudly at them, only attracting more attention from people nearby, even more of them stopping to watch the fun. "I've got it June," I told her at last, by which time the redness of her blush could be seen through her suntan. "Thank God John," she gasped, taking a step towards me. "Please give it to me sweetheart." "You want it, then you come and get it you slut," I growled at her, and turning on my heels, stumped grumpily back up the beach to where we'd left our stuff, expecting any minute to have her grab my arm or something. But she didn't. Looking back I could see some sort of argument going on, as the two Froggies seemed to be trying to persuade her to go off with them, and a couple of women who had been in the crowd around us, seemed to be advising her otherwise. Stuff her! Gathering up our stuff, all of it, I made ready to leave the beach, looking back to see if June was coming or not, but only to see that the argument was still going on, and June was still quite naked. Stuff her. If it was taking her that long to make her mind up whether to come with me or not, then I'd leave without her. So I did! At least I got as far as the trees that bordered the beach and then stopped. The enormity of what had just transpired finally hitting me like a train as I slumped down against a tree, emotionally exhausted. Was this it? Was my marriage over before it had hardly started? What the hell would I say to Tom and Brenda? 'Don't worry about me. I'll be back in a while.' ----- That's what she'd said ---- What a damn farce. I sat there feeling like a zombie, only spotting June at the last moment as she walked up to where we'd been sunbathing earlier, just a tiny towel protecting her from the eyes of the world, maybe one lent to her by one of those women who seemed to be trying to talk some sense into her tiny brain. June stopped, looked round, her face a picture when she realised that I had gone and left without her. Yes ---- It had been my turn to abandon her. I watched as she searched all around, her panic visibly mounting when she couldn't see me, asking another couple nearby if they had seen me. They had of course, but actually pointed her in the wrong direction completely, which must have really confused her even more as she just stood there with her mouth gaping wide open. I could have helped her and maybe I should have. I could have called out --- But I didn't! I simply sat there enjoying my pathetic revenge. Eventually June's shoulders slumped and with tears in her eyes she made her way back down the beach. Maybe she was going looking for the Froggies, but I was so riled up that I didn't care. I didn't care a damn! June disappeared from sight, a sorry lonely figure, and I made my way back to our hotel, wandering how long it would be before she returned. Wondering what she'd say when she did. Wondering how much she'd cry and sob. Wondering indeed, how I was going to stop myself crying. ----------------- Two hours later and I'd calmed down. Not saying I was happy, but I had calmed down. It had been stupid of me to let her wander off again like that maybe, but I'd done it, so there. Another hour, no June, and it was time for dinner, but I couldn't face going into the hotel restaurant on my own, so made my way into town. There I found a bar, and basically forgot about dinner, the local 'pression' proving to be an adequate substitute for food. Three or four more beers than I should have had, I left and stumbled back along the street towards our hotel, debating with myself whether I wanted June to be waiting there for me or not. I'm Just Going Off for a Bit What would I say? What would she say? Then I spotted a fracas ahead and there was June and her two fuck buddies, standing in the middle of the road having one hell of a stand up argument. The three of them shouting and screaming at one another at the top of their voices, June in a very, very short dress that I'd never seen before. Even as I watched, a van pulled up alongside and two gendarmes leapt out and tried to placate them. I guess in most countries it's not a good idea to slap a policeman round the face, and France is no exception. First June, and then her two friends were unceremoniously bundled into the back of the van, and it took off with the siren screaming. Well bugger me backwards and tickle me pink ----- That was unexpected. Slowly making my way back to the hotel, I was unsure what to do. Go and bail her out maybe? Or just leave her? Well, what would you have done chaps? It took me over an hour to decide, which wasn't a bad idea since it gave the beer a chance to dissipate. Eventually I persuaded the concierge to ring the gendarmerie for me, making up some story. "They have let her go Monsieur," he informed me sneeringly, when he put the phone down. "No doubt she will be making her way back here." "No doubt," I agreed, but I wasn't so sure. I wasn't sure of much anymore. ------------ Well she hadn't returned by the time I went to bed, and I tossed and turned all night wondering where the hell she was. The sun came up and still no sign of her. Shower then breakfast, and still no wife. I was obliged by then to go back to our room and start packing. Do you remember those lonely times you've packed at the end of your school life, or the end of a university year? Everyone gone and you're the last left and never felt so lonely. Never sure if life would ever be such fun again. That was nothing compared to what I felt as I packed my things into my case. My belongings finished I sat there for some time, wondering what to do about June's stuff. Couldn't just leave it there, but what to do? My eyes misty with frustration and grief, I slowly packed June's things as well, dismissing the urge to simply dump them. Damn her ---- I shouldn't have to be doing this ---- Not at the end of our honeymoon for Christ's sake! But where was June? No bloody idea, but despite everything I was worried deep down. Could I really just abandon her in a foreign country? But what else could I possibly do? Arriving at the airport an hour earlier than I needed to, I searched around wondering if I might see my wife waiting there for me. No sign! I went back out to the airport car park, started the Twingo and gave the car back to the hire company and then booked in for the Easyjet flight back to Blighty. Where was she? What the hell was I going to do? The lump in my insides was feeling like a lead weight by then. ------------ "Hi John, honey." I looked round and there she was, in the same ridiculously short dress that she'd been wearing the night before, but looking fresh and showered. I said nothing. "Hi John," she repeated looking up at me forlornly. "I'm sorry honey. I couldn't find you." "I've been at the hotel all night where were you?" I demanded, but she just shrugged her shoulders, unable to reply. Not mentioning even the problem with the Gendarmes. "Been fucking those other two again I suppose," I snapped at her. "I told you John," she cried back angrily. "I haven't done that." "Let them touch you though haven't you?" "A bit," she admitted quietly. "Let them finger fuck you as well," I cried out, somewhat to the consternation of a few people around us. "Only a little bit," June reluctantly admitted. "Only a bit," I repeated. "Only a fucking bit!" "Sorry John but I drank too much and got sort of carried away honey," she whined. "It didn't mean anything. Can I have my ticket so that I can book in please, and we can discuss this when we're somewhere more private?" "It's in your case June," I told her. "Where's my case," June asked looking around. "Back at the hotel where I left it June," I smirked. "Where?" June shouted loudly. "Why have you left it there you stupid idiot?" "How the hell was I to know whether you were going to turn up at the airport or not," it was my pleasure to point out to her. "I haven't seen sight of you since yesterday afternoon." "But I haven't got time to get back and get it John," June blurted out unhappily. "How am I going to get on the plane?" "Your problem not mine June," I pointed out. "You should have thought of that before." "But I went back to the hotel honey but you'd already left," she sobbed. "Francois and Jean-Claude bought me out here to the airport." "Well go and ask them to come and get you then," I suggested helpfully. "I can't," she continued to sob, tears running down her cheek. "They left on a flight back to Paris ten minutes ago." Our discourse was bought to a premature ending by the announcement that passengers for the Easyjet flight should make their way immediately to the departures lounge. "I'm just going off for a while. I'll see you in a bit," I told her almost laughing, but I think the significance of the words were lost on her, as I picked up my bag and made to walk off. "But John," she cried out, clutching at my arm. "You can't just leave me here on my own. I've not even got any money." Shaking her arm off, I pulled a hand full of euros out of my pocket and stuffed them in her hand. "Here June," I informed her stony faced. "That's enough for a taxi, and your credit card is back in your case." With that, I stormed off for my flight, leaving my new bride standing there bawling her eyes out, imploring me to come back for her. No bloody chance. Bloody cow! ------------- You can imagine no doubt. On the flight home, I was not a happy bunny. Nor when I got home and entered our empty house. The home that I should have been bringing my new wife back to for our life together, now seeming so uninviting. I went to work the next day, but said nothing to anyone about what had happened, as I still didn't know how things were going to play out in the long run. I knew from our time together that June was a very honest person normally, so I more or less believed her when she'd told me that they hadn't actually had sex with her. But she'd let them do other things, and more important maybe was the way she'd just abandoned me. That I just couldn't stomach. Then that evening, June's Mum Brenda rang, and June still hadn't returned or called. "Hi John," she started breezily. "How was the honeymoon?" Now how exactly was I to answer that one? With the truth or a lie? "Started Ok Brenda, but not so good at the end," I replied, hedging my bets while I thought what to say. "Oh," she said, missing the point entirely. "Did the weather turn awful then?" "Not exactly Bren," I told her. "I'll pop by tomorrow after work and explain." We chatted a little more and I neatly avoided her questions about June. I prayed that by the following day June would have called them or returned and that I wouldn't have to be the one to explain to them what had happened. Sure enough, mid morning the next day, my phone rang. "John," Tom started. "What on earth's happening lad? We've just had a call from June to pick her up at the airport this afternoon." "Sorry Tom," I answered. "I thought that might happen." "But what's going on John?" Tom sounded distressed! "It's difficult to talk at the moment Tom," I lied. "I've got people in here with me." "Ok John," Tom replied, so obviously confused. "We'll pick her up and talk later lad." Christ ----- That wasn't easy. I loved June's parents as if they were my own. Maybe even more so since I hadn't seen much of mine in the last ten years. The hopelessness of the whole situation started to engulf me, and I left the office to give myself a chance to recover my composure, having no idea at all how my life was going to go from then on. ------------- The call came ------- It had to of course. ------ It was Tom again. "Bit of a mess all this John lad," he greeted me. "June tells us you had a bit of a misunderstanding." "She got home OK then," I asked "Aye lad," he responded. "But she's not happy." "What did she tell you then Tom?" "That she flirted with some guy and you over-reacted," Tom related to me. "I'd ask her for the full story if I was you Tom." "Aye," he replied sadly. "She's been up in her old bedroom crying since she got back so we don't know too much. But we know you well enough to know that you don't fly off the handle without reason John. We'll be talking tonight and I'll come back to you." "OK thanks Tom." "Aye lad. Don't worry, we'll try to sort her out." Sort her out eh? Well ----- Who knows? ---------------- The following day there was a plethora of phone calls between Tom, Brenda and I, and eventually I agreed to meet June that evening in a pub where I hoped neither of us would be known, to discuss what had happened and whether we had a future. "She swears she didn't have sex with either of them John," my father informed me with his last call. "She's been a stupid girl, but she doesn't lie to us lad, never has, and I believe her." "Depends what you mean by sex," I pointed out. "But I'm inclined to agree that she didn't let them fuck her Tom." "Not the language I would use myself John," he finished gruffly. "But give her a chance please lad." "I will," I agreed. I was still well pissed off about what she'd done and I wouldn't be easily placated. However! Yes however! If you've never been there, then you've no idea. If you've never had that heartache, then you don't know what it's like. Golly Moses! -------- I had some decisions to make, but I couldn't make them till I'd met up again with June. Can't honestly say as I was looking forward to it though! So! There I was, walking into the bar, and lo and behold, there was June. She half stood when she saw me and gave me the most wonderful smile of welcome. She was dressed in the same little short denim skirt that I liked so much, with a nice, but more conservative top than the last time she'd worn it. She looked lovely, but if she thought that she was going to get round me like that ----- Then ....... Well ......... Then she just could be on to something. "I've got you a pint in," she chirped. "I know what you like and having it sat there in front of me, stopped any guys trying to chat me up." So far so good eh? "So you got back then," was my opener. I was half inclined to try to get over what she'd done, as long as she acted sufficiently contrite. That didn't however mean that I was going to go easy on her. "No thanks to you John," she started in. "How could you go off and leave me like that?" "How could I leave you?" I cried out excitedly, astonished at her attitude. "How the fuck could you go off and leave me like you did? You disappeared June. You were gone all night. The last damn night of our honeymoon." "But you went off and left me on the beach John," June protested. "What was I supposed to do?" "Is that surprising?" I demanded loudly. "After you'd been on that bloody pontoon thing fucking those two Frenchy's?" "I told you John. They didn't fuck me." "So why did you take your bikini bottom off then June," I attacked her. "Or did they take it off for you." "Well that just sort of happened John," June whined, pulling a face. "We were only talking and playing around, honestly." "You were lying between them completely naked and you just talked? Are you trying to claim they didn't touch you?" "Oh come on John," June said falteringly. "I told you they touched me, but only a bit. It was nothing." "And finger fucked you," I reminded her angrily. "That was later John when I'd had too much to drink. Besides, I was angry at you for leaving me on the beach like that." We stared at one another, neither of us apparently prepared to admit that we were in the wrong. The conversation was getting us nowhere! "So you don't think you did anything wrong then June," I asked at length, reasonably calmly. "Well maybe I did a bit John," my wife admitted. "But you totally over reacted John. There was no need for you to act the way you did." "So if you had been in my shoes then June," I questioned. "You wouldn't have minded. You would have just waited for me?" "Of course John." Right, I thought. ----- Let's put this to the test then ---- Let's see how she would really react. Standing up, I bent down towards her and stared straight into her face. "I'm just going off for a while. I'll see you in a bit." I said to her choosing my words carefully. Her face fell as she at last recognised the words that I had used, a small cry coming from her as I walked off towards the bar, straight towards a tall slim blonde that I had spotted a few minutes earlier. "Hi Melly," I greeted the blonde as I walked up to her, perched there on a barstool. Her micro mini skirt and skimpy top, so unlike anything that I'd seen her wearing during the day at Jones and co., where we both worked. "Oh Hi Mr. Parker," Melly grinned at me. "I've never seen you in here before." "Never been here before?" I confirmed. "Well I'm really glad you found it Mr Parker," Melly said to me seductively, making me think that this might be easier than I thought it might be. "Can I ask you to do me a very big favour?" I went on. "Anything for you Mr. Parker," Melly gushed, fluttering her eyelids and spinning around on the stool to face me, with a smile of expectation on her very pretty face. Jeeeeeeesus! That skirt was so, so short ----- and I swear I saw........ No I couldn't have done. Surely she must have been wearing .......! Phew! Well ------ These young girls today the way they go out for the evening, nothing should surprise me. But that did! Bloody hell! "What's up Mr Parker?" Melly asked cheekily, no doubt well aware by the look on my face, what part of her anatomy I had just glimpsed. "What favour do you want?" Gulp! Big breath and continue. "I want to make someone jealous Melly," I explained simply. "Will you just hold my hand and walk out of the pub with me please?" "No problem Mr Parker," the pretty blonde agreed readily, slipping off the stool, confirming my earlier analysis of her lack of underwear as her dress caught up for a moment, and nigh on giving me a heart attack. "But we can do better than that." With that, she cuddled up to me, and snuggled under my arm, my hand ending up dangling dangerously close to her left breast, as we made our way towards the exit. Once outside I thanked her and went to pull away, but she would have none of it. "Oh come on Mr Parker," she cajoled me giggling, pushing her full breasts into my chest. "If we're going to make someone jealous, then let's at least do it properly." I guess it was those firm boobs squashed up against me. Or maybe it was the smooth bare expanse of bare skin that I felt when my hand 'accidentally' slipped just below the hem of the back of her tiny skirt. Either way? Well what's a guy to do chaps? Go back to my somewhat errant wife after giving her a taste of her own medicine as planned, or continue to enjoy administering the medicine? What a choice. Well what would you have done in my position? Help me please, as I'm going to have to make a decision in a few minutes. That is if Melly ever lets me have my tongue back. Oh God ----- What's she doing now? ----- Mmmm! Bit bigger than June's, but just as firm, and since she had no panties on, I shouldn't have been surprised by the lack of a bra. If she unzips my flies any more though, then I could be lost. Oh Shit!!! +++++++++++ The beauty of this situation of course is that you can end it as you want. It's not a cop out, just the knowledge that no ending will suit everyone, but in my mind, he never went back with June, that's for sure.