45 comments/ 131194 views/ 20 favorites Sports Injuries - The Swimmer By: Britease Had a break from submitting due to pressure of work. My busy season being in the tourist business. Bit of teasing in this one, but as usual, no hard sex. Hope you enjoy it, but if you want the woman crucified, then just don't come here and complain. +++++++++++++++++++++++ Life was great! Just turned sixty and fit as a fiddle, and a disposable income that allowed us to do as we pleased, and I could still beat Tim my son at tennis, and more than hanging on to my single figure handicap at golf. Ok, so it was nine, and the handicap secretary was a drinking pal of mine, but I'd vouch for his integrity in front of anyone. A lovely wife more than ten years younger than me, who I'd been hitched up to for the last twenty-one years. So, what could be better? Mmmmm! I loved my wife dearly and I just knew that she loved me. Though she was on her way to fifty most people would have thought that she was maybe ten or more years younger. I know you've heard that before, and I know I'm biased, so please just go along with me, will you? She'd always been slim and had never lost it, and though her tight little 'A' cup breasts had filled out a little over the years and the arrival of two, now grown up, children, that wasn't exactly a huge disaster was it? When I met her in her late twenties she never so much as owned a bra, and there she was all those years later still not really needing one. Not bad eh? Our early years together had been full of love and passion and our sex drives simply seemed to mesh. Three times a week or three times a day ---- What did it matter? I did worry after ten years or so whether I would be able to keep pace with her as I grew older, and she grew into her sexual prime. Let's face it; a guy of, say forty and a woman of twenty-eight seem well suited. Translate that to, say, fifty-six and forty-four, just as some woman's libido has maximised and the guy might perhaps be slowing down, and the balance may not be the same. Not saying it concerned me too much that is, but ...... Well, you know don't you? So, you're probably wondering where this tale is going, and if you think that I'd just discovered that my gorgeous wife Linda was cheating on me, then ........ You couldn't be more wrong! The 'dreaded change' you see. You know ---- Change of life. The damn menopause. It came to her swiftly and I never saw it coming. Ok, we'd had our ups and downs in life and during any marriage we'd had periods of intense sexual activity and other times when the pair of us were just too tired. But the last few years had not been so good! ----------------- One Thursday afternoon I was sitting in the golf clubhouse chatting with some pals of a similar age and some would say juvenile mentality, when the subject of sex came up. Yes, Ok, no great surprise there ---- It was a golf club after all. It started over which of the three pretty young girls behind the bar was the one most likely to. Though in all honesty, all three of them being in their early twenties, it was never going to be with one of us old fogy's. One can dream though. Especially about the little Asian girl with the sexy smile and the tight little body. "I've forgotten how to do it anyway," admitted Fred sadly, though in all honestly if you'd seen his wife Janet, then you would understand why. Not that he was exactly God's gift to women either, with his beer paunch and all. I guess that's what you got for working in the Foreign Office all day long. "Once a month, regular as clockwork," chuckled Tom. "But only in a leap year if I can get away with it." "Not what it used to be, that's for sure," agreed Tony, whose wife was still attractive if a little ..... Well let's say well rounded. Mick and me just grinned and kept quiet. Mick's wife Gina was the prettiest little lawyer that you'd ever wish to meet. Nothing like my Linda was of course, but not at all bad. "You lucky bastard Gerald," called out Tom looking over at me. "If my wife looked like your Linda then I'd probably give up golf." "If your wife looked like Linda," quipped Tony. "You'd probably never have started to play golf." "He still can't," joined in Fred, and from there on the conversation took a nose dive as we all gave our opinions on just how bad each other's game was. ------------------ A pint or two later and it was time to leave and go home, and there were a number of remarks and comments flying round the car park as to who'd be in a hurry to get home to his wife. "I might take the ring road," yelled out Tom. "Never know, I might get delayed in a traffic jam." "Think I'll go by way of Birmingham," mumbled Tony, which was at least a hundred miles in the wrong direction. "Think I might go by way of Gerald's house," joked Mick, giving me a friendly punch on the shoulder. "Why don't you lot take him for a drink or three somewhere else, while I go and see if Linda wants to play?" "Get in the queue dreamer," laughed one of the others. "I've still got a hard on from when Linda came round our place to pick up my missus in that little tennis outfit of hers." "Down boys," I joined in. "Or I won't tell you lot what Linda looked like in her bikini when we come back from Spain after the week end." "If she goes topless Gerald, then just don't tell us," groaned Tony, pulling a face. "We really wouldn't want to have to think about it." "What?" I questioned them heartily. "You won't want to see the holiday photos?" Tom did his well known, but incredibly poor wolf howling impression, which hadn't improved since his student days at Cambridge, and the whole lot of us, a beer or to in each of us, laughed and cajoled one another. Yes all good-natured, and none of them of course had any intentions of doing anything but return to the comfort of their homes and to spend the evening with their spouses. Me to! Trouble was as I carefully threaded my way out of the car park in my Bentley, well aware that I should still be under, but none the less close to the legal limit, I reflected on my life, and my beautiful wife Linda. It was of course true, that my pals had reason to be jealous of me having a wife that looked as lovely as mine did. Linda was gorgeous. In her early forties, she'd put just a little bit of weight on, but then she'd started to play regular tennis again, and for all I knew stopped eating so many of those damn chocolates. She'd shed several pounds and was once again a slim, trim eight stone or so, with the right bits in all the right places. She still seldom wore a bra and her breasts were still firm and perky, and with her legs she could have still worn a micro skirt. She didn't of course, my Linda being too stylish and knew better, though as they'd pointed out, she still looked fantastic in her tiny tennis dresses. I was lucky really! Except of course for that damn menopause thing. It had sneaked up on us without me even noticing, taking hold of her a couple of years before when I was working all hours on a company take-over I was deeply involved in and hardly had time to think about it. Then one day I woke up and suddenly realised that Linda and I hadn't made love for some months. Damn it, it was worse than that. The last time I could remember having sex with her was before Christmas, and that had been nearly six months before. I could hardly believe that I had been so lacking and determined to put it right that very evening. Roses, red ones of course, and a bottle of Champagne and a wonderful meal and I was all up and ready. You've guessed it, right? Linda wasn't. We had a lovely evening, but instead of it ending with an all action night in bed, it fizzled out with a talk round the table. She explained to me the unknown intricacies of a woman's life cycle, which few men could really comprehend even if they wanted to. And few did! Afraid that I wasn't much above average there, but the end result was that I understood Linda had this problem that we were going to have to live through. Fortunately she wasn't having the mood swings that many women go through, but her sex drive had driven through the floor. "I'll get over it," she told me confidently. "Most of my friends have it or have had it, and it just takes time." "How much time?" I asked, maybe a little unfeelingly. "Can't say Gerald honey," Linda told me. "Maybe another six months or so or maybe a bit longer." I could wait. Crikey, we hadn't had sex since last Christmas and I'd been so tied up with my expanding business empire that I'd hardly noticed. I could wait. ------------------- Six months and to be honest a bit more had passed, and though we cuddled up in bed like we'd always done and nobody outside would have realised that anything was amiss, she showed no sign of getting over it. We went to a Harley Street specialist together, but no joy there. "Just have to wait," the good doctor told me. "It's not Linda's fault. She can't help it." All right for him. He wasn't suffering. The only relief that I got, other than self administered, was the occasional hand job from Linda when things got too bad. Absolutely no chance of a blowjob as she'd hated doing that before when things were Ok, and even though she tried to hide it, even her hand jobs were half hearted at best. I was allowed to rest my hand on her breasts when we were in bed, as long as I didn't rub them or play with her nipple. If my hand ventured too near to her pussy that I had loved so much, then all hell broke out, her accusing me of being a sex maniac. Not easy! So that was the situation I found myself in as I pulled my Bentley into our drive that evening. I had the most beautiful wife of all my pals but I was frustrated to hell. At that point I could have happily swapped Linda for any one of them. Well! Perhaps not Tom's wife, and certainly not ........ Oh fuck it! ------------------ Linda was in a very good mood as we got off the plane in the warmth of Spain, where we'd booked a long weekend to getaway from the long drudgery of the UK in winter. Whatever ----- We were going to have a good time. The hotel was great, but then it should have been for what we had paid. No cheap bargain week-ends for me and my missus. We just had time to catch the last rays of sunshine round the hotel pool, but despite my encouragement Linda wouldn't go topless. "Tomorrow," she promised me. "But not round the pool where everyone will know us. We'll find a nice beach somewhere." Well ----- A promise was a promise, and we enjoyed the rest of the evening with a great meal in the hotel restaurant, and got chatting to a few other residents before retiring to bed. ------------------ The next morning ------ No real action the night before, by the way. Sure enough, and good to her word, once we'd found a nice spot on the local beach, Linda sighed loudly and slipped out of her bikini top. As I've said ----- She was lovely and as far as I was concerned was the match of any of the twenty year olds who were dotted around. Ok ---Ok! I admit it. I did spend some time checking out a number of them out, but just to make sure that my Linda was as good as any of them. OK ---- OK! At nineteen or twenty those young girls simply looked a bit different, but even so, my Linda did at least stand comparison. Linda got her magazine out and was soon lost in some article, while I checked out the guys who were checking out Linda, and really quite enjoyed it. I eventually picked up my book but found it hard to concentrate; peeping over the top to ogle yet another passing topless beauty, as much, if not more, than I read the words on the page. It was pretty hot! The weather I mean! "I'm going for a dip Linda," I told her. "Are you coming?" "Not yet," she replied absently. "You go Gerald. I want to finish this story about Pillow cases." Pillowcases? Bloody pillowcases? Here's me wanting to walk down to the water with my lovely wife showing her gorgeous little tits off to the world, and she wants to read about pillow cases. No accounting for women! "Don't go out too far honey," she called as I wandered off. "You know you can't swim very well." Oh damn it! That just wrecked my image to the two young twenty something year olds that were sunbathing nearby. Hardly worth holding my tummy in after that, was there. I splashed and jumped around in the water, and yes I even swum a little just to prove to myself that I still could. With a wry smile I told myself that I could probably beat most of the fit young men showing off around me at tennis, even if I was nothing special in the water. Each to his own is what I say. Suitably cooled down, found me wandering back up the beach, trying to not look too obvious as I eyed up the near naked girls that lay all around. This was indeed the life. Then I spotted Linda lying there looking so fantastic, and talking to ......! Who the hell was she talking to? Where the hell had he sprung from? As I got closer I realised that some guy in perhaps his mid thirties or so had parked himself right alongside my Linda. Christ, you leave them alone for a few minutes and look what they get up to. The closer I got, then the more I realised what a fine specimen he was. Damn it! He looked a bit taller than me – bit better looking than me – bit slimmer than me and for absolute sure, a damn site younger than me. At least he didn't have a fine head of pure white hair like I did. Bet your bloody life he didn't, the bastard! "Gerald," Linda greeted me as I strode up to the pair of them. "This is Miguel from Barcelona who's down here for a couple of days on business." We shook hands! If he was disappointed that Linda's hubby had shown up then he covered it well, and I made my very best efforts to hide my obvious concerns. "Miguel wants to practice his English," Linda informed me once the formalities were over. "He asked me if I wouldn't mind talking with him for a while." 'Yes, I bet the bugger does,' I thought to myself. "Oh, that would be nice," I actually said, acutely aware that my wife's bare right breast was sticking out, her hard nipple no more than a few inches from his muscular suntanned arm. One false move and ..... "Yes," Miguel took up the conversation. "I have been to England several times, but I don't get much chance to practice it with the job I do now." I nodded politely, deciding not to point out to Linda that her Miguel spoke perfectly good English already, with only a small trace of an accent. The way she was smiling at him, I'm not sure she would have taken any notice anyway. "Linda," he said to her. "You should be careful in this hot sun. With your delicate English skin, you really should have some more sun tan oil on." Oh no you don't, you cheeky bugger! I made a grab for the sun cream before he could offer his services and without waiting for an OK from her, started to apply it on Linda. Quite pleasant actually. Having done her legs I moved up to her body and suddenly found myself in a spot. Linda hadn't let me rub her breasts in any way for some long time, and they were surely next. I hesitated. "Get on with it honey," Linda encouraged me. "Don't be shy." I took a big breath and glanced over at Miguel, who promptly gave me a huge grin. I couldn't help but grin back. Sort of a pair of conspirators caught out during their dirty deeds --- I actually found myself warming to the guy. We both laughed and I carried on with my task, enjoying the feeling of rubbing the cream liberally all over Linda's lovely tight breasts, and relishing the feel of her rock hard nipples as they caught on my hand. The fact that this was the first time she'd let me do this in years was not lost on me, especially since she was letting me do it in public, with this Adonis fellow close up and looking on with interest. "I think your wife is enjoying that my friend," he remarked, smiling widely. "That's enough Gerald," butted in my somewhat embarrassed wife, pushing my hand away, but flashing me a grin as she did so. Well! This wasn't so bad after all was it? For the next half hour or more we exchanged banter, and we found out quite a lot about our new young friend, and he about us. Not once did Miguel make any false moves as it were, though he made no pretence that he wasn't enjoying the sight of Linda in just her tiny bikini bottoms lying there just a few inches from him, her bare tits and hard nipples almost dominating the situation. "Wish I was still your age Miguel," I tried baiting him. "With all these gorgeous young girls around, you must have a great time." "Sometimes Gerald," he replied. "But you are the lucky one to have such a beautiful sexy wife as Linda here. She is the most fantastic girl on the beach today." He grinned at me and I smiled back. Linda's face turned red, so embarrassed that she turned over on her front to avoid having to face us. "Nice arse as well," whispered Miguel to me, but just loud enough so that Linda could hear. ------------------ We all decided that it was getting too hot in the midday sun, and that we were ready for lunch anyway. We went off back to our hotel and Miguel went off to wherever he went. "If you come back this afternoon," he suggested as he left. "I'll be about half a kilometre further up the beach where I was yesterday. It's a lot less crowded, so why don't you join me?" "We'd love to," piped up Linda, before I could even think about it. "How would we find you?" "I'll be just to the right of the beach guards pole," he told her. "You can't miss it." "Why's it less crowded then?" I asked casually. "It just is," he grinned. He grinned a lot did Miguel. "Why didn't you go there this morning then?" I queried, a bit puzzled. Miguel glanced over at Linda, looked her slowly up and down, then back at me, before replying, "The scenery looked so much better here this morning." "We'll see you there about three then," threw in Linda blushing furiously, and Miguel said that would be fine. "He fancied you Linda," I pointed out the obvious as we walked off in different directions. "Don't be silly Gerald," she gushed back. "I'm old enough to be his mother." "Not quite," I disagreed. "But it didn't mean he didn't have the hots for you." "Oh Gerald. You and your imagination. All he wanted was to practice his English with us. He wouldn't be interested in me, any more than I would fancy him." "Are you saying you didn't?" I challenged her. "Don't be silly," Linda almost choked on, blushing the brightest red that I have ever seen, as she grabbed my arm and dragged me back to the hotel. Rather amusing really, but good job I'm not the jealous type. Back at the hotel, Linda was acting a little strangely, almost coquettish, a side that I hadn't seen in her for quite some time. Instead of pulling away from me when I put my arm round her waist, as she would normally have done of late, she actually snuggled up closer. Well if this was how things were going, then I could put up with a few more Miguel's in our life. During lunch we chatting openly about all sorts of things, but Linda studiously avoided any mention of our new friend. What we were going to do that afternoon and where we might be going to do it were noticeably not discussed. It was really quite amusing, and I wondered how she would bring the subject up, and how long it would take. "What are we going to do this afternoon then?" she asked eventually as we sat drinking our coffee, obviously having given up on me broaching the subject. "We could play tennis," I suggested somewhat mischievously. "It's too hot," she replied. "Maybe later this evening." "We could go on that trip to the lace making place," I ventured, but that didn't go down well either. I grinned, thinking about how keen she'd been earlier when I had declined the suggestion. Sports Injuries - The Swimmer "How about we just hang round the pool here at the hotel?" "Too crowded," she frowned, flashing me a quick look of frustration. "Well what do you want to do then Linda," I asked at last. "Oh I don't know really," she hesitated. "It would be a pity to miss the sun while it's so glorious." "Well, we can sit round the pool then," I teased her unmercifully. "I don't want to sit round the damn pool Gerald," she nigh on hissed back. "I've already told you that." "Well the beach then Linda," I at last relented, desperately trying to keep the grin off my face." "Well Ok then," came the hesitant reply. "But only if you really want to." "Yes I think we should Linda," I took up the challenge. "Perhaps we could try one of the other beaches up the coast a bit." "We could," Linda replied hesitantly, her mind so obviously working overtime. "But it might be a bit rushed if we want to get back to play tennis later on." "OK," I grinned at her. "We'll just go back to where we were this morning." "Maybe," Linda mumbled, clearly getting frustrated that I wasn't biting. "I know," I cried at last, holding my arms up. "Maybe we could see if we could find that Spanish chap again. What was his name again?" "Miguel," Linda shot back, far too quickly. "I'm not sure we should bother him though. What do you think? Perhaps we could?" "Perhaps not!" I retracted ----- I was really enjoying this. There was a little silence, while Linda thought out her next move. "We could just go and see if he's there I suppose," Linda at last let out with a good effort at appearing half reluctant. "We wouldn't have to stay too long." "Whatever," I agreed, unable to keep the huge grin from my face any longer. My wife was so obviously smitten by the guy, that it was really amusing. He seemed on the up and up, so I wasn't worried about it. "You bugger Gerald," Linda let out, seeing my mirth. "You've been teasing me haven't you?" "Who me?" "Yes you," she cried, throwing her arms around my neck and drawing me down into the sexiest kiss that we'd shared for many a long time. "Just don't let me make a fool of myself honey." Hey ---- He seemed a nice enough guy, and I could put up with a bit more of this. ---------------- A little later found us wandering down towards the beach, and me with a silly grin on my face. That afternoon I had noticed that when she'd got ready, Linda hadn't even bothered with her bikini top and had left it back in our hotel room, so our new friend was going to get another eyeful. She had this flimsy top that she'd bought at a boutique in the hotel. There was nothing to it, and having paid the bill, I can assure you that it was worth more than it's weight in gold. The skimpy little thing hardly hid her charms at all, and more than one pair of eyes had swivelled to glimpse a hint of nipple through the thin material as she traipsed through the hotel foyer. In fashion at that level, I guess it's what you pay for. "Half a kilometre further up Miguel said didn't he?" My wife demanded when we reached the spot above where we had been that morning. "Yes," I agreed, seeing that the promenade ran out about there. "I guess we'll have to walk along the beach from here." So we did! How feet sinking deeply into the dry fine sand. I think I saw the sign about thirty seconds before she did, but it was Linda who made the first comment. "Oh shit," she mumbled using language quite foreign to her. "Miguel never mentioned that." By that time we'd both come to a stop right there, staring at the sign. "Well at least we now know why Miguel said it was less crowded up here," I threw in, but Linda simply continued to stand there staring at the sign. "Are we going on or not?" "But .... But .... But ....." "But nothing Linda. Your decision sweetheart." "But Gerald honey," she stuttered out, not far from tears. "It's a nudist beach. Miguel has invited us to a nudist beach." At that moment a youngish couple caught up with us, and without a word, stripped off the few clothes they had remaining, and wandered off further down the beach, completely naked. Nice arse the girl had, but the boobs were a bit too big and floppy for my taste ---- nice nipples though. "What are we going to do then Gerald?" Linda pleaded with me. "Well you enjoyed flashing your tits off at him this morning, so it depends how much farther you want to go." "I wasn't flashing my tits," she protested, blushing furiously. "Are you claiming you wasn't aware that he was looking at them then?" I threw back with a grin. "Why were your nipples so hard all the time?" Linda swallowed deeply, not sure how to reply. Bugger it I thought, and without further ado, I took the matter in hand as it were. "What are you doing Gerald?" cried out Linda in surprise. "What does it look like," I responded with gusto, balling my swimsuit up and putting it in the bag. "Are you joining me or not?" "Oh God!" I waited. "Stop looking at me," Linda chastised me, but since of late I had seldom been treated to the sight of my pretty wife undressing in front of me. Not that she had a lot to take off, but I simply stood there taking it all in. "This is all your fault," she accused me, though where she got that from, I had no idea. "Good job I trimmed myself down there before we came away." She had to. A lovely little landing strip all out on view, and as far as I knew, the first time my wife Linda had ever been naked in public. "Lovely," I complimented her. "Shut up," she said in embarrassment. "I almost hope we can't find bloody Miguel." We didn't! Find him that is, because he found us. "Linda, Gerald, my friends," he greeted us as we wandered down the beach, Linda doing her best to hide behind me. "Come and join me." With that he leapt up from the towel he was lying on and rushed over to us with a smile. Just a smile you understand ---- Nothing else. "Shit!" This time it was me using words that I seldom resorted to unless under stress. Now I've always considered that I was .... Well how should I put it? ----- Not lacking lets say. You know what I mean chaps, in the wedding tackle department. I'm not the sort that ever felt it necessary to actually measure it of course, never having felt the need for reassurance in that department, but my six and seven sixteenths were no comparison to the thing that dangled down between Miguel's legs, and the shiver that I felt from Linda alongside me, confirmed that she had also spotted that essential difference. For the first time I got a slight chill of apprehension. "Hello Miguel," Linda forced out. "That is ..... What I mean is, this is nice." "Yes it's lovely here isn't it," he retorted happily. "Look at the bay over there. Isn't it beautiful." My eyes followed where he was pointing and it was lovely, but when I looked back, I'm sure Linda's eyes hadn't budged an inch from where they remained transfixed. "Come on, roll your towels out here alongside me he instructed us, and yes sure enough I ended up on one side of Linda with him on the other. Well to be honest with you, I don't think I would have been very comfortable any closer to that monster. Never been at all inclined that way personally. Gradually Linda came out of her trance, and joined in the conversation, though I can't for the life of me remember what we talked about, and neither could she, I feel sure. In deference to whatever, she had at least had the modesty to lie on her front to start with. That of course allowed Miguel to stare at her bare bottom all the more, while Linda's head seemed to turned away from me mostly, no doubt measuring up that monster less than a foot or so away. God knows what she was thinking about. Maybe better that I didn't know. "Sun tan lotion anyone?" There it was again. Miguel had said it, and he was sat there with a bottle of the damn stuff in his hand. Linda squirmed a little as she buried her head even further into her towel, and we hardly heard her squeaked reply. "Yes please." Miguel had heard her response just as well as I had, and he looked up at me, the bottle still dangling from his hand, and a questioning smile on his face. No pressure eh? The term 'my heart leapt into my mouth' came to mind, and I felt myself start to sweat. Till that moment this had all been a bit of joke --- A tease maybe ---- a wind-up. I'd loved the way Linda had started to become her old self again, and I'd seen this episode as a route to maybe bringing her back to me like old times. I got a real kick out of Linda showing her breasts off in public, and her stripping off naked like that had just about blown my mind. But suddenly .....? Bloody hell! Time seemed to stand still, and found myself swallowing as my mouth got dryer and dryer. What the heck had I so lightly got myself into? Why was my heart thumping away like that? What the hell was I going to say for God's sake? Then Linda shuddered. Not a lot, just a little, but it broke the spell. Miguel raised his eyebrows at me in an unspoken question, and we both knew that he had me. I nodded my agreement and looked away, unable to witness his first caress of my beautiful wife's nakedness. A few seconds and I had to look back, only to find Miguel still sitting there, his hand hovering over Linda curvy bottom. "You're sure?" He mouthed silently at me, and his face broke out into yet another great grin when I nodded my head in response. This time I did watch. Linda didn't seem to react when he poured a little oil over her, but she trembled when he first touched her, to rub it in. Starting on her back he worked the cream in, using the flat of his hand in ever increasing circles. He then moved to her arms which he quickly finished, and then her neck, which elicited her first moan of pleasure. It was when he started to apply the cream down her sides, that things did begin to get interesting. Firstly Linda moved her arms up and out of the way, and then as he slowly moved nearer and nearer to the sides of her breasts, she started to twist and turn as if encouraging him. Eventually a gasp was wrenched from her throat, and I knew that it had happened. Another man had touched Linda's breast, her nipple even, other than me, and I'd done nothing to stop it. Another gasp and a long half-stifled groan and I looked down to realise that under cover of rubbing the oil in, Miguel, the crafty sod, had leant across her and was sliding his now hard cock up and down my wife's thigh. She was loving it, pushing her thigh back up against him, but I can't say as I was. Confused as my emotions may have been by what was going on, this was too far. Far too far. I cleared my throat, coughed if you will, a mixture of having to, and warning Miguel off. He looked up, nodded to me in silent understanding, and moved his hands away from her breasts, and perhaps more importantly his cock away from her thigh. Linda raised her head and looked up at him, asking why he'd stopped. Miguel shrugged his shoulders and swivelled his eyes in my direction, indicating that I wasn't happy. She raised herself on her elbows and looked round at me with a frown on her face. She said nothing and to my surprise, promptly rolled over onto her front, her breasts and pussy now fully on display. "Do my front please Miguel." I was so shocked that I just sat there, not that Miguel sought my permission anyway. Even as I watched he put some more oil on his hand and proceeded to rub it onto my wife. A token amount on her tummy, but within moments the Spanish bugger was rubbing her bare tits, the attention that he gave to her nipples belying the supposed excuse for the caresses. A wave of jealousy rolled over me, battling with the emotion and excitement that his touches were setting off inside me. I knew I should stop him ---- I knew! But I couldn't. I sat there transfixed, staring in amazement as Linda my wife, started to pant and squirm, wildly thrusting her bare breasts blatantly up into his hands, encouraging him to handle them rougher and more vigorously. Even when Miguel started to tease her nipples, tweaking them between his finger and thumb, then tugging at them till she squealed out with pleasure. Even then I couldn't bring myself to stop him. His next bold move was to slowly let his hand drift down Linda's body, tracing little circles down her tummy, right down past her navel. I watched in awe, thinking my head would explode; gulping as his fingers made their first foray into the tightly curled hair perched above her exposed pussy. As Miguel's fingertips explored further down into her pubic strip, Linda gave another groan ----- A loud one! Too loud and explicit to be ignored, and it was this that broke the spell and bought me to my senses. "Miguel," I croaked through my parched throat. "I think that's enough." "Ok Gerald," he responded immediately and stopped sliding his hand further down. He didn't however remove it, but continued to play his fingers through her tangle of hair. "For God's sake don't stop!" My wife squealed in a strangled voice. "Stop Miguel," I countered. "Stop right now and take your hand away." Linda shot me an angry glance, her face red with emotion. Then reaching across, she made a grab and wrapped her hand round his still erect cock. "Don't stop!" She cried out pulling urgently at it. "Damn well do stop!" I shouted no longer concerned what the other people on the beach might think, and leaping to my feet. At last Miguel sat back and took his hand off my wife, slowly unwinding her fingers from around his cock, and looked me in the eye. "Linda is an incredibly beautiful woman Gerald," he told me. "I hope you realise how lucky you are." I simply nodded back my agreement, unable to utter the simplest agreement. I'd just witnessed another man all but finger fuck my wife right there on the beach in front of me, and I couldn't for the life of me co-ordinate my thoughts. Linda shot me another thunderous look, and rolled back onto her front, sucking in huge breaths of air as she tried to control her breathing. Miguel shuffled a few more inches away from Linda and I settled back down on his towel. Nobody spoke for a few long drawn out moments. "Perhaps we should be going," I ventured quietly. "You can go if you want to," Linda spat back at me. Oh Christ! Like that was it? What was I to do? I couldn't see myself giving her backside a good tanning and throwing her over my shoulder and marching off with her. Twenty years ago maybe but ...... Miguel seemed to have backed off and was no longer a threat, so I simply sat there quietly ---- Fed up, somewhat embarrassed, but half content that I'd prevented it going too far. "Anyone for a swim?" asked Linda about ten minutes later, having come back down to earth. "I need cooling off after that." "Ok,"Miguel beat me to it, as he leapt up and pulled Linda to her feet. "Come on then," she giggled girlishly, as the two of them trotted off down the beach, hand in hand. "Hey wait for me," I called, finding myself left behind, not too happy to see Miguel's arm encircle my wife slim waist, or that their bare thighs rubbing against one another. Or for that matter that neither of them even so much as acknowledged me. Damn the pair of them, they were at it again. By the time I got to the waters edge, I started to feel really pissed off. Linda is a very good swimmer, but the way the bloody Spaniard was cleaving through the water away from the beach, he could have been a lifeguard or something. "Don't go too far out," I shouted to Linda. "It's Ok Gerald," I heard her voice floating back as she followed in Miguel's wake. "The water's lovely. I'll be OK." Damn it! Damn it to hell! The pair of them went swimming off, dipping and ducking one another, and within a few minutes so well out of my depth, that as frustrated as I was, I daren't follow them. I turned back for the shore, beginning to gasp for breath, knowing that I was no swimmer and couldn't control what the pair of them were up to. By that time I was bloody well doubly pissed off. What the hell did she think she was up to? She was naked for Christ's sake, and on her own with some charmer who had just sampled her charms as it were, and if he wasn't getting to feel the rest of her while they were playing around out there like that, then my name wasn't Gerald St John Augustus Meadows. I stood there, the water up to my waist, staring out at them, listening to Linda's laughter and giggles, as he picked her out of the water and threw her around, and then ducked down out of view with her in his arms. Never mind his arms ---- What the hell was that monster cock of his rubbing up against? Wasn't fair! Damn well wasn't fair at all, and I was beginning to hate myself for agreeing to meet up with him again, and distressed that I had let him take it so far back on the beach without interrupting. Damn them. I left the water and made my way angrily back to the beach and back to where we'd left our things. I plonked myself down and waited for them. --------------- I controlled my temper as I watched them, a good twenty minutes later, strolling back up the beach together, jostling one another playfully like a couple of young lovers, gritting my teeth as I heard Linda squeal girlishly as Miguel gave her a playful smack on her naked backside. "Hi there Gerald," Miguel greeted me as they drew close, apparently un-phased that his dick was still more than at half-mast. "Why didn't you join us? We had great fun out there." "Old misery guts can't swim very well," chuckled Linda when I just glared back at them. "He's jealous of you Miguel." "Why would he be jealous of me when he's got such a gorgeous wife as you," he threw out, Linda taking a quick intake of breath as he turned towards her, and his dick swept across her upper thigh. "I would give anything to be the one who shared your bed every night." "Well you damn well aren't," I spat out, my anger boiling over, which bought the pair of them to a stop in their tracks, his arm round her and that damn cock of his pushed up against her bare hip. "Oh dear Gerald," my wife said quietly, unwrapping her arm from round his waist, and pushing him away. "You really are upset aren't you." "Oh Gerald," Miguel added. "I'm sorry my friend. We were just playing around, only flirting and touching a bit. I thought you would be Ok with that after ..... Well you know ----- After earlier." What was I to say? I stared at my naked wife, her nipples erect and angry looking, just like they used to look like when I'd sucked them. Dropping my eyes lower, I noticed the last few drops of seawater glistening on her pubic hairs. At least, I hoped it was sea water. I'd got myself into an awkward situation substantially of my own making, and now I had to get myself back out of it. "Look," I relented, just wanting to leave with my wife and my marriage still intact. "It doesn't really matter. I was just feeling left out." Linda started to make some flippant remark which probably wasn't very kind, but Miguel gave her another sharp slap on her bare behind. She leapt forward, let out a yell and shut up, looking up at him with a cheeky smile. "I think I should leave you two on your own now," he stated firmly. "You two need to talk, and in any case, I've got an appointment later this afternoon, so I've got to be going." "So soon," cried out Linda, her disappointment obvious. "That's business Miguel," I countered, more than happy to have my wife back on my own. "Will we see you again Miguel?" Linda asked, adding to my irritation. "Maybe, but I think I've got to be off early tomorrow morning," he informed her with a sad look. "I won't know till after this afternoon's meeting." Sports Injuries - The Swimmer "Well give us a ring at our hotel if you're still around," spouted out my dear wife, and then she proceeded to give him the name and what room we were in." Ok ---- Ok ---- I know! That was way over the top. My wife had no right to invite this guy into our life without so much as consulting me, and my irritation started to show signs of bursting into open jealousy. "Maybe Gerald might not want you to be wasting your holiday with me," Miguel cut in, seeing my look. "Maybe he wants to keep you to himself." "Oh he won't mind Miguel," my surprising wife replied. "We haven't had so much fun in years." "I'll see," he replied, and with a shrug of his shoulders, and the bugger winked at me. "Bye then Miguel," Linda next said, as she turned towards him, threw her arms round his neck and pulled him down to give him a long passionate kiss. It went on a bit too long for me to remain comfortable, acutely aware that their naked bodies were pushed together, her bare breasts up against his chest, and that cock of his pushed up against her. I began to get embarrassed, wondering what the other people around us would be thinking. I started to sweat again. I'd had enough and I had to stop this. "I think you'd better let Miguel go honey," I called out to her, but it was only as I was about to step forward to prise them apart, that he broke the kiss, and held her away from him. Even like that, the bugger's long cock still flopped down against her bare tummy, rubbing up against her, not inches above where I really didn't want it to go. To compound my worries, she reached down between them to take it in her hand. "Better not Linda," he said to her, grabbing her hand just as she touched it. "I really don't think Gerald would like you doing that." Bloody right! "But Miguel," she sobbed. "No Linda," Miguel insisted, drawing away from her. Linda looked round at me in anger and about to complain, and her jaw dropping in shock as she saw the expression on my face. She'd seen that expression a few times before, and though it had never been directed at her, she well knew what happened to the poor unfortunate sods that it had been directed at in the past. "Oh Gerald," she cried out, putting her hand to her mouth. "Gerald I'm so .... God I'm so sorry." "I should fucking well think so to," I shouted at her, my unusual use of words shocking her as much as my obvious anger. "Gerald please honey, please," Linda pleaded. "I didn't mean to .... That is I wouldn't have ......" "I'm sure you wouldn't Linda," I scowled at my wife. "No sex for bloody months and months and then you act like this." Linda hung her head in shame, while Miguel scrambled into his clothes and made to go off. "I think you two had better spend some time together making up," he suggested rather sensibly. "Gerald, from the sounds of it, this might end up being the best thing that's happened to you lately, so don't fuck it up." We nodded to one another, me reluctantly, then he gave Linda an innocuous peck on the cheek, and he went off, leaving the pair of us stood there looking at one another, still bollock naked. "Can you forgive me Gerald?" "Christ knows," I replied, upon which she ran over to me, and gave me what Miguel had just been enjoying. If the onlookers had been puzzled about what had been happening before, then they must have been gob smacked by the turn of events. "Take me back to the hotel," whimpered my wife. "I think I might have some nice reward for you." And boy did she! Linda slipped her flimsy top back on, took my hand and all but dragged me back along the beach, past where we'd been that morning, and back to the crowded promenade, my temper diminishing as I looked forward to what might be ahead. "Don't you think you'd better put your bikini bottoms on dear," I suggested. "That top is pretty short and fairly see-thru you know." "Waste of time," she laughed back at me. "It'll save time when we get back to our room." "But it's hardly covering up your naughty bits Linda." "So what," she giggled. "We're on holiday." --------------- You may have gathered that I was fairly ecstatic, any concerns about her earlier actions overwhelmed by my certainty that my Linda was back to the way she used to be. What she'd done was certainly out of order, but I'd played my part in it, and it could be a price worth paying if it snapped her out of her passionless ways. If I had any doubts at all, then they were soon dispelled when we got back to the hotel, where she slipped out of her top and stood there naked, leaning against the door jamb, the top dangling from her fingers, as I struggled to open the door. "Christ Linda," I cried out. "Someone could come along." "Then get the door open quickly," she chuckled. "I've got something here for you." And she did! Being the sort of guy that I am, I'd prefer to draw a blind over exactly what happened for the rest of that afternoon. Lets just say that ..... Well .... OK then ..... No I can't, really I can't. It's just too private. Alright then, just a taster, but for Christ's sake don't tell Linda I told you. She dragged me in and started to tear my clothes off. Well, I didn't have a lot on to begin with so that didn't take long. She pushed me onto the bed and leapt onto me. Yes, my Linda, she really did. Then before I knew it she grabbed hold of my dick and wrapped her mouth around it. Then she .... Oh I just can't tell you. No I'm sorry but it's simply too private, but all I can say is that I think I've discovered a cure for the menopause, and if I could bottle it then I'd make a bloody fortune. ------------- I found myself luxuriating on my bed about six thirty that evening, reflecting on what a wonderful world it was, how beautiful my wife was, how great sex was, what a fantastic lover I was, maybe especially that, and wondering where the small green stain on the ceiling came from. Well the green stain remained a mystery, as at that point my darling sex mad wife came back into the room fresh from her shower. Yes, things had indeed changed, and changed for the better. I never intended to meet up with Miguel again, but if I did, then I'd have to thank him. Thank him or thump him, I still wasn't sure. "You still exhausted Gerald?" She asked me cheekily. "Have I worn you out?" "No dear, not at all," I lied nonchalantly, but I was spared the necessity of claiming that my interest in the green stain was the only reason that I was lying there, when she carried on. "Well get in the shower then honey. We'll have an early dinner so we can get back here and carry on from where we left off." Blimey! I know this is what I'd been dreaming of for the last few years, but she could be a bit gentler with me. Christ, I was knocking sixty-two after all! None the less I dragged my weary body up from the bed, and giving her bottom a quick nip as I passed, went for my shower. "I'll get it," called out Linda as the telephone rang. "You go get your shower lover boy." So, fifteen minutes later, feeling fresh and ready to face the world again, I walked back into the bedroom, a towel wrapped fashionably round my middle. I thought I cut a rather dashing figure, but then again it would depend on who you where comparing me with. Linda was stood there in a slinky excuse for a dress, her sexy half bra and matching panties still sat there on the bed. "With or without underwear tonight?" she asked, grinning at me cheekily. "In that dress?" I pondered aloud, wondering whether she'd really be brave enough to actually wear it out in public. "I don't think you could wear a bra with it if you wanted to, but you might get arrested if you go without panties." "That was Miguel on the phone," she grinned picking up the tiny thong style panties. "He's got to leave tomorrow after all." "Oh" What more could I say? Can't honestly say as I was upset in the least. Can't honestly say as I was even interested. "So we won't be able to see him again tomorrow Gerald," she continued, smiling at me. I thought it was a suggestive sort of sexy smile, but I could have been wrong. Either way, things seemed just fine. "Pity." I commented casually, even though I didn't really mean it. "He knows this little local restaurant up in the hills Gerald," my wife went on, looking at me expectantly. "Really." "I wondered about tonight Gerald," she mumbled. "We haven't actually booked anywhere yet, have we?" "No," I replied. "But personally I've had enough of him for one day." "That's Ok then," Linda replied happily. "I've asked him to pick me up in ten minutes or so." Hang on. That didn't make sense! "What did you say again Linda?" I asked, completely confused. "He's picking me up in ten minutes," she repeated. "Did you mean pick us up Linda dear?" I queried, even more puzzled. "I thought for one moment that I heard you say 'Picking ME up'. Linda's face said it all. "Sorry honey," she said looking lovingly at me. "I thought you understood. You said you didn't want to go out with him, and that works out better, because he's only got a two-seater sports car anyway." He would have, wouldn't he the bugger? "And what am I supposed to do Linda," I demanded, somewhat stunned. "Sit here all night and wait for you to come home?" "No darling," she broke out. "You could go and have a curry. You know I don't like them." "In Spain? ---- A damn curry?" I almost shouted, but she simply shrugged her shoulders. "It's only dinner Gerald," Linda tried to console me. "You probably need an easy evening after this afternoon anyway honey. You get a rest and you'll be ready for another session by the time I get back." That's right; rub my nose in it, I thought. Not many guys of my age could do what I had done earlier without recourse to the dreaded Viagra. "I'll be home before midnight Gerald, I promise." "No bloody way Linda ....," I started, but she cut me off. "Please honey, please," she pleaded. "I'll probably never be in a position like this again in my life. A handsome young man who wants to wine me and dine me. Please honey, please." "More like dine you and seduce you," I shot back. "No Gerald you're wrong," Linda cried excitedly. "I promise you. It will be just dinner then he'll drive me home." "You're bloody kidding me?" "No, I promise." "No goodnight kiss even?" "Oh ----- Well ------ Eh?" "No intimate little touches during dinner?" "Well ...." "No making out in the back of his car?" I was on a roll but about to be shot down. "His car hasn't got any back seats," she jumped in with. "It's a sports car." Damn it ---- I'd lost the high ground! "Look Gerald," she started to explain to me. "I feel so excited about this. It's like being a teenager all over again having a young man like that chase after me. If you really love me then you'll let me go." "What's wrong with having dinner with me," I demanded. "He may be younger than me and all, but what's he got that I haven't?" "You really want to know?" "Yes," I replied stubbornly. "I really want to know." "How about a hard body and a big cock." Oh shit. Maybe I didn't want to know after all. "I just want to touch it properly honey, to hold it and see what it feels like. I so desperately wanted to this afternoon, but with you there, he wouldn't let me --- Not properly." "No bloody way Linda!" "I promise you Gerald, that's all. Just a little touch and then I'll be back before midnight." "Now look here Linda," I remonstrated with her, grabbing her by the arm. "You went too far on the beach today with that Miguel character and I was silly enough to let you do it. But this ends and it ends now ---- OK?" Linda glared angrily at me, and for several moments I thought she was going to defy me. But then she dropped her eyes and sighed. "Sorry honey. I'm really sorry and I don't know what got into me. It's all just so ...... Oh I don't know what to say." "That's Ok Linda," I consoled her, stroking her hair affectionately. "You got carried away and I was guilty of letting you. Let's say we were both at fault shall we?" "Thanks for being so understanding honey," Linda grimaced. "It was a bit of fun and I got carried away, but you're my husband and I love you and don't want to upset you." OK," I said and took her in my arms and kissed her tenderly. All was well again in the camp. "Look honey," Linda said after we'd embraced. "Why don't you go and dry your hair while I put my underwear on and things, and then we'll go find a super restaurant just for the two of us." "Now you're talking," I grinned at my wife affectionately. "Just wait till afterwards," she smiled sexily back at me. "What about lover boy?" I asked with a wry smile. "I'll give him a call back and say I can't make it." "Ten minutes and I'll be out," I told her and popped back into the bathroom to finish drying, with a happy smile on my face. The actions of my wife that day had astounded me, but if that's what it took, then as long as it was now over, then the future looked bright. ----------------- When I first heard it, I thought I'd made a mistake. Was that a door slamming shut? Which door? Two minutes after going back into the bathroom, I stuck my head out again. "Linda," I called out. "Linda are you there?" Silence! "Damn it Linda, where are you?" I cried louder as I stormed back out into the bedroom. Bloody right ----- She wasn't there, and my heart sank. I glanced around the room in confusion, only to spot her bra and panties still sitting there on the bed where she'd left the damn things. Bloody hell! She'd gone out. She'd gone to him! She'd ran to him and deserted me for the night, and in that next to nothing dress with nothing on underneath. Damn her the bitch! I ran to the door, skidding to a halt as I realised that all I had on was a towel. "Damn it," I screeched aloud, and scooted back to throw on the first clothes I could find and as quickly as I could. "Damn and blast it!" As fit as I may have thought I was, I was sweating and puffing by the time I got down to the sumptuous reception. No sign of either of them, and I wondered if I was making a horrendous mistake, but then I rushed out to the exit, just in time to see a black Ferrari, brand new looking, pulling away from the hotel. It couldn't be -------- Could it? "Who was that in the Ferrari?" I demanded of one of the two doormen. "Which Ferrari?" he replied without a lot of interest. For goodness sake, the hotel we where in was a posh one, but 'Which Ferrari?' ---- I ask you. "The F40, " I shot back at him. "The black one." Christ ----- What sort of poser would buy a Ferrari in black? "Oh him," the doorman grinned back at me. "That'd be Miguel Santana. He was a champion swimmer, and now owns a chain of sports shops along the coast. Quite a one for the women that one." "Still holds the National record for the breast-stroke," butted in the other doorman. "That woman with him will know all about the breast-stroke pretty soon," joked back the other and they both laughed, though I didn't find it very funny. "There was a woman with him then?" I asked breathlessly, knowing full well what the answer was going to be. "Yes senor," the doorman carried on. "He's always got a woman with him, but the one he had tonight looked very, very special. An English woman, a bit older than him but what a beauty, and wearing a dress that didn't leave a lot to the imagination." "Where would they be going?" I queried, clutching at straws. "You could just about see her breasts," he guffawed, ignoring my question and infuriating me. "Yes," I cried in frustration. " But where would they be going?" "To his Villa up in the hills I should think," he smirked. "That little darling will be feeling sore by the morning." "Perhaps they're going up to that restaurant in the hills," I suggested, trying to keep calm. Wondering how quickly I could find a taxi to chase them, if they knew which restaurant he was taking her to. "What restaurant?" asked the first doorman? "There aren't any up in the hills. Only some very exclusive private Villas." Oh Shit! Oh sinking heart! ---------------------- I avoided getting drunk that night, but it was a close call. I simply didn't know what to expect, and when she would come back. I didn't know what the hell I would say to her when she did! Miguel, the bastard. Acted like he was concerned for our relationship, when all he was doing was seducing her. I wondered what else they had talked about when they were on their own, and whether this had all been planned behind my back hours in advance. Whether the fucking of my life she'd given me just previously had been some sort of preparation to keep me quiet while she cheated on me? Christ --- I simply didn't know what the hell to think. Only that I had an emptiness inside me that you could have stored a tanker load of oil in. I checked at the front desk but no messages had been left, and about midnight I slunked up to our room, sorry my bloody room, and collapsed miserably onto the bed. Not ten minutes afterwards, the phone rang. "Hi honey. Are you OK?" "What do you care," I growled back. "I'm sorry honey," she carried on uncertainly. "I really rang to see if it would be Ok if I stayed here the night. It's late and Miguel doesn't fancy driving back from the restaurant, so he's booked us two rooms." "His Villa you mean," I snarled. "His private Villa up in the hills." Other than a gasp of surprise, Linda said nothing, but I may have heard a sniffle from her. "Do what you damn well want Linda," I told her. "Stay all night. Stay as long as you bloody well want." With that I slammed the phone down and slumped back on the bed. "Two minutes later, the phone rang again, but I took it off the hook, broke the connection and left it off. Stuff her! Too late I guess, someone else was already doing that. ------------- I slept a bit, but not much and the next morning I moped around working out what I would say to the stupid cow. Trying to decide whether I would ever be able to forgive her. Just before lunchtime the phone rang again, and with a resigned sigh, I picked it up. "Feeling in a better mood now Gerald?" She started into me. "Where are you?" I demanded angrily. "Barcelona," she answered quietly. "Barcelona," I exploded. "What the hell are you doing in Barcelona?" "I'm not in Barcelona Steve," she regally informed me. "I'm above it. I'm in Miguel's private aeroplane, and we're just coming in to land." "Well I hope you damn well crash," I screamed down the phone, her plaintive cries for me to listen to her snuffed out as I slammed the phone down on her yet again. This was becoming a habit. I packed her stuff up and left it the reception with instructions for it to be delivered up to Miguel Santana's Villa up in the hills somewhere. Nobody argued with me or even questioned me, but they all avoided my eye as I talked to them. I couldn't stand the thought of staying there for the last few days that were left, and as you may have gathered I wasn't short of a bob or two, so I got a ticket on the next scheduled flight back to UK and flew home, first class that is. Home to our country estate in the Cotswolds. Home to an empty house however, with a load of embarrassing explanations to make to my pals, our mutual friends and work colleagues. I didn't mess about --- It's not my way, and didn't hesitate. Within twenty-four hours of getting back just about everyone knew just what a stupid thing Linda had done. Didn't put me in a good light, but what the hell, as I no longer cared. My parents couldn't believe it and her parents took it badly. I couldn't bring myself to ring the kids, but knew that it wouldn't be long before they found out. What did I care? Sports Injuries - The Swimmer The day after I got back I got yet another call on my mobile. She didn't give up easily, did she? "Where the hell are you Gerald?" Linda shouted down the phone. Miguel's just got me back to the hotel, and they say you booked out. Where are you?" "At home," I told her calmly. "I had no reason to stay there." "Gerald," she pleaded. "You've got this all out of proportion. It was just a fling." "Well go fling your hook then," I shouted, and yet again put the phone down on her. ----------------- It was late the next day when Linda rang me again. "You bastard Gerald," she screamed down the phone. "How could you be so stupid? What have you done?" "Give me a clue," I asked calmly. "I've just spoken to my parents and they've ripped me off a strip. What the hell did you tell them? Why did you have to tell them anything?" "To make sure I got my story in first when the divorce starts," I relished informing her. "What divorce Gerald? What the hell are you telling me? We don't need a divorce." "Are you telling me you didn't fuck Miguel the other night then Linda?" "Well ..... That is ...... It's not that simple." "And that you haven't been sharing his bed in Barcelona and since?" "Please Gerald," Linda jumped in. "You didn't complain when we had sex that afternoon did you. It was great wasn't it?" "Yes Linda," I admitted. "But did I fuck you as thoroughly as Miguel did?" Her hesitation was too long. Not much, but two or three seconds in the middle of a conversation like that simply seemed to stretch out for hours. "It wasn't the same Gerald," Linda tried to cover it up with. "It was .... Well different." "Well 'Vive la difference' as they say in France Linda. You'll be getting the divorce papers through shortly. Enjoy the rest of your life." "Hang on Gerald," she begged me. "Don't tell anyone else about this. Let's meet and talk it through." "Too late," I informed her. "I've told my friends, your friends --- Everyone. No going back now." "Oh my God Gerald, how could you have done that?" This time, at last, it was her turn to put the phone down on me. I quite enjoyed that in some strange way. ----------------- Well, the divorce did go through eventually, though Linda fought it tooth and nail. I haven't really gone into quite how wealthy I was even then, but she settled for four million as a lump sum, her jewellery and Aston Martin, and a tidy amount each month unless or until she re-married. I was as pleased as punch, and if it hadn't been for her actions, then she would have walked away with an awful lot more than that. She had an excellent lawyer, but I had a better one. Life's like that. To my surprise Miguel actually did marry her shortly afterwards, though my investigations into his business led me to believe that the four million lump sum just may have had something to do with it. Linda was a beautiful and talented woman, but I discovered that Miguel needed a cash injection far more than he needed a wife. You may have guessed. No ---- I wasn't finished with Mr. Miguel Santana. It took me just over a year and I had to call in a string of favours. In the world of business high finance we didn't take many prisoners, but I had something special for Miguel and his company Santana Sports. ------------- Miguel looked much less assured of himself when he walked into my office one Tuesday morning in April. Mrs. Santana however, looked as beautiful and sexy as ever, but looked daggers at me as she followed him in. "You've read the details of the offer from my group to bail you out Mr. Santana?" I asked him. "They're very hard," he mumbled dejectedly. "It's that or bankruptcy," I reminded him, aware that Linda's four million had long since gone down the drain, my and my friends actions over the previous year having given it a good solid push. "Miguel didn't deserve this Gerald," Linda spoke up in defence of her new husband. "He's lucky we're leaving him with anything," I pointed out. "He won't control the company anymore, but he'll still have a few shares and still have a job." "Yes and you've got his house and his aeroplane and his Ferrari," she spit out, hate in her eyes. "Correct," I agreed. "But he's got my wife." Linda opened her mouth to protest, but shut it again, thinking better of it. We hadn't actually signed the deal yet. "Ok I'll sign," Miguel said at last, his shoulders slumped, a beaten man. "Where do I sign?" "Oh," I cried out with a grin. "There's just one more condition. It's been written in by hand on the back page, so you may not have noticed it." "What's that," Miguel asked, flipping to the last page, his face clouding over as he read it. "I can't agree to that." "Then show it to your wife." I instructed him, delighting in the look of humiliation that clouded her face as she read it herself. "You can't enforce this," she cried out in anguish. "It can't be legal." "We can assure that it is Mrs Santana," my legal eagle butted in. "Unusual maybe, but one hundred percent legal and enforceable." Linda stood there in shock for some moments, her mind fighting to come to terms with what I had demanded. What she had to do to get the deal they needed so desperately. "OK you bastard," she whispered almost inaudibly. "You win. Where do you want to go. There's a hotel over the road, so let's get it over with." "No hotels honey," I told her. "It's right here and right now. In front of your husband and my partners and with our lawyers on hand to witness it." The look of horror on her face was priceless. "Come on honey," I encouraged her. "Start getting undressed. The office desk will do nicely I imagine." A number of pairs of eyes watched Linda hungrily as she stood there defiantly, before giving in. Trembling with embarrassment, she undid her dress and slid it off, only the eyes of her loving new husband were averted as he looked down at the floor, his humiliation about to be complete. He sobbed as his wife's bra hit the floor, and visibly staggered as she slid her thumbs into the little lacy panties, in the act of removing them. He remained there with his eyes closed as Linda stood there defiantly, her all over tan demonstrating that she'd made the most of her year in sunny Spain, and her bare shaven pussy surprising me somewhat. He lost it and rushed from the room to puke up in the toilet as Linda walked regally over to my desk and leant back up against it in preparation, arching her back and sticking those delectable little tits out. I stood there staring at the beautiful naked woman who had been my wife, her staring back at me, ignoring the lustful looks of the other five men left in the room. What would be the best pay back? To take her or reject her and just walk away. It was truly decision time wasn't it? I'd never imagined that she would give in this easily, and the smile on her face was somehow unsettling. "Forget it Linda," I said tersely. "Unlike some men, I don't fuck other guy's wives." ----------------- I'd felt slightly robbed of my revenge when I'd walked out of that room, though my colleagues cheered me up somewhat when they later told me quite how furious Linda had been. And for that matter how humiliated she had acted as she had to put her clothes back in front of all of them. After all, she'd known most of them as the boss's wife. ------------------- It was five or six months later, by which time poor Miguel had been sacked by his new regional manager, that my new secretary Julie told me that I had an unexpected visitor. "She says her name is Linda Santana," she told me over the intercom. "She hasn't got an appointment, but says that you would want to see her." Ahhh! "Send her in Julie." "See you've got a new girl out front," Linda said as she floated into my office, looking as beautiful and classy as ever. "Are you fucking her?" "Yes, I am as it happens," I replied with some pleasure. "Never did it while we were married but I'm a free man now." "Good taste Gerald," she smiled at me. "She's rather young, tits are a bit too big, but very beautiful." "Beautiful and very enthusiastic," I let her know. "What can I do for you Linda?" "Don't suppose there's any hope of us getting back together is there?" "None whatsoever Linda," I told her. "What's happened to Miguel?" "He couldn't cope with his loss Gerald. He was used to being a champion but you utterly defeated him, and when he lost his job he just went to pieces." "Where is he now?" "No idea," Linda replied. "In a bar somewhere, falling over drunk probably." "Took it hard, did he?" "I don't think I've ever seen anyone collapse so completely," Linda went on. "You really did him over." "He deserved it." "What about me Gerald?" "Well you lost just about everything didn't you Linda," I reminded her somewhat unnecessarily. "No longer got your fancy car and fancy life style, have you?" "No," she agreed. "Everything's gone. Everything except a few very special pieces of jewellery that you bought me, and I'll have to sell them as well soon." "You still look good though girl," I found myself saying. "Someone will come along and pick up your bills." "Maybe someone like you?" "Maybe someone like me Linda," I responded carefully. "But not me." "Do I have to beg Gerald?" My ex wife asked, her confident air evaporating as I sat there and watched her. "Please honey, I'm desperate. I haven't actually got anywhere to stay tonight." "That desperate?" I asked, my mind a mix of concern and satisfaction. She just nodded, the first tear running down her cheek. Decision time! Damn it you don't live with a woman for all those years and not still have feelings for her, not when she's in such a plight. She'd cheated on me, fair enough, but more out of devilment than spite. "I just might have a position open for a woman like you," I told her. "The pay is not good at all, but accommodation is included and there are fringe benefits." "But I thought you said ....." Linda started to say, but shut up when I held my hand up to stop her. "I'm not offering to take you back as my wife Linda," I informed her, sliding the keys to my swish executive apartment by the side of the Thames in Chelsea over the desk towards her. "My secretary Julie has been hinting that she's met someone who might be special to her. Hasn't actually said so, but I think she wants to go back to a more simple boss/ employee relationship." "So you want me to be your mistress then Gerald?" "You're decision sweetheart." "Exclusive?" She queried. "On your part absolutely," I answered. "Whether I am will be none of your business." I failed to mention that after four months of twenty eight year old Julie fucking and sucking me till I could hardly stand, then the thought of taking on more than one woman was terrifying. Until Linda arrived I was almost looking forward to a few weeks rest. "Ok," she grinned at me. "I'll accept the offer, but I can't promise that I won't try to entice you back. "You can try," was my reply. "But if you haven't got over that damn menopause thing, then you're wasting your time." "Thing of the past Gerald honey," she laughed joyously back. "Have you got some great things to look forward to." "I'll be back at Chelsea around seven tonight," I dismissed her. "I'll expect dinner on the table, the wine open and breathing, and my new mistress naked except for high heels and a smile on her face." "Your wish is my command darling," she grinned back at me, picking up the key to the apartment she'd previously known so well. "I promise you won't regret this honey. I'll be the best mistress you ever dreamed of." I watched her curvy backside as she swayed out of the room, her hips swinging for my personal pleasure I assumed. 'Well my dear ex wife,' I thought to myself. 'This isn't going to be so easy as you may think it will. Let's see if you're still so happy in three or four months time when you see what I've got in mind for you.' With that, I picked up my private phone and rang my pal Dave. Dave, who ran an investment trust, had always fancied Linda. "What you doing tonight Dave?" I asked him. "Fancy coming over to my place in Chelsea for a bit of fun?" "Fine," I concluded our conversation. "Bring your two clients over with you. I guarantee they'll enjoy it." How's it going to end???? We'll just have to see. She may last a week or two, or might storm out tonight. Then again, who know? I might yet even grow old with the damn woman. ++++++++++++++ This is the first of maybe several, very, very loosely connected stories involving sportsmen. We'll see.