15 comments/ 110936 views/ 16 favorites To Save a Marriage By: Roscoe28 I ordered the cheeseburger and chili fries for lunch. I hadn't had it for a while so I thought I'd indulge myself today. Besides, it wasn't me who was going to pay for it; it was my friend Carl who was offering to pay for lunch today. He never offered to buy me lunch before not in all the years that I had known him. But today, out of nowhere, he comes into my office at work insisting on buying me lunch today. I originally thought I shouldn't because I had some paperwork to catch up on, but I saw how Carl behaved when he asked me to lunch and there was something not right about him. He was very nervous, fidgeting and sticking his hands in his pockets, and it took him a long time to come out with what he needed to say. I knew something was wrong because Carl was never a nervous guy; he was a take charge type of person and knew exactly what to say at any moment. I knew something was wrong and what he really wanted was someone to talk to so I went to lunch with him... as long as he was buying. So here we were; me eating my cheeseburger and Carl just picking at bits and pieces at his food. I tried to engage him in conversation a few times but he wasn't responding. Finally I had enough of waiting for him to tell what was wrong so I decided to just come out and ask him. "Dude, what gives?" I asked. "You ask me out to lunch and you obviously have something on your mind that you wanted to talk about, so come out and say it." "Ok," he responded. "Here it goes. Remember that secretary I had last year, Alicia?" "Yes, the one you had the affair with and Jane found out." "You remember that Jane eventually forgave me and gave me a second chance as long as I got rid of Alicia from my office." "I remember, you broke it off with her and got her a better paying job somewhere else." "That's true, except for the part about me breaking it off with her." "What?" I yelled at him. "Are you kidding me? The last time Jane kicked out of the house for thee weeks. If she catches you again it's over." "I was coming to that part. Jane found out and she kicked me out." "Oh damn," I replied in sympathy. "Two weeks ago." "What? You're telling me this now!!" I yelled again. I had absolutely no idea that he was kicked out of the house. I saw absolutely nothing wrong in the last two weeks that would suggest anything like that. "Sorry Dave, I just thought I could handle this problem on my own. I've been living in a hotel the last two weeks and making up excuses of why you couldn't come over." "You should've told me." "I know, but like I said I didn't want to burden you." "Dude, I'm your friend. Let me help you with your burden." "Thanks Dave, that's kind of what I wanted to talk to you about." "What is it?" I asked. "Well, Jane said she'd give me another chance on a few conditions. First of all she wants me to completely cut it off with Alicia, for real this time. And this time I really did break it off with her." "As well you should, Jane is a good woman, I can't believe you would do this to her. You don't know how lucky you really are." "No, I guess not. The other condition is where you come in." "I'm glad to help in any way I can. What is it?" "Well, Jane wants me to feel the pain that I had caused her from this affair and in a way she feels that she too deserves a little ... extramarital fun as she put it." "Where are you getting at Carl?" "Dave, the only way that Jane would take me back is if you would have sex with her." I almost choked on a piece of my chili fries. What Carl said shocked me and caused a piece of the fries to fall into my throat and I started coughing it up immediately. After I started breathing again and took a drink of my soda I looked at Carl and tried to think of what I should say. But only one thing came to mind. "What the fuck are you talking about?" I asked. "She wants to have sex with you," he replied. "Is this some kind of a joke?" "Trust me, I wish it were a joke. But unfortunately no, it's not a joke. My wife wants to have sex with you." I really didn't know what to say. All sorts of thoughts came into my mind at once and I had no clue on how to respond to any of this. I couldn't even continue eating my cheeseburger. "I know this is too much for you to process," Carl began to say. "And trust me I didn't agree to this right away. I tried to talk to her in every possible way, trying to convince her to come up with another way for her to forgive me. But ultimately it came down to this one subject. She would only take me back if you, my best friend, would have sex with her." "I still don't know what to say," I replied. "You don't have to decide right now. Just give it some thought and tell me tomorrow." "If I do agree to this, would you be ok with it?" I asked. "It's not an ideal situation, I don't like it really. But if I had to choose divorce or this, I'd much rather have not get divorced." "What about our friendship?" "It would still be ok. Like I said, it wouldn't be ideal, but I could live with you having sex with Jane just this one time." He put some money on the counter and got up to from his seat. "Can you give me an answer tomorrow?" he asked. "Sure, tomorrow should be enough time to think about it." He left and I went back to finishing my cheeseburger. For the rest of the day I had trouble concentrating on my work at the office because all I could do was think of what Carl had asked me to do in order to save his marriage. To some people the idea would sound great to them and they would jump at the chance at having sex with a friend's hot wife but I couldn't even think about doing it. Sure, Jane was a very sexy woman, and I would be lying if I said that I have never had any thoughts of being with her before every now and then. But she was my best friend's wife; even with his permission I had trouble convincing myself that I should go through with it. When I got home I had trouble concentrating on anything else. I couldn't even watch my mixed martial arts programs because my mind went to Jane and Carl. I decided that I would have to speak to Jane myself to see if there was any other way. I turned off the TV, changed my clothes and went over to Jane's house. It was nearly 11pm when I got to Jane's apartment. She answered the door wearing a silk robe, underneath it I could tell that she was wearing a black negligee and if it's the one that Carl had always described to me then I would have even more trouble concentrating on talking to Jane. "Hey Dave," she said with a big smile on her face. "I was hoping to see you real soon." "I spoke to Carl today," I said. "He told me everything." "I'm sure he did," she said as she put her hand on my shoulder. I took her hand and gently took it away. "I think we need to talk," I told her. "Talk," she said as she rolled up her eyes in annoyance. "Ok, fine, come in and let's talk." She led me inside her apartment and asked me to sit down next to her on the couch. As she sat down I couldn't help noticing how the silk rode rose up above her knees. Jane was a beautiful woman; she long auburn hair that curled a little at the ends, her green eyes were bright and entrancing, it was difficult not to get lost in them. Her body was something that most artists would kill to make sculptures of; she had an excellent hourglass figure that if Carl was correct at telling him was a 36-25-36. I had to force myself to look away from her legs before I get aroused and risk her noticing. "Listen," I began to say. "I understand why you're upset with Carl but this isn't the way to get back at him." "No, this is the perfect way," she said. "No it isn't, you see—" "Let me tell you something," she interrupted me. "I was always faithful to Carl. I have had plenty of chances to cheat on him in the past. There have been plenty of guys at the gym who still ask me out even though I have repeatedly turned them down. I've had thoughts about being with her people; I'm only human, I have those urges as well. But I always keep those urges locked away because I love Carl. And despite this incredible amount of betrayal on his part I still love him. But I can't do it until I make him see how much he had hurt me." "But can't you just have sex with someone else? He seems to be ok with it because of what he did to you." "I know, it was him who first suggested that I sleep with someone else," she said. "And I won't have a problem with it because now I deserve to have some fun of my own and be with another person. But he thinks that by me sleeping with someone else would only make us even and he wouldn't have to feel guilty of how much he hurt me. If I'm going to make us even I would have to sleep with you because only with his best friend can I make him see what he had done to me." I had nothing else to say, it was obvious that Jane had thought everything through and I couldn't change her mind. I told her I would still have to think about it and left the apartment. Driving home I thought about everything that Jane had to say. And I thought of her in that robe and what was beneath that robe. When I got home I couldn't resist the urge I went to the bathroom and began masturbating thinking of having sex with Jane. Afterwards I thought that that would be the closest thing that I would get to having sex with Jane because I just don't think I could bring myself to have sex with my best friend's wife no matter how tempted I was. The next day, Carl took me out to lunch again. And I told him everything; how I met with Jane trying to convince her of finding another way, and what she had told me, and how ultimately I decided not to do it. "What the hell are you talking about?" Carl said. "I just can't do it, I'm sorry." "I can't believe it. You know most guys would kill for a chance like this." "No, not most guys. This isn't the movies, or some late night movie on cinemax, or one of those erotic stories on some website." "You mean like literotica.com?" "Yes like that. This is real life not some story. In real life, most guys, like me, could not bring themselves to sleep with their friend's wives. I'm sorry, it does sound appealing, but I just can't do it." "Alright," Carl said with disappointment. "I guess I can't blame you for saying no." "Don't worry, I'm sure in time Jane would forget about all of this. Maybe you could mention marriage counseling to her, it might help out." "I'll give it a try," he said. A week had gone by and I was sitting at home watching TV when someone started banging on my door. "Dave I've got to speak to you." It was Carl. I ran to the door and opened it to see him in a frazzled state with tears were running down his face. "Dude, what happened?" I asked. "This happened," he replied holding up a manila envelope. He handed me the envelope as he walked inside to the kitchen. He took out a six pack of beer as I took out the papers of the envelope and saw that it was divorce papers. "Oh shit," I said. "Shit is right," Carl replied then taking a big swig of one of the beers. I took one of the beers and drank it as I read the papers. "I can't believe it has come to this," I said. "Can you blame her? I cheated on her for over a year; even I know I deserve this." "I could recommend you a good lawyer. I know this guy—" "I don't need a lawyer," he interrupted. "What I need is you?" "Me?" "Yes, you Dave," he said. "Jane said that the deal is on. If she has sex with you, she would take me back." "That again?" "Yes, Dave. You." "Carl, you've got to understand—" He walked over to me, got on his knees and grabbed my hand. "Please, Dave. Don't give me that bullshit anymore. I understand your reasons, but can you please put them all aside for now? You're not being a good friend by not sleeping with my wife; in this case you're being a bad friend by not sleeping with her. So please, please, have sex with my wife. I beg of you. I will change, I will never cheat on her again, I will do anything, just please have sex with her. I love her so much." He face was bright red with tears gushing out of his like rivers. I have never seen a man behave in such a way before. I didn't think he was being pathetic, maybe a little though, but I could understand where he was coming from. He really loved her and was willing to do anything for her. If that meant for me to sleep with his wife in order to save his marriage then who am I to say no. "Ok, Carl. I'll do it. I'll have sex with your wife." He stood up and gave me a huge hug. "Thank you, thank you so much. I never thought I would be so happy to have my best friend fuck my wife." Who would? I convinced him to stop crying and go to the bathroom to clean himself up. He came out of the bathroom looking refreshed and I handed him a beer. I knew he probably felt bad about how he acted so I got him to watch some mixed martial arts with me; just one episode would make any man feel like a man again. Afterwards he left and I promised him before he left my apartment that tomorrow night I would be over at his wife's place and have sex with her. "Just promise me one thing," he asked. "What is it?" "Just don't let her suck your dick." "Don't worry, I won't. I just fuck her and leave her." "Thanks Dave." The next night I was at Jane's front door. I was dressed in a suit; I had just shaved and put on some of my best cologne. I knocked on the door and Jane opened it. It was obvious that she was expecting me; I think Carl must have told her I would, and she was just as prepared as I was. Instead of the robe that she wore the last time I was here, she was now at the front door wearing a black lacy bra that pushed up her breast high; it came along with a matching thong and fishnets stockings being held up by garter belts, and high heel shoes. In her one hand was a bottle of brandy and the other hand to glasses. "I've been expecting you," she said with a devilish smile on her face. "I can see," I replied. I tried not to show it but I was completely aroused by now. Jane had always been a sexy woman, never to shy to show some leg or cleavage even in casual situations, but I have never seen her in this way. She asked me to come in and I followed her, my eyes did nothing but follow that great round ass of hers. We got to the living room where she had the music playing and handed me one of her glasses. She poured me some brandy and we both took a sip. "I have to admit something," she began to say. "Not only is this a way to get back at Carl, but I've always wondered what it would be like to have sex with you. Have you ever felt the same way?" "Well," I said before I gulped the last amount of brandy. "Sure, I have in the past thought of what it would be like." "That's good," she said and finished her brandy. She came up to me slowly and put her hands behind my neck. She tried to pull me toward her but she didn't have to, I was entranced in her green eyes and my head just moved in and pressed my lips on to hers. We held each other there in a passionate embrace, not letting go. I completely forgot about Carl, and all my other inhibitions about why I couldn't sleep with Jane. All I could think of now was how much I wanted to fuck Jane right here and now. We didn't hesitate any more than we had to. She guided me to her bedroom along the way she was taking off pieces of my clothing until I was in my boxer shorts. She shut the door behind us and then slammed me against it. She got down on her knees and pulled down my boxer shorts. My cock, fully erect shot up and hit her in the side of her face. She grabbed it with one hand and began stroking it. She looked up at me as she did it and then looked down at my cock with a hungry look in her eyes. She opened her mouth wide and guided it to the opening of her mouth. "Wait," I snapped at her. She looked up at me. "What is it?" she asked. At that moment I remembered the promise that I gave Carl that I wouldn't let her suck my dick. But looking down at her with my dick in her hand and her sexy body I didn't know what the hell I was thinking making her stop. To hell with Carl and his promise, I want my dick sucked by his wife. "Sorry, never mind. You can go ahead now." "Thank you," she said. "I've wanted one in my mouth for a long time." She opened up her mouth again and slid my entire cock right into her mouth and it didn't stop until it reached the back and she gagged on it. She slowly moved her head away until her lips were at my foreskin then took it all in her mouth again. Her mouth was firmly sealed around the shaft of my cock, her tongue wiggled against it as she pulled the cock in and out of her mouth. She was now pumping it into her mouth faster and faster, the sensation was indescribable. It took me a while to notice but I saw that she had one hand in her panties and she was rubbing herself as she was sucking me off. When she was done she pulled my cock out of her mouth and gave a big sigh. There was a strand of her saliva that ran from the end of my cock to her mouth and quickly broke away. She gave it one more suck in her mouth before she stood up. "I love sucking on man meat," she said. "It's been such a long time since I got to eat one." She kissed me hard again and guided me to the bed. She took off her bra, her tits were more beautiful than I imagined. It was a perfect round C-cup shape with her nipples hard and erect. I grabbed one of them and it was warm and soft like a cotton pillow. I got her on the bed and then I got on top of her. I kissed her hard again; I loved the warmth and wetness of her mouth. I began kissing her neck, she really responded to that. I moved downward to her breasts and began sucking on each one of them. She held my head to her breasts like I was a baby; she seamed to like having me bite and pull on her nipples. I then moved down to her crotch. I pulled her panties off and began playing with her clit. Jane held her hands to her head as I began sticking my fingers into her. I lowered my head between her legs and started licking her up. "Oh yes, that's it!" she cried out. She grabbed my head with both hands as she pulled my head closer to her pussy. My mouth was wide as I had her in my mouth, my tongue just lashed out at her clit like a hurricane. Her pussy was getting hotter and wetter the longer I did it. Finally, Jane screamed out loud and her body heaved upward as her body exploded. She relaxed herself and let go of my head as I pulled myself away from her pussy. "You don't know how much I need that," she said. "I haven't cum since before I got married." Damn, she really did deserve to have this. I moved up on her, kissing her body all the way up to her mouth. I guided my cock to the edge of her pussy and shoved it all in. She cringed in from the pain and gave out a scream. "Are you ok?" I asked. "I'm fine," she said. "I'm just not used to having one that big in me. Please continue." Now I knew how sexually frustrated she was because my cock was an average size, and if that was big with her, that meant that Carl really didn't have anything to satisfy her with. I started pumping my cock in side of her as fast and hard. I only began with minimal effort but I saw how easily Jane was aroused by every push inside of her. "Oh yes, just like that," she cried out. "I never had it so good." I looked at her face she was crying and smiling at the same time. She must have been telling the truth, she really never had it so good until now. I decided to give her more to be happy about as I gave her everything I got and went as fast and hard as I could. I was a regular human jackhammer; I wouldn't stop no matter how much she screamed out in pain. She held me tightly, her nails digging and scratching my back. She had an orgasm right there, as it happened she bit me real hard on the shoulder. I screamed out in pain but still kept fucking her until she let go of that bite. To Save a Marriage Not everything is what it seems. Not everything works out the way you think it will. No explicit sex. I don't do that. ++++++++++++++ We were there for a long weekend, Friday to Monday that is. The low cost flight that bought us to the island then took the previous week's crowd back home, and so it went on, week in and week out. There'd been problems in the marriage, and this week was hopefully going to cure them. The island? One of the many off the coast of Spain, and renowned for its tomatoes and its tourist trade. And sangria And the sun! And its beaches! And I have to admit, its lack of bikini tops! "Come on Penny," I cajoled her. "Stop being such a prude. Why don't you just take your top off and be done with it?" "Oh you'd like that wouldn't you," she grinned back at me. "Let all the other guys on this beach see my tits." "Why not," I laughed back, pulling a face at her. "Most of the other women on the beach seem to be topless." "So why not ogle them then?" "Your tits are so much better," I countered, my comment having an awful lot of truth in it, even though there were some pretty fit girls around us. "What a smooth talker," Penny sighed, and without further ado, reached behind her back, undid her bikini top and discarded it. "Wow!" 'Shut up or I'll put it back on," she threatened with a smile a foot wide. So I did. Laid back with a self satisfied smirk on my face, enjoying that odd satisfaction that this woman, my woman, was displaying her near naked body, tits and all, off to all and sundry, and more specifically to the many sets of male eyes seeking out the more attractive sights on the foreshore. It had taken the whole first day to get her to go topless, but it was worth the wait, her breasts being pretty spectacular. Not so much the size, which was more than acceptable, as the shape and firmness, the pair of them sticking out like a pair of melons and her hard dark nipples angled up at a challenging angle. Wonderful! It had been nothing but sand, sea and sex, the two of us going at it at every opportunity. It was like the honeymoon that we'd certainly never taken, fucking one another just like a couple who'd never done it together before might do. And now it seemed complete, and I'd be taking Penny home with sun-tanned tits, just as I'd promised. -------- "Time to go Penny," I announced some time later, having twice watched her liberally applying sun tan oil to her newly exposed areas, aware that I wasn't the only one enjoying the action. Aware also that she seemed to be enjoying the attention as much as her admirers, a slightly embarrassed grin on her face as she fondled her breasts, pretending that she was unaware of the effect she was having. "OK Tom," Penny agreed somewhat reluctantly. "Time to be getting back to our hotel." She tugged her tight little pair of shorts back on, slipped on the sexy pair of wedged sandals that I'd bought her earlier, grabbed her towel and bag and stood there waiting for me. "Here's your top," I offered, tossing it over to her. "Hang on to it for me Tom," she surprised me with, throwing it back to me. "I don't need it till we leave the beach." Cheeky bitch for sure, but I wasn't complaining, as I followed in her wake, noting the swivelling eyes as Penny strode up the beach, having to imagine quite how her full breasts would be swaying and bouncing with every step she took. "Here's your top Penny," I offered again when we reached the end of the beach and started to step up onto the promenade, pleasantly surprised that she'd made it that far without covering up. "No hurry," Penny replied hesitantly, and my earlier surprise turned to astonishment as she casually strode off down the road that skirted the beach, her bare breasts swaying freely to and fro, attracting surprised looks from other people as we passed them. Not sure which of us had the silliest grin on our face, but I certainly observed quite a few guys faces lightening up with a smile as we approached them. Difficult to explain why when there were plenty of women topless just down on the beach a few metres away, that Penny's bold venture should cause such excitement, but it did. Oh boy did it! "Your top Penny," I offered her yet again, a little more urgently as we approached the point where we had to cross the road and make our way up one of the fairly busy, narrow shopping streets, discovering that my nerve was cracking before hers was. "We agreed that this week was to explore new experiences Tom," she reminded me with a seductive smile. "You're not backing down are you?" I guess that's the point where the proverbial conch finally passed hands from me to her, no longer having to encourage her to show off a bit more skin, and indeed beginning to become concerned about just how far she was going to push this. "You're serious?" I demanded, hardly believing that Penny meant to walk up that busy street completely topless. "You going to stop me?" She replied, her smile widening even further; my sigh and a shrug of my shoulders all I could manage, but proving enough of an answer for her. "Oh my sainted aunts," I mumbled under my breath as we then proceeded slowly up the road, the light crowds seeming to part to make way for us, as disbelieving shoppers reacted differently, hardly believing their eyes. A few, just a few, frowned in disapproval, mainly women of course but surprisingly a handful of men. But the great majority reacted as I imagine I would myself. A look, a second look and then a third, and then a smile and often a gesture of approval, which could be anything from a grin, simple nod of the head to a few simple words. 'Nice' and 'well done' and such things were heard a number of times, 'Lucky sod', aimed at me of course, and even 'Nice pair miss', from some of the younger admirers. It was only then that I realised that Penny had taken a firm hold on my hand, confirming that she wasn't quite as blasé' about the whole thing as she was acting. "You OK?" I whispered. "Fine," Penny croaked back. "Just don't you dare stop to look in any shop windows." "There's that gift shop you wanted to look in just up ahead of us," I teased her. "Don't you dare Tom," she gasped, blushing wildly, and grasping my hand even tighter, and urging me onwards. -------- Then suddenly we were through it; or at least we'd negotiated the busy street with her breasts much admired but seemingly untouched by human hand as far as I could make out, our hotel clearly visible just a hundred yards or so further up the road. "Top," she suddenly announced, holding out her hand. "Who's backing down now Penny," I turned the tables on her, my earlier reticence at her extraordinary behaviour a thing of the past. "You want a knee in the balls?" I gave her the top of course, and we wandered through the hotel lobby, collected our key and it was up a flight of stairs to find our bedroom, where she promptly raped me. OK, maybe not, but Penny had my shirt off before we got through the door, and had my shorts halfway down before I'd even managed to get her top back off. An hour later and though I could have laid claim to a draw, I conceded defeat, only for her to claim the victors spoils. Yet again that is! --------- The evening meal passed in a blur, not so much as the food lacking appeal, as the ebullient mood that I found Penny to be in. The fun she'd had earlier in the day had certainly gone to her head, and perhaps this was just what the marriage needed. We'd see soon enough! "Shall we try out that club tonight Tom?" I took not so much as a question as an order, and though the 'clubbing scene' had never really been my scene, I readily agreed. "I'd better go back up and change," Penny told me. "You look fine honey," I replied, and she did! Skin tight jeans that I'd had to help her zip up since they were so form fitting, the same wedged high heels from earlier that she'd taken such a liking to, and a loose flowing top that offered more than enough ventilation through the plunging neckline and scooped out armholes. "I fancy wearing something more sexy," she complained with a mock pout. "You couldn't look more sexy," I assured her, as I led her out of the restaurant and towards the reception to leave our key. "Besides, I really like the outfit you've got on." "Ok Tom," she reluctantly agreed, and popped into the ladies loo before we left, only to emerge just a few moments later with a huge grin on her face. "What have you been up to?" I asked suspiciously, and not without reason. "Never mind," she laughed, as she pressed something into my hand. "Ask the reception to hang on to this till we get back." I thought I handled it pretty well all things considered, but nothing compared to the receptionist who never turned a hair. Perhaps in those parts they are used to being handed bras to look after when couples go out for the evening! --------- As I said I'm not a clubbing type, but I did enjoy myself that night. The booze was OK, but the views were exceptional, girls who spend the day topless on the beach, being somewhat less fussy about what they exposed in the evening. Penny though was relatively well covered up, unless she bent over, which she seemed to do whenever the opportunity presented itself. She danced an awful lot more than I did, and once I reminded myself what this week was supposed to be about, and stopped worrying too much about where her partners were putting their hands, then it passed pleasantly enough. Only a couple of times did I have to gently warn her to calm things down, when one guy in particular started to take too many liberties and nigh on got her top right off in the middle of the dance floor, which Penny didn't seem to be too bothered about. I suppose the way she was enjoying herself, it had to happen of course at some stage. "Tom honey," she asked, with a grin that was at least partly fuelled by a glass of wine too many. "That nice young man over there has asked if I want to go back to his hotel with him." "And what did you tell him?" "I said I had to ask you," she sighed. "No Penny," was my answer, and I left it at that. "That's what I told him you'd say," she laughed out loud. "How about we invite him back to our room for some fun?" "Absolutely not Penny," I hissed angrily. "I told you no threesomes. I was very definite about that when we agreed about this week end." "I didn't fancy him that much anyway," Penny averted any conflict with, and with a dismissive wave in his general direction, grabbed my arm and dragged me, not unwillingly by then, over to the exit and out onto the street. The receptionist, a completely different one, handed Penny her bra back with our key, again without so much as a comment, though he couldn't keep the smile off his face, and within moments we were back in our room, me having hurried her along the corridor, having struggled with her in the lift, trying to stop her from taking her clothes off. Wouldn't have been so bad if it had been empty! ---------- The following morning dawned, bright and sunny as normal. At least I suppose it did, as much like the previous mornings we didn't see much of it, either too exhausted from the long night of activities beforehand, or Penny's insistence that we investigate other possibilities. This was hardly the girl that I'd known for six years by then, and I was dreading the weekend coming to an end. "Beach or pool today?" I gave her the choice. "Beach," Penny piped up. "How about we try the far end today." "You're sure?" "Why not?" And why not indeed? The part of the beach nearest the town was mainly aimed at families, and the middle part, where we'd been up till then, somewhat more open minded shall we say, and featured an awful lot less bikini tops. 'The far end', about half a mile further along was ... Well it was the far end! It was a nude beach, and an area much frequented by the Germans, Swedes and the Dutch, who it seemed didn't count it as a holiday unless they could strip off and show off bodies. However! Now at this point I have to confess to a bit of a phobia! I didn't like the idea of showing my dick off. Never had! No, I don't mean where girls were concerned, and safe in the knowledge that you'll have to take my word for it, I was quite proud of what I sported, and by the way, I'd never had a problem in communal showers! But the idea of showing my Johnson off on a public beach terrified me, much as the thought of being naked with another guy in a threesome had. Some weird form of homophobia maybe, but whatever, I couldn't do anything about it. But how could I refuse? What a way to spice up a marriage. ----------- I chickened out though. Did you hear that? I chickened out at the last moment. I started off quite confidently, quite buoyant at the thought of all those naked chicks for me to enjoy, and indeed excited at the thought of Penny getting all her kit off. But the closer we got, then the more nervous I became. I can't explain it and it's just the way I am. Maybe something happened in my childhood that I'd long since forgotten. We turned the last corner finding the beach stretching out there before us. Oh shit! My stomach turned, having hoped and prayed that there'd be a good sprinkling of sun-worshippers who hadn't stripped off completely, only to find that I couldn't see a single one. Worse, I couldn't actually seem to see all that many younger women, not at least any that were worth looking at. Oh Shit! It seemed to be full of middle-aged beer gutted Europeans, with their equally unattractive overweight wives. "Not quite what you were hoping for Tom," Penny giggled, seeing my dismay. "No! Let's go," I panicked. "Look there's a group of younger people over there," Penny told me, grabbing my arm and dragging me towards them. "No!" "What's up Tom," she demanded frowning at me. "That younger crowd seem to be having fun." Oh the good earth, please open up and swallow my embarrassment. What could I say? What could I do? I searched desperately for an escape, completely incapable of going anywhere near the male dominated group without my clothes on, despite the two or three pretty young girls that were with them, equally naked. "Too much sun," I burst out in desperation, searching for a way out. "What?" "Too much sun yesterday," I mumbled hopelessly, fighting for my breath, feeling a complete idiot for reacting that way. "You don't look too good Tom," Penny remarked, and I'm sure she was speaking the absolute truth the way I was feeling, on the edge of a panic attack. "There's a bench there in the shade Tom," she pointed out and led me over to it, plonking me down in relief when I got there. "Maybe we ought to be getting back Penny," I ventured, having settled down. "No way Tom. Not with you in this state," she insisted. "It's a long walk back in the sun, so you better stay here in the shade for a while." Trapped! Not so bad though, as the three pretty young things were still prancing around quite naked just a hundred yards or so away, as long as I could blank out the fit young men who were chasing them. "Dutch," Penny commented after we'd been sat there quietly for a short while. "Probably," I agreed, aware that Penny was more of a linguist than me. Another awkward silence followed, with Penny beginning to fidget, while I began to start to feel uncomfortable. I was about to tell her that I felt a bit better and we could be heading back, when Penny beat me to the draw. "You sit here for a while Tom," she suggested, perhaps I should have said insisted. "I'm just going down onto the beach to top up my tan." "Do you have to?" Yes bloody pathetic, but that's how I felt. "Yes I do Tom," Penny shot back, her patience waning and the first hint of annoyance peeping through. "This holiday was supposed to be about trying out new things. Being adventurous, and that's what I'm going to do." With that, she let go of my hand, stood up and began to walk away, towards the beach, only stopping after a few steps to look back sympathetically. She smiled and I smiled back, and she was on her way again, not stopping on the edge of the beach as I'd expected, but striding confidently over towards where the Dutch crowd were still milling around, only stopping when she found herself almost alongside them. They noticed her. Of course they damn well noticed her. Penny was a very noticeable woman at any time, but dressed just in those tiny tight shorts, her breasts straining her skimpy top and with her long blonde hair swinging behind her in a pony tail, then what normal man wouldn't notice her? Especially when it was pretty obvious why she was there, and that the odds were she was about to take her all clothes off. Two of the Dutch guys stopped what they were doing, and stood there watching her, soon to be joined, even if less obviously so, by several of the others. Even from where I was, I saw Penny smile at them, before taking the hem of her top and without hesitation throwing it off, soon to be followed by her shorts as she wriggled out of them, leaving her stood there naked except for the flimsy panties, not having chosen to wear her bikini bottoms, having no intention of keeping them on anyway. Penny slipped her thumbs into the side of her panties, and then stopped, boldly looking up to confront the stares of the men watching her strip, no doubt seeing the effect that it was having on them, them being unable to hide it. She grinned, the big, dark haired guy nodded his head and grinned back, and Penny slowly, saucily, slipped her panties down. Strewth! I know I'd agreed that other than a threesome, then anything could be possible this week, but I somehow hadn't prepared myself for this. What a bloody way to save a marriage? He held out his hand, she stepped forward and took it, and within moments Penny was drawn into the middle of the young crowd, seeming to swallow her up. I did see her new fancy man slip his hand round her waist, claiming her for himself, but from what I'd seen earlier, I doubted that he would be the only one touching her. Knowing Penny, I doubted whether she'd be able to keep her hands off him either, and since he was in the nude, I had little doubt what part of him her hands would be seeking. Heartache! I can't think of another way to describe it. I knew what I was letting myself in for, but I didn't know it would be this hard. No idea at all. The next thing Penny was joining in the horseplay that the group had been amusing the surrounding sunbathers with, little more than an excuse for the men to feel up the girls, the men at least, grateful for Penny's presence, to even up the numbers. She forgot me. I swear she did if only for a while, not once looking back in my direction. Eventually one of the guys bought her down in a rough approximation to a rugby tackle, and there they stayed, squirming up against one another, oblivious to all and sundry around them, oblivious to any sense of decency. Maybe he fucked her right there and then, and maybe he didn't. I couldn't see, only that the man was big and dark haired of course. What I could detect though were looks of disapproval from a number of people on the beach nearer to where I was. The same people that had no doubt seen Penny arrive with me, leave me sat there, and then go off, strip, and cavort with the Dutch group. Disapproval at her actions, and even worse somehow looks of pity aimed at me. If only they knew, but they didn't of course. It was those looks that broke my resolve, and especially when I heard a couple of them laughing, so gathering up my things, I took one last look at what Penny was up to, and walked wearily away. To Save a Marriage I didn't know it would be this hard. -------- I didn't expect to see Penny back straight away but when I still found myself sat round the pool on my own, later on that afternoon, then I was getting well pissed off. Even more pissed off when she eventually did arrive back at the hotel, because I had at least expected her to be on her own. That's right, she had Dutch lover boy in tow with her. "Hi Tom," Penny greeted me with a smile as if everything was perfectly normal. "Got over your sun problem?" "Who's this and why's he here?" I grunted, ignoring her remark. "Johannes," the man himself introduced himself, offering me his hand, which I pretended not to notice. "You here ok for a while Tom?" Penny asked, just a trace of doubt in her voice. "Why?" "Well Johannes here is sharing a room with three of his friends," she replied, her nervousness even more pronounced. "What's that got to do with me Penny?" I demanded, fighting to keep my temper in check, even though I pretty well knew what the answer was going to be. "Well Tom," she started, her confidence suddenly beginning to desert her. "I thought that maybe Johannes and me could enjoy a bit of private time together." "In our bedroom?" "Well ... Yes." "To do what?" "What do you think?" "Tell me." "What do you think? To fuck of course," Penny burst out, loosing her cool at last, which I guess was the most I could hope for. "And what if I don't agree to that Penny," I pushed her even further. "We've already discussed this Tom and you knew that it might happen, so don't turn shitty on me or else I'll go and find another room somewhere else." Well, what could I do? Lots of things of course, but she was right and this possible scenario had been discussed when we'd planned this holiday, and at the time it had seemed so exciting, even though reality was proving somewhat different. So I simply shrugged my shoulders in resignation, rolled over and let the pair of them get on with it. "Thank you Tom," the Dutchman left with, seemingly with no idea of the confrontation that had just taken place, while Penny left without another word. What a way to save a marriage. I didn't know it would be this hard. ------- I thought I'd show her. Sort of get my own back. Tempted as I was to go back to the room and confront them, I decided to try another tack. The evening was falling, so slipping on my trousers over my swimming shorts; I threw my tee shirt in the bin and bought a new casual shirt from the shop in the foyer. I was going out for the evening. I was going out on the pull. What was good for the goose was good for the gander, or should it be the other way around? I had a drink or two in one of the local bars, and then made my way to a nightclub. The only one I knew of course was the one we'd been to previously so I made my way there, only to discover that unlike the previous evening when I'd been with a pretty girl, that I had to pay to get in. And they say life's not fair on women? I had a good time I have to admit, dancing with a selection of attractive young girls, most of them clad in no more than they had been the last time. That made for enjoyable views during the faster dances, and even more interesting times in the slow ones. But it didn't get me beyond that. It could have done and would have done maybe, having more or less settled on a pretty little redhead, who seemed to be happy to be settled on, when my world turned upside down again. There she was, Penny! Penny and what was his name ... Johannes, and looking like a couple made in heaven. She had on her little blue dress, the one she'd declined to wear for me a the previous night before she'd thrown caution to the wind, the dress that had been slipped into her suitcase without her knowing. It was small and I can't think of any better description, other than to say that it was every bit as revealing as any other girl there had on. Wouldn't claim it to be more so, because that probably wouldn't be possible and still be able to claim some vestiges of decency. She had the legs for it of course, which was just as well as the frilly skirt hardly covered her bottom, and that was before friend Johannes started to have some fun with her. I watched in some confusion as he playfully bunched her skirt up behind her, exposing her thong covered arse despite her giggled protests, none of which even to me seemed to be too serious. He soon had her dress up to her waist, much to his friends' amusement, and a few other lookers on as well for that matter. It was only when one of those friends went behind her, stooped down, and yanked her panties down to her ankles, that I'd had my full, and only then that I realised I'd lost my little redhead somewhere, anyway. "Penny!" I cried aloud, striding up to where they were trying to get her to step out of her panties. "What the fuck are you playing at?" "Oh there you are Tom," she slurred her reply, having obviously had a fair bit to drink. "Where have you been?" "What do you care?" I threw back at her, causing Johannes and his friends to burst out laughing, clearly having at least matched my wife drink for drink, or whatever else it was that they'd been using. "Don't be like that honey," she grinned at me, well beyond knowing or caring about the mood I was in, and unworried that she was stood there facing me with her skirt up to her waist, and her panties now nowhere to be seen. "There's a party down on the beach tonight and we're just leaving. Do you want to tag along?" "Yer, come on man. Lots of booze and plenty of women. You'll be sure to score," Johannes added, not even recognising who I was or that we'd even met before I suspect, and dragging Penny's skirt up even further, her tits as well as her pussy threatening to slide into view. "I'll see you down there later," I told them, not wishing them to realise that I was easing Penny away from them, pretending to take her for a dance, but actually guiding her over to the exit. "I lost my panties," she giggled, half out of it, I suspected high on some drug, as well as booze, something that she wasn't used to using. "I want my panties," she sobbed drunkenly when I didn't respond or let her go back for them. "We'll get you some more," I promised her, and that seemed to satisfy her, and by the time I'd found a taxi she was out on her feet and I had to pour her into it. If that wasn't bad enough, then getting her out of the taxi and up to our room was a nightmare; Penny determined to get her dress off and me struggling to keep it on her while I manoeuvred her through reception and back to our room. And Jesus what a mess I found there. The place smelled like a whorehouse, and looked like a bomb had hit it. I threw her on the bed where she went straight off to sleep, and with the state of the bed, I had no intention of joining her there. I tried to clear up a bit, but gave up in disgust when I found not just one pair of strange men's underpants but two. What the hell had Penny been up to? What a way to save ... Oh what the fuck! ---------- I got no apologies in the morning, but that was no surprise because when I left the room around ten she was still fast asleep and didn't emerge till the middle of the afternoon. "My head's sore," she winced, screwing her eyes up. "No wonder. You deserve it," I answered her, taking pleasure in her distress. "What did I do?" Penny asked like a little girl lost. "You don't remember?" "Not much," she replied. "I went sunbathing, got chatting to that Dutch crowd and I don' remember too much after that. Why did you go off and leave me?" "Did they give you anything? Pills or anything?" "No, just gave me a cigarette, but I don't smoke so it made me feel funny." "You accepted a cigarette from a young Dutchman?" "I guess so." "More fool you Penny!" And that's just about all I got out of her for the rest of the day. A day I spent round the pool topping up my tan, and she spent it back in the room feeling sorry for herself. Not sure who cleaned the room up, but when I eventually made my way back up there late afternoon, it was pretty well back to normal. "Fancy some dinner?" I asked, not surprised when she shook her head and buried herself back under the bedclothes. "I'll see you later then," I threw back over my shoulder as I left the room a little later, showered and changed and ready for the evening. All I got back in response was a groan. I was no longer sure how the hell this was supposed to save a marriage. ------- Suitably fed and watered, I made my way back to that very same club, and again had to pay entry. I was looking for something and I wasn't too fussy as long as it had tits, legs and a pussy. What I didn't expect within five minutes of getting there was, "You back again Tom." The accent was Croatian, but of course the only reason I knew that was because it was spoken by a very pretty, little redhead. A redhead who apparently wasn't at all pissed that I'd lost interest in her the previous evening, and who's skirt was even shorter than the one that had previously attracted my attention. We said things. Don't ask me what because it was all standard drivel, the same as is used in the mating game the world over. Much as was her question whether it would be my place or hers. Oh I was tempted, I can tell you. To have taken Ola back to our room and flaunted her in front of Penny would have been very satisfying, but of course I found my satisfaction elsewhere. Back to her room, only to find that though I'd been with girls who wore panties but no bra, despite the brevity of her little skirt, this was to prove my first time for the other way round. Perhaps if her tits hadn't been so bloody huge then she wouldn't have bothered with either. What Ola did with me, and I chose my words carefully, was at the limit of my experience. I thought back to the looks I'd got from other guys when I'd walked out with Ola and that I'd taken to be jealousy, and decided that they were in fact pity. She was an ex gymnast, working as the sports director of a local hotel, was as fit as a fiddle and could do things with her body that may well have been illegal. She also outlasted me and I'd always considered myself a bit of a stud on the quiet. We parted the next morning with no talk of a repeat performance, Ola aware that she'd wrung me out dry, and me wishing to make sure that I survived to my next birthday. ------ "Where the hell have you been?" I was greeted with on re-entering our hotel room. A good night's sleep obviously having bought her back to the land of the living. "Fucking," I spat back at her, believing honesty is always the best policy. "Who?" "Does it matter?" "You bastard," Penny attacked me. "You know what this week was all about. That I could play around with other men if I wanted. That's what was agreed" "And I can't play around with other women then?" I challenged her. "Asshole," Penny spat at me, and grabbing her bag made for the door. "Enjoy yourself sweetie," I mocked her. "Oh I will," she grunted back. "I'll soon find someone who appreciated what I've got between my legs more than you do." My reply, which I was a little disappointed about anyway, rebounded back from the door that she'd just slammed. That went well, didn't it? --------- Breakfast was good if a little later than normal, and after a stroll round the local area I found myself back at our hotel, wondering what I might do for the rest of the day, wondering quite how this week's holiday had gone so badly wrong, when we'd been so hopeful. Letting myself back into our room, the last thing I expected to find there was Penny. "Sorry Tom," she whispered almost inaudibly. And I stood there in surprise, not knowing how to reply. "I was out of order Tom," she went on. "What I did yesterday was unforgivable." "It was the day before yesterday actually," I corrected her, wondering where this was going. "Whatever Tom," Penny sighed, standing up for the first time. "What will it take to get back to where we were a few days ago?" In point of fact, Penny answered her own question, having left her robe on the settee as she stood, leaving her there in those sexy bloody high heels again and absolutely nothing else. "Well?" She smiled hopefully, but I never really gave her a proper answer, it being difficult to speak when your mouth is full of lovely soft breast. Maybe this could be the way to save a marriage after all! ------- The flight back was quiet, the last couple days of our holiday proving to be even better than the first two. Extra quiet in fact as we arrived late due to our activities and ended up with seats several aisles away from one another. We met back up together again in the terminal at Gatwick, found my car and spent a quiet drive back into London. We both had a lot of things to think about, aware that we were both back on our way to reality. "Are you coming in?" Penny asked when I pulled up in front of her house. "Not sure Penny," I replied quietly. "Don't you want to spend some private time with Dave?" "This was all my stupid husband's idea in the first place Tom," she reminded me. "Put some spice back into our relationship, he said. Get yourself a boyfriend. Go off for the week-end with him and enjoy yourself." "I know things weren't good between you two," I commiserated. "But I'm glad you picked me Penny." "I picked well didn't I?" Penny giggled, stroking my jaw affectionately. "And you got a free holiday paid for by my silly husband." "That's not all I got," I laughed back and gave her left tit a squeeze, maybe the last one for some time, if not for ever. "Sure you won't come in Tom?" "No Penny," I replied, knowing that I didn't want to be a spare wheel when she met up with her husband Dave again. "I'll be getting home." Penny reluctantly climbed out of my car, and I followed her to her front door, carrying her case for her, thinking that was the end of our adventure. I was wrong! "I think you deserve a souvenir of our week together," Penny said, smiling at me cheekily. "I've got lots of memories." "But you haven't got a bra though, have you." "Don't wear one," I quipped back, grinning, wondering what she was up to. "Have this one," Penny giggled, shrugging off her top, followed by her bra, which she handed to me. I think I gulped! If I didn't then I sure swallowed very, very deeply, and it turned out I'd been wrong earlier, as I got another even better fondle of her lovely breasts. Let's see how Dave handles me returning home like this," Penny laughed, giving her bare tits a squeeze. "It'll serve the sod right for setting this all up." "If he's got any sense, then he'll know what and how to handle it," I joked back, and basically that proved to be the end of my weeks adventure. An adventure planned and paid for by Penny's husband that turned out different from what any of us expected. But would it really save their marriage? I had my doubts. -------- By rights, that should have been the end of the story as far as I was concerned. Dave, the silly sod got his jollies off by encouraging his wife to be a slut of some kind, and she'd eventually gone along with it. I suspect, as the weekend wore on, with a lot more enthusiasm than she'd ever imagined. I'd had my fun and that should have been the end of it, but somehow it didn't feel like that. I had that 'unfinished business' sort of feeling, and yes I confess, the rather gorgeous little Penny had got under my skin. So maybe it was more than a coincidence that found me a couple of weeks later, wandering casually into The Old Turks head, a lively tavern on the edge of town, known for the loudness of the music and its lack of decent beers. No! Not my sort of place at all, but I was there for a reason, and it didn't take long for me to spot her. Penny was stood there surrounded by a group of Dave's friends, while he, the stupid sod was sat to one side watching with a silly grin on his face. Obviously our week away had not been enough to satisfy him, and his lack of response was encouraging his pals to get ever more daring with their treatment of his wife, hands wandering where by rights they simply didn't ought to be. I had no problem with Dave if that's what made him tick, but the look on Penny's face made it quite clear that she wasn't exactly an enthusiastic participant. Then one of them slid his hand up her skirt, Penny squealed and leapt back, only to find herself engulfed by another guy, who promptly wrapped his arms around her and grabbed a tit in each hand, and Penny looked as if she was about to burst into tears. Time to act! "Careful with the goods you lot," I warned them as I pushed my way through them, pulling Penny out from the grasp of the one fondling her breasts. I should add that I knew all these guys well enough to interfere like that, and more important, they all knew me well enough not to try to stop me. "You Ok Penny?" I asked. "I am now Tom," she whispered back, cuddling up to me for protection. "I'm just going to borrow Penny for a while Dave," I said, but directing my comment to all of them, daring them to disagree as I eased her away from them. I got some dirty looks but none of them said a word, with Dave the silly bugger, grinning even wider than before. I took her home, and we more or less carried on from where we'd left off a couple of weeks earlier, except this time it was more relaxed, less hurried, more comfortable, more ... Well more like making love. We got used to one another and it felt very comfortable. A week passed and then another one, with no contact from her husband Dave. Then he did ring but I wasn't there. "He wants to know when I'm going home Tom," Penny told me. "He says he misses me." "Do you miss him Penny?" I demanded, holding my breath. "A bit," she answered with a frown. "Just sometimes. Not as much as I probably should." "When do you want to go home Penny?" "Never," she answered simply, smiling at me hopefully. "And that episode with those Dutch guys Penny," I challenged her. "Is that likely to happen again?" "Are you ever likely to push me into it like Dave did?" She replied, grinning, knowing what my answer would be. "You know I won't." "If you did, then you're not the man I think you are Tom," Penny sighed. "If you did then it would break my heart?" "Even so Penny, Dave is your husband," I responded sombrely, picking up the phone and dialling his number. "I'd better discuss this with him." Penny stood there with a worried look on her face, while I waited for Dave to answer. "Dave, this is Tom," I told him when he answered," We need to discuss the situation with Penny." "Right," he replied tartly. "When's the bitch coming home?" "She's not Dave. I'm keeping her. End of discussion," and with that I put the phone down. "You Ok with that Penny?" I addressed my question at the happy smiling girl now clinging on to me desperately. She didn't answer. She didn't have to. One day we'd have to meet up with Dave and sort things out. One day, but not this day and no time soon. And I was right of course. It was no way to save a troubled marriage. To Save a Marriage We got turned over and she was on top of me. We slowed down now the fucking now as she was bouncing up and down on my cock. Here hands were on my chest keeping her steady. I had my hands on her thighs as I looked up at her wonderful tits, jiggling slightly up and down. Here eyes were closed and she looked so serene, she was trying to enjoy the pleasure as long as she could. I couldn't hold off any longer, I need to fuck her hard again. I got her off of me and made her get on all fours as I got around behind her. I grabbed her ass and spread her ass cheeks open as I shoved my cock straight into her pussy again. I don't know why but from this angle, I was able to fuck her harder and faster than when I was on top of her. I was pulling at her hair with one hand with my other hand firmly held on to her ass. She asked me to pull her hair harder and I did. She screamed in ecstasy again as my cock just pounded her pussy. She had another orgasm, but I wouldn't be satisfied myself until I gave her another one. So with all my effort I just kept on pounding her pussy with every bit of energy I had left until another orgasm caused her to scream again. I was about to cum, I could feel it. I thought about just cumming on her body, maybe her tits, but I also wanted to cum inside her. "I'm about to cum," I said. "Where do you want it?" "Inside of me, I want it all inside of me," she yelled back. And on that note I just gave one last thrust and shot my entire load into her pussy. She told me that she could feel it flowing inside of her. I got out of her and lay down on the bed. She also relaxed herself and lay down next to me. I covered us both with her blanket and went to sleep holding each others naked bodies. The next morning she made me breakfast and talked. We didn't want to the pleasure to end so she decided to go ahead and still divorce Carl and we could be together. I thought he didn't deserve a woman like Jane, so he deserves what he gets. We fell in love that night and that love conceived us both a baby boy. That was five years ago, we are married now and are expecting our third child real soon. The End.