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Panty thief part 4We flew into Alicante airport, and decided to hire a car for the week. It would be nice to get out of the sun for a while if we needed to. I’ve driven abroad quite a few times so it didn’t faze me. The car packed we set off for our hotel in the old town in Benidorm. An hour later we were checking into the hotel and first impressions were good. In was air conditioned everywhere, and the place looked well maintained. We got the swipe cards for the room and walked the short journey to our corridor. We hadn’t requested anything special in our room, not a pool view, or a sea view…not even a safe or minibar. So we were so surprised to find that our balcony almost led straight onto the edge of the pool and sun lounge area. There was four steps down, maybe 10 paces and you could jump in the pool. The benefit of this hotel was that it was c***d free. Heaven. We unpacked our bags and Maggie had a quick shower. I headed to the pool bar for the first of what I would think to be many beers in the coming week. I hadn’t any cream on and it was just below 100 in the shade, so I got a seat under a tree and started to chillThirty minutes later Maggie came walking down the steps and walked to the bar ordering a bottle of water she was wearing a white bikini with a white sarong I could see the shape of her arse from where I was, so the view that the barman would get would be fantastic. She didn’t even look for me, but was straight into conversation with the staff. They of course had seen it all before. Wife on holiday, possibly alone…maybe friends, probably or defiantly looking for a bit of strange cock. She sipped her water from the bottle while engaging in some friendly banter with the hote staff. I watched but stayed still. There charm offensive was well honed. Ten minutes later as if she suddenly remembered she had a husband, she looked around and had to shield her eyes from the sun. She spied me, waved then resumed her conversation. I wondered if this was how it was going to be for the whole week. Would it have been cheaper to just say. ‘Maggie, get yourself away to Benidorm and fuck as many guys as you want. Don’t worry about me’. She finished her water and came over to join me. “They were nice””Oh…were they?””Yes, brothers. Worked here for years.””So, are they on your hit list?” I asked trying to be positive. “That was uncalled for….I was only talking.” “Sorry Maggs. That didn’t come out right. What I meant to say was ‘are they going to fuck you……it’s why wer’e here, isn’t it.?” “No it fucking well isn’t! But if that’s what you think I’ll see you in the morning.!!!” She spat. defensively. “Calm down woman, it was a joke”. I lied. “Humph”. I got up to go for another’ beer. ‘Want a drink?” “Fuck off”. Didn’t bode well. When I returned, she’d left and was lying on a sun bed between two other occupied beds. Her top was off and she was lying with her eyes shut. I noticed she had no rings on. I had a walk along the beach, and had an ice cream, returning some 45 minutes later. While away I’d seen a few topless girls and women of all ages. Some pretty most not. It’s not the first time while away in the sun that it’s made me wonder…..’who tells these people they look good naked.’ For every good looking woman, there is 10 who should sit in the shade. Haha. With me.!! I, of course, check out how the costumes fit the bodies. I like the cut of the brief, and how it moulds to the shape. It’s strange but a stolen glimpse of a woman’s knickers is ten times as erotic as seeing a canlı bahis woman in a bikini. Mags was sitting at the bar talking to three guys and a girl when I returned. She saw me but kept talking. I went up to the room. The last thing I wanted was a row, but I felt one coming. She appeared just after six and was surprisingly chilled. She’d obviously had a few spritzers and was in a good mood, hopefully forgetful of our earlier tiff. Her bikini top was in her beach bag and she had on a tight vest top. It showed the contours of her breasts perfectly. If i had been watching her at the bar with this thing on it would have given me a boner, no problem. “Hiya sexy. You gonna join me in the shower?” And walked straight past me into the shower, dropping her bikini bottoms in her wake. The door swang closed and I immediately picked up the pants and checked the crotch. No cum stains but damp. I inhaled the musky smell of her pussy and rubbed my nose in the damp material. My dick was hard in seconds, and in not many more seconds was buried deep in her soggy pussy. She’s not the quietest person while fucking but she seemed to be concentrating only on getting me off. There was not one noise escaped her lips except for raised breathing. She normally pants loud and tailks explicitly whilst fucking….fuck this and fuck that!!! She just gripped my cock hard and milked me. It wasn’t until later that it could just have been a ‘mercy’ fuck. That night we had our first real discussion about her impending solution to our “problem” Of course we had discussed how it might pan out…. time scale, location, ‘recruitment’, limits were some of the issues. Nothing had been settled or finalised. The magnitude of what we were about to undertake was hitting me rather than her. I’d researched what she was proposing and it was not that uncommon. Most cuckolds become one unknowingly…like me with Sheila. However, once exposed, the marriage breaks down and she moves in with her new lover. Sometimes, the husband knowns about the affair and just hopes it will blow over. And finally there’s the ones who love it that there married to a slut who brings pussy loads of cum home to him. To me, Maggie is my wife who I love dearly, and am risking everything to salvage what is probably the biggest mistake of my life. Her thoughts put down on paper amount to this…’she needs sex more often than it is possible for one man to give on a long term basis’. Simple as that. Put plainly like that, I couldn’t disagree. On a good day I can do her 4 times. That’s on a Saturday or a Sunday. There’s five other days. Work days. She just needs the intimacy and the release, she says. She ought to have been a hooker, and that’s her words not mine.So we had our first chat and probably agreed to disagree. There is no definitive solution…no rule…no proven answer. To me it’s a case of ‘suck it and see’. What works today might not work tomorrow. What we did agree on was that we had to be cautious. She couldn’t put herself or me in danger. Safe sex and safe environments were paramount. How you define any of these is open to a lot of debate. She wanted to start on holiday. Why did I not see that one coming. Ha. I went for a drive next morning and left Mags by the pool with the same three guys and a girl she had been talking to yesterday evening. I hadn’t been introduced. She had told me they were a brother and sister and two friends. They were 8 years younger than Maggie. When I left they were all in the pool throwing some toy about. The girls bets10 topless the men horny. I left. As i drove away I thought about sneaking back and watching how it transpired. I kept driving. An hour later I was in a small Spanish village not at all touristy. I had a beer. I had another beer. And another. Nobody spoke any English, so I was left to my own thoughts. After 6 beers I was feeling no pain. I sat outside at a table and watched the dusty day go by. I saw a pretty woman with the same colour hair as Mags walk by and wondered if she was a slut too. I stopped drinking and tried a sleep in the car, but without the engine running the aircon wouldn’t work. It was like a sauna. There was a sign up in a window advertising a room available so I went in and booked it for the night. A simple text to Maggie saying I’d got drunk and would see her tomorrow. She replied ‘ok’. Nothing else. I realised this arrangement would probably become the norm. I went back to the bar and started drinking again Next morning I woke in the bedroom Id rented. Result. How Id got there, Ive no idea. I reckoned up how much I’d drank by the money I’d spent. A lot. I paid the bill and jumped in the car and headed back to Benidorm. The closer I got, seemed to make me more poorly. My gut was doing handstands and all I wanted was to chuck up. It was 1130 when I went to our room. The maids hadn’t been in, and the room was the same as when I’d left yesterday….beds still made. It had begun. Maggie had had her first, to my knowledge, sex out of marriage. I felt numb. I had purposely not contacted her to see if she would have second thoughts or even have the decency to see if I was ok. Neither. I got changed and checked her wash bag. There were only two pairs of her knickers in the bag. One from the flight and ones from our first night. The second pair had cum stains in them but I knew that was mine as we had sex that night and she kept her thong on as was per the norm as I sort of insist she keeps her panties on during sex. I licked the dried mixture but it did nothing for me. I went down to the pool but she wasn’t there. I rang her but there was no answer. I went looking for her on the beach. And found two of the men and the girl. Maggie and one of the men were missing. I assumed what had to be assumed. They were fucking. The reality of the situation left me feeling quite lonely. I’ve read how cuckolds get there jollys by knowing there slut wives were getting there pussys and arseholes filled with cocks while they wanked themselves silly. I felt if anything, detached from the reality of the situation. I sat on the sand about one hundred yards away and waited. And waited, and waited. I saw them appear and strangely it was from out of the sea. Or certainly from that direction anyway. They were holding hands and she had her beach bag over her shoulder. She had on a cream thong bikini and no top. She had flip flops on her feet as she hates hot sand. She opened her bag and gave her lover a bottle of water and they shared it together. Like lovers. Not fuck buddy’s. The others went into the sea and they lay down on there towels. Lover boy rubbed cream on her back and as I had moved closer I could see him rubbing cream right onto her bare arse. I could see his hands disappearing into her inner thighs with each upward rub. She flipped onto her back and it all began again. I couldn’t watch, but I couldn’t move. According to the stories I should be rock hard. I wasn’t. I don’t know if there is a category for bets10 giriş a ‘willing unwilling cuckold’. I had just left to walk back to the hotel when my iPhone rang. ‘Hi Les where are you?’ ‘ just outside the hotel…are you ok gorgeous’ ‘Yes I’m fine. I’m on the beach I’m leaving soon. Can we meet for a drink…I’ve missed you!!”‘Yea sure, I rang you but you didn’t answer…..” “I know…I tried to ring back but I couldn’t get a signal””Ok never mind…have you had fun?””Do you want to know?””We’ve got to talk about it. I’ll see you by the pool when you get back.”An hour later Maggie and big dick walked through the beach gate and stood and talked for a few minutes and did the strangest thing. They shook hands and went different ways. I was open mouthed with surprise. She saw me, made a signal for a drink and went to the bar where she got two beers from the guy who had chatted her up on arrival day. She just said hello and left. She gave me a hug and told me she loved me and said thankyou for being so understanding. I couldn’t reply to that as I fucking well didn’t understand. She looked happy and at ease. Lucky her. She lay back on the sun bed and took her top off. She drifted off to sleep and I thought to myself, ‘so much for talking.’ I took in the sight of her body, and was shocked at what happened. There was a mark just below her right nipple, like a scratch or a bite, and I hate to admit it but being so close to her after what she had done, I felt my cock thickening. her chest rose and fell as she breathed and I marvelled at her still firm breasts and hard nipples. I then saw big dicks hands rubbing the sun cream into this gorgeous woman’s body and I got harder. She woke with a jolt, saw me looking at her,,sat bolt upright and said ‘come with me.,’I took her doggy style over the settee in our room. No foreplay. No foreplay needed. Her cunt was like a bucket. I slammed her hard and this time she went for it. She swore like a possessed alleycat. Screamed like a demented lunatic and came like a gushing fountain. I remember looking down and seeing how slick my clock was, and thought , that’s cum on my cock….mans cum. I deposited mine and slammed it further in there. We were both drenched in sweat. She made to go into the shower but I needed to stall her to allow the cum in her abused cunt to seep into her bikini bottoms. I knew I couldn’t keep her long as it was a thong bikini and there wasn’t much material to work with and it would be running down her leg. I made her a up of tea and off she went, stepping out of her bikini and into the bathroom. They were in my nose in seconds as I breathed and ate the contents that had been saved for me. This was my first time knowingly eating another man and my wife’s mixture….along with my own. It was delicious. We spent the evening on the strip…a rather seedy part of town, a mix of clubs bars and noise. We walked home a she told me about her evening. How big dick had taken her for a meal to a small taverner. They had talked about her ‘problem’ and how this was an experiment to see if it could be a solution. He had been quite chuffed and excited to be the first. They had spent the night in his room and they had had sex 4 times between midnight and 9 the next day. They had had room service in bed and then fucked again she said quite openly that it was very very good sex but it was just sex…nothing more. They had had a dip in the pool then went and did it again before walking along the sea shore to find his friends. They had went for a swim just after she phoned me where she had had her final taste of his cock. They walked back and she thanked him with a handshake and that was the end of that. Maybe….just maybe this could work. We’ll have to wait and see.

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