Like many other couples my wife and I had talked about having sex with others and fantasised on whether we would be able to handle the situation of wife-swapping. Just like most others that's as far as it ever got. Susan, my wife enjoyed flirting with other men, even in front of me but that was just how she was – it was all in fun. She would tell guys that come on to her that they would have to bring a few friends because they would be quite inadequate on their own. Usually she would purposely raise her voice for the amusement of anyone in earshot.
So, as she often talked and joked about sex to other men while I was there it was no big deal that when on holiday she let guys enjoy the sight of her charms when in her swimwear or at the bar before putting them down – and as normal I just looked on and laughed.
We were spending two weeks on the Greek island of Crete lapping up the Mediterranean sunshine. Both Sue and I were just short of our thirtieth birthday and had been married two years. Having no kids we went clubbing and partied on a regular basis but with the big three –O about to happen we wondered if it was time to slow down a bit. The thought of getting older had worried Sue a little which probably explained why she did what she did on that fateful holiday. However, I'll never understand why I let it happen – or maybe I'm too scared to admit certain truths to myself.
We spent the days either by the pool or on the beach in the first week with the intention of sightseeing the second. The nights were spent in bars and taverna's where we met many people enjoying the local food and culture. Inevitably we would finish up back at the bar of our self catering apartment complex. By the second night we had got chatting to three young guys who after admiring Sue had found the courage that comes with strong drink to buy us a drink a an excuse to join us.
You've got the picture – she flirted – they loved it – she teased them. It wasn't long before the lads made comments about what they could do for her and what a shame she had brought her husband along.
It was all in fun so when one said, "We would spoil you for any other man and make you beg for more!" we all laughed and no offence was taken.
Sue didn't mind one bit when they made comments about parts of her body saying what a nice pair of breasts she had and wonder how it would feel to have her thighs wrapped around them. It was the drink talking and the following morning they would be almost embarrassed and as polite as could be. When they actually apologised to me for their behaviour I told them that it was fine and I had got used to men drooling over her and that it reminded me of what a stunner I had married.
After that, and when they had had a few drinks they ogled her body more openly – and she in turn started to show that little bit more. One afternoon when they joined us on the beach for a while Sue did something she didn't normally go in for. Without warning or comment she undid the top of her bikini and waiting while every eye was on her she let it fall away saying she was going to do a spot of topless sunbathing.
All four of us males felt a rise in our swimming trunks when her tits came on view. Very cheekily, Sue let her eyes go from one bulge to the other and asked if we all liked what we saw. She spent the next hour enjoying the attentions of the boys – who, in spite of many other topless women on that beach seemed interested in only my wife.
Now normally I don't find anything sexy or erotic by sunbathers whether they are topless or not. I can admire a well toned body but it's much sexier to see a woman partly undressed or showing a little too much thigh than seeing her stripped and trying to become as red as a lobster. I think that's normal with most men – a woman in sexy underwear for instance is much more erotic than one in a bikini – even though it may be skimpier. Seeing the same girl at night in a little mini skirt sat at the bar, flashing her panties is much more arousing.
What made this event sexually arousing for me was realising my wife had exposed her tits with the sole intention of getting these guys turned on – it was different than her usual teasing. These boys, being younger than us at around their early twenties seemed particularly excited that it was a married woman flashing for them. To them, Sue, at thirty almost was a mature married woman that didn't do such things – or rather not so blatantly. For instance she made a big thing about rubbing cream onto her breasts and around her nipples, making them very erect! While she did that she simply smiled at the boys and let them take in the sight.
By the time late evening came and we had eaten I was looking forward to returning to the apartment bar to see how the guys would react after a drink had loosened their tongues. As we sat in the taverna finishing our drinks the guys appeared and joined us. Sue's eyes lit up and for another half hour she flirted and teased them. It was her who eventually suggested we should all go back to the apartments for more drinks.
This we did and I noticed she was drinking faster than normal, getting very merry. The boys too had drunk their fair share and when most of the other guests had retired for the night things got a little raunchier. Sue's shirt had popped open and she took delight at pointing out to the boys that her breasts were almost exposed again – like on the beach. She said that as they had already seen them bared that maybe they would no longer be interested in looking. It seemed to me a pointed question and I saw how delighted she was when they told her that they would love to see them again.
The talk got sexier and louder and eventually it became clear that we had to cool it and let the barman close up. He was a big Greek guy about fifty and had been taking all this in listening to every word. I told Sue it was time we went to bed and she laughed telling the other guys they would all be needed to satisfy her! As we all rose up from our seats and started to walk off Sue whispered in my ear.
"Can we invite them back to our room for the last few drinks – I'm nowhere near ready to sleep yet?"
When I pointed out she was becoming a little outrageous she maybe a little drunk she retorted, "So? I thought you liked the thought of me being sexy for other men?"
It was the drink talking again I told myself but as she was enjoying this holiday and knowing how she liked to tease I thought I would let her have her fun. It wouldn't be long before she would probably pass out on the bed and fall asleep. The guys were a good sort and why not let them have something to wank over when they fantasised about shagging my wife. The thought gave me a thrill too!
When I asked the guys if they wanted to come back for a nightcap they all eagerly agreed and Sue rushed up to the barman and asked him to sell her a bottle of scotch. Wickedly she told him that we would need a drink after she had tired us all out. He looked unbelieving at her and must have thought she was a slut – he had a lecherous look in his eye – or was it envious?
We piled into our sparsely furnished rooms and the three guys just managed to sit themselves on the couch.
"That's no good!" said Sue, "There's not enough room – let's go sit on the bed – it'll be more comfortable."
We all followed and Sue got glasses before sitting on the floor while the guys sat half lying on the bed. I offered to bring a chair but she said no then when I noticed how she had bent her knee to rest her arm I realised that the guys would be able to see right up her skirt. I felt a twinge of excitement and decided it would be best if I took the little seat in the corner of the room – so I could see all!
For a time we all drank and chatted, laughing and joking – Sue making sexy jokes and comments. I was becoming aroused a little when I watched the guys look between her legs – I didn't know then whether she was aware of how much she was showing. She didn't seem to be reacting any different to what she normally was but then she stood, and after pouring more drinks said she was becoming uncomfortable on the floor. She dropped onto the bed in between two of the guys.
I became quieter feeling somewhat disturbed by this turn of events until I was almost forgotten about and left out of the conversation. The guys were too busy enjoying the close proximity of my wife whose skirt had ridden up quite a lot. I listened with surprise and shock at how the conversation progressed. My wife actually asked them if they had been turned on by the sight of her breasts that afternoon. She told them that she had had enjoyed the attention. I caught my breath when I heard her say that it made her feel aroused when she knew men were giving her lustful looks.
It went on and to my surprise she didn't seem drunk anymore – she didn't slur her speech and spoke rationally. As though I wasn't there she rested her body against one of the boys who it was clear, didn't know what to make of this! But they looked unabashed at her bare thighs and tried to catch a glimpse of panties because her skirt was only just hiding her pubic area. She stretched out a leg as though helping them get a better look – and the boy that was almost behind her and left out moved to her front and sat on the floor. Now he could see her panties and she looked rather pleased at this smiling down at him.
To my horror she began to tell them that we had talked about swinging and how the thought aroused us. She laughed when she pointed out that having three men in the bedroom was probably the best chance we had of making our fantasy come true. The hand holding her glass began to make small circular movements – on one boys' thigh.
It was only a matter of time before one of the boys found the courage to do likewise and I watched with baited breath as he touched her thigh and let his fingers run from her knee to almost her hip! My wife kept talking slowly and the conversation was serious now as they listened to her tell them that married couples could have other sex partners without it causing trouble if both were agreed. I gulped when I realised that these boys would take that as an invitation and that she was implying that we both had been building up to this.
Now this is the point were I should have stopped it and put things right – but I didn't. I sat still wondering just how far it would go and my mouth had gone dry and head was spinning. My wife gave me the tiniest of glances before she made an announcement.
"I'm a bit nasty keep teasing you all like this I suppose you hoped for a good ogle. Well, if it's OK to do it on the beach then there's no harm doing it here – after all it's what you see in magazines nowadays – I'll give you a little treat."
She very slowly unfastened her shirt and when she had let them feast their eyes on her flimsy black bra she asked if they would like it if she took it off.
"Do you want another look at my tits?" she said grinning.
They all nodded and licked their lips – not one of them looked for my approval or reaction.
