We are back in London from our Tenerife holiday again, where my wife has a boyfriend we had met in previous years at the same holiday resort each year.
He kept phoning us throughout the year, and arranged to take us both out for wining and dining the first evening we arrived. After the meal we all went back to our apartment, and I went to get some drinks, while they both sat down close to each other on the settee.
By the time I returned, John was kissing my wife Lily, and he was feeling her bra-less tits through her thin satin blouse. Lily was breathing heavily by now, and John dropped his hand to my wife's knee.
Lily opened her legs slightly, and John's hand disappeared up my wife's skirt, showing her seamed stocking tops and pretty panties, and suspender belt. They were kissing very passionately now, and it was soon obvious that his fingers were inside her panties and touching her eager pussy lips.
He whispered to her, and Lily giggled, then she looked at me and said "We are going into the bedroom now. You wait in here, and look after our drinks". Then they got up and both went into the bedroom, but left the door open.
It did not take them long to get partly undressed and on to the bed together, in a deep clinch. Lily still had on her stockings and suspender belt and very high heel shoes, but her short skirt and thin satin blouse were hurriedly thrown onto the bedroom floor.