If I was honest I would admit that my wife was always the more adventurous of the two of us, both in life and in bed. She was the one who decided to sell up and move the UK to Spain. She also made most of the decisions about where we would settle and what she would do when we were settles. I had started a small online consultancy business about ten years ago and now could work from home anywhere in the world. She had run a clothes shop in the UK and now ran a small shop that catered for the many summer tourists as well as the local expatriates. It didn't take long for our lives to develop into a pattern, she went to work and I stayed at home to work. Her shop was fairly successful and made a reasonable amount of money but my business was very good. So much so that after a while I was able to hire younger and more eager graduates to do my work and while I still finalised all the contracts and the quality of the work, I was able to just sit back as the business earned the money for me. Soon we had enough money to relax but she wanted to keep her shop and so I spent most of my time sitting around the house.
As I said, she was the more adventurous and this was especially true in bed. We did have sex most nights but I could see that it was becoming a bit boring for her. I tried to be open to most of the stuff she wanted to try. She wanted to try different positions and some of them were fun but we found I wasn't as supple as I thought. Also I didn't really enjoy the more energetic positions that needed me to concentrate more on not falling off the bed than the fucking. She wanted try the excitement of risky public sex but I found that there are very few places that are quiet enough to have time to satisfy her. She enjoyed sucking me off but we were interrupted quite often and when I licked her out she just wanted more and more.
It was frustrating most of the time and besides most of it didn't excite me as much as it did her. We tried fantasies and role playing for a while. These mainly involved her pretending to be in some kind of distress and I would rescue her and she would pay me with sex. Sometimes I would be the hero and sometimes I would be the villain and would virtually rape her. These were ok for a while but when even the "Pirate and the slave girl" and "Sir Lancelot and the damsel in distress" became old and stale for her, I was almost glad when she stopped forcing me to perform every night.
We started to go for meals in one of the local restaurants instead having sex almost as soon as she came through the door. After the meal we would sometimes walk along the beach or go dancing at one of the many nightclubs in the town. For a while we would have long, slow, sensuous almost romantic sex after we came back from our nights out. We got to know all the best restaurants in the town and where the best places for a quiet dance were. We even went to a few of the bars and made new friends. There was a large expat community in the town and with most expat communities around the world they all tended to eat at the same restaurants and drink at the same bars. I thought we were settling into the normal expat lifestyle but that changed with a bang that I didn't see coming.
A couple of months ago we were drinking in a bar with a group of friends whom we had got to know. I was sat next to a young couple who had stayed after visiting the place on holiday a couple of years ago. My wife was happily chatting with a group of men who seemed quite eager to chat with her. She was chatting mainly with Steve who I was told was a businessman. He came to Spain a couple of years ago and now specialised in selling holiday and retirement homes to expats. He was about 25 or 30 years old and as well as being a foot taller than me, he was much more muscular. I am not sure if I am exactly qualified to judge what women find attractive or even what handsome is but I guess he was fairly handsome with short dark brown hair and a deep golden brown tan. He was constantly flashing his perfect white teeth with a big smile that rarely left his face. I could see that he had what my wife referred to as a pert bum. Not quite Brad Pitt but he was still very popular with the single women amongst the expat community. My wife seemed to be flirting with him, laughing and touching him on the arm. I am not sure if I was jealous of him and his relaxed charm or his body and his movie star looks or maybe I was jealous because my wife seemed to be enjoying his company.
It was a warm night towards the end of the summer and without asking me, my wife had decided to move locations and continue the party at our house. It wasn't unusual for people to have these impromptu parties at the end of the night and I wasn't surprised when most of our friends agreed. We bought enough drinks to keep the party going before we staggered back to our house. At first I enjoyed the change of pace and had chatted to most of the people I knew but by 2 o'clock, I was running out of things to chat about. I expected the party to start breaking up but it was still going. My wife had been the perfect host handing out drinks and chatting with everyone who was there. I had spent most of the time with the few people who were my friends rather than my wife's and when they left I had tried to chat with some of her friends. The only problem was that they were mainly younger men who had the same basic character traits, they were mainly quite tall and handsome but not very smart.
There was a few pretty women but they were surrounded by these "pretty" men. I was starting to feel quite tired, I told my wife that I was going to bed and she said she would stay and chat a bit longer before coming up. She promised she wouldn't be long but when I woke up and checked the clock, it was almost 6 am and she wasn't in bed. The early morning sun was streaming through the window so I pulled on a pair of boxers and wrapped my dressing gown around my shoulders. For some reason I felt I needed to be quiet as I went downstairs to see where she was and I soon found her.