For as long as I can remember my husband Eric had fantasised about other men and I often treated him to some cock playing dirty talk whilst we were fucking or I was wanking him off. He always said he had never touched another man's cock and wouldn't know what to do with one anyway, but having caught him watching gay porn on numerous occasions I'm sure he would know exactly what to do. That said I did believe him and was more than happy to indulge his fantasies, as unbeknown to him, the thought of him with another man turned me on as well, but I kept that to myself.
So where is this story going? Well last year we went on holiday to the island of Gran Canaria, ten days just the two of us, for a well deserved break. We had booked into an adult only complex and had an apartment in a block along with three others, that had it's own small private pool area. It was bliss, no having to get up early to secure a lounger and there was a bar area just around the corner, with staff that would regularly come round with drinks and snacks.
Everything about the holiday was perfect, including the usual first night fuck, a tradition I imagine played out by most holidaying couples. We normally kept to ourselves when we went away, and the people in the other apartments seemed to prefer the bigger communal pool, so we had plenty of privacy in the first two days. This meant I could also get the customary fucking in the pool that I so enjoyed, albeit we were nearly caught in the act when Eric was thrusting into me from behind and one of the waiters walked around the corner. Eric managed to hold very still, although I could feel his cock throbbing inside of me, until the waiter had taken our drinks order and gone.
It was in day three that one of our neighbours decided to take up residence at our small pool. it appeared that he was on his own and not wanting to seem overly unfriendly we decided to introduce ourselves. The man was called Leo and was from Germany. He told us that his wife had died around two years earlier and he was on holiday for the first time since then. I would say Leo was probably in his late fifties, so around ten years or so older than myself and Eric. We actually found him very pleasant company and happily agreed to go to evening dinner with him, although we normally kept to ourselves it was quite nice to have someone else to talk to.
Leo was out on his lounger again the next morning as I setup the loungers for myself and Eric. Having had few to drink the night before I was happy to get on with sunbathing whilst Eric went off for a morning walk, with the promise of bringing back breakfast for myself and Leo. I think Leo must also have been feeling the affects of the night before as it wasn't long before I noticed that he was fast asleep. That wasn't the only thing I noticed either, he must have been having a very nice dream as he was clearly sporting an erection in his swimming shorts, making that nice little tent effect.
Of course it occured to me that he might not be asleep and was taking a sneaky peek at me sunbathing topless, although I had been lying face down. Thinking it might be slightly embarrassing for him to be spotted by one of the bar staff in that state I decided to wake him up. Nudging him gently on the shoulder it didn't take long for him to come round.
"What's going on?" he asked.
"You were asleep," I replied, "and I couldn't leave you lying there like that," I grinned nodding towards his groin.
Leo bolted up to a sitting position and quickly covered himself with a towel.
"I'm so sorry," he blurted out.
"Don't worry," I laughed, "I've seen plenty."
Leo visbily relaxed and started to laugh as well as his erection started to subside. Now I don't know whether it was the sun or I felt sorry for him being widowed, but I surprised myself when I said, "Perhaps I could give you a helping hand with it?"
Leo went a bit red again and the surprised me in return when he replied, "That would be nice, but your husband would be more my type."
I must have looked bemused when he explained that his wfie hadn't actually been a lady but was another man and that he was gay. Even in this day and age he wasn't sure how people would react so found it easier to say he'd had a wife. He felt though now that Eric and me wouldn't judge him so was happy to come clean. I told him that I couldn't care less that he was gay or otherwise, he was a lovely man and nice to spend time with. Then, and again it may have been the sun and too much booze, but I thought back to the countless fantasies my husband had and started to hatch a plan.
"Leo?"
"Yes?" he replied.
"How open minded are you? What I mean is, were you serious when you say my husband would be more your type?" I asked him.
"Well technically seeing as he's a man and you're not, but I assume you're more his type."
I then went on to explain to Leo my husbands fascination with other men, or their cocks at least.
"I suppose it does sound like he might be curious to say the least," Leo told me. "Only one way to find out I guess."
"You mean yo..."
"What I mean is that if your husband wants to try cock, I'd be only too happy to oblige. I've always been quite open, as was Lukas, my husband, and a bit of fun on holiday wouldn't go amiss."
I chatted with Leo for a while about this and found myself getting very damp in my bikini bottoms as I thought of my husbands fantasies coming true.
