Benidoom

©INKENT August 2024. Published by the author solely on Literorica.com. Please report any works found elsewhere, regardless of format.

This is my entry for the

Summer Lovin'

competition. For those that don't like a long read (over 41K), skip it. It's another look at people's characters, flaws and...well, my usual Loving Wives mayhem! As per usual, what do you think? Would you follow the path of the MC?

This starts around Europe's biggest fancy-dress party held in Benidorm, Spain. For those that are familiar with it, in the Literotica world it's a few months earlier in the year than it actually is. Done to fit the timeline of the story. This is fiction, not a reality. Like a hall of mirrors, some parts of the story I consider straight reflections of the real world, other parts are just distorted versions. In real life, the story would come to an abrupt ending quite quickly!

This work has been edited, and supported by,

29wordsforsnow

I'm eternally grateful for helping with this one. I know how much time, effort and thought they put into this.

I leave comments in place, if I can. Anything that's not related to the story or it's production will get binned. Generally, that's personal attacks on me or other Literotica members that may have made comments. I'm also adding the one liner "just another cuck story then" to the pile. The rest, is open season.

Oh yeah, I'm a Brit, so it's English, English 😊 I have played with it after editing, those cock-ups, if present, sit on my shoulders.

So, go make a coffee/tea/beer or your favourite tipple, get comfy and welcome to

Benidoom.

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Benidorm. It's comical that us Brits and the Spanish have been at loggerheads for centuries over the Rock of Gibraltar, and yet the Spanish opened their arms to us regarding invading Benidorm. It's like a little piece of Britain in the sun. I doubt anyone would bat an eyelid if UK border points sprung up on the main roads leading to Benidorm.

Most of us had been here as kids with our parents for holidays. Since the late sixties, it has lured many Brits with the promise of golden sands, glorious sunshine and plenty of cheap Sangria - or whatever your favourite tipple is. As we became adults, we still kept Benidorm in our hearts but it was mainly for those long weekend breaks. The exception was the annual pilgrimage for a week of fiesta, sun, sand, sangria....and sex.

Over twenty years ago, an enterprising British themed bar offered a free drink on a Thursday to anyone who came to the bar dressed in a fancy-dress costume. On Wednesday, the Spanish fiesta finished, with a spectacular firework display. The bar wanted to monopolise on the party atmosphere of the last few days of the fiesta by offering the promotion the following day. Of course, it all ultimately helped their bottom line.

Without realising it, they created an event that would become Europe's biggest fancy-dress party, continuing to this day, with the founding bar long falling by the wayside. For me, Chris Watts, it has become the centrepiece in our annual pilgrimage that's happened every year since my nineteenth birthday with my pals. Jacob, Will, Rich and Mike.

During the last ten years, we had all eventually married, and for the last five trips, came here as five couples. This, in all probability, would be our swansong. Rich's wife Olivia, was two months pregnant, my wife, Ashley, had been off the pill for a couple of months and trust me, we were going for gold in an attempt for Ashley to get pregnant.

The fancy dress day started off at noon. For this year, we decided to go as aircrew based on a well-known budget airline. We had brought some outfits from Shein which were passable as uniforms. We made up some laminated cards mimicking the emergency procedures, along with some eBay props for our slightly bawdy spiel that every airline runs through. We even had some custom name badges made for our fake airline - 'Sleazyjet.'

With around thirty thousand people in attendance, the atmosphere was fun and full of frolics. The girls often mentioned that some of the women they'd seen had costumes that they'd not dare wear outside of a bedroom, let alone in public with the huge numbers here. I shook my head and it made me laugh.

The girls had adapted our version of the air hostess costume. knowing the competitive nature of the girls, they were no doubt trying to outdo each other as to who would wear the shortest skirt. I don't think one skirt made it beyond mid-thigh. They likely extended this to the tallest set of heels and tightest, most revealing blouses. If we were anywhere but here right now, anybody that came across us would think they'd stumbled on the cast of a porn shoot. Probably a movie titled something along the lines of '

Sky High Sex Club

.' Yes, our women looked, and were, a hot little gang.

It was a great day. The drinks flowed and a fair few people thought our rehearsed shakedown of an airline's emergency procedure, complete with lots of bums and cleavage on display was hilarious. The highlight of the routine was when the girls gave an example of 'blowing' the emergency whistle to attract attention. In one of the shops out here they found some large cock shaped whistles, and the cheers and whoops that went up when the girls "blew" their whistles, along with the number of people stopping to record our antics, meant we were certainly a popular crowd.

Throughout the day, we slowly sauntered along the infamous strip. The sun was hot, and the alcohol flowed. By midnight we were reaching the end of the line and we sat drinking in the Western Bar. The only exception was Olivia. Being pregnant, she had stuck to drinking water. We sat relaxed, happy, somewhat drunk and nursing the next round of drinks.

Emily threw a question into the ring. It wasn't uncommon for a dumb challenge or question to materialise. Sometimes these stupid questions would spiral out of control, causing an argument. In our drunken state, I really hoped this wasn't going to be one of those type of questions.

"Chris, if you hadn't ended up with Ashley, who would have been your second choice to hook up with?"

I smiled, this was typical. Flirty and pushing all the boundaries. I looked at Ashley, who looked back at me with a bemused look as everyone waited for me to answer. Even fairly drunk, I could see this had the recipe to cause grief. After several seconds, I answered. I was impressed with my response.

"Judy Angus."

Judy had been a shy, lanky bookworm at school. She disappeared off to University and, the rumours were, moved out to Australia or New Zealand.

There was a snort from Ashley at my answer before Emily chimed in.

"No silly, we mean one of us. If you weren't with Ashley, who would be your second choice?"

Ashley had now folded her arms, the bemused look was now more of a drunken frown. Yet again I surprised myself with an answer. If the others had any sense, they'd tell the girls the same and shut this drunken nonsense down. With everyone looking my way, I raised my glass, then made the motion for a toast.

"Ladies, I'm with Ashley because I love her, and there is nobody else...but....I know you won't accept that as an answer. I would happily have ended up with any of you...... Remember, Ashley is my number one. Always was, is, and always will be."

There was some laughter as we all clicked glasses in a salute. I was convinced that I'd given us a diplomatic answer we could all use to the question. If they followed my example, then it would shut the nonsense down. Unfortunately, Mike voluntarily went next, and shattered that prospect. I never considered that there was some prior history in our group, and it was going to have an impact.

"As you all know, me and Brianna had a little history before I married Hannah, who is the absolute love of my life. If I had to pick, it would have to be Brianna...but of course...that can never happen as I love and adore Hannah."

I could see that Will wasn't overly impressed, but that faded as Brianna hugged him giving him a smouldering kiss which prompted Hannah to do the same with Mike. That elicited whoops from the group.

Jacob spoke up next, as soon as he opened his mouth, I already knew the answer.

"Like Mike, I have some history here too. When we were fourteen, I went out with Ashley for all of two weeks before she dumped me and ended up with my drunken bum of a friend over there. Does it matter? Hell no, I'm happy as Larry, married to Emily, we'll be together forever."

He looked at me and raised his glass. I did the same along with everybody else as the girls all went "ahh" at his comment. When I looked at Ashley, she blew me a drunken kiss.

Will ended up picking Hannah and to round it off, Rich picked Emily.

Ashley piped up.

"So Chris, it seems you picked Olivia."

"Eh? No...I said I'd be happy with any of the girls if I wasn't with you. I answered the stupid bloody question."

Emily decided to chirp up too.

"Well, we can't be shared, so you'll end up with Olivia."

"What? It's just another of your stupid reality show type questions you've thrown out there. That's all it is, a stupid question, it's not reality, Em."

As she turned, all I caught was "whatever." This was the problem. Once the drink took hold, the silly season started. I decided I needed to pee and wandered off in that direction. When I came back, there were more shots on the table, everyone was up dancing, except Olivia. On seeing me, she got up and walked over to me, intercepting me at the dancefloor.

"We need to dance."

Looking around for Ashley to get her approval, I realised that the guys were dancing with the woman they had picked earlier, with that stupid question. I shook my head and began dancing with Olivia. She kept looking at me. Every so often she would open her mouth as if she wanted to say something then stop, without uttering a word.

For the next hour we did swap partners but, towards the end of the night, it seems the default state was to dance with the woman that had been picked out. I glanced across to see that Jacob's hands had slipped down to be cupping Ashley's bum cheeks, pulling her in tight and she hadn't rebuffed him. I let go of Olivia and walked over to them, tapping him on the shoulder harshly. He looked at me, somewhat surprised.

"If you don't mind. I'd like to dance with my wife."

He stepped aside, giving me a stupid grin, and I took his place. Ashley piped up as we started to dance.

"That was uncalled for Chris."

"Yeah, you're right it certainly was. I never asked him to do that, so that was uncalled for, to go groping you. More importantly, you didn't exactly try to dissuade him either."

"Aah babe, don't get jealous. I picked you over him, remember? This is the last time we'll be here like this. As friends, couples. The next time we will all get the chance to come back out here together, we'll all be knee deep in our kids on the beach all day, not having fun in the bars. C'mon, we need to make it a night to remember."

"Ash, the whole holiday, especially today, has been a blinding memory to go out on. I don't want drink, emotions or tiredness to taint it. Now, it's been a long day and I've had enough, I can't drink another drop and I want my bed. We need to get going."

"I don't want to, I'm staying. What's up, don't you like Olivia now?"

"Eh? Of course I like Olivia. What does it matter if I like Olivia or not? Listen, you're as fried, if not worse than me, and you're starting to talk shit. Please, let's go. We've had enough drink now."

"

No!

I'm not going to ruin the night, it's our special last night. Don't you agree?"

"Yes, of course it's a special night, the whole holiday has been special, but I've had enough. You know me, once I go off the boil I can become a miserable so-and-so."

Pushing away from me, she was at the tipping point drunk people reach where they can start to act irrationally.

"Go on, run home to bed like a good little soldier and miss all the fun!"

Before I could say anything, Oliva grabbed her arm and walked her away before walking back to me.

"It's OK, Chris, I don't think we'll be here much longer. I'll make sure that she doesn't drink any more and get her into your room. It's not worth making a scene."

Olivia seemed downcast. I gather being the only stone cold sober one amongst us would have that effect. Glancing at the others, they were laughing or smirking at me, shaking their heads. This was a rare occurrence, but similar scenarios had played out before. The last time it happened was at a New Year's Eve party a few years back when a drunk Rich & Emily got a bit too carried away just after midnight with a bout of kissing on the dancefloor. The party turned into a chaotic, drunken slanging match. The following day, there were a lot of apologies flying around, along with some serious hangovers. The demon drink took the blame, and life settled back into normality within a few weeks.

Deciding that Ashley was in safe hands with a sober Olivia around, I trudged drunkenly back to the hotel alone.

By one thirty, I was back at our hotel. We had requested five rooms together with a pool view, we ended up with upgraded rooms on the top floor. Larger than usual, they had a separate bedroom rather than the typical studio apartment. I shed my clothes, now ready for a well-earned sleep after the crazy day. Within moments, I'd slipped under the sheet into the bed.

As I lay there trying to drop off, I thought back to what Jacob had said about choosing Ashley. I snorted to myself. Yes, she did date him for all of two weeks but he spent the next four years trying to outdo me, to win her back. Sports, school work, the car he had at seventeen. He'd done whatever he could, trying to impress her enough to win her back. I always suspected that, for the first year or so he dated Emily, he would have dropped her like a hot potato if Ashley left me. But of course, that never happened. As those thoughts rolled around my mind, I drifted off to sleep.

Suddenly, something broke me groggily from my slumber. I felt lips kissing my forehead. Half opening my eyes Ashley stood there in a sexy thin red semi-transparent Teddy. I groaned.

"C'mon Ash, it's late and we've been drinking all day. I honestly doubt little Chris down there can wake up. Let's save it to the morning?"

Using the most seductive voice she could muster, she responded.

"We won't

ever

get the chance to do this again as a group. We agreed to go out with a bang."

I could barely groan.

"OK, but later."

She giggled and I pulled the pillow over my head as she walked out of the bedroom and, I assumed, into the bathroom. Being so tired, I dropped straight back off to sleep. I barely stirred as I felt her sit on the bed, the room was now completely dark.

"Please, Ash, just leave it till the morning. I promise, I'll bang you so hard you'll end up in the room below, just get into bed."

She didn't say a word. Pulling the sheet back, she slipped silently into bed, immediately spooning up against my back. Being so tired and still feeling the effect of the alcohol, I once again drifted almost immediately back to sleep.

At some point, I stirred once more, did the door just open and close to the apartment? Reaching out in the darkness, nobody was in the bed next to me.

"Ash, what's going on, did I just hear the apartment door?"

I could just make out her silhouette standing in the bedroom by the door.

"Sssh, no, don't worry. Just go back to sleep, we can talk in the morning."

I must have mistaken the noise for the bathroom door. Ash must have gone to the loo, and with that thought, I was back out like a light.

{(****)}

I was woken by the sound of someone heaving, followed by the unmistakable sound of vomit splashing into the toilet bowl. It wasn't someone, it was Ashley.

"I told you not to do those shots at the end, do you want some water?"

A pitiful yes warbled from the bathroom. Dragging myself from the bed I took a bottle of water in there to see Ashley kneeling on the floor, her head turned sideways and away from me, arms resting on top of the toilet seat, with her head laid on them.

I put the water down next to her, the response was a whispered thanks. This wasn't the normal Ashley that I knew and lived with. It had been a

very

long time since I'd seen her like this.

"I did warn you to rein the drinking in and leave with me instead of getting a strop on, so serves you right."

I felt a little better getting a dig in about her not leaving with me. I laughed, seeing something funny in the situation. She barely groaned.

"What's so funny?"

"I dunno, think of it as a practice run if you get morning sickness somewhere down the line soon."

"Shut the fuck up, I don't think that's funny!"

I couldn't believe the attitude over a throw-away joke.

"Jeez, Ash, it was a joke. And yeah, you could, and really should have left and come back with me."

With that her head quickly turned as the sound of a further round of vomit splashed around the bowl. I took that as my cue to leave her to it, I pulled the door too, but left it ajar.

Switching the little kettle on, I really needed a cup of coffee. We weren't hardened drinkers, and it was rare for one of us to seriously overdo it these days. What's the saying? Once bitten, twice shy. It made me chuckle, we had both been where Ashley currently sat on more than one occasion in younger life. Letting a toilet bowl be your best cuddly friend.

Sitting out on the balcony with my coffee, I could hear a phone buzzing. Picking mine up, there were no messages, so it had to be Ashley's. This was fairly typical, I was sure the girls' use of mobile networks when messaging was keeping some mobile phone executives in a comfortable lifestyle. But this was like nothing before. It was almost vibrating non-stop with messages.

"Bloody hell, Ashley, your phone's having a fit receiving messages, do you think the others can hear you puking up?"

There was no comment, the next thing I was aware of was the sound of the bathroom door closing and locking. The phone was now gone, so she must have come out and grabbed it. She hadn't said a thing and I started to think what I may have done to piss her off as royally as this. Then the penny dropped. I walked up to the bathroom door and spoke somewhat ruefully.

"Is this about earlier when you came back, when I turned you down? Listen, you looked hot as fuck, like you always do, but I really needed some sleep, I would have been a lousy lay. We don't check out until two this afternoon. If you feel better a little later, I promise I'll make it up to you. You know I love you."

Ashley started sobbing loudly, nothing made sense right now. I tried the door. It was locked. She asked to be left alone, that comment hurt. My dad always said there was no manual to understand women, you had to make it up as you go. Right now, he was spot on.

Thirty minutes later I needed to pee. I heard the shower running for a few minutes before she walked from the bathroom with a towel around her body plus a smaller one covering her head which draped over her shoulders and neck.

I used the shower myself and walked out to get dried and dressed. Ashley was on the balcony, fingers going ten to the dozen on her phone. I was surprised by her clothing, she was wearing a dress she'd brought in case we had a colder day, plus a neck scarf. All week the girls had worn summer dresses that showed plenty of flesh up to now.