All rights reserved, copyright (c) Paul Garland
PLEASE NOTE: Contains 'Shared-wife' type elements. If you don't like this sort of thing, please don't read it and then me what a cuckold/wimp the character is or what a slut the woman is. That's the point.
*
Claire and I had been together for five years. We met at college when we were both eighteen, and after a whirlwind romance we married after only a year together. Within another six months we had our first child. We adjusted really well, and our relationship went from strength to strength, but after our fourth year things started to change slightly. The sex dried up, going from every day to two or three times a week, to just once a week if I was lucky. Our relationship was fine, but the lack of sex was starting to put a bit of a strain on things. We had somehow turned into friends rather than lovers. There was no way either of us wanted to split because we had a lovely little boy, so we decided to try and find that spark again to re-ignite our love. We were both only twenty-three, and I was sure we could sort things out. I had the idea of going on holiday; to see if that might bring us closer together again. Claire's mum, knowing we were having a few problems, volunteered to have our son for a week, which was even better, so we flew off to sunny Spain, our first proper holiday for four years.
We stayed in the southern most part of Spain on the Costa del Sol, and it was incredibly hot. Our hotel was very nice, comfortable if not luxurious, with a great pool which our balcony overlooked from its position on the second-to-top floor. We were both in the frame of mind to really enjoy ourselves, and had promised each other to both our hair down, so we really went for it. The first day we had a lovely lazy day on the beach, and then after a nice meal, we hit the bars and both got pretty drunk. It was the early hours when we got back into our hotel room, and we were like teenagers again, ripping each other's clothes off, and then having the best sex for ages.
The following morning, we got up and slept our hangovers off around the pool. About mid-afternoon, Claire went for a dip in the pool and I couldn't help admiring my gorgeous wife as she climbed out and returned to her lounger. Claire is short, only about 5' 3", and she's slim and petite to match. Her breasts are about average size, 36c but they look bigger on her small frame. They had been smaller - a 36b, but got quite big when she had our son and with her being fairly young when she gave birth, they lost none of their shape and firmness, and had stayed larger than they were before.
She looked beautiful, with her wet shoulder-length blonde hair tied back in a little ponytail, and her body looked great, despite her wearing a quite conservative black bathing suit. I even noticed a couple of other guys sitting around the pool casting her appreciative glances and I told Claire, but she waved me away, saying I was being silly.
However I think it had an effect on her, because when the sun dropped low and we retired back to our room, she asked me if there had really been some men looking at her, and I assured her that there had been. The thought seemed to turn her on, and we ended up making love again, right there on the bed. We hadn't even closed the curtains or anything, but I didn't care, and neither did she. Our relationship was just like it was when we were kids; sexy, passionate and exciting again. I was so happy!
That night, we went out for a drink again, and Claire was still in a horny mood, because she dressed a little more provocatively than usual. She usually wore a knee-length skirt or shorts, but she did own some shorter skirts and she had brought them with her on holiday. I didn't think she would wear them - she hadn't worn anything like that since she had the baby - but either the sun, the alcohol or the looks from the blokes around the pool had definitely had an effect on her.
Combined with the low cut top she wore that night, Claire got quite a bit of male attention during the evening, especially from the barmen and waiters. We went into a nightclub, where she got dragged away from me on the dance floor by two young guys who wanted to have a dance. It was only a bit of harmless flirting, and the two lads bought us both a drink before handing her back to me again after a couple of songs.
I asked her if she enjoyed that, because she seemed a little bit flustered, and she practically dragged me back to our hotel room where we had a drunken but still fantastic sex session. She practically howled the hotel down when she came, and afterwards I asked her what had brought that on. To my surprise, she confessed that while dancing with the two young lads in the club, one of the lads had quite openly stared down her top at her breasts when they danced closer, and the other one had been daring enough to have feel of her bottom. Not just a squeeze either, he had pulled her close and had a long, lingering feel with both hands. She had also felt his erection pressing against her through his shorts. That was when she had broken away from him and returned to me.
She said she felt guilty for flirting, and leading them on but I told her I really didn't mind her flirting like that, if it guaranteed me a fuck like what we had just enjoyed. Claire looked at me, considering me for a minute, before saying she might have a flirt again tomorrow night then, if that was all right with me. Before I could reply, she gave me a wink and rolled away from me to get some sleep.
The next day, while we sun-bathed our hangovers away on the beach, I asked her if she had meant what she said last night about flirting with some more guys. Claire looked at me and asked me if I was angry and with her but I shook my head. I confessed that while I didn't understand it, for some reason seeing her flirting with those guys, and also seeing the blokes eyeing her up at the pool had turned me on.
'Really?' she asked and I nodded, going on to further confess that when she told me about the young man feeling her backside, I nearly came in my pants! Claire looked at me incredulously, and I shrugged my shoulders. It was true, though I didn't really understand why. I asked her if she had enjoyed it, and she nodded too. Claire had only slept with one guy before me, her old school sweetheart, and neither of them had been very experienced back then, so it hadn't been very memorable. In the past I had often asked her if her lack of sexual partners bothered her, particularly just before we got married and settled down. I wanted to be sure she was doing the right thing in marrying me so young, but back then she had denied any such feelings quite vigorously, saying she was madly in love with me and never wanted anyone else.
I asked her there and then if she still felt the same about her lack of sexual experiences now after five years, now that the passionate bloom of early love had subsided. She denied any such feelings again, but this time she didn't seem anywhere near as sure. I persisted and asked Claire again, but she told me to stop being silly.
'When I married you, we made vows, and I meant them," she insisted. "I love you. I don't need anyone else!" Her beautiful blue eyes looked straight into mine when she spoke, but I could read the doubt in them. I didn't mind though. The idea of her messing around a bit really seemed to be turning me on.
"I don't mind either way," I told her as I casually took a drink of the cocktail I was using as 'a hair of the dog' to get rid of my still aching head. "It's natural if you feel a bit curious. Just be honest with me, okay?"
Claire looked at me, chewing her lip, which she only ever does when she's feeling indecisive or doubtful about something. "Well, I did enjoy flirting, and I might flirt a bit more if that's okay. It's so much fun when you're young and you can dance and flirt with lads. I guess I missed out on all that stuff and I do miss it a bit, I suppose. It was fun last night, wasn't it?"
I nodded as encouragingly as I could. "We'll see what happens tonight."
Claire smiled at me and went for a swim in the sea to cool down. I didn't want her to actually sleep with anyone else because that would be taking it too far, although the thought did make me feel quite aroused for some strange reason. However, I decided I had to try and get her to flirt around again like last night, but this time I wanted to actually see someone eyeing her up, or feeling her bottom or something. The thought of my reasonably innocent and sensible wife being a little flirty or rude with someone made me want to drag her back to the hotel room for another rampant session, but I resisted. I wanted to save it all up for tonight, after whatever flirting she might do had happened.
When Claire came back from the sea, she drew more admiring male glances which I pointed out to her. Today she was wearing a silver bikini which revealed more cleavage than any of her others. She blushed but smiled, pleased again at the attention. I suggested she go topless, but she gave me 'a look' and told me to forget that idea.
