This story contains details of wife sharing so please don't read it if that bothers you.
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Twenty-five years ago my wife and I went for a long weekend in Holland. It was part business, part pleasure. On the Friday I had a meeting with Marc, whose company I'd done business with for several years and with whom I'd become very friendly.
So much so that on the two previous visits when I was on my own I had stayed at Marc's flat, rather than a hotel. So on this occasion Marc insisted that we stayed with him and that seemed preferable to some anonymous hotel.
My wife Kim had never met Marc before and when I introduced them on the Friday morning Kim said she was pleased to finally meet him because she had heard so much about him. She said that with a wry smile because I had told her several stories about Marc.
I think it's fair to say that Marc was a quite a character. He was good looking, extremely charming when he wanted to be and very outgoing without being over the top. That combination meant that he could charm the knickers off a woman faster than any man I had met.
Kim is quite conservative and I was the only man she had slept with, so I think she rather disapproved of Marc's revolving door approach to girlfriends (and in truth I'd only given her a toned down version of his love life). So she started off being quite sceptical about him, but it was noticeable that his charm soon began to work on her and she warmed towards him.
I couldn't blame her - Marc was blessed with a really pleasant, likeable personality. For his part I could guess that he found Kim attractive, and that was understandable because she was in her prime - early twenties, medium height, long brown hair, a beautiful face and a lovely figure with gorgeous 36D tits.
On the Friday afternoon I had a business meeting, then in the evening Marc and his girlfriend Arantxa took us to a Chinese restaurant. Despite her exotic sounding name Arantxa was actually rather plain to look at; slightly buck-toothed and distinctly flat-chested, she came a very definite second to Kim in the looks department.
By the end of the meal I was starting to feel rather sorry for her because she was obviously very taken with Marc, whereas to Marc she was clearly only going to be around until someone more attractive came into view.
Still we had a very pleasant evening - thank heavens for the fact that nearly all Dutch people speak excellent English. We got a taxi back to the flat and then opened some wine.
None of us got drunk and anyway I was aware that I had another business meeting in the morning and then a barbeque in the afternoon which was part business, part pleasure. So we turned in just before midnight and the alcohol meant that Kim and I went straight to sleep.
The following morning I had a short but productive meeting and then it was back to the flat to meet up with the women and head off for the barbeque.
Kim and Arantxa had done a spot of local sightseeing in the morning and were just relaxing with a coffee when we returned. The barbeque didn't start until 4pm so there was plenty of time to chill out before we all had to get showered and changed.
Happily it was a hot and sunny day, so Kim was able to wear the light summery dress she had brought. By her standards it was rather daring because, although it went to just below her knee, it was strapless, with bare shoulders and showed a bit of cleavage. In fact Kim did ask me if I thought it was too much and whether she should wear a skirt and blouse instead.
I assured her it was fine and it certainly was by me; I rather approved of the fact that my slightly unadventurous wife was loosening up a bit. Still I think we were both surprised to find that at the barbeque women were heavily outnumbered and that although there were about thirty people present, only six of them were women.
Fortunately Kim was getting on well with Arantxa, so she didn't feel isolated and too dependent on me (because inevitably there were times when I ended up talking business with the Dutch guys).
I couldn't help but notice that Kim was the best looking woman there and it was obvious that some of the men were taking an interest in her. I saw several men eyeing her up and noticed how frequently men offered to refill her glass.
For her part Kim was conscious of this attention and in truth slightly flustered by it. Several times I caught her surreptitiously tugging at her dress in an effort to minimise the cleavage on show. It was actually quite sweet because she wasn't showing much compared to the amount you see some women putting on display.
To be honest I was slightly preening myself on the fact that I had such an attractive wife and later in the afternoon that feeling intensified. Kim bent over one of the tables to sort out a drink and her dress slipped slightly. This meant that the front gaped open and I had a wonderful view inside it.
More importantly it was clear that the two men in front and to the left of me were able to see as much as I could. The lovely firm rounded shape of her breasts was very obvious and there was no missing her prominent dark aureole and erect nipples.
She straightened up and immediately noticed both men staring at her and realised that they had been treated to a real eyeful of her lovely breasts. She blushed and turned away, not realising that I had witnessed the whole scene.
I was very aware that my prick was fully erect and I had to furtively adjust my trousers so it was less obvious. What came to me with a shock was that I wasn't erect because of the sight of Kim's breasts. I was erect because two men had been staring at my wife's body. I knew they must have been lusting after her, aware of their own erections and (beneath the civilised veneer of the barbeque) full of a primitive desire to spread her legs, force their cocks into her cunt and fuck her until they fired their sperm deep inside her.
The very thought was leading to a copious amount of pre-cum leaking from my cock and with no prospect of relief I plunged into a conversation with one of the Dutch technical staff and a few minutes talking about specifications and European standards did the trick and calmed me down nicely. Still my eyes were on Kim and Arantxa as they circulated and chatted to people.
The barbeque was a great success, not least because of the hot weather, which meant that people didn't start to drift away until well after dark and it was nearly midnight by the time the taxi pulled up outside Marc's flat.
We'd all had plenty to drink, but Marc insisted on a nightcap and in the end it was nearly two in the morning before we headed for the bedrooms. Marc paused in the doorway with his left arm around Arantxa.
"We can swap if you want," he said, talking to me as if the women weren't there. "It would be nice," said Marc laughingly. I was caught off guard and panicked into a reply.
"No, we've all had too much to drink. Let's get some sleep." Marc smiled and shrugged and we headed into our bedrooms.
Kim unzipped her dress, slipped it off and then removed her knickers. As soon as she was naked I pulled her down onto the bed. Alcohol or no alcohol I was desperate to have sex with her. I positioned my prick against her cunt lips and was pleased and a bit surprised to find that she was very wet.
She cried out as I thrust deep inside her, my mind ablaze with incredibly vivid sexual images. A dark corner of a Dutch garden - one man pulls down the front of Kim's dress exposing her tits, he kisses and fondles them, whilst another man pulls her knickers to one side and rams his prick into her wet cunt. A Dutch bedroom - Arantxa gasps and groans as my prick thrusts in and out of her tight cunt, the sound of my wife urging Marc to fill her pussy with sperm carries through the open door.
I wanted to say something to Kim - to tell her why I was so excited, but it was no good. My prick beat me to it, firing burst after burst of cum into her. I clung to her, neither of us saying anything, before finally I rolled off and we both fell asleep.
I woke first in the morning and lay there in the half-light. I could only think of one thing - Kim on her back, her eyes shut tight, her mouth open in a perfect O as another man fucked her. My cock was stiff and I had a burning desire to wake Kim in a way I'd never done before - by pushing my cock into her cunt. That seemed too outrageous and I just couldn't do it. Then after a while I heard sounds and movement and it was obvious that Marc and Arantxa were up and moving about.
