To give a bit of background, Helen and I were High school sweethearts, have been married for thirty years and have brought up three children. We have never done or talked about any of the shenanigans that go on in your pages and have been faithful to each other all our married life. We are a normal middle-aged couple, both a bit overweight and very ordinary.
I have always been interested in pornography, I had a secret stash of magazines in the garage for many years but over the last few years have used the internet, my favourite sites are story sites and my favourite stories are wife swapping and sharing. I have never shared my interest with my wife, as far as I know she has never read pornographic magazine, watched a video or visited an Internet site. My expectation was that this would never change.
We booked a week off work and planned to do some jobs around the house but the weather was so bad that first weekend that we went to the travel agents, to see what short breaks were available. We were lucky and flew out on a cheap all inclusive deal to a hotel on the Algarve on Monday afternoon
We arrived at the hotel in the late evening, dumped our bags in the room and went back down for something to eat from the restaurant. We entered the restaurant behind another couple, who I had seen on the flight, the waiter told us they were about to close, asked us to help ourselves to the buffet and to share a table so that the staff could clear away the rest. We collected our food, sat at the table that the waiter indicated and started chatting with the other couple. As we sat down three young men in their early twenties, also off our flight, came in and at the waiter's behest, joined us at out table.
We discovered that the other couple were married and were regulars at this hotel coming three or four times a year. I'm not good at guessing ages but it appeared to me that there was a ten year or more year age difference between them, Adam was probably younger than us in his mid forties and Beth was older in her mid fifties. They were very friendly, good fun and great at making conversation, they not only engaged Helen and I but also brought the three young men, Cliff, Dan and Eric into the conversation. Within half an hour supper and four bottles of wine were finished and the seven of us moved into the bar, pushed two tables together and sat chatting, telling jokes and laughing like old friends.
It stuck me as an unlikely group, three men in their twenties, a man in his forties, two women and a man in their fifties, who had only just met, getting on like several houses on fire. Helen and I are not normally big drinkers but we went to bed that night drunk as lords having had a great evening.
Helen and I suffered with bad heads the next day and missed breakfast; we had a walk around town to get out bearings, later in the morning, then had a siesta at lunch time. By two O'clock, after a shower, Helen was feeling good, I still felt like I'd been hit by a truck, but agreed to join her in a Dip in the pool. I was looking forward to seeing all the young things with their tits out but more than that had the idea that Beth would have hers' on show and I really wanted to see those old jugs.
I liked it when Helen got her tits out but she had not done so for years, not since she had started to put weight on in her late thirties. When she used to go topless it was only when lying on the beach and rarely by a pool when there were not many people about, she never sat up, stood or walked about topless. Helen wore a conservative black one piece under tee shirt and shorts and we headed off for the pool. None of our new friends from last night were by the pool; we dropped our stuff on a vacant sun lounger and had a swim. Helen came out more refreshed and wanted a beer, I was even more of a mess, my ear was now hurting, my head was still bad and I felt sick. Helen settled on the sun lounger with her book and a beer I headed back to the room, I said that I would be back down if I felt better and for her to wake me for dinner, if I was asleep.
I had a look around before heading off; Helen was one of a minority with her tits covered, there were some lovely sights including one or two thong bikini bottoms that would give me something to think about in my room. I slept, woke up, looked at my watch, it was half passed six and Helen was not back. I had a quick shower and shave, brushed my teeth and felt 100% better than I had in the afternoon. It was a quarter to seven and Helen still wasn't back.
We didn't normally spend more than a couple of hours at a time at the pool, especially on the first day when most at risk from sun burn. I put my shorts and tee shirt on and went back to the pool, there were not many people about and Helen wasn't on the sun lounger where I had left her. I walked around the pool, heard laughter and then saw her and the rest of the gang from last night in a secluded alcove formed by the hotel building and the high perimeter wall, sharing the two sun loungers that were squeezed in there.
Helen and Beth had their backs to me, each was sitting straddling a sun lounger, which they shared with the guys who were sitting and lying on the remaining space. What shocked me was that Helen had the top half of her one piece down around her hips. Beth didn't disappoint either she was wearing only the tiniest thong bikini bottom with a thin piece of cloth disappearing between the cheeks of her arse. The women were far from glamour models both had fat arses but even from behind with their tits out and their legs spread wide, they looked very sexy.
They were all still laughing as if recovering from a joke; Adam was the first to see me and called across. "Hi Rupert, grab yourself a glass." and holding up a large jug said. "We've got a couple of pitchers of beer."
Helen stood up, turned to me and said. "I've got you a glass and I've saved you a space, how are you feeling now Rupert." She seemed relaxed, a bit drunk and very comfortable with her state of dress and her friends. She was better looking than Beth and her tits were bigger.
