Like many men on this site I often fantasise about my wife Helen being involved in a threesome. We have never discussed the idea over the years we have been together. The closest we got has been on the rare occasions we watched some porn together she appeared to enjoy watching mmf scenes and I would sometimes get her to give me a blowjob while I inserted her vibrator into her. During these sessions I certainly imagined that Helen was having a threesome, I'd no idea what was going through her mind but she certainly seemed to enjoy being stimulated by two cocks, even if one of them wasn't a real one.
On the occasions when we have discussed what kind of men Helen found attractive she would always say the Turkey had the best looking blokes, we'd been on holiday there a few times when we were first married.
We are both late forties, I've kept my good looks but my figure isn't the same as it was 20 years ago when I first met Helen but she has kept herself in shape with regular exercise and can still get into the short skirts that I was desperate to get into when I first met her in the 1990's. Helen is 5ft 5 with wavy brown long hair, she has a sexy smile but her fest features are her fantastic 34B breasts and her amazing legs which despite her being 5 inches shorter than me are longer than mine.
A fortunate opportunity occurred this summer as Helen's mum and dad offered to look after the kids for a few days so we were able to have 3 days in the sun. We're both double jabbed so the Canaries were an option and the flights worked out perfectly. We had been to Maspalomas twice before we had kids and both enjoyed it.
On our previous visits over 10 years ago nothing much happened with regards to sexual shenanigans apart from me persuading her at the end of our last holiday to venture over to the nudist side of the beach but once there Helen remained face down.
Our trip this summer was great with us spending the first 2 days on the main beach, Helen was happy to sunbathe topless and while we were in the bed on our penultimate night I managed to persuade her to visit the nudist beach on our last day.
I teased Helen, "Will you be on your front all day like 10 years ago?"
She gave as good as got, "Depends on the view, I might get a better one laid on my back."
I had no doubt that I (and every other red blooded male on the beach) would definitely have a better view if Helen was naked and laid on her back.
So, on our last day we wandered over to the nudist beach. We lay our towels down towards the back of the beach as the front section was quite busy with couples and men. Once or twice during our previous visits to the beach both of us had remarked on other people on the beach. Nothing pervy or nasty just if a person was very attractive or stood out from the others.
Some time, later as we were both laid on our towels on our backs day dreaming when a guy about our age wandered past us. He was well tanned, tall, dark haired and obviously worked out. Although I would say he was as attractive as me he clearly had a much fitter figure and very little body hair. He was naked apart from a wrist watch and a newspaper. He certainly fitted that south Mediterranean look that Helen had confessed to finding attractive.
I glanced at my wife over my sunglasses and noticed her watching him, she had also risen up on to her elbows enhancing the shape of her naked breasts and her legs had also naturally parted. Now on here you read stories and they always say the guys cock was huge or it hung down to his knees. Well this guys didn't and his length was the same as mine but he certainly had an impressive width which made me have a second glance. His wide cock was swinging about in front of him as he comically tried to avoid burning his feet on the hot sand by stepping on the odd tuft of grass that was sprouting nearby. He clearly had forgotten his shoes as well as his clothes.
This meant that he came quite close to my wife and looking at where his eyes where pointing he was certainly taking in the sights. As he passed her he smiled, "Scusa, scusa."
Helen smiled back and replied, "Ola Senor."
"Ciao signora sexy, le tue gambe sono fantastiche." he grinned back before he wandered away towards the dunes.
I moved closer to her and as I gently stroked her arm and whispered, "I take it you liked that view? But I've no idea what he said apart from he thinks you are sexy and part of you is fantastic."
Helen grinned back, "Maybe he was just impressed with my spanish. But yes, he certainly was easy on the eye. I'm surprised you couldn't interpret what he said as I've always thought of you as a cunning linguist."
Grinning back at my wife I teased, "I don't think it was Spanish he was saying, more like Italian and I've never heard anyone's language skills described as sexy. So you thought he was good looking then?"
Helen appeared to be getting a bit flustered and tried to dismiss my jibe with the line, "To be honest with the package he was carrying I can't imagine any woman would care where he was from."
Clearly she hoped that his impressive girth would embarrass me into silence but I just laughed back, "So you're now into Italian Stallions rather than Turkish Hunks then?"
Helen just laid back, closed her eyes and carried on sunbathing although I was certain that her nipples were harder than they were before her Italian Stallion walked past. As it was our last day I thought it would be nice for us to share some wine so offered to go and get a bottle for us to share, I was also curious to see if Helen's admirer would return in my absence.
Helen accepted my offer to get some refreshments and rolled on to her front knowing that it would take me some time to walk down the beach to the shop. As I departed I admired my wife and got a great view of her slit which appeared to be glistening, was it from the heat or had her earlier encounter aroused her?
Having purchased a nice cool bottle of chardonnay I panicked when I returned to where I had left my wife as there was no sign of her. I don't know why but my mind instantly conjured up an image of her laid on her back with the Italian Stallion pleasuring her somewhere in the dunes.
I deposited the bottle of wine by our towels and was just about to go looking for her in the dunes when I spotted her walking back up the beach from the sea, rather than experiencing some sexual freedom she'd just been for a swim to cool down.
"Wow, someone looks pleased to see me", Helen grinned as she approached me, the cool sea having made her nipples stand to attention.
The prospect of what she might have been up to had given me a serious shep on, which Helen enjoyed teasing me with by grabbing my cock and stroking it a few times before settling back down on the towel.
"Thanks for the wine", Helen said as she released my manhood and laid down on her towel.
Once we had finished the bottle I asked if Helen wanted to go for a wander amongst the dunes.
