It was late summer 1996. I was sitting at our dining room table playing monopoly with the kids, Lisa our eldest was trying her best to steal from the bank while my attention was on the twins. They were arguing over who's turn it was as usual.
Thursday night is my night with the kids, Marie has to deal with them all week. Its hard work with two 4 year old's and a 10 year old who thinks she is 17. Thursday is her night out with the girls.
My name is Martin Smith, a carpenter by trade. I tend to work long hours and quite often fall to sleep in my favourite comfy chair in the evenings while my wife watches the TV. I'm married to Marie, we have three children. I cherish my weekends with her and the kids.
Lisa was the first to hear the key turn in the lock, she leapt from the table to greet her mum as she came in. Marie had a huge grin on her face as she came through to see us at the table. I looked up.
"Hi I was just about to put these to bed, you are back just in time."
She put her hand into her handbag flinging what seemed like a snowstorm of notes onto the monopoly board. They fluttered down mixing with the play money. £10s, £20s everywhere!
"I won £4,000 on the bingo, we are rich!"
The kids were squealing, Marie was screaming. I sat there speechless, shocked.
"We can do that holiday after all!" An excited Marie beamed at us.
I smiled at her.
"Let's all sit and calm down for a sec, is this for real have you really won 4 grand?"
"yup."
She said, with a big smile on her face.
I picked her up, twirled her around and hugged her. After we had all calmed down we snuggled the kids into bed. We settled down and cuddled up on the sofa to talk about a holiday we could now afford because of this windfall.
We agreed on a week's break somewhere in the Mediterranean, Ibiza or Corfu. It was a great feeling both of us buzzing.
In bed that night she was wonderful, lots of kissing and cuddling. Marie was in a great mood, she gave me a long sensuous blowjob. Something she had not done in ages, she was on fire, I hadn't seen or felt her with this passion in a long time, I offered to return the favour but she said no, she was beat.
The next morning I was gone early before anyone was up. It felt good at work knowing we could take the kids away with no money worries. The day flew by.
I returned home around 5pm to the smell of roast chicken as I entered the house. I was walking down the hallway towards the kitchen when I heard Marie chatting to someone. It turned out to be our neighbour Jenny, they were giggling like schoolgirls looking at our laptop.
Marie looked up.
"Marty, we have been looking at holidays. How do you feel about Jenny and George coming with us. We have been pricing up villas with private pools in Ibiza, we could share the cost what do you think?"
To be honest I was looking forward to a holiday with just us and the kids, but looking at the two of them I couldn't bring myself to say it.
"That would be great." came out of my mouth.
Marie had also invited them around this evening for dinner so we sat there going over what we all wanted from a holiday while eating. The girls were ecstatic, they loved aunt Jen from next door.
A few weeks later here we are in Ibiza, on a complex of villas with a small clubhouse with local entertainment.
I couldn't knock the villa, the two girls had made a terrific choice. Four bedrooms, a pool, a huge lounge leading to a big BBQ area with views overlooking the sea.
The ladies unpacked while George and I took the girls out of the way to explore the complex. The clubhouse was nice it had a small bar with a dance floor, maybe a dozen or so people in there.
It seemed friendly. The itinerary pinned to the notice board of what was to become the entertainment for the coming week. Magicians, dancers, comedians and singers. The usual stuff for family holidays, except Monday night was Adult Night. NO minors.
George asked the girl behind the bar about it.
She said, "We have a hypnotist and some rather racy comedians on Mondays, it can get a bit rowdy."
"Hmm sounds good, shame you have the kids Marty" laughed George with a uncalled for smile on his face.
"One day this will be you and Jenny my friend, you won't be laughing then!" I fired back at him.
That evening we settled the kids to bed and had a lovely meal out on the patio watching the sunset over the sea. George had barbecued ribs with a Mediterranean salad as a thank you for letting them tag along.
Marie went over she put her arms around him and kissed the back of his neck as he stood at the BBQ.
"Thank you George."
She turned, looked at me and Jenny sitting at the table staring open mouthed.
"What!....We are on our holidays? It was very nice of George to show off his cooking skills." She says defensively.
Smiling at us both she came back and sat by my side, her hand rubbing my leg dangerously close to my groin, I think as a way of getting my mind off of the neck kiss.
The rest of the evening was uneventful apart from the way George kept glancing at Marie in a lustful way, hopefully my imagination. Jenny seemed to be oblivious to it.
We had quite a few beers between the four of us and at about 11pm Jenny declared she and George were heading for the bedroom, leaving Marie and me to clean the patio area up.
After 20 minutes we decided to call it a night too. As we passed the closed door of our friends bedroom we heard the bed creaking rhythmically. It was obvious what was going on, I was holding Marie's hand and realised she had stopped outside the door as my arm was dragged back. She was listening to them fuck.
I said quietly "come on, don't eavesdrop."
She seemed entranced. She turned, looked at me "They are fucking in there!"
I grinned and said "come on, we can too!"
I pulled her away from the door and up the hall to the next bedroom, as we walked to the bed she pushed me backwards. I felt the bed touch the backs of my legs, she put her hand to my chest as I fell onto my back as she shimmied out of her panties. She had a pure look of lust in her eyes, she jumped onto the bed and straddled me kissing me hard.
Her tongue was probing my mouth as we heard a high pitched squeal through the thin wall between our bedrooms. This spurred Marie on to sit up and move her body up mine. Her pussy literally slid up my chest leaving a moist trail she was so wet.
The smell of her arousal was overwhelming as she purred.
"Eat me like you are a starving man!"
She planted her soaking wet pussy over my mouth and gyrated back and forth. She had freshly shaved this morning and was lovely and smooth, she held onto the headboard and pushed down onto me as she listened to our neighbours fucking their brains out.
My cock was straining in my shorts and I could not release myself as my arms were pinned by her legs. She spun a bit on my face leaving me with my nose against her ass and my tongue in her pussy. She was starting to grunt and moan loudly madly pushing backwards and forwards.
I managed to free my arms to touch my steel hard cock in my shorts, She slapped my hand away and held onto my wrist with her hand. The noises from next door were getting louder too, maybe they didn't want to be outdone by Marie.
Marie became even more vocal, "Oh God, suck on my pussy, eat my ass!"
She was quite loud, they must have heard her next door. I had never heard her become so vocal, I liked it. I traced my tongue over her rosebud and between her lips over and over. I was getting so turned on my shorts were soaked in precum I needed to be touched badly.
