It was quite early on Saturday morning when I woke to find the bed next to me empty. My head ached from the previous night's drinking and dancing so I was somewhat dopey as I entered the kitchen in my boxer shorts and drank two long cool glasses of water.
The sun was gleaming on the surface of the pool and as I stared at its bright reflection, I noticed two familiar shapes low in the water; my lovely wife Alice and our young neighbour Mitch were doing their first hundred lengths of the day.
As I watched, they finished whatever count they were doing, stopped at the pool's shallow end and stood with their backs to the side, chatting enthusiastically. Alice's face was bright and beaming as her young athletic friend kept her amused and impressed.
"They're getting on well," Carmen said coming up silently behind me, a habit she seemed to have developed deliberately to unsettle me, "but not as well as last night if I recall correctly."
I grimaced. She certainly was correct. Apart from a great deal of close, slow dancing at the nearby bar-restaurant, I had watched Mitch - partly following an example set by Carmen herself - fondle my wife's firm buttocks through her dress as they had slow danced in front of me until Alice eventually moved his hands back to her waist.
Her resistance seemed to have taken much longer that it might and afterwards I had watched her unconsciously rubbing herself against his thigh as they had danced through the last remaining songs of the evening.
They had also briefly kissed with mouths accidentally open and tongues in each other's mouths as we had said our 'Goodnights' later.
You won't be surprised to hear that it hadn't crossed my mind to intervene at any point to prevent my wife being touched sexually by this young man or to hear that I found it all extremely erotic.
To my surprise, at her instigation and to encourage Mitch, I had fondled Carmen's rounded, curvy bottom for the first time - though of course nothing like to the same degree as my wife's buttocks had been enjoyed.
"When shall we tell her?" I asked, coming out of my reverie and referring to the bad news Carmen had told me the previous afternoon that Steve, her husband and my wife's lover had been so delayed in his business that he would now only arrive in the resort after Alice and I had returned home.
He had first been delayed for two days, then a third, depriving Alice and me of three of the four days and nights of amazing sex and shuddering orgasms that she had been so looking forward to enjoying and I had been looking forward to watching.
We had both been very disappointed by this. I suspected that her current cheerfulness because she expected Steve would arrive in a few hours and that if we were both lucky, before the sun went down he would have fucked her beyond sense and rationality before my eyes.
"We'll tell her over breakfast," Carmen insisted, '"let's not spoil her fun now."
She nodded at the pool where a race was clearly in progress. Alice was half way through a length, swimming quickly with a great deal of splashing and as I watched, Mitch launched himself after her. There was no contest, even with half a length's lead and with a few powerful strokes Mitch caught up with her and grabbed her legs under the water.
Alice squealed in delight, Mitch grabbed her around the waist, Alice turned towards him, her arms and legs flailing, Mitch pulled her towards him, her legs wrapped themselves around his waist so her bikini bottoms were resting on his swim shorts...
For a moment they froze, staring into each other's eyes, adjusting their positions, Mitch's midriff pressed hard against my wife's bikini clad vulva.
And then Carmen called across the terrace that she and I were starving and that was quite enough exercise for one morning.
Mitch held my wife in his strong arms while she unwrapped her legs from around his thighs and lowered herself into the water. For a moment they both straightened their swim clothes awkwardly, Mitch's impressive erection impossible to hide under the skin tight material, then climbed the steps out of the pool and crossed to the terrace.
"Will I see you later?" the young man asked as he turned to go into his mother's villa.
"I hope so," I heard my wife reply, smiling sweetly as she joined Carmen and me at the table.
***
Later that morning, the three of us walked slowly through the smart marina a short drive away, staring open mouthed at the lines of sleek, expensive yachts that ostentatiously lined its walkways and their even more ostentatious owners and hangers-on. I loved boats, especially large ocean going yachts and occasionally dreamed of owning one if my lottery numbers ever came up.
Normally I would be transfixed by the multi-million pound line up before us but that lunchtime my attention was fixed on my lovely wife who had taken the news of her lover's non-arrival in almost total silence -- an unusual state that persisted throughout breakfast and she had exchanged very few words with either me or Carmen since.
I was sure I had seen tears rising in her pretty blue eyes too and my heart ached for her though she hadn't uttered a single word of complaint, perhaps knowing my own disappointment wasn't far behind hers.
Despite this, she had automatically dressed sexily for the day's excursion -- one that was originally intended to end with the collection of Steve from the airport -- and when she came into the lounge from our bedroom I was gobsmacked!
My sweet wife and the mother of our two kids was wearing a pair of shorts cut off so high in the leg that, had she possessed any, her pubic hair would have been clearly visible at the crotch - certainly there was no possibility that she was wearing panties underneath. Added to that were a tight vest top cut just under her breasts which showcased her nipples alarmingly and revealed what was now very nearly a six-pack tummy to match Mitch's. On her feet she wore a pair of white trainers and short cotton socks, her hair was pulled back in a ponytail and she wore large designer sunglasses.
"Sorry I'm late," she smiled as I closed my gaping mouth, "Will I do?"
"Wow!" was all I could reply.
Presumably she had intended to arouse Steve from the moment he had arrived and entice him quickly into bed, possibly even enjoying some extremely intimate contact in the back seat of the car as they had when he had first seduced her.
Dressed like that, she would most certainly have been successful and, given her extreme state of arousal and frustration, I would not have expected to see either of them for at least an hour after we had arrived back at the apartment.
As it was, with no lover to collect, I had ample opportunity to watch and admire my wife's slender body to the full. I wasn't alone in this as the glances and outright stares from most of the men we passed clearly showed. Alice herself was a little subdued, but still the bright, lovely woman I knew.
"She's taking it well," Carmen said eventually as Alice paused to look into the window of a designer clothing store, "at least we didn't have tears or tantrums."
"She would never do that," I chided, "but I feel so bad for her - she's so frustrated," I said, "after all the build-up we both gave this holiday, for him not to be here at all..." I let the words hang in the air.
We continued along the quay until lunchtime when we enjoyed a few tapas and a long drink in a waterside restaurant. Then Alice and I strolled along the nearby private beach while Carmen went to buy another new sun dress -- there had been a sale in one of the designer shops -- and as we walked by the water's edge I felt my wife slip her arm through mine.
"I'm really sorry about Steve..." I began but she interrupted me.
"No, I'm sorry!" she insisted, "I've been selfish all morning. We're having a great time and I've been... distracted... it's spoiling our last day."
I squeezed her hand.
"No it isn't," I protested, "you're just disappointed, that's all. It's only natural. I'm badly disappointed too. I was looking forward to watching and... afterwards..."
I ran out of words, embarrassed, but Alice hadn't finished.
"I'm sorry I was mean last night too. I know you only wanted to help. To be honest, in the night I wished you'd given me that orgasm after all. It was such a sweet thought but by then..."
I chuckled. "Well you'd given me what I needed the night before... I just thought..."
"It was a good thought," Alice smiled and squeezed my hand back. "and we might just have to do something about it and about you later tonight, Cucky Boy,"
I beamed at the thought. "I did bring the condoms..."
"The ribbed and studded ones?" she asked. I nodded. "I thought you might," she said softly. "You're a very special person."
"You're pretty hot stuff yourself," I added, a little embarrassed.
Alice grinned, "Then we're an ideal couple," she laughed, "if not a very conventional one!"
Her fingers entwined with mine and for a few minutes we walked along the waterline, feeling the cool sea between our toes. I felt so proud of the wonderful, sexy woman by my side; proud that so many men wanted her too.
"I suppose we just built it all up too much," she continued pensively, "I just got much too excited..."
There was a long pause.
"What's the matter?" I asked.
"Well..." she sounded hesitant, "well, to be honest, I'm getting a bit... uneasy... about just how much I needed it... just how desperate I felt last night... what I'm turning into..."
"You're falling in love with Steve?" I asked, worriedly.
