A loud splash coming from the pool broke my concentration. I looked up from my book, blinking as the bright sunshine fought its way through my sunglasses.
I smiled; two teenage boys were skylarking in the clear, warm water, both showing-off, each trying to appear older, stronger and more grown-up than the other. It had been the same the previous day, and the day before that, and the reason was obvious; my lovely wife Alice was sunbathing topless on the patio again.
A brief flush of pride passed through me as I looked at the slim, athletic, figure stretched full length on the clean white sun bed, bare breasted and wearing one of the tiniest pairs of red bikini panties I had ever seen.
As I watched, she slowly raised her slender, toned arms up over her head, tightening the muscles of her tummy and stretching her bony chest until her tiny breasts had all but disappeared, the absence of tan lines blending them smoothly into the bony curves of her body.
My wife's tiny breasts had actually grown smaller as she had become slimmer and fitter, though with her long, slender legs and shoulder length blonde hair, she still had a figure to admire and lust over, as our two teenage friends had discovered, much to my amusement.
I watched their display of bravado surreptitiously and wondered how the boys would react if they knew they were being turned on by a woman old enough to be their mother. I chuckled to myself then tried to imagine what else they might think and perhaps even do if they knew the object of their desire was not perhaps as far out of reach as they might imagine.
Alice's little display was probably at least in part for their benefit, if only subconsciously. The idea brought a thrill to my spine and a hardness within my swimming shorts that I had to lower my book to conceal.
It was the last full day of our last-minute half term holiday in Spain. The kids were taking part in one of the supervised activities run by the nearby 'fun club' which gave Alice and me some time to relax.
It had been a great week, made all the better because it had been so unexpected.
And it had all started only two Saturdays before.
***
It was Saturday morning, two weeks before half term began. Carmen was due to call at our house shortly to see Alice and, I expected, to have a girly chat while I took the kids to their normal weekend activities and her husband Steve played golf.
Carmen was now as she put it, 'great with child', so the girls always had a lot to talk about. Her baby bump was becoming very obvious and the effect it was having was predictably profound; the woman simply exuded sex.
There had always been an aura of sexuality around this fiery, dark-haired gypsy of a woman, but now that her belly was swollen, it had reached new heights. Her nearly black hair was bright and glossy, her eyes sparkled permanently with mischief, her skin glowed with health and her posture cried out for male attention.
It usually got it too, especially in the short, close-fitting maternity dresses that she now routinely wore.
Steve was simply over the moon about the prospect of becoming a father, albeit rather later in life than most of their friends. For me this was wonderful to see, and for the first time I was able to have real, deep conversations with him about something on which I was the relative expert.
This had brought a better balance to our relationship that made life both easier and happier.
Steve of course was the man who had first seduced Alice in front of me over a year ago and started us on the journey that had made my wife a slut, me a willing cuckold and brought us both so much pleasure and pain.
Since then the scheming of Carmen, his she-Devil of a wife, had brought about our further downfall and despite her current pregnancy, I was convinced she had our further degradation well planned.
The most recent example of this was the night my wife and our mutual friend Julie - another of Steve's married conquests - had recently spent pretending to be prostitutes.
The idea had been that two of Carmen's London friends, strangers to the two wives, would pick them up in a bar as if they were clients. The girls had taken their supposed punters to a nearby hotel bedroom where they had been paid like whores, then fucked as hard as their clients desired and in whatever way they wanted.
Alice had been rewarded with a wonderful, satisfying evening of good sex with a new, unfamiliar and exciting partner. Julie's evening had been equally satisfying at first, but then we had discovered that her pretend client had actually been a real one, and that she had indeed whored herself out for the cash she had received.
To our amazement, though shocked at first, not only had Julie not been horrified by this mistake, it seemed to have heightened her enjoyment of the whole event.
Worse still, she had been so aroused by the experience that she had already met the man again and had once again been paid for indulging his darkest desires, knowing full well that that she was prostituting herself. This second whoring had gone so well that Julie had announced she was going to sign up with an escort agency and begin sex work professionally.
Worst of all, the obvious delight Julie was enjoying from her descent into prostitution was making my own wife green-eyed with envy in a way I had seldom seen before. I knew the two girls had discussed it many times and, although I had no reason to believe Alice had actually taken any more steps down that road, she was most definitely attracted by the idea.
Of course, she had denied it every time the subject had come up, but we had been married far too long for me not to read the powerful messages her body was projecting. I was beginning to have serious concerns about the amount of time the two girls and the She-Devil Carmen were spending together, and the secrets they were so obviously sharing.
So, it was with some trepidation that I left Carmen and my beautiful but regularly unfaithful wife seated on the patio, chatting. As it was nearly lunchtime, they had a glass of wine each - the one glass Carmen allowed herself despite her pregnancy - and of course, had become a bit giggly.
Whenever the two of them got together like this, it seemed that I was usually the source of their amusement, so I made myself scarce with my own Saturday chores and activities. I was pleased when the time finally came to collect our two sweaty, tired, ravenous kids from their Saturday sports.
When I returned, Carmen had gone home, and the wine bottle was nearly empty. Alice was definitely a little tiddly but was also beaming with pleasure.
"How would you like a Spanish holiday at half term?" she asked brightly.
"This half term?" I replied. "In two weeks' time?"
"Yes. Carmen's offered us their apartment. Steve's got to work half the week and she doesn't want to go on her own, so they're having a long weekend with her parents."
"Sounds great, but can we get flights at such short notice? And can we afford them?"
"They're free, well nearly free. At least for two of us. Carmen had already booked for her and Steve. All we need to do is change the names and see if we can get two last minute seats for the kids."
"Can you get time off at short notice?"
"I think so. I've covered for other people's holidays enough times. Could you?"
I thought for a moment.
"I expect I could. It's a bit quiet now anyway."
"And you like the idea?"
"I love it. Let's do it!"
"Great! I'll get on the net now."
"Alice! About Julie's idea..."
She paused in her excitement.
"Can we talk it through on holiday?"
"Can Julie wait that long? Can her client?"
"I'll call her back and let her know."
***
Half an hour later when the kids had scraped most of the mud off their knees, I was putting my tools away in the garage when I heard Alice's voice behind me.
"All done! We leave on Sunday, two weeks from tomorrow."
"For a whole week?"
"A whole week. We fly back the following Sunday afternoon. It's a late flight so we even get an extra few hours on the Sunday morning."
I kissed her on the forehead.
"Well done. We could do with a break."
She beamed and turned to go back into the kitchen when a thought occurred to me.
