It was ok, not bad, just about alright. But of course, it should have been brilliant, wonderful and marvellous. That is my husband and I making love or, as it is more like nowadays, him fucking me. We stopped making a love a few years ago when we were both in our earliest forties with teenage children slowly leaving the nest. Now into our mid-forties sex was not like it used to be. It had become a routine, a process almost, something that we had to do although maybe either or both of us would probably have preferred watching later evening TV. But from chatting to the girls at the golf and tennis clubs this was no too un usual a situation with regard to sex and middle-age takes over.
Luckily, I think, we both recognised the problem and we were able to talk about, unlike many couples.
That started one night when, as it happens, he was indeed fucking me. As usual we'd gone to bed around eleven and he was in his boxers and me, as my sign that I was up for it, naked. I pressed myself up against his back squashing my full, round D cup boobs against it as an indication I wanted attention.
At the time that was happening once and occasionally twice a week rather than the three or four frequency we had maintained throughout our twenties and thirties. He got the message, turned over, kissed me and took me into his arms. He wasn't by any means hard but I felt distinct stirrings down there and squirmed my pubic mound against it as I slid my hand inside his boxers onto his lovely, pert bum and between us we fumbled his boxers off. I held his cock and enjoyed it growing in my hands until he was ready. Momentarily I considered taking it into my mouth but we didn't really do those things anymore so I continued stroking it until it was hard and he rolled on top of me. I opened my legs, he snuggled between them and excited me as he pressed the end of it right against my lips before bursting through and surging right up me.
Then we fucked and it was ok, not bad, just about alright!
*
It was after that when we talked and agreed that our forthcoming holiday in Spain with neither of the kids and just us would be like second honeymoon.
"We'll make love every day darling," he promised.
"Yeah, promises, promises,2 I grinned back at him
We chatted along those lines agreeing that this was going to be different, something new, a holiday of a lifetime.
Little did I know how true that was going to be!
*
"Your first time here?" was the rather trite question that was the first time any of us spoke to each other.
Telling him that it was he told me.
"It's our fourth now, we love it."
"Well, it's seems lovely, this is our second day."
We were at a holiday hotel in Majorca and I was standing in the pool cooling off when a guy who I had seen a couple of times and had reached the nodding stage, opened up the conversation between us.
"By the way, I'm Tom and my wife is Meg," the quite good-looking guy said a few minutes later as we continued chatting and then shook hands standing in the pool with the water up to our waists.
"Nice to meet you, I'm Jayne and my husband is Kevin," was how the chat continued as I noticed Tom checking out my boobs in the, possibly, slightly too small bikini a couple of times.
It went on for a few more minutes until I said.
"Well, that's enough for me, nice talking to you Tom," as I swam over to the steps to get out of the pool feeling Tom's gaze on my bottom as I climbed up the steps
"So, who's your pick up?" Kevin asked, adding. "I got you a shandy, ok?"
"Yes, that's fine thanks, he's a nice guy."
"Well, you spent long enough finding that out, where they from?"
"Near Manchester, I didn't catch the town," I told him as I sank down onto my sunbed and closed my eyes.
"Hi again," Tom said as he and Meg walked past us at the poolside restaurant an hour or so later as Kevin and I were looking at the menus.
"Oh hi Tom, this is Kevin my husband," I told him as Kevin stood up and shook hands as Tom replied.
"And this is Meg, my wife."
I saw Kevin's eyes light up as he took in the lovely vision shaking hands with him. Meg was tall, slim and striking. Not classically beautiful as her angular nose was a little too large for her to be that but her vividly blue, large eyes more than made up for that minor deficiency. She had a great smile and beamed that at both of us as Kevin, rather unwisely in my opinion, invited them to join our table for lunch.
As it happens the four of us got on well. I warmed to Meg quite quickly as clearly Kevin did to Tom. We found a number of common interests and the conversation flowed as easily as did the two bottles of wine. It turned out that we were all on a dinner bed and breakfast package so the next evening we ate together and sat chatting in the bar afterwards.
That led to us sitting near to each other around the pool and spending most of the next few days and evenings in each other's company. We all got on really well and it was as if we had known each other for ages. The four of us were about the same ages, early to mid-forties and we both had two teenage children who were far too old to come on holiday with mums and dads. From general discussion, rather than specific questioning we seemed to be similar in wealth and lifestyle and we had broadly similar interests and hobbies. Meg ran a small hairdressing and beauty clinic and Tom was a partner in a firm of accountants, whereas Kevin had his own marketing business and I had recently taken a part time job on a local newspaper group which I loved.
*
"Why don't we borrow the scooters and go to a beach?" Tom suggested a few days later.
"What scooters?" Kevin asked.
"The hotel has a few of those motor scooters like modern day Vespas or Lambrettas that guests can borrow."
We agreed on the idea and Tom went off to reception to arrange it. Returning and grinning as he announced.
"All set for two pm, ok?"
"Better have lunch first then," Meg sensibly suggested with Tom adding.
"And not a liquid one today if we have to drive."
Knowing that we were going to be on the beach and swimming we were in our swim suits. Megs and I had thin sundresses over our bikinis and the guys were in tee shirts and swim shorts.
"How about swapping partners," Tom announced out of the blue as we finished our light lunch.
Kevin and I both looked at him with me certainly and maybe him as well shocked and surprised until Tom went on. "On the bikes."
After some light-hearted banter it was agreed that I would travel with Tom and Megs with Kevin and I climbed onto the scooter behind Tom. As we pulled away Tom said over his shoulder.
"You had better hold onto me Jayne, be safer."
I slipped my arms around his waist and hung on as he drove us fairly slowly and carefully the five miles or so to the beach. As went along, Tom seemed to push back against me so that his bum pressed quite firmly against my opened thighs and right onto my pussy. Although a little disconcerting, it felt rather nice. We had a good time there for a couple of hours until it was time to return.
"How about the ladies driving us back?" Tom suggested adding. "You up for that Jay?"
"Sure."