It was our first wedding anniversary and we celebrated it with a second honeymoon. Sara at twenty was four years younger than me and is the love of my life. We still behaved like newly weds and enjoyed sex with each other whenever we could but that was not surprising because I was Sara's first and I had little more experience than she did. But that honeymoon was to change the course of our marriage from that year on.
I suppose it started the first night we were at the hotel. We dressed for dinner, I casually and Sara wore her black shift dress which accentuated her slim athletic body. In fact I realised, walking to the dining area, that she looked stupendous. The dress was a loose A line cut and with every movement it appeared to emphasise her lithe body underneath. The dress swirled with her every high heeled step.
In the outdoor dining area we were able to see that the other hotel guests were a pretty mixed bag. As it was out of season there were as expected plenty of older people but surprising there were enough young people that we didn't feel out of place.
At the end of dinner the entertainment began so we stayed around nursing our drinks listening to what was on offer. After a singer and an exhibition of 'folklore' dancing it was announced that there were going to be games and prizes. This is the point where I would normally proffer our excuses and leave but Sara wanted to stay and to see what was going to happen.
The games were the usual sort rather silly, very so slightly risqué games. Sara insisted we should join in at least one so at some point we responded to the call for players and went out onto the floor. The game was the one where you have to pass an orange from one person to another without touching it with your hands. It was a blousy middle aged fat woman who started to pass the orange to me. She has it in the crook of her neck and I tried to reciprocate her and take it off her. She insisted on squirming around rubbing her breasts into my chest and as the orange slipped down her body I found I was rubbing my face between her breasts trying to get the orange secured with my chin. At last I succeeded and turned to Sara.
'You seemed to be having fun with that woman.'
'See if you can do better then,' which she did immediately relieving me of the orange as if she played this game constantly. She turned to the next person who I recognised as one of the two men in the room next door to our room.
In spite of Sara's efforts there seemed to be a lot of difficulty in passing the orange on. The man had his hands on her waist to keep her close to him and he was frequently raising and lowering his body and coincidentally running his hands up and down Sara's body trying to get a purchase on it the orange. Eventually he succeeded and turned to the next person.
Sara grabbed my hand and dragged me off back to the table.
'Maybe you were right.'
'Right about what"
'Right about not staying around to play these silly games.'
'Why, what's the matter?'
'He had his hands all over me and was rubbing his thing against me.'
'I'm sure he didn't mean to.' I said not really believing that. After all Sara is very attractive and her dress was a pretty flimsy barrier to her body. He must have had a very good feel of her. 'You saw that I had to get very close to that woman, it what the game is all about, so don't blame him.'
Sara is not stupid in fact she is highly intelligent but she does often appears to be naïve. This is because she is not worldly wise, she often acts the innocent abroad. She was brought up in a highly protective environment amongst nice people who only did nice things. In fact I still find it hard to believe that I was her first boyfriend.
We returned to our room where Sara immediately steered me to the bed where we made quite passionate love.
'You seem to be particularly horney'
'Don't be silly, it's just like our honeymoon.'
I had my doubts especially as she spent time successfully arousing me again to so that we could make love languidly.
The next evening the entertainment was a quartet playing romantic music out by the swimming pool. We were sitting together on cushions on the ground watching them when the man from the next door room came up to us.
'Hi, my name's Carl, I'm in the room next door to you and we sort of met last night with the oranges. I thought you might like to have a drink with me.' He had a bottle of champagne and three glasses making his intention very clear.
We were both already slightly drunk but would have been impolite to refuse and he poured the champagne, grabbed some more cushions and settle himself next to Sara. She moved a bit closer to me to increase the distance from him.
There was some desultory conversation, he and his friend come from Germany and had been at the resort some days. His friend was out with someone else so that he was on his own. We drank the champagne, with Sara drinking more than was good for her. Conversation petered out in a relaxed way and we all settled back to enjoy the music.
Sara has snuggled into me resting her head on my shoulder with her back to Carl. I notice though that she would fidget ever so gently. Initially, I just thought that she was trying to get more comfortable but then I realised that there must be something more happening. I looked across and saw that Carl was lying down closer to her than before and that it looked as though he had one of his arms very, very close to Sara's arse. I sat up a it more slightly dislodging Sara but she still maintained her position. I could now see that Carl did in fact have his arm going up Sara's dress and he must at least be fondling the back of Sara's thighs. Her dress gave easy access to her body.
I know that I should have felt angry and stood up and made a scene but we were nicely relaxed and it would seem that Sara was content and if I was Carl I would be trying to do the same thing. I also found that I was feeling very sexually excited. My cock was growing in my pants and was beginning to feel uncomfortable constrained. I turned my body slightly more towards Sara to relieve the discomfort. She looked up and me and raised her head to kiss me. I do not know why but Carl seemed to think that this was some form of acceptance because he become more obvious with his actions. I could see him moving and then positioning his hand on the top of Sara's thigh and then his hand travelled gently up to her crutch. Sara tightened her grip on me and I could then see that his hand was rhythmically stroking the outside of her panties.
'I think we should go back to the room" I whispered to her.
'Yes', she replied in a desultory manner.
'Yes' I whispered back. Then more loudly so that Carl could hear 'We are going back to our room.'
We walked slowly to the room and I could tell that Sara was both drunk and excited. She kept snogging me and and feeling for my cock all the way to the room. I was unlocking the door Carl breathlessly arrived brandishing champagne.
'We still have some champagne to finish,' he said.
'Thanks but I'm tired,' Sara said.
'Just a quick nightcap, I said inviting him in. Sara gave me a very puzzled look.
Sara flopped on the bed and giggled, Carl poured champagne, I suspected that he had acquired a new bottle. I went and opened the door to the balcony and then went to the bathroom to use the lavatory. I hesitated before entering the room again and carefully looked around the corner to see what was happening.
Carl was on the bed with Sara and his hand was very clearly up her dress and massaging her pussy.
'No, don't, I don't know you.'
