The following day John and I went into town to try and find a bar that was showing our teams game. At breakfast no one had mentioned the previous evening's events. I guessed letting the girls talk it out would probably be for the best. Although I did wonder if Mel would admit to her sister that she'd had my cock inside her and what her reaction to that might be.
John was on his fourth beer and we were deep into the second half when he mention what had happened. He said it as if he was mentioning the weather. He said, "It was great in the pool last night, Dianne is so fucking hot, I nearly shot my load when she gripped my cock."
"Mel's pussy felt pretty good too." I replied, deciding to play along.
"Mmm, Di's pussy was lovely and tight as I fingered her." He said with a grin.
Well that confirmed what I'd suspected on the night. John had finger fucked my wife.
"So do you think the girls are discussing what happen, while they're on their own?" I asked.
"If I know Mel, she'll be trying to Talk Di into finishing what we started and I for one hope she succeeds." John said.
"Because you'd like to fuck Dianne of course." I stated.
"Don't take this the wrong way but for me its far more that I'd like to see Mel getting properly fucked. Well that and I've very much like to fuck your wife too." He said, smiling.
"So you'd rather watch me screw your wife than have mine?" I asked, somewhat incredulous.
"I'd rather do both, but if I could only have one? It would be seeing you shag Mel, or anyone shagging Mel for that matter." He admitted. He went on to explain that "wife watching" as he put it was his fantasy. It had never happened. The pool had been the closest ever and now he'd been so close it was all he could think about.
Well it gave me food for thought as we drove back. Our team had won and we were both in a good mood. I think our frankness had been good for us. Back at the villa both girls were topless by the pool and didn't cover up when we joined them. Which told me they had talked through the previous nights events too. We had a great chilled out afternoon and everything seemed back on an even keel.
We decided to drive into town and have dinner cooked for us. The girl were in the mood for cocktails and dancing so after out meal we hit a strip of lively bars on the seafront. Dianne was in a short mini dress, while Mel was in a shirt skirt and low top and they attracted a lot of attention and comments from the groups of lads out on the strip.
The girls danced and shared jugs of cocktails. I danced with them at first but I couldn't keep up. John of course does not dance. So in the end I sat with him and watched as younger men danced around our wives and chatted them up. At first I watched Mel shaking her ass and smiled as I remembered my hands all over it. My dick buried inside her.
Soon though I found I was watching Dianne as she danced with other men and I started to get an inkling of what John was talking about when he said he wanted to see Mel with other guys. I watched as she swayed, dancing with a young man. He was facing her and his hands were in her hips. As I watch he slid them onto her bum. She removed them but he did it again. On the third time she let him leave his hands on her ass.
I suppose even a few days ago I would have been annoyed by this, but now I like the fact that this stranger was feeling up my wife. That he desired her. After all I got her every night. I knew what she looked like naked. I knew just what it felt like to have her mouth on my cock. He never would. Even if she let him fuck her, he'd only have one night to remember. He'd know every night after that just what I was getting all the time and he'd be living without that forever.