If you haven't already, I strongly suggest reading part one of the story to make sense of it.
I've placed both parts in the Loving Wives section as they relate to wife sharing which I know will attract the usual inane comments of cuckold trash and such like from those who feel they are the morality police.
My response to them is simply that I have left the ending open. There is an opportunity for a sequel to finish the story. If you feel that strongly about it then please, go ahead and write one!
As usual constructive comments are always welcome.
Please remember it is just a story. It isn't real.
Enjoy.
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... STAYS IN IBIZA
Vanessa could feel her legs almost giving way as she hesitantly walked past the pool and headed straight towards Paulo standing behind the bar.
There was no one else around as she perched herself on a stool, "Can I get a drink please Paulo, or is it too late?"
"Of course you can, we are not closed yet."
"Perhaps you would like to join me?" She offered hesitantly, "If it's allowed, that is?"
The teenager looked at his watch, "It will be after nine o'clock. Then yes, thank you."
Vanessa bought two cocktails and then sat and waited as the young Spaniard shut up the bar, the two of them adjourning to a table once he was done.
"So where is your husband tonight?"
It was the question she had been expecting.
"He was feeling tired so he went to bed."
"And you did not?" He looked at the older woman quizzically.
She smiled, "I wanted to see the stars and enjoy another drink before bedtime."
"Here we can drink but not so much the stars maybe. To see those, we should go to the beach."
Her stomach tightened at his use of the word 'we'.
'Was he going to take her to the beach?'
'Had her husband been right about him wanting her?'
Trying to calm herself she sipped her drink and gazed up from under her darkened lashes across at the young Spaniard, only for her heart to jump when she found him staring back at her.
"Would you like me to show you?" His words set her pulse racing.
"Yes, please... that would be lovely. Thank you."
Lapsing into silence Vanessa took another mouthful of her tequila sunrise and contemplated what might be about to happen.
'Would she, could she, go through with it?'
'How would her husband react if she did it?'
Her heart was pounding against her ribs like a trip hammer as she slipped off the chair and started out of the hotel gardens with a man younger than her own son. Her husband had told her that the barman wanted her and she had been sceptical but now it looked as if he might have been right.
As they crossed the road and made their way onto the beach Paulo took her hand, his fingers entwining with hers, gently guiding her away from the bright lights of the built-up area.
"You can see the stars so much better from down this way." He informed her leading her towards the darker area at the far end of the small bay.
Pausing briefly to take off her heels so she could walk on the sand, she picked them up to carry them, and taking hold of the young man's hand again let him escort her into the night. They were soon well away from the hotel and the bars and restaurants along the beachfront, their lights becoming pin pricks in the darkness.
"Look you can see them now."
Paulo stopped, still holding Vanessa's hand while he pointed out the constellations as she gazed up into the night sky.
"They are so beautiful."
She sighed, the thumping of her heart more to do with the fact he was next to her, his fingers twisted with hers, than that the stars looked wonderful.
"Not as beautiful as you."
She turned her face to his and found herself being pulled into his arms, his lips meeting hers.
For a moment she felt herself start to panic. She had only ever been with her husband and had barely kissed a boy before she met him.
'What was she doing here?'
'She was old enough to be his mother.'
Then she remembered what her husband had told her; to go and have fun.
Relaxing, her arms slipped around his neck and she responded eagerly, her eyes closing while her mouth opened to accept his tongue.
As they French kissed she felt one of his hands slide down to her bottom, dragging her tightly against him while his other hand moved between them to cup her small breast through her clothing.
She shivered with desire at his touch, her nipples hardening quickly to push out against the thin material of her dress.
Breaking off their kiss Vanessa kept her hands clasped about his neck and stared into his eyes, biting her lower lip as he started to undo her buttons. Beginning at the top his actions were quite deliberate as he slowly worked his way downwards.
She knew she should stop him and end this game she was playing to go back to the hotel and to her husband. But she couldn't, despite the fact she was old enough to be his mother. She wanted him and that was all that mattered at that moment.
"Ahhhhhhhhhh!"
She threw back her head and gasped as his hand slipped inside her dress and found her bare breast, his fingers rolling and teasing her sensitive teat.
They resumed kissing, tongues playing, as Vanessa clung to him while one of his hands played with her tits. The other continued to undo the rest of her buttons, not stopping until her dress was gaping open.
Everything was new for her. She had been a virgin when she met Steve and before him her only experience of the opposite sex was kissing. So, having a man other than her husband undressing her and exploring her body was something totally unknown to her.
Adding to that the fact that Paulo was only nineteen, the same age as her daughter, sent her emotions into overdrive.
Part of her screamed out that it was wrong and she should stop it and go back to the hotel but another, bigger, side to her wanted to enjoy what was happening to her.
Unable to stop herself she let one hand travel down his body, across his chest and stomach to reach for the obvious bulge that was tenting out the front of his shorts.
"Oh my god. It feels so.... big." Vanessa whimpered when her fingers clutched at something that felt much larger than her husband's modest five inches.
She caressed his endowment for a while as Paulo lowered his mouth to her breasts, suckling on each one in turn, drawing her swollen, aching nipples between his lips.
"Ahhhh.... God!" She moaned out loud surprised that, despite his age, the young Spaniard demonstrated such a level of experience.
Even as she responded to the things his mouth was doing his fingers slipped into her thong and began to explore between her thighs, making her squirm, her legs parting slightly to give him access to her sex.
"Fuck... oh fuck, fuck... aaahhhhhhhh!"
Unable to restrain herself Vanessa felt her pussy gush, oozing her musky juices over his hand when he began to delve between her pink lips. Forcing her up onto her toes she clung to him, one arm around his neck while the other hand fumbled at his shorts, pushing them down his thighs even as he started to finger her.
The intensity of the moment, of being touched intimately by someone other than her husband was to much for her. Moaning softly, she could feel her legs buckling as the sensations rapidly built in her core. For the first time in her life another man, a teenager, was about to make her come.
Her hand scrabbled in his shorts before closing around the hard throbbing 9" of flesh that was his cock. With her fingers barely able to reach three quarters of the way around his girth, her brain struggled to comprehend the size of his manhood.
"Oh God Paulo... it feels so.... aaahhhhhhhhhhh!"
Vanessa's exclamation of shock was cut short by a loud gasp of ecstasy as she came on his hand. Her body tensed and then shuddered, her thighs clamping tight and trapping the two digits that were buried deep in her slit.
"I'm.... c... c... cummminngggggggggggggg!"
He held her, letting the ripples of pleasure slowly fade before easing his fingers out of her dripping honeypot.
"Can I fuck you?" The young Spaniard whispered lifting his mouth away from her breasts.
It was her last chance to stop it before it went too far. Before she broke her marriage vows albeit with her husband's agreement.
"Yes... I want you inside me." She murmured ignoring her brain and pulling his mouth down to hers for another long, lingering kiss.
Breaking apart she pulled back from him, her mind made up, and slipped her dress down her arms laying it back onto the sand. Her fingers hooking in the waistband of her thong, while he watched, before sliding them down her legs and kicking them away.
Naked in front of the first man other than her husband, or her doctor, to see her she smiled coyly and lay on her back, her legs parting in an unspoken invitation.
Looking up she gazed at him longingly as he peeled off his t-shirt and dropped his shorts after searching in his pocket for a moment and pulling out a foil packet.
"It's ok, you... you don't need one. I'm... I'm to... old." Vanessa told him apprehensively, staring at the prodigious length protruding from his groin.
Paulo grinned and put the condom back in his shorts before lowering himself onto her as she spread her legs wide.
"You aren't too old... you are a beautiful woman."
He caressed her hair, brushing it away from her face, his cockhead nudging between her glistening labia and into her entrance.
'It's going to happen. He's going to fuck me.'
With one final thought filling her mind she let out a low groan as the young barman pushed into her, his length slowly penetrating deeper than her husband had ever been.
"Oh God... you're.... in.... me!"
Drawing her knees back she pressed her thighs wider, her dripping slit stretching open to accommodate his long, thick cock.
Pulling back, he pushed in again, then again, his erection inching further up into her each time until, finally, he sheathed his full length inside her.
"Shit... oh shit... it's so.... fucking.... big!"
Speared on his prick Vanessa squirmed, her eyes shut tight, everything apart from the massive slab of meat inside her forgotten, as she lost herself in the moment. Not even in the wildest fantasies she had had over the last few days had she imagined it would feel so good.
His slow steady thrusting was soon sending a continuous stream of pleasure flowing through her as she laid back, clinging to him, her nails raking his shoulders.
"Yes... yes, yes.... don't stop.... please... don't... stop."
