From the day we first met, my wife turned me on. Brunette, standing a 5ft 2inches, there was something about her. I shall never forget the first time we spent the night together, I don't think I had ever been so hard for so long; and when she first made me cum, I thought I was going to explode.
As time wore on, I got more and more excited by the thought of other men seeing her, but I knew that this was something she would never agree to. This just made the fantasy even more exciting, ultimately I wanted to share her, but even just having her 'seen' would be a start.
I resigned myself to enjoying these thoughts as no more than a fantasy.
That is until our second trip to Cuba.
A luxury resort, where 'all inclusive' meant just that; even diving and room service were included, very little was extra.
Being early risers, a good early sex session (making sure she made enough noise for the neighbours to hear) would be followed by an early breakfast and we'd be at the pool to get our favourite spot by 9.30.
She had a tendency to sunbathe on her back, legs bent and slightly apart and I loved the occasional glances she got as guys walked past, noticing the way her swimsuit clung to the curves between her legs.
She always refused to wear a bikini, having lost a lot of weight, she felt her stomach was too saggy; personally I loved it and when she was naked, the sag in her 38 year old breasts was delicious!
It was the 4th day of our stay, the day after our wedding anniversary and, as usual, Justine had had a couple of Pina Coladas by the pool, but, not really being a drinker, this was her limit until a couple of glasses of wine with our evening meal.
Having left the restaurant at around 7, we saw a couple in the bar area whom we had chatted to on the long flight. We joined them and ordered some drinks, a beer for me and Justine decided to try a cocktail; well, we were on holiday! A great, happy couple of hours passed with much laughter, general stupidity... and more drinks. Soon after 9, we decided to head back to our room. It was when we stood up that I realised that Justine had had rather too many cocktails. Not being used to so much alcohol, she could barely stand.
I propped her up and, leaving much more laughter behind, we made our way slowly back to our room. The usual 3 minute walk took well over ten minutes as Justine kept slumping over, but we made it eventually.
The moment we got into the room, Justine slumped onto the bed. Laughing, I told her she'd better undress first, she didn't want to crease her dress. Getting no response, I checked closer... she had passed out! Even some gentle slaps to the cheeks wouldn't wake her. Satisfied she was otherwise OK, I realised it was clearly down to me to get her in a fit state for bed.
The zip on her dress was to the side, so was easy enough to pull down, but actually manoeuvring her out of it was far more difficult. By the time I managed it, I needed to turn on the air conditioning, the humid air covering me in beads of sweat. She wasn't one to go without a bra, but she always did in this particular outfit, so as I hung her dress over the back of a chair, she was lying there on the bed in just her knickers. These were easy enough to slip underneath her and down her legs, with a deft throw, they joined her dress on the chair.
There she was, lying there on the bed completely naked - her body still turned me on! Her pyjamas were folded neatly on her pillow and I reached for the bottoms to put them on, but found my mind drifting to the thought of things I was never allowed to do. Perhaps I could even cum on her face; a complete no-no normally, although she did love the feeling of cum on her tits and would often massage a good load in.
I ran my fingers down the sides of her breasts and then up over her nipples, which hardened under my touch and the slight chill already offered by the air conditioning. I gave each pink peak a tweak to see if I got a reaction, or if she really was as out of it as I thought. Nothing. Apart the slight rise and fall of her chest, she didn't move.
I thought of the way she would lay by the pool and bent her knees upwards, keeping the soles of her feet flat on the bed and parted her legs, revealing her lovely tight cunt, I had always loved how small it was.
I couldn't resist running my fingers across her slit and over her neatly trimmed bush. Pulling her legs slightly wider apart I could just see the tip of her clit poking out from her lips.
My thoughts started to return to my fantasy of having other people see her. If only there was now a way of getting someone else into the room to enjoy the sight, just as they could see during the day, but without the swimsuit.
It was as I sat on the bed fondling Justine's tits that the thought came to me. I leaned over to the telephone beside the bed and dialled 05 for room service, ordered a bottle of red wine and 2 glasses. I informed them that the door would be ajar, so to just come in.
Knowing they would only be 5 to 10 minutes, I moved Justine slightly more central to the bed and parted her legs a little wider. I removed my trousers, allowing my hard cock to spring free and knelt on the bed beside my wife, gently massaging her breasts and running the tip of my cock across her chin and lips.
I must have been only about 7 minutes when there was a quiet knock at the door and George came in with the wine and glasses on a tray. George worked at the pool bar during the afternoons and had got to know us quite well already - clearly his role changed to room service in the evenings.
He walked straight past the bed and placed the tray on the table, pouring a little wine into each glass. It was only when he turned to leave, that he saw the sight laid out before him.
