Family Changes Ch 01

"How about the Algarve in Portugal?" I asked my wife, Diane.

I was sat in front of my computer, looking for a holiday for us; somewhere quiet, where we could just do what we want. Sophie was 18 due to start University this September. Danny was 18 months older and in his second year. Both kids had been doing well with their education so we decided to give them a holiday as a treat.

"There's a three bedroomed apartment in a small village called Budens. It's a small complex of four with a communal pool. Golf course next to the site, a couple of miles from the beach at another small village called Burgau."

"It sounds good," said Di as she came and sat down with me, a cup of tea for each of us.

For 42 years old, my wife was still a stunner. Yeah, a little extra weight here and there, but who hasn't at our age? Her auburn hair, hanging to just below her shoulders, had slight streaks of grey at the sides; just enough to be classed as distinguished. Unlike my own, which was fully grey now. Yes, Di had aged better than me over the years. Her 36C breasts were still soft to the feel, but stood firm and she easily got away without wearing a bra if she wanted to. She only had a slight swelling to her stomach which was the result of our two kids. Her arse was still round, smooth and firm and her vagina only needed the slightest touch for it to run with her juices.

I was getting an erection just watching her. Freshly showered, she was wearing a skimpy, thin strapped vest top; no bra, and black, lycra shorts that made it look as though she wasn't wearing underwear. She smiled at me as she caught me ogling her body. We had been married 22 years and I still couldn't get enough of her.

"I know what you're thinking," she said. "Unfortunately for you, the kids will be here in a minute and we can tell them about the holiday."

So I booked the holiday. Early flight to Faro Airport, rental car waiting, then two whole weeks of sun, sea, sand and hopefully, sex. Well, the kids are old enough to entertain themselves now and Danny can drive if they need the car.

But like all good plans, things go wrong! Sophie, unbeknown to us, had arranged for a week away with her friend, Clare; the first week of the holiday I'd just booked.

"And what about the second week?" her mother asked her.

"Can I bring Clare back here for a week?" Sophie asked. "We can ask Uncle Steven to come over each day to check on us."

Di looked at me. She knew I was aware of what her and her family were like when we first met.

"I'm ok with that, as long as your brother is," I answered.

"Ok. I'll phone him later and ask. If he's fine with it, then we are."

"Can I ask Micky to come instead?" Danny asked. "You've already booked for four."

"I don't see anything wrong in that," I said, looking at Diane. She nodded so I said to Danny, "Get Micky's parents to ring us and then I've got time to change the booking details. Don't forget I'll need his passport info."

After the kids went to their rooms, I had a quick word with Di.

"Will the girl's be OK with Steve?" I asked her.

"I'll give him the Scarborough warning about touching her or Clare when I speak to him," she said.

So, the holiday was set. Me, Di, Danny and Micky to Portugal for a fortnight; Sophie and Clare wherever they were going for a week, then back to ours and supervised by Di's brother, Steven.

It was an easy journey from the airport. We took the A22 coast road from Faro heading west. We called in at McDonalds just outside Albufeira for a McMuffin breakfast. You know the standard of McDonald's food throughout the world would be the same. Next stop was Lagos to find a supermarket to stock up on essentials; teabags, coffee, milk etc. The plan was a lazy day today to find our way around the small complex and eat out this evening in Bergau.

We arrived at the apartment mid-afternoon. It was built on a hill, which meant we entered in to the kitchen. There was also large living/dining room with a balcony looking out to the coast a couple of miles away. The three bedrooms were downstairs, all double, with a large bath/shower room. The master had its own on-suite and a king-sized bed. The floors throughout the whole apartment had been tiled to keep the living area cool.

We all unpacked and then met in the living room to discuss this evening. Diane had made us all a cup of tea and we sat on the balcony overlooking the sea a couple of miles away. We were quite high up in this little area.

"How about we all get a shower and changed and drive in to Bergau and find a restaurant?" Diane suggested.

"Ok," I said. "You and the boys go shower while I look on line for where to eat."

I found one called Restaurante Matias that had pretty good reviews. I booked on line then went to join my wife.

As I was passing Danny's room, I heard him and Micky talking.

"Your Mum's a MILF," I heard Micky say. "Can't wait to see her in a bikini. Do you think she'll go topless?"

MILF? I'll have to look that up.

"Fucking right she is," Danny replied. "I'd fuck her if she wasn't my Mum."

I thought to myself that I'd better keep a close eye on Micky over this holiday and speak to my son when we got home!

We fell into a routine over the next four days or so. We'd leave after breakfast to just drive and see where we ended up. Lunch out, return home and snack for tea then down to the pool to sunbath and swim. Most evenings, Danny and Micky would go out in the car for a while, presumably to try their luck with girls, local or holiday makers.

There were four apartments around a communal pool. Luckily for us, there was only one other apartment occupied. It was four friends that came over every year for a golfing break; Paul, Gary, Brad and Graham all aged in their mid-twenties. They played golf most of the day but joined us at the pool at teatime. It wasn't often that Danny and Micky were with us; most of the holiday they used the car to explore along the Algarve.

It took them three whole days to persuade my wife to remove her bikini top and go topless. She'd never done this before and I was surprised when she did. I watched her as she made a show of it in front of the lads. She stood up and turned her back to them, reached behind her and unclipped her top. She then untied the bow at her neck. Slowly, she turned towards the line of lads waiting to see her ample breasts. I quickly glanced at their crotches and it was easy to see what my wife was doing to them. They were all wearing swim shorts, but the bagginess couldn't hide the tents that were appearing at the front, especially when she slowly lowered her bikini top, finally revealing her gorgeous breasts to them all, nipples standing out like bullets.

As well as the tents in their swim shorts, they all stood there with mouths open. My wife was looking at their crotches with total fascination. The lads noticed and as one, decided to get into the pool. I found it quite funny but was happy that I was lying on a sun bed. It was easier to hide my own hard cock.

They kept calling her from the pool, trying to get her to join them. It seemed that I was totally out of the picture. I was shocked when she compromised and went over and sat on the side of the pool, dangling her legs into the water. The lads kept splashing water at her, trying to get her in to the pool, but she wasn't having that. What it DID achieve was that she kept opening and closing her legs, giving them an unrestricted view of her pussy, covered with a thin, white, piece of material. They tried not to be obvious but they all ended up in front of her. And I knew why!

I had already noticed earlier in the day that when her bikini was wet, it became almost transparent. She may as well have taken them off for all the good they were doing for her. She had shaved her vaginal area before the holiday (not something she usually does, except for special occasions), so I knew they would clearly see her vagina as the material clung to her puffed lips. Along with the cool water hitting her breasts, her nipples were as hard as little bullets. My wife may as well have been nude in front of these four lads. I wasn't going to tell her, so I left them enjoying themselves for half hour.

Eventually, I stood and went over. I had to move my own cock as it was rock solid.

"Sorry lads, but I have to take my wife to get ready for tea now before our son comes back," I told them. I really didn't want Danny and Micky to catch her like this.

"Aw, no," shouted Gary from the pool. "We're leaving in the morning so having drinks at ours this evening. Do you want to come? Bring the boys if you want."

"Ok," my wife said. "What time would you like us?"

"Anytime," he replied, "And you can come as you are."

"You wish," Diane replied, laughing, as we turned to leave.

"I bet you didn't realise that those lads could see your pussy through your bottoms, did you?" I whispered to her.

She stopped. "What do you mean?" she asked.

"White, when wet, becomes see-through, so they will have seen your lovely shaved pussy. Why do you think they spent time in the water and were getting you to open your legs?" I chuckled. "And they'll be looking at your arse when you bend over to get your top."

"You could have told me," she said as she very slowly bent at the waist to pick up her top and put it on and then just as slowly did the same to pick up her towel and wrap it around her. She turned to face the lads and blew them a kiss as we went to our apartment.

Our boys arrived back ten minutes after we reached the apartment, but said they weren't interested in joining us. They had decided to take a drive to Sagres, otherwise known as the End of the Earth. They had a snack, showered and left, probably last time we were going to see them tonight.

When they left, I cleared away and washed up as Diane went to shower and get ready for tonight. After I'd finished, I went to the bedroom to get ready myself.

With the way my wife had behaved earlier around the pool with the four lads, I was slightly concerned about what the rest of the evening could bring

"I hope you realise that those lads are going to try to fuck you this evening," I said to her.

Di stopped putting her makeup on and looked at me through the mirror.

"Will you try and stop them?" she asked.

I had to think about that. I've always wanted to see her fucked by someone else, but part of a gangbang?

"I'm not sure," I replied. "Would you want me to?"

I know I was putting the responsibility back on to her, but how could I tell her the truth? I had always imagined one cock, two with mine; but this would be five!

She turned away and carried on with her makeup. She answered after a couple of minutes.

"I'm not sure. I'm 42, only ever had sex with you since we married and to you, it's obvious what those four lads want."

She looked at me again as she said, "This could be our last chance for some excitement."

I noticed the use of the word 'our' in her reply. She had given me my way in.

"Those lads are flying home tomorrow and we'll probably never see them again," I said. "Danny and Micky won't be back for hours and no-one at home will ever know."

Now let's see what she says to the next part.

"How about I won't try and stop them, not until you want them to stop?" I said slowly. "And you have to be the one that removes your bikini bottoms to let me know you want to go through with it."

I saw a smile slowly appear on her face. "Agreed," she said. "Now fuck off and get showered."

I laughed at her as I undressed and went to the shower. I made sure she didn't see how hard my cock was, hoping that this evening, I'll finally see her fucked, and by four, young men.

I finished just in time to see her getting dressed; if you could call it that. She pulled on a pair of light blue bikini bottoms that tied at the side. On top, she chose a light red wrap-over dress that came to mid-thigh; no bra. It didn't matter on two counts. One, they had already seen her topless and two, she didn't need one. She had dressed herself so that she could be the lads going away present and with what she was wearing, they could easily unwrap her.

"So you want to go through with it?" I asked, stood there, totally nude with my hard cock sticking out in front of me.

She turned, looked at me and smiled, looking at my cock.

"Well it looks like YOU want me to," she said, "But I'm still not sure. Let's take it as it comes."

I laughed as I said, "Well YOU can. And if you can do this to your husband of 22 years, just think what you're going to do to four horny young men."

I finished dressing in polo shirt and shorts and then we left to face whatever the evening would bring. As Diane bent over to pick up her bag, I had a full view of her breasts. I thought that this was going to be an evening my wife would never forget.

"Hi, guys," Paul greeted us as we arrived.

He led us through the kitchen into the living area and then sat my wife on the sofa between Brad and Gary. Graham was on the other sofa, so I took the chair in between. It looked like the drinks had been underway for a while. Paul took on the duties of barman and DJ for the evening.

For the next hour, my wife was the centre of attention, obviously; she was the only female. I just sat and watched. The more she laughed, the more they touched; Diane, as well as Brad and Gary. At times, she had her hands on both their thighs, not too far from their cocks. Both of the lads had turned slightly towards Diane and both had their hands on her thighs, lightly sliding them up and down, slowly moving her dress higher and higher. Her legs were opening slightly and I'm sure that Paul and Graham had a clear view of her bikini bottoms. They both had their hands covering their groin area, trying to hide their hardening cocks. I knew mine certainly was.

Paul, always the gentleman, must have mistaken my silence for me getting a little angry. As he stood up he asked if I minded if he danced with my wife. I told him to go ahead.

She agreed and he held his hand out to help her up from between Brad and Gary. Paul's eyes were fixed on hr breasts as she leaned forward to get up.

The music was quite slow and I had a feeling that Paul, as the DJ, had planned it that way. There was no doubt that the four of them had been discussing the possibility of a gangbang this evening and my wife was going to be the bang. They will have planned everything and will keep pushing the boundaries until either Diane or I put a stop to it.

It was all very decent to begin with. Paul was holding her waist and Diane had her arms on his shoulders as they talked, laughed and swayed together. I couldn't hear what they said due to the music, but Paul spend an awful lot of time glancing down the top of her dress.

The first record finished and Graham stepped in to take Paul's place. His hands weren't as careful as Paul's. He placed them on Di's arse straight away. When she didn't say anything to him, they soon began to move slowly over her cheeks, her dress rising and falling with them, and she never tried to stop him.

By the end of this record, Di had melted into Paul, her arms around his neck and head on his chest with her eyes closed, as his hands seemed free to wander over her breasts and her arse cheeks, trying to reach down between her legs. Unfortunately for him, Gary took over.

Gary was holding her hips lightly as they swayed together to the slow music. He had pulled her in close so that their crotches were pushed together; Di's arms were loosely around his neck. Brad moved up close behind her and put his arms around her waist too. She was sandwiched in between them. She didn't try to stop Brad leaning over her and gently place kisses on her neck; in fact, I heard a low moan as she closed her eyes and tilted her head. I know from years of experience with my wife that this is one of the easiest ways to get her turned on.

I was watching this seduction of my wife and was surprised it was so easy. Of course, I didn't help!

"She also likes her ears licked and soft bites on her shoulders." I thought I'd said that to myself, until I saw Brad do exactly as I had told him.

In the past, watching my wife like this had sometimes caused arguments between us. She used to accuse me of being jealous; but I wasn't. I just loved watching her dance and knew she would be going home with me. But this evening had a special edge to it. I knew she was open to these four virtual strangers fucking her, so I wanted to watch their every move in their quest to fill my wife with their cocks.

He sucked her earlobe and then nibbled on her neck and shoulder. Di stumbled as her knees gave way slightly but Brad was holding her steady just under her breasts. Gary pulled her head towards him and their tongues met as they kissed. I was still sort of mesmerised at what my wife was letting them do to her as Gary pulled the bow holding her dress tied together then reached inside and untied the other, her dress falling apart. He gripped her around the waist and lifted his hands until they gripped her breasts, squeezing them hard. My wife's eyes were closed as she let out a low moan. Brad pulled the dress from her shoulders as she dropped her arms from Gary's neck, letting it fall to the ground, once again putting her arms back around Gary's neck. Wearing only her bikini bottoms, she was now sandwiched in between two men she had only met a few days ago. Brad's cock must have been pressing hard in between her arse cheeks as Gary's was pressing into her pussy.

Gary lowered his head until he could take her left nipple into his mouth. Diane actually held his head and pulled it hard on to her breasts. He began to suck and nibble on it, bringing low mewling sounds from her.

"How far are you going to let this go, Dave?" I heard Graham say to me.

I couldn't take my eyes off what was happening in front of me. Brad was gently pushing my wife downwards by her shoulders as I saw Gary unfasten his shorts, letting them fall to the floor. He then pushed his boxers down, releasing a solidly erect cock. I watched as my wife's hand reached out and wrapped around it, her thumb gently rubbing around its sensitive tip, just like she does with mine.

My mind was screaming for me to stop it. My solid cock was telling me otherwise. My memory was reminding me about our conversation before we came over.

'This could be our last chance for excitement.' 'Those lads are flying home tomorrow and we'll probably never see them again.' 'How about I won't try and stop them, not until you want them to stop,' were some of the things we said.

"Diane will tell you when she thinks it's gone too far," I said. "But the moment I think any of you are abusing her, I'll stop it."

"No problem with that," he replied as he pushed his shorts and underwear down to reveal his erect cock, too. He wrapped his hand around it and began slowly stroking it up and down, not taking his eyes from my wife. He made it obvious where he wanted that enlarged cock to go next.

I looked across to now see my wife on her knees, Gary resting his hands on her head as he slowly pushed his cock in and out of my wife's mouth, her lips wrapped tightly around it as she held it at the base of his shaft. She was holding Brad's cock with her other hand and began stroking him up and down. I noticed Gary started speeding up face-fucking her; a sure sign he was going to shoot his load soon. Graham got up and waved his cock in front of her face, but Gary wasn't giving up. He continued pumping his cock in and out of Di's mouth until he threw his head back and moaned loudly. My wife was swallowing as much as she could, but some of his juice dribbled from her mouth.

It was my turn to remove my shorts and fully undress. The hardness of my cock was becoming too uncomfortable for me.