Day 10
I could hear Sally in the shower as I woke up. I padded into the bathroom and as I stood in front of the toilet pissing I could see her naked body through the steamy glass of the shower cubicle as she washed under the spray.
I asked, “How are you feeling today?”
She turned to look through a patch in the condensation, “Mark, what are you doing?”
“What does it look like?” I replied as I shook the last drops off my cock.
She didn’t reply but just turned back to her task. I continued watching her as she reached for her lady shave. She parted her legs, covered her pussy with soap and then slowly ran the razor over her pussy removing any little hairs that may have grown since yesterday morning.
I went back to the bedroom to wait for her to finish and a few minutes later she emerged from the bathroom, “Did you enjoying peeping on me?” she asked as she stood near me, for once not covered up.
I moved a little closer, “Yes, I enjoyed it a lot.”
Sally laughed, “Good, that’s all you’ll be enjoying as you won’t be touching me again on this holiday.”
I showered and upon my return I looked at Sally just as she pulled the bottoms up of her blue bikini to her waist. She was taking great care with the with the ribbon ties adjusting it so the small piece of material sat just right between her sexy firm ass cheeks and she loosened the tie of the top so as to show her cleavage off to the best.
She decided she looked beach-ready and without a word beckoned me to follow her to head for breakfast. I followed her retreating form and enjoyed looking at her firm rounded bum divided by the thin strip of blue material as we crossed the soft sand to go sit at our normal table ordering breakfast.
In an instant Wesley was there and he smiled at Sally as he took her order. I could see him eyeing her as Sally looked into his eyes.
He left to go back towards the kitchen and Sally said, “Oh look Mark, a new pair of panties on the wall. I wonder who they belonged to.”
I shrugged my shoulders not really caring.
She continued to air her thoughts out loud, “Wonder which waiter got to have sex with her?”
“Don’t know,” I replied and I hoped that she got the message that I really wasn’t up for conversation, especially following her remarks to me back in the cabana.
After eating we left the restaurant to head back to our sun loungers and I could sense the waiters ogling her as we threaded our way through the tables to get to the beach. They were still looking as we sat down and, as normal, Sally gave everyone a show slightly sitting up, her legs stretched out and her arms over the back of the sun lounger so that her tits were displayed to best advantage.
Wesley walked over spinning his drinks tray, taking drinks orders from guests. He asked if we wanted a drink. Sally declined; I ordered a bottle of cold water,
I looked at Sally sitting there her head rested back, eyes closed and breathing so shallow and looking so relaxed. Wesley returned with my water, “We have a special sunset meal tonight, do you want to book a table?”
Sally opened her eyes, “Mmmm, sounds nice,”
“I’ll reserve your normal table,” he told us as he focussed his gaze on her breasts straining under the thin covering of blue fabric.
He left us and I was left wondering once more why was she acting so wantonly and was it really just to punish me for events that were in the past and for which I had apologised. I concluded that whilst that may have been the reason at the beginning of our holiday since then, having discovered her inner sluttish self, she had developed a craving for cock (not caring particularly if it was black or white) and now would take every opportunity to add to her score. I also didn’t want to admit to myself that I found it incredibly exciting to watch her being fucked by others and, perversely, that I found it amazingly arousing to be denied myself.
The morning passed by and we were surrounded by many of the guests either laying on sun loungers, in the sea or playing beach games with the animation team.
I got up, “I’m going into the sea, fancy it?”
Sally replied, “No, I’m ok here thanks.”
I walked into the sea and swam off enjoying the warm sun and sea. After swimming a few minutes I stopped for breath and treading water I looked back and saw a strange guy sitting on my sun lounger talking to Sally. Even at the distance between us I could see she was nodding as he spoke and then taking the bottle of our sun lotion he rubbed some on to his hands then run them over her shoulders. I kept low in the sea watching them.
The guy run his hands down his fingertips just going under her bikini top then back up to her shoulders. He spoke to her again with Sally nodding and smiling as he wrote into a book. He got up and wandered away slowly to stop at another sun lounger occupied by another bikini-clad lady.
I walked out the sea and headed back, “Who was that?” I asked.
“Who?” she replied with mock innocence.
“The guy who was rubbing your shoulders.”
“Oh him, he’s from the spa; he offered us a massage on the beach deal; Two for one.”
I looked at her thinking to myself, “There am I thinking she was hitting on yet another possible conquest!” but rather than say that I said, “Fancy it?”
“Yes I do.”
“Did you book it?” I asked,
Sally looked at me nodding, “Yes, is that ok?”
“Sure,” came my reply but I was thinking, “Not sure why you are asking for my approval; you done everything you’ve wanted to do so far without considering me!”
“We’re booked in for 1pm,” and with that she lay her head back picked up her book and sipped her drink without saying another word.
As she lay engrossed in her book I looked at her and tried to work out why she did what she did last night with Marcel. At times she seemed like the Sally I married all those years ago wanting my company and giving me hope that I might be slowly winning her back. Then I thought of all she had done since being here and my heart sank a little.
I checked my watch, “Sally it’s almost one, shall we go?”
She didn’t answer but just got up, wrapped her blue wrap round her waist and we headed off towards the beach spa massage area.
We parted the curtains and looking inside saw the guy, “Who’s first,” he asked.
Sally said, “You go first Mark.”
I got on the table face down and he went to work pouring oil on my back and then beginning to knead and squeeze the muscles I didn’t know I had. He rubbed and smoothed and prodded and poked my shoulders and the longer he continued the more relaxed I felt as my muscles unknotted and loosened off.
15 minutes later and he told me he had finished. I got up feeling good and my muscles relaxed and I staggered through the curtains to the seating area. I sat down as Sally got up and went through to the massage table.
The curtains were pulled shut behind her but through a small gap I could see her as she laid face down her arms stretched out in front of her. He stood to the side of the table and reached down to unclip her bikini top. He eased the straps off her shoulders and pulled the top away from her. He turned to see me looking and without missing beat at being spied upon he passed it over to me, “Don’t want to get oil on it,” he told me. Sally looked at me through half closed eyes; clearly she didn’t seem to mind either.
He rubbed oil over his hands then rubbed them over Sally’s shoulders, pressing more gently then he did with me. He ran his hands up and down each arm, Sally moaned lightly, “Mmmm, that feels nice,” she whispered
He moved to the top of the table and with his legs by her head he leaned forward and began to run his hands up and down her back. His fingertips moved down her back then just as he got to the waistband of her bikini bottoms, he moved his hands down her sides and as he retreated his fingers kept touching the sides of her breasts. Sally seemed so relaxed as he went back and forth and every now and again I heard her murmur a, “Mmmmm.”
He moved round and went to the end of the table and began to concentrate on her feet, calves and lower legs, moving his oily hands up the side of her legs then round to her inner thighs. A few moments of this and then he put his hands between her ankles and pushed to part her legs slightly as his hands ran higher up the inside of her legs. He moved his hands over her ass cheeks and under the waistband of her thong bottoms.
He gripped the waistband slowly easing it down over her ass cheeks; Sally lifted herself slightly upwards on her knees as he completely removed her bottoms slipping them down her legs and tossed them over to where I was sitting. He then oiled up his hands once more and began rubbing her ass cheeks and up her spine.
So far, so good, he was the complete professional in the way he got her so relaxed before having her on the table naked; not that Sally seem to care one little bit. She lay motionless lightly breathing making little moans of pleasure. He bent down and whispered in her ear, “Would you like to turn over and I will do the front.”
Sally turned her head and looking at me asked, “Do you mind?”
“No, he’s only doing his job,” I replied.
“I am indeed sir,” he told us.
Sally turned over her and lay with her arms down by her side. He oiled his hands once more and rubbed her shoulders then down over her arms. Once he reached her wrists he lightly grasped them and lifted them over her head. As he did, his hands ran down her shoulders and over her breast, gently squeezing them before moving his hands down over her tummy.
Sally turned her head facing me, “Mmmm, feels so relaxing...” and biting her bottom lip as he moved round the table once more running his hands up and down her legs. He then pushed her legs apart and with his hands inside her thighs his fingers moved down the sides of her pussy.
Sally took a long deep breath as his hand moved over the top of her pelvic bone just over her pussy, he eased her legs up bending them, She was still looking at me as his finger moved over the lips of her pussy, “Mmm, yessss,” she sighed as he slipped a finger into her and slowly started fingering her. I watched spellbound as his finger went deeper into her almost to his knuckle.
Sally mouthed to me, “Do you mind?”
What did she expect me to say? I couldn’t really say no as he had already pushed his finger into her. He pulled off his top and returned his finger back inside her pussy and fingered her a little harder. Sally rocked her hips, “Yesss,” she whispered.
All pretence of the massage was abandoned and he leant down and lifted her ass upwards and pulled her groin towards his mouth. Sally bit her bottom lip as he started licking around her pussy and then he gripped her legs to force them upwards towards her shoulders. I watched as his tongue went to work on her clitoris.
He rested her legs on his shoulders as he licked her clitoris and fingered her gaping pussy. She opened her legs more and he pushed a second finger into her to really finger-fuck her. She began shaking, rolling her head from side to side and then she looked at me and squealed, “I’m going to cum.”
I knew it wasn’t for my benefit that she said this but his for she then lifted her head to look at him, “Please keep going,” she whimpered, her shaking now out of control, “Oh, that’s it, yesss.”
Her orgasm subsided and he gently pulled his hand away and matter-of-factly passed her a box of tissues. Sally laid back breathing so heavy and very deeply, “I don’t believe that; unbelievable,” she said between breaths.
I stood and went over to the table and handed her back her bikini and asked, “Are you ok?”
She sat up with a dazed expression across her face, nodded and said, “Let’s go.”
The masseur was tidying the curtained cubicle with hardly a glance toward us. She walked up to him and lightly kissed his cheek, “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” was his response as we left hand-in-hand.”
We got back to our cabana and lay on our loungers. Sally was still lightly trembling as she looked at me still with the dreamy smile on her face, “Mmmmm, my whole body is shaking inside,” she said as she relaxed in the sun. I wasn’t shaking; I just had an impressive erection tenting my shorts as I pictured what had taken place.
We had lunch and lazed the afternoon away with a few drinks, dozing and reading before heading inside to get ready for the evening. I was wondering (hoping?) whether there might be a repeat of yesterday when Marcel had ‘visited’ but as time went by realized that was not going to happen.
We had our showers and given we were going to a special meal, the sunset dinner, we got out our smarter looking clothes. I slipped on a white shirt with a pair of tailored shorts and then sat back to delight in the sight of Sally as she pulled her black hold-up stockings over her legs, black tiny lacy panties with a matching black bra. She saw me watching and gave a little pirouette before sitting down at the vanity to put on her make-up. She didn’t need much, some mascara, black eyeliner, blusher and bright red lipstick just enhanced her beauty and I gave silent thanks to know that she was mine ... or was she?
Satisfied with her appearance she stood up and slipped on her black dress that just about reached her knees. She completed her ensemble with black high heels shoes.
She picked up her small black clutch bag and smiling at me said, “Shall we go?”
I looked at her and my breath caught in my throat thinking again how lovely she looked.
We entered the beach restaurant and no surprise that Wesley instantly appeared as soon as our feet crossed the doorway. “Good evening, your table is ready. Follow me please.” He said with that smirking smile as he looked down at Sally’s cleavage.
We walked over to our table and he pulled out the seat for Sally and fussed about her as I sat down on the opposite side. We ordered drinks and contemplated the menu and as we waited for our dinner, we watched as the sun slowly sank over the horizon to end another day.
Our meal arrived and we ate and made small talk without falling out or even talking about this afternoon. She seemed to have gone back into that mood of hers where I was of little interest; an impression I gained when I saw her eyes flick over my shoulder a few times but I just ignored it.
We finished our most excellent dinner and Sally dabbed at her mouth with her napkin, got up and said, “I’m just going to the ladies room.” I ordered another round of drinks watching everyone dancing having a really nice evening, and awaited her return.
The place was buzzing tonight and as time went by I kept looking around wondering where Sally had got to; I couldn’t see her anywhere. I kept my eye on the ladies toilet door but only a couple of ladies walked in and out and it became obvious that she was no longer where she said she was going..
I got up looked around then walked round but still couldn’t see her. I stepped outside the restaurant and heard two people laughing. It sounded as if it was coming from a dark passageway alongside the building. I moved closer and heard Sally’s voice saying, “Yes, I’m sure.”
I peeped round the corner and there was Sally back against the wall legs parted her black lacy panties round one ankle with Wesley holding her up on his black hands, his trousers round his ankles, holding her just over his black upright cock.
He slowly lowered her down his cock fully entering her. Sally gripped onto him biting his shoulder so not to scream out and then he lifted her to slam her down onto his cock making sure she took it all deeply inside her.
They kissed full of passion as he kept lifting her up and down forcefully onto his upward thrusting cock. Sally gripped him tightly saying, “Oh yes Wesley, harder, harder ...” he did just that forcing her down even harder onto his cock, “That’s it, take me, I’m yours.”
He lowered her hard onto his cock one last time and held her still. They were both shaking hard, “I’ve cum,” he told her.
“I know you have; me too,” Sally replied.
I went back to the table, furious at the knowledge that this was the second time she had gone off and been fucked while I wasn’t around. I was still angry big time when she reappeared a few minutes later, looking at me very flushed as she sat down.
I stared at her coldly, “I’m off.”
“Oh Mark, no, please can we stay a little longer?”
“No, I’m going,” and I got up and walked back to our cabana.
I heard her running behind me, “Mark, what’s wrong; whatever is the matter?” She was trying to act innocent not knowing I had seen her.
I opened the door and she followed and stood in front of me holding my shoulders, “For goodness sake, what is wrong with you?”
I looked at her, “Pull your panties down; let’s see how much cum dribbles out.”
“Oh fuck, you know,” she said.
“Yes, I fucking know,” I said with as much venom as I could muster. I undressed, got into bed and turned over flicking my bedside light off.
As I lay there in the dark my anger began to subside and once again the visions of her being fucked by another man started to swirl around in my head. My anger slowly was replaced by feelings of arousal as I rerun the erotic scene I had witnessed
She went and showered before getting into bed to spoon behind me. She hugged my back and as I felt her tits rub against me I relented and let go of my resentment. I asked, “Was he good?”
Sally whispered, “Yes, sorry, he was.”
I turned over and looked at her, “You do know that watching you fucking is getting to be a real turn on?”
Sally looked at me shocked “You mean you want me to continue?”
I nodded, “Would you like to know that I knew and that I might be watching?”
“Yes I would, but can we have to have sex sometimes when I will tell you about it?” came her reply.
I groaned at the thought.
Sally kissed me on the cheek saying, “I’ll take that as a Yes. Thank you, Mark.”
I turned over and with her spooning me once we both dropped off to sleep.
******
I could hear Sally in the shower as I woke up. I padded into the bathroom and as I stood in front of the toilet pissing I could see her naked body through the steamy glass of the shower cubicle as she washed under the spray.
I asked, “How are you feeling today?”
She turned to look through a patch in the condensation, “Mark, what are you doing?”
“What does it look like?” I replied as I shook the last drops off my cock.
She didn’t reply but just turned back to her task. I continued watching her as she reached for her lady shave. She parted her legs, covered her pussy with soap and then slowly ran the razor over her pussy removing any little hairs that may have grown since yesterday morning.
I went back to the bedroom to wait for her to finish and a few minutes later she emerged from the bathroom, “Did you enjoying peeping on me?” she asked as she stood near me, for once not covered up.
I moved a little closer, “Yes, I enjoyed it a lot.”
Sally laughed, “Good, that’s all you’ll be enjoying as you won’t be touching me again on this holiday.”
I showered and upon my return I looked at Sally just as she pulled the bottoms up of her blue bikini to her waist. She was taking great care with the with the ribbon ties adjusting it so the small piece of material sat just right between her sexy firm ass cheeks and she loosened the tie of the top so as to show her cleavage off to the best.
She decided she looked beach-ready and without a word beckoned me to follow her to head for breakfast. I followed her retreating form and enjoyed looking at her firm rounded bum divided by the thin strip of blue material as we crossed the soft sand to go sit at our normal table ordering breakfast.
In an instant Wesley was there and he smiled at Sally as he took her order. I could see him eyeing her as Sally looked into his eyes.
He left to go back towards the kitchen and Sally said, “Oh look Mark, a new pair of panties on the wall. I wonder who they belonged to.”
I shrugged my shoulders not really caring.
She continued to air her thoughts out loud, “Wonder which waiter got to have sex with her?”
“Don’t know,” I replied and I hoped that she got the message that I really wasn’t up for conversation, especially following her remarks to me back in the cabana.
After eating we left the restaurant to head back to our sun loungers and I could sense the waiters ogling her as we threaded our way through the tables to get to the beach. They were still looking as we sat down and, as normal, Sally gave everyone a show slightly sitting up, her legs stretched out and her arms over the back of the sun lounger so that her tits were displayed to best advantage.
Wesley walked over spinning his drinks tray, taking drinks orders from guests. He asked if we wanted a drink. Sally declined; I ordered a bottle of cold water,
I looked at Sally sitting there her head rested back, eyes closed and breathing so shallow and looking so relaxed. Wesley returned with my water, “We have a special sunset meal tonight, do you want to book a table?”
Sally opened her eyes, “Mmmm, sounds nice,”
“I’ll reserve your normal table,” he told us as he focussed his gaze on her breasts straining under the thin covering of blue fabric.
He left us and I was left wondering once more why was she acting so wantonly and was it really just to punish me for events that were in the past and for which I had apologised. I concluded that whilst that may have been the reason at the beginning of our holiday since then, having discovered her inner sluttish self, she had developed a craving for cock (not caring particularly if it was black or white) and now would take every opportunity to add to her score. I also didn’t want to admit to myself that I found it incredibly exciting to watch her being fucked by others and, perversely, that I found it amazingly arousing to be denied myself.
The morning passed by and we were surrounded by many of the guests either laying on sun loungers, in the sea or playing beach games with the animation team.
I got up, “I’m going into the sea, fancy it?”
Sally replied, “No, I’m ok here thanks.”
I walked into the sea and swam off enjoying the warm sun and sea. After swimming a few minutes I stopped for breath and treading water I looked back and saw a strange guy sitting on my sun lounger talking to Sally. Even at the distance between us I could see she was nodding as he spoke and then taking the bottle of our sun lotion he rubbed some on to his hands then run them over her shoulders. I kept low in the sea watching them.
The guy run his hands down his fingertips just going under her bikini top then back up to her shoulders. He spoke to her again with Sally nodding and smiling as he wrote into a book. He got up and wandered away slowly to stop at another sun lounger occupied by another bikini-clad lady.
I walked out the sea and headed back, “Who was that?” I asked.
“Who?” she replied with mock innocence.
“The guy who was rubbing your shoulders.”
“Oh him, he’s from the spa; he offered us a massage on the beach deal; Two for one.”
I looked at her thinking to myself, “There am I thinking she was hitting on yet another possible conquest!” but rather than say that I said, “Fancy it?”
“Yes I do.”
“Did you book it?” I asked,
Sally looked at me nodding, “Yes, is that ok?”
“Sure,” came my reply but I was thinking, “Not sure why you are asking for my approval; you done everything you’ve wanted to do so far without considering me!”
“We’re booked in for 1pm,” and with that she lay her head back picked up her book and sipped her drink without saying another word.
As she lay engrossed in her book I looked at her and tried to work out why she did what she did last night with Marcel. At times she seemed like the Sally I married all those years ago wanting my company and giving me hope that I might be slowly winning her back. Then I thought of all she had done since being here and my heart sank a little.
I checked my watch, “Sally it’s almost one, shall we go?”
She didn’t answer but just got up, wrapped her blue wrap round her waist and we headed off towards the beach spa massage area.
We parted the curtains and looking inside saw the guy, “Who’s first,” he asked.
Sally said, “You go first Mark.”
I got on the table face down and he went to work pouring oil on my back and then beginning to knead and squeeze the muscles I didn’t know I had. He rubbed and smoothed and prodded and poked my shoulders and the longer he continued the more relaxed I felt as my muscles unknotted and loosened off.
15 minutes later and he told me he had finished. I got up feeling good and my muscles relaxed and I staggered through the curtains to the seating area. I sat down as Sally got up and went through to the massage table.
The curtains were pulled shut behind her but through a small gap I could see her as she laid face down her arms stretched out in front of her. He stood to the side of the table and reached down to unclip her bikini top. He eased the straps off her shoulders and pulled the top away from her. He turned to see me looking and without missing beat at being spied upon he passed it over to me, “Don’t want to get oil on it,” he told me. Sally looked at me through half closed eyes; clearly she didn’t seem to mind either.
He rubbed oil over his hands then rubbed them over Sally’s shoulders, pressing more gently then he did with me. He ran his hands up and down each arm, Sally moaned lightly, “Mmmm, that feels nice,” she whispered
He moved to the top of the table and with his legs by her head he leaned forward and began to run his hands up and down her back. His fingertips moved down her back then just as he got to the waistband of her bikini bottoms, he moved his hands down her sides and as he retreated his fingers kept touching the sides of her breasts. Sally seemed so relaxed as he went back and forth and every now and again I heard her murmur a, “Mmmmm.”
He moved round and went to the end of the table and began to concentrate on her feet, calves and lower legs, moving his oily hands up the side of her legs then round to her inner thighs. A few moments of this and then he put his hands between her ankles and pushed to part her legs slightly as his hands ran higher up the inside of her legs. He moved his hands over her ass cheeks and under the waistband of her thong bottoms.
He gripped the waistband slowly easing it down over her ass cheeks; Sally lifted herself slightly upwards on her knees as he completely removed her bottoms slipping them down her legs and tossed them over to where I was sitting. He then oiled up his hands once more and began rubbing her ass cheeks and up her spine.
So far, so good, he was the complete professional in the way he got her so relaxed before having her on the table naked; not that Sally seem to care one little bit. She lay motionless lightly breathing making little moans of pleasure. He bent down and whispered in her ear, “Would you like to turn over and I will do the front.”
Sally turned her head and looking at me asked, “Do you mind?”
“No, he’s only doing his job,” I replied.
“I am indeed sir,” he told us.
Sally turned over her and lay with her arms down by her side. He oiled his hands once more and rubbed her shoulders then down over her arms. Once he reached her wrists he lightly grasped them and lifted them over her head. As he did, his hands ran down her shoulders and over her breast, gently squeezing them before moving his hands down over her tummy.
Sally turned her head facing me, “Mmmm, feels so relaxing...” and biting her bottom lip as he moved round the table once more running his hands up and down her legs. He then pushed her legs apart and with his hands inside her thighs his fingers moved down the sides of her pussy.
Sally took a long deep breath as his hand moved over the top of her pelvic bone just over her pussy, he eased her legs up bending them, She was still looking at me as his finger moved over the lips of her pussy, “Mmm, yessss,” she sighed as he slipped a finger into her and slowly started fingering her. I watched spellbound as his finger went deeper into her almost to his knuckle.
Sally mouthed to me, “Do you mind?”
What did she expect me to say? I couldn’t really say no as he had already pushed his finger into her. He pulled off his top and returned his finger back inside her pussy and fingered her a little harder. Sally rocked her hips, “Yesss,” she whispered.
All pretence of the massage was abandoned and he leant down and lifted her ass upwards and pulled her groin towards his mouth. Sally bit her bottom lip as he started licking around her pussy and then he gripped her legs to force them upwards towards her shoulders. I watched as his tongue went to work on her clitoris.
He rested her legs on his shoulders as he licked her clitoris and fingered her gaping pussy. She opened her legs more and he pushed a second finger into her to really finger-fuck her. She began shaking, rolling her head from side to side and then she looked at me and squealed, “I’m going to cum.”
I knew it wasn’t for my benefit that she said this but his for she then lifted her head to look at him, “Please keep going,” she whimpered, her shaking now out of control, “Oh, that’s it, yesss.”
Her orgasm subsided and he gently pulled his hand away and matter-of-factly passed her a box of tissues. Sally laid back breathing so heavy and very deeply, “I don’t believe that; unbelievable,” she said between breaths.
I stood and went over to the table and handed her back her bikini and asked, “Are you ok?”
She sat up with a dazed expression across her face, nodded and said, “Let’s go.”
The masseur was tidying the curtained cubicle with hardly a glance toward us. She walked up to him and lightly kissed his cheek, “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” was his response as we left hand-in-hand.”
We got back to our cabana and lay on our loungers. Sally was still lightly trembling as she looked at me still with the dreamy smile on her face, “Mmmmm, my whole body is shaking inside,” she said as she relaxed in the sun. I wasn’t shaking; I just had an impressive erection tenting my shorts as I pictured what had taken place.
We had lunch and lazed the afternoon away with a few drinks, dozing and reading before heading inside to get ready for the evening. I was wondering (hoping?) whether there might be a repeat of yesterday when Marcel had ‘visited’ but as time went by realized that was not going to happen.
We had our showers and given we were going to a special meal, the sunset dinner, we got out our smarter looking clothes. I slipped on a white shirt with a pair of tailored shorts and then sat back to delight in the sight of Sally as she pulled her black hold-up stockings over her legs, black tiny lacy panties with a matching black bra. She saw me watching and gave a little pirouette before sitting down at the vanity to put on her make-up. She didn’t need much, some mascara, black eyeliner, blusher and bright red lipstick just enhanced her beauty and I gave silent thanks to know that she was mine ... or was she?
Satisfied with her appearance she stood up and slipped on her black dress that just about reached her knees. She completed her ensemble with black high heels shoes.
She picked up her small black clutch bag and smiling at me said, “Shall we go?”
I looked at her and my breath caught in my throat thinking again how lovely she looked.
We entered the beach restaurant and no surprise that Wesley instantly appeared as soon as our feet crossed the doorway. “Good evening, your table is ready. Follow me please.” He said with that smirking smile as he looked down at Sally’s cleavage.
We walked over to our table and he pulled out the seat for Sally and fussed about her as I sat down on the opposite side. We ordered drinks and contemplated the menu and as we waited for our dinner, we watched as the sun slowly sank over the horizon to end another day.
Our meal arrived and we ate and made small talk without falling out or even talking about this afternoon. She seemed to have gone back into that mood of hers where I was of little interest; an impression I gained when I saw her eyes flick over my shoulder a few times but I just ignored it.
We finished our most excellent dinner and Sally dabbed at her mouth with her napkin, got up and said, “I’m just going to the ladies room.” I ordered another round of drinks watching everyone dancing having a really nice evening, and awaited her return.
The place was buzzing tonight and as time went by I kept looking around wondering where Sally had got to; I couldn’t see her anywhere. I kept my eye on the ladies toilet door but only a couple of ladies walked in and out and it became obvious that she was no longer where she said she was going..
I got up looked around then walked round but still couldn’t see her. I stepped outside the restaurant and heard two people laughing. It sounded as if it was coming from a dark passageway alongside the building. I moved closer and heard Sally’s voice saying, “Yes, I’m sure.”
I peeped round the corner and there was Sally back against the wall legs parted her black lacy panties round one ankle with Wesley holding her up on his black hands, his trousers round his ankles, holding her just over his black upright cock.
He slowly lowered her down his cock fully entering her. Sally gripped onto him biting his shoulder so not to scream out and then he lifted her to slam her down onto his cock making sure she took it all deeply inside her.
They kissed full of passion as he kept lifting her up and down forcefully onto his upward thrusting cock. Sally gripped him tightly saying, “Oh yes Wesley, harder, harder ...” he did just that forcing her down even harder onto his cock, “That’s it, take me, I’m yours.”
He lowered her hard onto his cock one last time and held her still. They were both shaking hard, “I’ve cum,” he told her.
“I know you have; me too,” Sally replied.
I went back to the table, furious at the knowledge that this was the second time she had gone off and been fucked while I wasn’t around. I was still angry big time when she reappeared a few minutes later, looking at me very flushed as she sat down.
I stared at her coldly, “I’m off.”
“Oh Mark, no, please can we stay a little longer?”
“No, I’m going,” and I got up and walked back to our cabana.
I heard her running behind me, “Mark, what’s wrong; whatever is the matter?” She was trying to act innocent not knowing I had seen her.
I opened the door and she followed and stood in front of me holding my shoulders, “For goodness sake, what is wrong with you?”
I looked at her, “Pull your panties down; let’s see how much cum dribbles out.”
“Oh fuck, you know,” she said.
“Yes, I fucking know,” I said with as much venom as I could muster. I undressed, got into bed and turned over flicking my bedside light off.
As I lay there in the dark my anger began to subside and once again the visions of her being fucked by another man started to swirl around in my head. My anger slowly was replaced by feelings of arousal as I rerun the erotic scene I had witnessed
She went and showered before getting into bed to spoon behind me. She hugged my back and as I felt her tits rub against me I relented and let go of my resentment. I asked, “Was he good?”
Sally whispered, “Yes, sorry, he was.”
I turned over and looked at her, “You do know that watching you fucking is getting to be a real turn on?”
Sally looked at me shocked “You mean you want me to continue?”
I nodded, “Would you like to know that I knew and that I might be watching?”
“Yes I would, but can we have to have sex sometimes when I will tell you about it?” came her reply.
I groaned at the thought.
Sally kissed me on the cheek saying, “I’ll take that as a Yes. Thank you, Mark.”
I turned over and with her spooning me once we both dropped off to sleep.
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