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Fantasy, Reality and Intimate Love
by Ickric (ick_ric@yahoo.co.uk)

***

Allan and Beth indulge in a little fantasy play. A 
surprise birthday treat for Allan is a trip to Ibiza and 
a little alcohol and a little "E" and fantasy and 
reality meld into one. (MMF, nc, swing, drugs)

***

Chapter 1
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"Make love to me," Beth instructed Allan as his tongue 
expertly explored her most personal parts. She always 
loved Allan's cunnilingus and he had special ways of 
arousing her. He'd earlier aroused her by a slow gentle 
massage with some aromatherapy oils of Clary Sage and 
Ylang Ylang and some music on in the back ground. 

Allan crawled up her body and leaned forward, kissing 
her gently. Beth responded, her tongue searching for 
his, tasting her own juices on his tongue as they 
kissed. She needed his cock and she reached down 
between their bodies, her hand in search of his healthy 
seven and a half inches, guiding it into her warm, wet 
and welcoming pussy, sighing deeply as Allan entered 
her. 

They both groaned as the mutual pleasure raised their 
pulse rates, their heart beats racing faster than 
Jenson Button. Allan smiled to himself as the simile 
brought images of formula one racing cars and he 
wondered if he'd discovered a new meaning for pole 
position!

Beth, blissfully unaware of Allan's mental visions, was 
getting off on his pole inside her as his thrusting 
movements became more accentuated, starting slow but 
building pace. Their tongues remained entwined as she 
thrust her hips back into his, digging her heels into 
Allan's buttocks, forcing him deeper into her. They'd 
been married for a couple of years now, having been 
together for more than 5 years and they both enjoyed a 
full and satisfying sex life. 

Beth had dated guys before she'd met Allan but other 
than kissing and petting, she'd never gone all the way 
with anyone other than Allan. He was all she needed, 
all she wanted and she was deeply in love with the man. 
He was good looking, stood 6'1" and was fit in more 
than one way. Sure, he was a regular down the gym but 
he was also very attractive and she found it easy to be 
turned on by this good looking hunk. 

He wasn't just looks, either, his education had enabled 
him to acquire a well paid job and they enjoyed a good 
standard of living, their joint incomes resulted in 
sufficient surplus income to spend on luxuries such as 
good holidays. And on top of all this, Allan knew which 
buttons of hers to press to turn her on. 

She disengaged from their kiss.

"I love you," she whispered as she felt the first wave 
of orgasm approached. Beth tensed her pelvic muscles, 
making her pussy tighter, accentuating Allan's pleasure 
as well as her own. Their breathing became more 
laboured as they rocketed towards their climaxes, 
Allan's forehead perspiring despite his obvious fitness 
level. 

Beth looked up at her husband and lover and, in one 
final burst of passion, she thrust herself into his 
hips with such force, she felt his balls slap against 
her buttocks, the slapping sound louder than their 
passionate breathing. She arched her back as her body 
went into an uncontrollable spasm, her breathing 
suspended temporarily as her body reached orgasm, 
swiftly followed by a second, the process sending Allan 
into orgasm as well, thrusting himself deep into her 
and holding himself in place as he ejaculated into his 
wife, filling her pussy with his sweet sticky cum.

They lay together, their bodies still joined at the 
hips as they fought to regain their breath, Allan 
supporting his weight with one arm, the other gently 
stroking Beth's long dark hair. God, she was horny he 
thought to himself. Her 34-24-34 body on a 5'7" frame 
gave her ample curves and sufficient height to turn any 
guy's head. She was definitely attractive and always 
received a lot of attention, not all of it unpleasant. 

She knew how to look good and she enjoyed having the 
power to turn guys on, to make men want her, to feel 
aroused just by her looks. By the same token, she was a 
one man woman and that man was Allan. She'd fancied him 
from the very start when they met when she was a sweet 
and tender 18 year old virgin. She'd given herself to 
Allan and, since then, she'd wanted no-one else and 
doubted that she ever would.

Allan had had a few girlfriends before he'd met Beth 
but he was totally smitten with her. At first, he 
thought it was just an infatuation but it slowly became 
apparent that they had mutual feelings and 3 years 
later, they married.

Beth was used to receiving attention and loved to flirt 
a little but nothing more than a bit of harmless fun. 
She was used to being asked out and chatted up at work, 
at clubs or even just out shopping with girl friends. 
But since she met Allan, she was completely content as, 
indeed, was Allan. 

Later that evening, they had gone out to a club and 
Allan had queued up at the bar to get some drinks. He'd 
watched Beth from a distance being chatted up by total 
strangers and, at first, it had made Allan's blood 
boil. She was his woman, get your filthy hands off, 
he'd thought to himself. Then he'd noticed he had gone 
rock hard in his trousers whilst merely watching them. 
How could this be? He wondered how it were possible for 
him to get aroused thinking about the love of his life, 
his woman, his betrothed being chatted up by a total 
stranger. Was this normal? 

"Silly arse," he whispered to himself as he thought the 
consequences through. All that was happening was that 
some guy was chatting to his wife, he wasn't cuddling 
her, kissing her, groping her or, worse still, making 
love to her. So what was the problem? The problem was 
the more he thought about the consequences, the harder 
his cock got.

"Yes, mate," the barman said, shaking Allan out of his 
day dream. Allan ordered the Vodka and Red Bull's and 
returned to the table. Allan was introduced to the 
strangers as Beth's "Husband" and as he stood at an 
intimidating 6'1" and well toned, the strangers made 
brief polite conversation before making their excuses 
and leaving them in peace. Beth smiled and Allan smiled 
back. His eyes, however, gave him away.

"What's up with you?" Beth queried. Allan smiled more, 
his eyes misting over with the start of some perverted 
thoughts.

"Oh, nothing," he lied. Beth cocked her head to one 
said and gave him that "Don't lie to me" look that she 
had.

"Well..." Allan began, "...I'll tell you when we get 
home," he said, hoping to distract her with a dance.

"No. Come on. Tell me" she persevered. Beth was a very 
strong willed woman. Allan sighed. How could he tell 
his wife that he was turned on thinking about her in 
the arms of another guy. She'd lamp him one, he was 
sure of it. 

"You ever heard of Prurient?" he said, outright. He 
hoped she was unaware of the phrase. So far, luck was 
with him as Beth shook her head. Beth wondered if it 
were an insurance company. In fairness, Allan had only 
become aware of the phrase recently when a work 
colleague introduced him to the concept. The colleague 
had told Allan about a prurient club where members, all 
couples, indulged in what was known as soft swing. 

"You know what swinging is?" he probed further. Again, 
Beth shook her head. 

"Is it something that monkeys do on trees?" she said, 
half seriously, half tongue in cheek. Allan grimaced. 
She was in one of those moods, was she? Beth took a sip 
of her drink.

"Swinging is a term used for..." He felt very self 
conscious that this could ruin a great relationship and 
physically prepared himself for a slapped face "...wife 
swapping," he said, reaching for his own drink and 
holding it to his lips, partly for protection but 
mostly to hide his face from hers as be blushed. "Soft 
swing is where you entertain... another partner... 
whilst your own partner watches... but only with your 
hands... oh, or your mouth" he stammered his way 
through the brief description. 

"What are you saying," Beth said, her voice intimating. 
Beth was not enjoying what she was hearing.

"Only to play out at home," he replied meekly. "As a 
fantasy, you know" he winked at her, taking a big sip 
of his drink. Allan knew he was not alone in his 
thoughts, the quantity of websites obviously had 
sufficient subscribers to make it worth their while. 

Allan was still uncertain why he was so aroused by such 
thoughts. After all, he'd kill anyone who tried to harm 
Beth. But what if the stranger meant her no harm at 
all, only pleasure. Didn't he love her enough to want 
her to have pleasure? Of course he loves her enough. 
But to imagine some stranger pawing at his wife's 
gorgeous breasts, the breasts he himself found much 
pleasure in caressing, kissing, nibbling, sucking...he 
noticed himself getting hard again.

"Why?" Beth's question broke his train of thought. "I 
thought we had plenty of fun in the bedroom area" she 
said, her hand slipping under the table and stroking 
his thigh, noticing his already firm bulge in his 
Levi's.

"Yeah. Well, it was just a thought," he said, taking 
another large swig from his pint glass. 

"I couldn't bear to think of you with... another 
woman," Beth said, her words carefully pronounced. 
Allan knew she was going to say something less polite 
like "Some old trollop" or "Slapper" or something.

"But we've played out fantasies before" he said, 
bravely trying to defend his honour. Beth stopped in 
her tracks. It was true, they had acted out fantasies 
before. Not often, mind you, but enough for a bit of 
variety. Dressing up seemed pointless when shortly 
after beginning, it would all be removed again, she had 
thought to her self. But she was also aware that 
keeping her man happy in the bedroom would make him 
less likely to stray. And, according to an article in a 
woman's magazine, variety was the spice of life as sex 
could get a bit boring.

"How do you plan to do that then?" she asked 
cautiously. Allan put his pint down. Could she be 
warming to the idea. 'Best not rush it, take it step at 
a time' Allan thought to himself.

"Oh, you know..." Allan said nonchalantly. Beth looked 
at him carefully.

"Tell me" she ordered.

"Well. Just pretend I'm someone different" he said. She 
blinked. 

"Is that it?"

"Initially, yeah!"

"What do you mean initially?" she enquired cagily, her 
face showing some apprehension.

"To begin with" he replied.

"Thanks for being a thesaurus!" Beth said icily, "I 
meant, how do you plan this to develop?"

"Beth, I watched you being chatted up by those geeks 
earlier and you've just felt my crotch. I'm rock hard, 
sweet heart. I don't know why, but it turned me on. 
Maybe, if we tried acting out the scenario in the 
bedroom, it might add a bit of spice to our sex lives".

"Spice?" Beth retorted. "We've made love in every room 
in the house including he garden shed, much to the 
amusement of the neighbours. We've done it in the car, 
in the cinema, in the swimming pool changing rooms, 
we've made love in the park, on a boat and on a hotel 
balcony. How much more sodding spice do you need?"

Allan looked shocked.

"I though you liked it" he uttered, looking deep into 
the amber glow of his drinks glass as though it were a 
crystal ball, looking for some image or sign that would 
give him some answers.

There was a short pause.

"Well, I do like it" Beth responded. There was a short 
pause. "But this is a bit different. It's perverted" 
she continued.

"No less perverted than making love in a public place" 
he said, his eyes never leaving his vodka Red Bull. 
Another silent pause ensued. "Anyway, it would always 
be you with another, not me with another". There was 
another short awkward pause in conversation.

"Just in the bedroom?" she replied, her hand stroking 
his thigh again. He looked up at her sexy brown eyes. 
God she was horny. He nodded in agreement as he spoke.

"Yes". Beth smiled, her hand reaching the thick denim 
clad rod that was pressed against his leg. She could 
almost feel his pulse in his cock through the thick 
material of his jeans and she imagined the tip of his 
erection covered in pre-cum, she could almost taste it.

"Then take me, stranger, to your bed and have your 
wicked way with me" she said, her cute smile showed 
just a glimmer of impishness, she was warming to the 
idea of a bit of naughty-ness in their love making. He 
leaned forward and kissed her forehead before moving 
his lips down to find her freshly glossed lips. She 
placed a finger on his lips before he could insert his 
tongue.

"Not so fast, stranger. Buy me some more drinks and get 
me pissed, stranger. I don't come cheap" she said, her 
mood changing to be a little slutty especially for 
Allan. 

"OK, miss" he said, playing along with the game.

"And don't disappoint me" she said, licking her lips 
seductively and staring straight at Allan's groin. "I 
only like BIG BOYS" she said, the words leaving her 
lips in her sexiest voice, the type you might expect 
from a premium rate phone number. Allan pondered on how 
well she might do as an operator on an 0898 number.

"So you'd like a large one, then?" he asked on purpose, 
knowing Beth would easily interpret his double 
entendre. 

"You betcha" she replied. "Oh, and while you're at it, 
I'll have a drink as well!"

Allan grinned at her mirth.


Chapter 2
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Allan laid Beth on the bed, their breaths full of 
alcohol vapour, their kissing passionate and hungry. 
Tongues wrapped themselves around each other in much 
the same way as their arms did, hands over each others 
hot bodies, touching, caressing, teasing each others 
skin, stroking, massaging, arousing.

Allan disengaged his mouth from Beth's, their breathing 
deep and erotic. The shadows from the romantic candles 
danced on the ceiling, adding to the atmosphere, the 
gentle back ground music and the smell of each other's 
cologne and perfume awakening all the senses. 

Beth went to speak but Allan placed his finger on his 
own lip as if to shush her. He leaned forward and 
nibbled her ear lobe and Beth responded, wrapping her 
long legs around his well toned hips.

"Tell me about this stranger" he urged her, his speech 
little more than a whisper. 

"Well, he'd be about your height..." she began, kissing 
him with each piece of information, "maybe with blond 
hair and possibly a tattoo on his shoulders" she 
continued. Allan became more intrigued.

"What else?" he whispered.

"He'd have lots of chest hair so I could feel my 
breasts being aroused as we made love..." she said, her 
breathing becoming more laboured as the visualisation 
manifested itself in her own mind, "...and pearly white 
teeth. Maybe he'd speak with an Australian accent..." 
she continued and Allan's mind spun every bit as much 
as hers must have done. She was really living the dream 
and Allan couldn't wait to fuck her.

"...and he'd have a big erection, lots of pubic hair 
which would rub against my clit as we made love..." 
Allan noticed she always referred to sex as making 
love.

"...and big balls that slapped against my bottom. He'd 
gently caress my breasts with his big muscular hands 
and I'd have to brush his hair out of his eyes as we 
made out".

Allan could hardly believe his ears. His mind conjured 
up an image of the Australian cricketer, Brett Lee, 
with a bit more muscle and height.

"What would you do to him?" Allan asked. Beth closed 
her eyes, as though she was loosing herself in her own 
imagination.

"We'd enjoy a few drinks and chat a little. I'd flirt 
with him and maybe stroke his chest to see just how 
much chest hair he had. Then, I'd let him kiss me. He'd 
have to make the first move, you understand" she said, 
her eyes opening momentarily as she spoke. She 
disappeared back in to her own little world again.

"I'd suck his tongue whilst he fondled my breasts, I'd 
let him unclip my bra before taking my top off so as I 
lifted my arms, he pulled off my top and bra at the 
same time" she said. Her breathing remained laboured as 
she laid back on the bed, her arms above her head as 
though she wanted Allan to caress her breasts as she 
spoke. Allan reached out for her ample tits and gently 
cupped them with both hands and Beth squirmed slowly in 
delight. 

Beneath the material of her clothing, he could feel her 
nipples pert and erect, pressing against the tight 
material, wanting to be liberated and open to the 
atmosphere. Allan lifted her top over her slim tummy 
and she sat up enough for Allan to reach behind her and 
unclip her bra, as she had described a few moments 
earlier, before removing the offending articles over 
her head. She collapsed back on the bed and Allan once 
again reached for her tits."

"Then what?" Allan asked, trying to impersonate an 
Australian accent. 

"I'd let the guy fondle my breasts and suck on them, 
one at a time, each nipple getting the same amount of 
attention" she whispered. Allan responded, following 
her description, his tongue and lips licking and 
sucking at her nipples, the saliva glistening in the 
candle light.

"Then, I'd reach for his belt," she said, her arms 
reaching out for Allan's belt and unbuckling him. She 
unclipped the button on his jeans and unzipped him.

"Then I'd tell the guy to undress for me so I can see 
how much he is turned on by me," she said, opening her 
eyes and sitting up slightly, supporting her self on 
her elbows. Allan stood and removed his jeans then, 
slowly and provocatively, he began to lower his boxers. 
His seven and a half inches stood proud and he so much 
wanted to fuck his wife but Allan wanted the fantasy to 
last. She sat up some more and reached out for Allan's 
erect penis and gently ran her hands down the shaft, 
her mouth merely centimetres away from the tip, her 
warm breath gently huffing on his hard moist erection. 
She teased Allan a little, allowing her long dark hair 
to fall against his sensitive penis-head, the tingling 
sending tremors of delight up Allan's spine.

"Then I'd sit him down..." she continued, rolling off 
the bed so she was squatted in front of him, "...then 
I'd do this". Beth held his shaft with one hand and 
placed her mouth at the base of his cock where his 
scrotum met the penis, her tongue extended and began to 
lick the sensitive piece of skin. Allan laid back in 
ecstasy as his wife butterfly flicked his scrotum. He 
murmured gently.

"You like?" she asked in between flicks of her tongue. 

"Mmm" Allan responded. He was ready to explode but he 
wanted to cum in her pussy, not on the bed sheets.

As if reading his mind, Bethany continued. "Then I'd do 
this" she whispered, her voice going as low and 
seductive as her laboured breathing would allow. She 
stood and unzipped her short skirt, allowing it to fall 
to the floor, then hooking her thumbs through the 
elastic of her panties, she slowly lowered her briefs, 
revealing inch by inch, more of her pussy until all was 
in full view. She stepped out of her underwear and 
knelt on the bed, manoeuvring her way up to Allan's 
shoulders before straddling his neck, a knee by each of 
his ears before she lowered her self on to his waiting 
mouth.

Allan poked his tongue out to meet her soaking wet 
pussy as her labia met with his lips, her dark pubic 
hair against his face. Allan adjusted himself so he 
could breathe through his nose as his tongue lapped 
eagerly at her moist love lips. Beth squirmed and 
moaned in delight as his tongue probed at her labia, 
his lips and tongue nibbling at her clitoris, making 
her squirm even more. Allan reached up and felt one of 
her breasts, gently caressing her, feeling her erect 
nipple against the fleshy part of his fingers. Beth 
responded, writhing on Allan's face as he turned her 
on. Unable to take any more, she took control.

"Make love to me!" she commanded, dismounting from 
Allan's face and wriggling down his body until she was 
over his groin. She grabbed his erection with her hand 
and directed herself towards it, wanking him slowly in 
the process. Allan groaned in pleasure. He felt her 
warmness as she lowered herself onto him, impaling 
herself on his dick.

"Mmm" Allan murmured as he entered her, his eyes half 
open as he used his other senses to enjoy the 
experience.

"Fuck me" she said and Allan open his eyes sharply. 
Beth was not usually this coarse when they had sex. 

"Pardon?"

"I said Fuck me!" she repeated. Allan was turned on 
even more by her dirty talk.

"Is this how you'd speak to a stranger?" he questioned.

"Shut up and fuck me" she responded, leaning back and 
arching herself as she rode his erection, her ample 
breasts pointing at Allan begging to be caressed. Allan 
obliged, tweaking her nipples with his thumb and 
forefingers until she squirmed even more. She began 
bucking on Allan's love rod, moaning in delight as his 
meat filled her completely. She may be living out a 
fantasy for her husband for his sake, but he was 
everything she needed, great technique and sufficient 
size to satisfy. 

He thrust his hips as deep into her as he could and 
they both gasped simultaneously, almost as though his 
movements were instinctual. That was another thing she 
loved about him, they were so in tune with each other, 
as friends as well as lovers. God, he was so good in 
bed and she doubted she'd find better, even if she 
tried.

Allan was turned on by Beth, images of her with someone 
else raging in his brain like a hurricane. Of course, 
he could never go through with the idea in real life 
and neither could Beth, they were too much in love with 
each other. But they were happy to act out fantasies 
together and that closeness made them even closer, 
sharing not just their lives (and bodily juices) but 
their dreams and fantasies as well.

Beth was in her own little world, too. She could do the 
dirty talk but what really turned her on was seeing her 
hubby enjoying himself as this invariably resulted in 
his performance being even better. Consequently, she 
would reach a strong and powerful climax if Allan was 
in tip-top shape so playing out the fantasies were as 
much for her own benefit as for his. And his 
performance this evening was unbelievable. What's more, 
he had some staying power, he could make love for hours 
before withering and tonight was no exception.

Beth felt her plateau was on the ascend again and her 
movements became more vigorous, her writhing became 
more accentuated as she hurtled towards her climax. 
Beth's breathing came in short sharp gasps as she 
prepared herself for her blessed relief, her muscles 
tensed as she reached her climax. 

"Oh my god!" she yelped as Allan moved one hand from a 
breast to her clitoris and massaged it gently with his 
knuckles. She became motionless, albeit temporarily, 
like a statue as the wave of orgasm made every nerve in 
her body tingle. Her breathing stopped momentarily as 
she climaxed, her pelvic muscles tightening on Allan's 
rock hard dick. 

She drew in breath suddenly, like a drowning person 
might when they surface, and Allan imagined the candles 
waving precariously as the oxygen in the room became 
exhausted and the flames fought for their own lives. 
The shadows on the ceiling were merely Beth's own 
movements, however, and as she came down from her 
climax, Allan felt his own climax building. His mind 
took over and the fantasy in his mind's eye sped him to 
the inevitable, his seed spilling into his wife with a 
force Beth felt, his sperm squirting against her 
insides, tickling her from within, pumping, 
ejaculating, cumming.

They slowly regained their breath, Beth crouching 
forward with Allan's cock still inside her, feeling the 
pulse from his penis against her pussy lips. They 
kissed tenderly for several minutes, enjoying the 
closeness of each other.

"Was that nice?" Beth enquired, her eyebrows raised in 
eager anticipation. Allan grinned like a Cheshire cat 
and murmured quietly to himself, feeling his own juices 
slowly dribbling out his wife's used pussy onto his 
balls.

"How was that for you?" he asked. She smirked a little.

"Promise me one thing," Beth said. Allan looked at her 
seriously, expecting some chastisement. "Never try and 
do an Australian accent again!" Beth finished. Then she 
smiled, giving the game away that she was only teasing 
Allan. Allan feigned shock.

"You don't like my Ozzie accent, Sheila?" he said in 
his poor Australian accent again.

Beth leaned back on the bed and reached for a pillow 
and placed it over his head in a pretend fight to 
suffocate him.

"You've been warned" she said playfully. They rolled 
over on the bed, frolicking about. Allan got the better 
of her and sat on her chest, his semi limp penis 
pointing to her giggling face.

"You're special" he said, leaning forward and kissing 
her.

"How special?" Beth asked.

"Very special."

"Special enough to get me a diet coke from the fridge?" 
she asked. 

Allan pulled away from the kiss. "Don't push your luck 
too far!" he said, playfully. 

Another play fight ensued followed by more love making 
and Allan thought to himself that they should replay 
this fantasy more often. 


Chapter 3
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Both had enjoyed the session and had eventually fallen 
asleep in each others arms, dreaming of how much in 
love they were with each other. They relived the 
fantasy many times, each time Beth would conjure up 
images of different characters, film stars, sports 
personalities, musicians, even one or two characters 
which Allan couldn't place. Of course, no names were 
used, just verbal images, allowing the imagination to 
operate at its full potential making the experience 
even more erotic. Every time, it would be Beth being 
taken by a stranger, flirting with them, flashing flesh 
at them, allowing them to kiss her, fondle her, grope 
her and then have full sex. 

Each time there would be something different, sometimes 
Beth would want it from behind, other times in 
missionary. On one occasion, they ended up in a pile-
driver position, something Allan hadn't done very often 
with Beth and required some forward planning to ensure 
she was comfortable and he didn't fall on her. 
Sometimes, they would act out the fantasy with the 
bedroom curtains open, as though the thought of being 
watched added to their enjoyment. Other times, they 
might make love in a bath full of water or on the 
dining table, sometimes with a pot of sweet and sour 
sauce left over from their earlier take-away that they 
had saved purposely for the event.

The seasons were constantly changing, the months passed 
by and still Allan and Beth enjoyed the fantasy. If 
they needed any additional spicing up of their sex 
lives, this fantasy of Bethany with another guy hit the 
target every time. Because each time was different, it 
was always wild, hot and steamy. Allan had been known 
to crawl into work, looking like he'd just come off a 
night shift, so little sleep he'd had. But Allan never 
complained, his wife was keeping him happy between the 
sheets and, let's be honest, if it were you, would you 
complain?

They often spent time in deep meaningful conversation 
and both had confirmed that this was only a fantasy, 
that neither of them wanted it to actually happen. That 
said, they both found the whole fantasy thing a real 
turn on, provided it was only with each other.

Allan, however, was still being told about the soft 
swing scene by his work colleague and how that could be 
a real turn on.

"No pressure, if you just want to watch, then that's 
fine. At your own speed" his mate had told him. "Soft 
swing is where your partner gives another guy a blow 
job or a hand job in your presence and they reciprocate 
with your woman. You can either watch or indulge with 
the other guy's woman. It's up to you but you can stop 
at any time."

Allan had found the entire thing odd but strangely 
arousing. He'd surfed the net and found a plethora of 
soft swing sites, a large proportion of them in the UK 
and had found them intriguing. Curiosity lead him to 
alternative sites and each site resulted in him 
becoming more interested. 

He'd even rang one of the help lines for a soft swing 
site and found himself in deep conversation with a 
lovely Ulster-man who bombarded Allan with mountains of 
information about the soft swing scene, the protocols 
and even just the social side without the need to 
indulge in intimate relationships with alternative 
people. The subscription fee was minimal and why not 
join? The chap sounded a nice guy and had an infectious 
laugh, making Allan feel really at ease.

Allan found himself intrigued beyond his own belief and 
wondered if he and Beth could maybe try something on 
their own before they jumped in and joined a proper 
organisation.

Allan arrived home early one evening and found Beth in 
a sexy mood. She'd dressed up for his home coming and 
had done her hair and make up beautifully for him. 

"What's this all about?" he challenged her as he took 
the glass of wine she'd handed him.

"I've something special for you," she said in her minx 
type manner. She reached under her top and pulled out a 
paper wallet and handed it to Allan. He put his wine 
glass down and opened the wallet. Inside were plane 
tickets for Ibiza for both of them. He looked at her 
quizzically.

"Look at the flight dates," she said. Allan opened one 
of the tickets and saw the dates incorporated his 
birthday which was fast approaching. "Happy birthday!" 
Beth said as he looked back up at her, planting a big 
wet kiss on his confused face.

"Look. We've got our own villa on a complex with a 
shared pool, clubs and bars nearby and two weeks of 
sun, sea, sand, sangria and... can you think of 
anything else that begins with 'S'?" she teased. 
Allan's face burst into a grin.

"Surprised?" Beth asked. Allan scooped her up in his 
arms and kissed her, gently at first, then 
passionately, his hands reaching for her arse. She 
pulled away from his embrace.

"Stop it. Dinner's ready," she said, adjusting herself 
even though there was only her and Allan there. She 
attended to the oven and hob whilst Allan sat at the 
dining table, repossessing his wine glass.

"I've planned what I'm taking. I thought I'd pack that 
sexy bikini you love me in" she called. 

"Which one? I love them all" Allan replied.

"OK, I'll take them all" she replied and Allan winced. 
Hopefully that wouldn't push them over the 20kg baggage 
limit too much. Just to be on the safe side, he'd limit 
Beth to only taking flimsy light clothing, that way 
they'd keep the excess baggage fees down and she'd look 
sexy in flimsy clothing. "Good plan" he thought to 
himself.

***

Allan woke up late one morning in the villa and his 
head hurt. The sun shining through the drawn curtains 
felt like his eyes were being scorched and his mouth 
felt like the inside of a parrot cage. It must have 
been a good night last night. His head felt like there 
was a rave going on inside his brain with Keith Moon 
and Cozy Powell having a drum duel. Then he remembered 
the night of passion with his dear wife. God, she had 
driven him crazy, a combination of alcohol and a bit of 
"E" they'd acquired locally and Beth had turned totally 
wild. 

Visions of the way she had mounted him flooded back 
into his mind and he gently put his hand towards his 
own genitalia, gingerly fumbling to see if he was still 
intact. He wondered if he'd still be able to walk, so 
ferocious was Beth in bed. He eased his legs over the 
side of the bed and slowly sat up, the rush of blood to 
his head resulted in another July 4th firework display 
exploding between his ears, his hangover pounding and 
echoing within his skull. He padded over to the 
bathroom and splashed some cold water on his face. He 
still felt like shit. It wasn't like that in the 
movies, he mused to himself, wondering how he could 
still be jovial when he felt like a walking corpse!

He ventured into the sitting room, the patio doors were 
open and through the blinding sunlight, he could see 
Beth sitting on a sun lounger, cold drink in one hand 
and a book in the other. 

"Oh, you're up then," she said cheekily to him, putting 
her book down. "Fancy a swim?" Allan shook his head and 
instantly wished he hadn't. Beth looked at him but 
without pity.

"You old 'un's just aint up to partying, are you?" she 
joked. As she stood, Allan saw her in her skimpy 
bikini, the bra element barely covering her nipples and 
he could see them protruding through the wet material, 
her lovely dark hair still moist from the pool. He 
guessed she'd been in and out of the pool most of the 
morning, having a quick dip every time she got too 
warm. 

Her skimpy bikini bottoms barely covered her pussy and 
little tufts of dark pubic hair were visible, despite 
Beth having her bikini line waxed prior to their 
holiday. His groin stirred and his head pounded with 
the sudden increase in heart beat.

"So what happened last night?" he asked, tentatively. 
He hoped he hadn't made a fool of himself.

"Oh, not much!" Beth said nonchalantly as she sat back 
down. Allan sat on a lounger beside her.

"Oh. Good" he said, placing his head in his hands.

"How was Sharon?" Beth enquired.

"Who?"

"Sharon? That blonde bimbo you were chatting up?" Beth 
continued.

"Sharon?" Allan shook his head and again regretted the 
action. "Is this a wind up?"

"You must remember. She was the blonde tart with big 
tits. You'd only had a couple of drinks and you spilt 
your drink down her top. You tried to dry her top with 
your almost clean handkerchief before the bouncer 
intervened. He was going to throw you out for groping 
until I stepped in and rescued you" Beth concluded. 
Allan couldn't remember a thing.

"Did I have any "E" last night?"

"What d'you think?" Beth answered. Allan tried his best 
to remember.

"So I dabbed her...you know...with my hanky, was that 
all?" he said, hopefully.

"Yeah. That's all" Beth replied. She left a short 
pause. "Well, you tried to chat her up whilst you were 
'dabbing' her tits with your hanky. I saw you tweak her 
bum with your hand. Oh, and she snogged you a bit" Beth 
said, icily. Allan groaned inwardly. He'd made a total 
pratt of himself and Beth had witnessed the entire 
thing. And, what was worse, he couldn't remember doing 
it at all.

"What were you doing whilst I was.....talking to 
this...Sharon?" Allan enquired, not too sure if he 
wanted to know the answer.

"Oh, just dancing" Beth replied. Another short pause. 
"With Jose".

Allan looked up sharply, his head hurt but he was 
becoming more coherent.

"Who's Jose?" he asked. Beth smiled inwardly.

"Well, if you were trying to make me jealous, I thought 
I'd respond by making you jealous, so I danced with 
Jose for much of the night. After I rescued you, you 
sat in the corner nursing your drink until you passed 
out."

"So how did I get home?"

"Taxi. It cost me 30 Euros more 'cos you were legless, 
but never mind" Beth replied, picking up her book and 
turning to a page. She pretended to read as she piled 
the agony on to Allan.

"I think Jose liked me" she continued. Allan replaced 
his head to his hands. 

"How do you mean?" Allan responded.

"Oh, just the way he kissed me" she replied. Allan's 
jaw dropped to the floor. "And I couldn't keep his 
hands of my arse" she continued. Allan looked up at 
her, her sun shades hiding her mirth behind her tinted 
glasses.

"You mean..."

"Oh, you pratt! I'm teasing you" she blurted, laughing 
out loud. "Yes, I did dance with a few guys but only 
because you were out of it. When we got back here, you 
and me made love. You must remember that?" she said. 
Allan nodded. He did remember that part, his bruised 
thighs bore the scars of their efforts.

"I remember you getting a lot of attention when we got 
there" he stated. She looked up from her book and if 
Allan had been a bit more coherent, he'd have noticed 
her book was upside down.

"That's nothing new though, is it?" Beth replied. Allan 
had to agree. She was sexy, no matter what she wore. 
She could wear grandmother tweed and still look horny. 
Well, maybe not tweed, he thought to himself, but she 
had a way of carrying herself that turned heads 
wherever she went.

He reached for the bottle of Pepsi by her lounger and 
took a swig straight from the bottle. He needed re-
hydration with the sudden increase in heart beat and 
fast. Allan stood to go back indoors.

"May I make a suggestion?" Beth questioned.

"Huh"

"Put some clothes on!" 

Allan looked down and realised he was naked on the 
patio. He trotted back inside.


Chapter 4
---------

Evening descended and Allan had recovered sufficiently 
to handle another club but tonight, he would limit the 
alcohol and avoid any "E". He was still a little 
fragile and wondered how on earth Beth could still be 
so perky. Maybe she'd been less heavy on the alcohol 
herself yesterday.

The image of Beth and Jose had played on Allan's mind 
all day and although he couldn't remember the guy or 
any of the guys Beth had danced with, he imagined the 
guy in his mind. Like their fantasy play acting, he 
imagined the guy cuddling his wife, dancing with her, 
embracing her, cuddling her, kissing her, touching 
her...

"I wonder?" he said to himself.

"Wonder what?" Beth replied. Allan hadn't realised he'd 
said it out loud as well.

"I've an idea. Are you up for a bit of a challenge?" he 
asked Beth. She looked at him in one of her "What's he 
planning now" looks. Allan paused, waiting for her 
response.

"Go on" she urged, her arms crossed defensively.

"I was just thinking about you, last night. I know I 
was out of it, but I'd love to see you flirt with Jose 
again"

Beth smiled. "His name wasn't Jose. I made that up" she 
said. "But I did dance with a couple of guys, more for 
company than anything else"

"Would you flirt and dance with another guy tonight 
whilst I watch" he said bluntly.

"I'd rather dance with you, big boy" she said, cuddling 
up to him and allowing her hand to wander down to his 
buttocks, giving his bum her usual playful squeeze.

"Me too" he said, followed swiftly by "We can dance all 
night but I'd still like to see you flirt with some one 
else. You made me jealous earlier when you said you'd 
kissed and groped another guy, I'd like other guys to 
feel jealous of me."

"I don't understand," Beth responded, trying to look 
into Allan's eyes.

"Well, you know how you turn on other men. They all 
fancy you, they'd all like to bed you. That's a given." 
Beth nodded. She had to agree that she always attracted 
attention from men. She was attractive. A stunner, 
even. It was evident that she was able to create 
erections with just a smile.

"I'd like other guys to want you so much but it would 
be me that took you home, who slept with you, who 
undressed you, who made love to you. It's an ego 
thing."

Beth nodded. "I know you like that sort of thing. I'm 
not sure I do" she replied.

Allan sighed. "But you're OK with the play acting and 
fantasy stuff."

"Yeah, but that's just play acting. It's not real," she 
said.

"But that's the point, the more real it is, the more 
exciting it would be. Since we've played out these 
fantasies, our love making has been fantastic, don't 
you agree?"

Beth nodded. "Sure, it's been heavenly." She realised 
in her own heart that over the last few months, they'd 
grown even closer, their relationship was even stronger 
than before, not least because of the increase in 
bedroom activities.

"Imagine how much better it could be if you acted out 
the first bit with a real stranger. Imagine how could 
sex could be afterwards. We wouldn't need "E" to get us 
horny, all we'd need is a club and a stranger."

"I'm not so sure" Beth replied, not totally comfortable 
with the idea as such, although great sex was something 
she did enjoy. She'd never felt so close to Allan in 
all the years they'd been together.

"Aw. Come on, dear. Just this once? What do you say? 
Huh?" Allan's persuasive voice and genuine manner gave 
Beth a bit of security. After all, he wasn't asking her 
to sleep with another man, just to flirt and dance and 
things. And she had enjoyed their recent bedroom fun, 
occasionally instigating the role play, much to Allan's 
delight.

"How far do you expect me to go?" she asked, her 
eyebrows raised quizzically.

"Don't know..." he replied, honestly. "...as far as you 
feel comfortable, dear. Tell you what, is your mobile 
fully charged?" Beth nodded. They both had 
international roaming facilities on their cell-phones 
and she'd recharged her battery earlier, just in case 
her family called her.

"I'll text you with some suggestions. After each dance, 
make an excuse to have a drink and pick up the text 
message. Why don't we use the codes we used to use 
before we were married?" 

"I remember" Beth replied. "You used to send me lewd 
messages. You've always been a bit pervy, haven't you?" 
Beth joked.

"I thought that's what you loved about me" Allan 
replied jovially. They smiled at each other and Beth 
drew in a big sigh.

"OK. If it means that much to you" she agreed. She had 
a gut instinct that she might live to regret the 
decision but she loved Allan so much, this was what he 
wanted so badly so, why not? Anyway, maybe she would 
enjoy the experience, she always felt sexy when she 
went out, her clothing adding to her natural beauty and 
attracted lots of attention. She'd always found the 
attention exhilarating, even amusing provided it didn't 
get too heavy and, with their role playing recently, 
maybe she could generate some more ideas for their 
future fantasies.

Allan wanted to jump up and punch the air in delight. 
Instead, he put his arm around Beth's waist and pulled 
her close to him, placing his lips against hers.

"Thank you. You know I love you, don't you?" he said 
between kisses.

"Show me later when you get me home..." Beth replied, 
"...provided you're not too drunk again!"

"Trust me!" he said. Beth gave him another of her 
sideways glances which, in her body language, meant 
"Yeah, right!"

***

The club was heaving with people and they fought to get 
a drink at the bar. Allan opted for a small short with 
tonnes of tonic water. He needed to keep his wits about 
him this evening. Beth was looking really horny, a 
short skirt and a tied T shirt on top of a bikini which 
was Allan's favourite.

They chatted for a little while before they split. He 
would watch her from a safe distance whilst she danced 
on her own. She'd purposely left her wedding ring on, 
so as not to be seen to be fibbing when she came to 
terminate any relationship she'd built with some 
stranger. It didn't take long for a young local lad to 
approach her, he was late teens or early twenties, dark 
haired and olive skinned. He was about 5'11" and a 
little podgy, but clean shaven and smelt clean and 
fresh. 

He offered to buy Beth a drink and she agreed. If she 
was going to lead the guy on, you may as well do it 
properly and save some money in the process, she 
thought to herself. The guy called himself Juan and 
Beth was not about to argue, thinking his real name 
could be very complicated. He was in smart casual 
clothing and when he returned with their drinks, he was 
very attentive, asking Beth lots of questions like did 
she have a boy friend and such.

Beth answered honestly, no she did not have a boy 
friend. That was not a lie. She was economic with the 
facts however, assuming her wedding ring might give 
Juan a few clues. 

Unperturbed, Juan continued to chat Beth up, asking her 
lots of personal questions about her work, hobbies, 
music and so on. Beth felt her mobile vibrate as a text 
message came in and she covertly read the message.

"xxx" it read. That meant to let him have a few small 
kisses.

Beth was not sure about this, but her husband was only 
a few yards away and would easily pummel this Spaniard 
into a pulp if he tried anything. She accepted some 
praise from Juan and gave him a little peck on the 
cheek. His 'chat up' lines were incredibly corny, and 
she winced at his method at times. Still, he was sweet 
in his own sort of way and she was warming to him 
slowly. Her phone vibrated again. 

"*LL" it read. It meant to flash Juan a little bit of 
leg. Beth felt a little nervous but she decided she was 
up for the challenge. What's more, she couldn't wait to 
get Allan into bed. She guessed he'd be so hot and up 
for a good romp. She engaged in conversation with Juan, 
hitching her skirt up subtly to scratch her thigh, 
leaving the flesh exposed. She could see Juan was 
getting hard and he fought to control his vision, 
trying to look genuine and retain eye contact but with 
the distraction of upper thigh being flashed, it was 
difficult to keep concentration. 

Beth's bag vibrated again and she again read the 
message without being seen. 

"iI?" it read. She texted back "I". Juan's dick was not 
little, it was erect and Allan had been querying if her 
charms were working. Allan received the text back, his 
own cock hardening at the thought of this foreigner 
getting aroused by his wife. Allan watched from a safe 
distance, the music from the disco drowning out normal 
conversation unless you were very close to the people 
you were talking to. 

Allan wished he had taken a lip-reading course at some 
point. He was aching to know what was happening. He 
glanced at his own mobile phone. No message alerts yet. 
He returned his gaze to his beautiful wife who was 
flirting quite blatantly with this young local lad. 
Allan could take it no more. He reached for his phone 
and texted Beth with the message "*UU".

Beth felt the phone vibrate but could not view the 
message covertly enough for some time. Allan thought 
she'd not got the message. 

"Shit! What's she up to?" he said to himself as his 
fingers pressed the keys on the keypad. Send. Moments 
later, Beth's phone vibrated again. Allan was becoming 
quite impatient. Shortly after, Juan was interrupted by 
a friend, giving Beth the opportunity to read her 
messages. 

"He wants me to flash a bit of my breasts" she said 
under her breath. Her mind spun. This was getting a 
little out of hand. Flirting was OK, it could even be 
fun. Leading a guy on was very unfair, however. This 
poor guy was thinking he might get laid when all she 
was doing was prick teasing him. She thought about the 
consequences if the guy got heavy or violent. "Don't be 
such a silly cow!" she said to herself beneath her 
breath. 

Allan was just a few feet away and, although he was 
currently out of her sight, she knew he could see her 
and he wouldn't let anything happen to her. 
Reluctantly, she undid a button on her top and turned 
back to face Juan. He tried to restart the conversation 
but with the hitched up skirt and now an extra button 
on the blouse undone, his speech became less coherent. 
Beth almost felt sorry for Juan as he stammered and 
stuttered, trying to be polite but unable to remove his 
eyes from her sexy body.

"Fancy a dance, Juan?" she said, trying to save his 
embarrassment. He nodded, aware that his erection 
protruded through his tight trousers leaving little to 
the imagination. Beth noticed but was more subtle in 
her recognition of his cock, noticing that it was quite 
a big beast. Beth had not had heaps and loads of 
experience of erect penises having only ever had sex 
with Allan. She'd seen and stroked other guys' bulges 
when she was dating prior to meeting her hubby, but 
nothing more. She knew these things came in different 
sizes and she was sure this one fell into 'the above 
average' class, rather like Allan's.

Beth knew that this flirting thing with a total 
stranger was morally wrong because she was deeply in 
love with Allan. But it was the sense of adventure. 
Because she'd never really 'been' with another guy, at 
the back of her mind, Beth had always wondered what it 
might be like. Allan showered her with love and 
affection; that much was true, but it was great to be 
the centre of attention and Beth was enjoying being 
flirtatious. And she knew she was safe, Allan would 
step in and save her if things got awkward. 

The dance track wasn't one of Juan's favourites and 
Allan wasn't that keen on the track either. Beth, 
however, was having a whale of a time, shaking her 
groove thing like a woman possessed. As she danced, her 
luscious body swayed, her ample breasts swinging from 
side to side like a metronome, hypnotising half the 
dance floor as she danced. Allan watched from the 
balcony, his own stiffy pressing against his own tight 
clothing, begging to be liberated. He'd never really 
watched Beth from a distance on the dance floor, they'd 
always danced together. 

She was a great dancer but sexy with it. God, she was 
hot. And, unless he was very much mistaken, she was 
really enjoying herself, judging by the look on her 
face. He wanted so much for the evening to end there 
and then so he could take her home and fuck her. Allan 
wanted to feel her pussy on his erection, her warm wet 
tongue against his, her hot sweaty body writhing 
against his. He wanted to tell her he loved her. 

He wanted to show her his love. He wanted to make love 
to her. He wanted to fill her with his love. He wanted 
to spill his semen into her warm, wet, inviting pussy. 
Allan knew that pretty much most of the guys on the 
dance floor that were ogling his betrothed would have 
given their right arms for an opportunity to do what 
Allan was planning.

Right now, however, all Allan could do was watch. The 
music changed and a slow song began and, just like in 
the UK, the dance floor was flooded with blokes looking 
for a lady to slow dance with. Juan held onto Beth, his 
arms wrapped around her, his nose against hers. He 
spoke to her and Allan tried desperately to read his 
lips. No good, he was as much in the dark as he had 
been all night.

Allan noticed Juan's head move but his back was towards 
Allan and it wasn't until they'd danced around a bit 
that Allan noticed that John was kissing his bride. 
Beth had taken this strangers tongue into her mouth and 
was frenching the guy. Allan was regaining his thoughts 
when he saw Juan's hand slip down Beth's back and cup a 
handful of her arse, his tongue still buried deep in 
Beth's mouth. Beth was not pushing him away. Allan 
wanted her to stop so he reached for his phone. He 
turned around, not wanting to view any more, his mind 
all askew.

Should he text her to stop? He was pained to see her 
like this but, by the same token, he was so aroused by 
it. How far did he really want her to go? Not all the 
way, surely?

"Bollocks" he said to himself. He wanted to stop. He'd 
text her, then he'd go down to the dance floor from the 
balcony and repossess his own wife, take her back to 
the villa and screw her long and hard. 

"Good plan" he thought to himself. 

"Hiya" a voice said in his ear. Allan turned around and 
saw a blond girl looking at him. She looked slightly 
familiar but he couldn't place her. Allan nodded 
politely, turning his attention back to his phone.

"Do you remember me?" she said again. Allan looked at 
her. He went to speak, then froze. He noticed she had a 
large bust and in her hand was a handkerchief.

"You were kind enough to lend me this yesterday" the 
girl continued. "I thought I'd take the opportunity to 
return it to you personally" she said, leaning forward 
to kiss Allan. His worst nightmare was coming true, an 
unwanted distraction. Sure, this girl was pretty and 
had an ample bust but, right now, he had his own world 
to save. 

"No problems" he said, brusquely. He moved away from 
the balcony but the girl followed him.

"As a thank you, I'd like to buy you a drink. If that's 
OK?" she said tentatively.

"Uh? No need. You're very welcome" he said, trying to 
compose his text.

"No. I insist" she said, stubbornly and Allan knew this 
was going to be tough. Beth was strong willed and he 
guessed this blond girl was very much the same. If he'd 
been single and not in love with Beth, he'd have 
whisked the girl off her feet and fucked the arse off 
her all night. But he was married. Happily married. And 
all he wanted was his own wife, Beth.

The girl tugged him by the arm towards a counter on a 
supporting pole had two fresh drinks perched on them.

"I noticed you on the beer last night so I got you one. 
I hope that's OK?" she said. Allan smiled inanely. 
Christ, why couldn't she just leave him alone. He 
rushed the text and hit send, not noticing the signal 
from this part of the club was zero. The text message 
did not send. 

Allan tried not to get into conversation but the blond 
was very persuasive, using her charms and her curves o 
direct the dialogue.

"Where's your other half, then?" she asked. Allan's 
wedding ring may have given him away and he really 
couldn't recall what they'd spoken about last night.

"She's dancing" he said, making towards the balcony to 
look over the edge. The girl held his elbow.

"So as she's deserted you, we've time for a little 
chat, then" she said forcefully. Allan hesitated just 
long enough for the girl to take control.

"Good" she said, leading him to a quieter part of the 
club. "Tell me all about yourself" she commanded. This 
part of the club had leather sofa's and the music was 
such that you could talk without being drowned out. 
Allan was in no mood for small talk, his dearly 
betrothed was in the process of being pawed and poked 
by some dirty little oik and he objected. Hang on a 
minute. 

It had been Allan's idea in the first place, the entire 
fantasy thing had been solely his idea, hadn't it? So 
why was he objecting to Beth being groped by a 
stranger, it had been his own suggestion? He'd 
fantasised about Beth being taken, even fucked by a 
stranger. His own emotions went through the roller 
coaster ride it had earlier. Problem was, he wanted to 
watch and not chat to some big chested blond bimbo.

"Well?" a voice interrupted his train of thought. He 
was brought back to the present, to his busty blond sat 
beside him. She stroked his leg with her hand, almost 
absent mindedly as she spoke. Allan felt very 
uncomfortable and wanted to terminate his conversation 
with this girl. He had to get back to the balcony, he 
needed to ensure Beth was not in imminent danger.

Beth, meanwhile, was unaware of Allan's absence and she 
was still responding to Juan, thinking Allan was 
watching them both. She recalled how Allan had told her 
about the soft swing thing, how couples would swap 
partners and bring them to climax using their fingers 
and tongues, but not full sex. The thought of being 
intimate with a stranger repulsed her but the idea of 
getting someone aroused enough to turn them on was 
somewhat erotic. 

She remembered how it had enhanced their own love 
making and how she was getting aroused herself at the 
moment. She couldn't wait to get Allan in bed and give 
him a ride of his life. Who needs "E"? A wild 
imagination was enough to get her aroused and she could 
feel herself getting wetter between her legs as she 
danced. She desperately needed Allan's rock hard cock 
inside her and she wanted it now. 

She scoured the balcony, looking for Allan's face as 
she danced, unable to see him but quietly confident he 
was nearby. She was feeling really horny now. Where the 
fuck was he, that husband of hers? Maybe he'd gone to 
the gents, she pondered to herself, hoping that the 
only relief he was getting was from his bladder. She 
wanted to relieve him of the tension in his boxer 
shorts. She wanted cock and she wanted it now.

Juan noticed the change in her mood, confusing her 
anxiety with passion. She was obviously exuding an aura 
or something which told Juan she was feeling really 
horny.

"We go now" he told her, leading her by the arm to the 
exit. "We go to your place" he said, allowing her no 
opportunity to refuse. He lead her outside into the 
warm night air, the sudden lack of volume left her ears 
ringing slightly. Still holding her by one arm, Juan 
waved and snapped his fingers in the air until a dark 
Mercedes pulled up at the kerb. Juan ushered Beth into 
the taxi and he asked her villa address. She sat back 
whilst Juan gave the cabbie directions – not unusually, 
the cabbie was not local to the district, but 
frequented this part of town during the tourist season, 
making lots of money from drunk and unexpected 
tourists. Beth quickly tapped a text on her mobile, 
telling Allan to get back to the villa now. She hit 
send. Message sent.

Juan sat back and saw her with her mobile phone.

"What you doing?" he asked, his manner becoming 
confrontational.

"Oh, just checking for messages" Beth replied.

"No messages" Juan said. "Here. I switch off for you" 
he said, taking the phone and switching the unit off 
before handing it back to her.

"Just you and me now" he said, grinning. Beth smiled 
back meekly, scared of this stranger. She was very 
uncomfortable with the situation now. Allan had better 
get back quickly, she thought. 

Allan, meanwhile, was still engaged in inane 
conversation with the blond woman he'd had an accident 
with the previous night. He kept glancing at his 
mobile, then over to the balcony. The girl was getting 
pissed off with his lack of attention.

"Don't you fancy me? Are you gay?" she said at the top 
of her voice. People in the vicinity on the leather 
sofa's all looked up, conversation halting temporarily. 
Allan blushed a little and looked down at his drink 
like a chastised child.

"Look" he began, "It's not that I don't like you, it's 
just that...."

"Oh, forget it" the blond said, standing up quickly and 
knocking Allan's glass over his legs and lap before 
storming off into the crowd. 

"Thanks for returning my hankie" he replied flippantly. 
"Bitch" he thought to himself. Conversation slowly 
returned as Allan tried in vain to mop up some of the 
beer on his jeans. Suddenly, he remembered the urgency 
of Beth and he stood, racing to the balcony and peering 
over. His eyes scanned the dance floor to no avail. 
Where the fuck has she got to? Maybe she's in the 
toilet, he wondered. How could he find out? He could 
text her. It would be better if he phoned her, speak to 
her, to hear her voice. That would be good. He needed 
to hear her voice, to put his mind at rest.

He looked at his phone. It still showed no signal. He 
made his way down to the dance floor, slowly scouring 
the faces and bodies at the venue. The security people 
had noticed his unusual behaviour and were keeping him 
under close surveillance. An overwhelming smell of beer 
emanating from him also alerted their suspicions.

Allan's pulse began to race and his heart sank as he 
failed to locate either Beth or her new buddy. His 
stomach quivered like he had butterflies and he gasped 
in horror as his fears evolved in his mind. She'd gone. 

He wandered over to the ladies toilet and tried to 
approach a lady who was leaving to see if they could 
see his wife in there. The lady avoided being 
approached by some strange bloke reeking of beer 
outside the toilets so Allan tried to enter the Ladies 
toilets. Within a few seconds, the security guys had 
surrounded him.

Allan had tried to explain his predicament, that his 
wife had possibly been abducted and he had to go into 
the ladies toilet to see if she was in there. The 
bouncers were bigger and beefier than Allan and when 
they barred his way, he considered using force but 
thought better of it. The language barrier didn't make 
matters any easier, either.

"Will someone please just tell me if my wife is in 
there?" he screamed at security. They mis-read his body 
language and assumed he was just another drunken Brit 
and the ejected him from the club. His frenzied mind 
was in turmoil as he struggled against the fat and 
muscle that were ejecting him and he probably hurled 
some abuse at them. Allan wished he'd brushed up on his 
Spanish as they had said things to him that he assumed 
was profanity and threatening. 

The word "Police" he understood as he was thrown onto 
the pavement, his mobile phone falling out of his 
pocket onto the side walk. Allan stood up and nursed 
his bruised shoulder and considered going back and 
giving them some mouth. The pain in his shoulder 
suggested he should maybe just behave for the time 
being. He regained his breath then noticed the screen 
on his mobile was light. An inbound message. It was 
from Beth, telling him to get back home as soon as 
possible.

He rang her number, wanting to speak to her. It seemed 
to take ages to connect. Allan was greeted by a 
recorded message in Spanish telling him the phone was 
switched off and to try later. He redialled with the 
same results.

"Bollocks" he shouted to himself, looking around for a 
taxi. 

"Taxi" he shouted. No joy. He ran to the corner of the 
street and looked around at the cross roads. Nothing. 
He looked for a phone box, they always had cab company 
cards in phone booths, he could ring one. No phone 
booths in sight either.

"Fuck it" he cursed. He ran aimlessly, looking for some 
one who might give him a lift. He stood in the middle 
of the road, trying to flag down a passing car. The car 
flashed its full headlight beam at him, temporarily 
blinding him, the driver leaning on the road horn and 
winding down the window, hurling verbal abuse at Allan.

He sank to his knees. What the fuck had he done? Would 
Beth be OK?

"Shit" he said, standing and regaining his breath. He 
saw the bottom of the next cross roads, a car with a 
cab light on top slowing down. He ran as fast as he 
could down to the next crossroads. Please let the cab 
be empty, he pleaded, his hands together as though in 
prayer. "Please, please, please" he uttered to himself 
as he ran. 


Chapter 5
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Juan and Beth had arrived back at the villa and Beth 
was trying to play for time until Allan returned. She'd 
offered Juan a drink, which he'd refused, then she 
excused herself to visit the toilet. Juan had ensured 
she'd left her handbag in the sitting room so she 
couldn't reach her phone. Beth's heart galloped and she 
perspired profusely as the fear wracked her body. Juan 
became impatient and thumped on the bathroom door. Her 
heart jumped into her mouth as he used a coin to unlock 
the bathroom door from the outside. She busied herself 
at the mirror, endeavouring to appear that she was 
preparing herself and doing her hair.

"You come. Now" he ordered and Beth turned around and 
glared at him.

"I'm trying to get myself ready and looking nice for 
you. Is that OK?" she said sarcastically.

"You look fine. Come now" he ordered and took her by 
the arm, leading her by the arm to the bedroom. He 
guessed maybe she was having second thoughts and he 
wasn't going to be prick-teased by some British broad, 
no matter how pretty she was.

Beth knew that she was unable to stall him any further 
and that she'd have to be intimate with the guy. She 
recalled again the soft swing thing and thought if she 
was able to maybe masturbate Juan a little, by then 
Allan would have returned and it would all be fine and 
she'd be saved. But where the fuck was her knight in 
shining armour? It wasn't like this in the Hollywood 
movies.

Her thoughts were interrupted as she felt Juan's arms 
around her slender waist and she felt his lips against 
hers. She was still feeling horny and she so wanted 
Allan to be there right now, for him to get rid of this 
Spanish creep and to take her to bed. She needed cock, 
but she wanted Allan's cock. 

Juan had run his hands down Beth's back and grabbed a 
handful of arse, pulling her towards him. She could 
feel the shape of his erection against her tummy and 
she knew that this guy wanted to go all the way. She'd 
been leading him on all night, of course he wanted to 
fuck and, anyway, Juan thought she wanted him. That's 
how she'd been acting, flashing flesh, kissing, 
allowing him to grope her. 

As if he could read her thoughts, his hands ran down 
her thighs and back up again, lifting her short flimsy 
skirt in the process, noticing that her underwear was, 
in fact, one of her bikinis. He was blissfully unaware 
it was the set that turned Allan on most. In fact, Juan 
was unaware of Allan being in the picture at all. Sure, 
he'd noticed the ring but it was not uncommon for 
ladies to wear rings to ward of foreign predators 
whilst holidaying without their partners.

Beth's panties were little more than a string and as 
Juan moved his hands back towards her buttocks, he was 
greeted with warm soft flesh. He filled both his hands 
with as much buttock as he could, squeezing gently at 
first but then digging his finger nails into her flesh, 
causing her to press her body closer to his to reduce 
the discomfort.

"Oh, yeah baby" he said in his local accent. Beth 
thought that under certain circumstances, it could even 
sound sexy but in this scenario, it just sounded 
sinister. His lips kissed her neck and despite her 
fear, the sensation was not unpleasant. Beth wondered 
how much longer Allan would be, she wanted him to 
continue with the neck kissing. God, she wanted Allan 
so much.

Her buttocks were released temporarily and she felt the 
zip of her skirt being undone, gravity doing the rest, 
pulling the material down to her ankles. Her briefs 
were not elasticated, but tied at the side, something 
that Allan had loved as he could remove her string 
without having to disengage from any intimate cuddling, 
caressing or sucking. Juan was becoming very aroused 
and Beth knew she may need to prolong things until that 
husband of hers showed his face. Jesus, was she going 
to give him a hard time when he did arrive and eject 
this Spanish creep, She'd certainly give Allan a piece 
of her mind, that was for sure. After Allan had fucked 
her, of course! Priorities first!

Beth removed herself from Juan's embrace and knelt in 
front of him, slowly and seductively undoing his 
trousers. She took her time, knowing every second was a 
second nearer Allan coming to her rescue. She tried to 
be as slow as possible but Juan had an urgency about 
him the likes Beth had never seen before in Allan. Juan 
removed his under pants himself, whipping them off 
quicker than a Chippendale dancer might at a hen night, 
revealing the truth about his genitalia. Beth did a 
double take as she saw it for the first time. 

It was big, bigger than Allan's and he was not small, 
by any stretch of the imagination. Allan was seven and 
a half inches, certainly above average, so she'd read 
in Cosmo. But Juan was at least two or three inches 
longer and, to Beth's surprise, it was fatter as well. 
She knew she was not that experienced when it came to 
volume (she'd had lots of sex and thought she'd tried 
every single position imaginable but only with Allan) 
and was taken aback that men's penis' could vary so 
much in size. It was the girth that shocked her most. 
To Beth, it looked like a one eyed monster.

She pulled herself together promptly, so as to try and 
retain the control and she reached for Juan's erection. 
She thought that if she did the soft swing bit, make 
him come with her hand or, if she had to, her mouth, 
she could remain faithful to her husband. Hopefully, 
he'd return and save her before Juan blew his load. She 
pulled at Juan's foreskin and drew her hand slowly and 
delicately over his erection, noticing she was unable 
to close her hand around the girth of his monster sized 
cock. 

Juan was still standing and he closed his eyes, 
throwing his head back in delight as her expert hands 
worked his cock like a pro. Not only was she incredibly 
gorgeous but fucking horny with it. Juan had his own 
agenda and he had several aims, mostly to get this 
horny bitch to make him cum, but also for her to use as 
many parts of her body in the process. He reached a 
hand down and grabbed a handful of her tit, her tied up 
T shirt feeling soft. He moved over and sat on the bed.

"Come. Suck me" he ordered. Beth walked on her knees to 
where he sat, no urgency in her movements, frustrating 
John further.

"Now!" Juan barked at her and she jumped with fright. 
He took the back of her head and guided it towards his 
swollen member, the tip of his cock sopping with his 
own pre-cum. She gulped to herself at the thought of 
some stranger's penis in her sweet innocent mouth. His 
cock approached her mouth like a cruise missile and she 
opened her mouth to accommodate him, keeping her teeth 
away from his flesh, not an easy thing to do with a 
monster cock of this magnitude. 

She felt it enter her mouth, the salty taste of the 
pre-cum against her tongue and her mind wandered again 
to her husband, Allan. She recalled how the first time 
she'd given him a blow job, she'd found the taste 
offensive but, seeing how much he loved her performing 
fellatio, she continued and how she'd not just got used 
to the taste, but how she enjoyed it. It made her wet 
between her legs in anticipation of what was to come. 

She imagined she was giving head to Allan and it made 
the process more palatable, her head bobbing up and 
down on Juan's enormous tool. Beth recalled how she'd 
given Allan head in a car and how they'd ended up 
making love to each other with an audience, a couple of 
doggers watching though the window. She'd initially 
found the act a little scary but they'd fantasised 
about it back in the bedroom for weeks afterwards and 
how their sex had become more pleasurable. 

She remembered how talking about having a stranger, and 
soft swing, had turned Allan on so much, he'd become 
almost insatiable in bed, taking her wherever and 
whenever he could. In her mind, Beth was giving head to 
Allan and she automatically flicked her tongue over the 
penis in just the way Allan loved. Her hand cupped 
Juan's balls like she did to Allan, her little finger 
curled underneath and tickling the piece of skin 
between his scrotum and rectum. 

On more than one occasion, Allan had climaxed in her 
mouth at this and Beth wondered if she could save her 
dignity by doing the same with this foreigner. She 
blocked out Juan's image and focussed on Allan, how she 
would tease him with her tongue, playfully suck on him, 
tickle his testicles, make him squirm. She could feel 
herself getting wetter as her mind played it's own blue 
movie in her mind, images and sensations making her 
tingle all over. 

She closed her eyes to make the images more real, 
shutting out reality in favour of her own fantasy that 
it was her own husband she was pleasing. Her fingers 
caressed Juan's testicles, the rough pubic hair against 
her soft, sweet hand, her fingernails gently adding to 
Juan's delight as his most sensitive areas were 
fondled. Beth barely noticed Juan's tanned hands on her 
breasts again, lost in her own sensations within her 
mind. To Beth, it was Allan who was tweaking her 
nipples, arousing her, turning her on. She wanted to 
fuck so badly.

She felt Juan's erection depart from her mouth and she 
was brought back to reality. For a split second, she 
thought her ordeal was over, but when Juan undid the 
knot in her T shirt and pulled it over her head, she 
knew he was barely beginning. Throwing the T shirt 
across the room, it hit the vertical blinds, making 
them sway, the movement visible from the outside. She 
stood before this stranger, only her bikini protecting 
her dignity. The strapless bra clipped together at the 
front and Juan knew it would take no time at all to 
remove the offending item, liberating Beth's ample 
breasts to the warm summer air.

Allan had eventually found a Taxi who had not exactly 
broken any land speed records to reach the required 
destination. Another tourist happy to be fleeced! Allan 
paid the driver, probably well over the odds, but this 
was an emergency. He handed the driver some Euros and 
in his hurry, had no idea how much he'd parted with. 
He'd looked up and seen the movement against the 
vertical blinds and his heart jumped. 

He darted up the steps, knowing the rear patio doors 
would be open and that would be quicker than trying to 
find his key in this darkness. He raced around the back 
and slid the patio doors open, slipping inside swiftly 
and quietly like a burglar might. He made towards the 
bedroom and peered inside, his eyes wanting to see how 
his wife was bearing up but, in contrast, not wanting 
to see. Allan's mind ran through all the emotions, 
fear, hate, anger, frustration, love, disappointment, 
desperation, disgust, adoration, lust. The list went 
on, not one emotion appropriate, needing to feel a 
combination of them all.

It took a couple of seconds for the image to register 
in his mind. Juan, the Spaniard, was in the process of 
removing Beth's bikini top, revealing her lovely, 
tanned (had she really been bathing topless? Allan 
couldn't remember) tits. His olive skinned hands 
reached for her breasts, the same breasts that had 
given Allan so much pleasure over the last 5 years. 
They were his toys, no one else could play with them. 
Allan's blood began to boil. He could feel his blood 
pressure rising and he formulated a plan which involved 
introducing this foreigners face to his right fist at 
high velocity, followed by an introduction to his 
infamous left hook, then a size 10 boot to his 
genitalia.

Then why the fuck wasn't he moving? "Move, you tosser," 
his mind hissed at him. Yet Allan stood rooted to the 
spot, almost like he was viewing a video byte off one 
of the swinging websites he'd seen. Images of strangers 
fucking some one else's wife in front of the camera 
(and an audience) rattled through his brain, how he'd 
happily viewed these images out of perverted curiosity. 
He'd seen all the video bytes, he didn't need to see 
any more. After all, if you've seen one tit, you've 
seen them both!

Yet this was different. This was not some American 
couple that he'd never seen before and was unlikely to 
ever meet, this was not some staged camera shoot or 
porn flick, this was reality. This was his wife. This 
was Beth. This was Beth with some local teenage yob who 
didn't love her, didn't care for her, he just wanted a 
leg over. Allan had to stop this. Yet he didn't. He 
watched, mesmerised as the stranger lowered his head 
and started to lick his wife's nipples, nibbling them 
with his lips, sucking on them, making her nipples pert 
and erect. Allan wanted it to stop. He wanted it stop 
now. Yet the increasing bulge in his own pants told him 
he wanted it to continue. 

He noticed the Spaniard's technique, how he played with 
her nipples, simultaneously untying the strands that 
held her briefs up. That was Allan's trick. He felt 
remorseful that he'd even suggested to Beth they should 
play act the wife swapping theme, yet he guessed she 
felt it was no different than when they made love. This 
Diego had the same moves as Allan but with one subtle 
difference. Allan had just noticed the size of the 
strangers cock, the erection was massive, certainly 
bigger than his own. Sure, Allan had seen some big 
dicks on the video bytes on the internet but to see 
one, in the flesh as it were, astounded him. Any chance 
of Allan stepping in to stop the action were 
temporarily halted as he watched, open mouthed as Juan 
moved himself closer to Beth. 

"No. I want Allan," she murmured, bringing Allan out of 
his semi trance like state. She was trying to be 
faithful. Beth had been topless in front of strangers 
before, but her pussy had only ever had Allan's eyes on 
them. Sure, previous boy friends had tried to paw at 
her but she'd never acceded to their attempts to de-
flower her. 

Even when she'd had smear tests, they'd been done by a 
female nurse and, certainly since puberty, Allan had 
been the only man to see her most precious of personal 
places, to touch her there, to taste her, to fuck her. 
Beth was on the verge of tears, her panic setting in. 
Where the fuck was her sodding husband? Some bloody 
stupid game this turned out to be. In a few moments, 
her dignity would be totally removed and, with it, 
possibly her innocence. She didn't want Juan seeing her 
there, touching her there, doing anything that Allan 
should be doing.

Beth's pulse raced as her mind buzzed. How could she 
get out of this? It was becoming more and more 
inevitable that Juan would have her naked and then, by 
all accounts, fuck her. She hoped he wouldn't get 
violent or rough, that if she had to do it, then it 
would be as painless as possible. In her mind, she 
whispered a silent prayer that she would be spared, 
preferably with her dignity intact. It was not to be as 
Juan slowly untied the strings at her hips, the 
material that held her briefs in place dangling 
lifeless at her side, the weight of the material 
causing part of the front to fold over, revealing 
Beth's dark and neatly trimmed pubic hair to the 
atmosphere.

Beth gasped, more in shock of being naked with some 
greasy horrible stranger than any thing else. Juan took 
the gasp as a sigh of enjoyment, his lips nibbling the 
side of her neck as he, one-handedly, undid the tie on 
the other side of the briefs.

Allan's pulse was also racing and the roller coaster of 
emotions began all over again. He could see her pussy 
was soaking wet as the briefs revealed her vaginal 
lips, she was so horny and needed fucking. And that was 
Allan's job. It was his responsibility to satisfy his 
wife in bed, not some odd ball with a deformed (it had 
to be deformed – a size that big was unnatural, wasn't 
it?) cock. Allan remained riveted to the spot, his mind 
attempting to process the images before his eyes, to 
make sense of what was happening to his dear lady wife

Before his mind could process any more emotions, he was 
too late. With one swift movement, Juan had lined his 
cock up with her inviting pussy and entered her, slowly 
and deliberately, easing himself into her cunt, 
deflowering her like she was a virgin, not giving her 
further opportunity to decline him.

Beth gasped and Allan was uncertain if it were with 
pain or anger. He was to be disappointed.

"Oh, my God. It's so big!" she uttered. Allan's world 
fell apart again. His wife was enjoying being impaled 
by this monster cock. He couldn't compete with that. 

"No. Stop. I want Allan" she uttered, shortly followed 
by a deep sigh as Juan's cock neared full penetration. 
Beth had accommodated pretty much all of Juan's massive 
tool.

"Deeper" she whispered, not wanting to be unfaithful 
but she'd never had something this big inside her 
before. Allan was well proportioned and they'd even 
experimented with sex toys but nothing of this 
magnitude. It felt divine to Beth as nerve cells she 
never even knew existed were stimulated by this monster 
of a penis. Juan began thrusting into her deeper and 
Beth was going through her own emotional turmoil. This 
horrid little oik was making love to her. No he wasn't 
he was having sex with her. Fucking her. She didn't 
want sex, she wanted love. She wanted Allan. And he was 
late. Where the fuck had he got to? 

She wanted Juan to stop. To remove his cock from her 
pussy. It felt good but she knew it was wrong. She was 
loyal to her husband and, yes, she wanted to be fucked, 
but by her husband. But, right now, being fucked was 
paramount.

Her mind stopped mid thought. She wanted to be fucked. 
She always thought of it as making love. Sex was cheap, 
love was for ever. She and Allan always made love, 
that's what she wanted. Or was it?

"Oh my God" she muttered out loud. She was appalled at 
herself for wanting to be fucked, even if it did feel 
devine. Beth knew her words deceived her own mind but 
they came out in reflex. She breathed deeply and with 
passion. The adrenalin rush had taken over her body 
despite her mind telling her to fight back, to reject 
this oily skinned bastard from her pussy. That was 
Allan's domain. Then she thought, "Too fucking late!" 
Allan could have walked in right now but it was too 
late, the game had gone too far. Juan was fucking her, 
fucking her for real with his mighty meat feast. Beth 
moaned out loud, she tried to stifle it but it just 
came out, a deep sensual moan.

Allan heard her mutterings and was confused. He thought 
she was enjoying having this stranger fuck her brains 
out. He blinked rapidly, forcing back the tears that 
were welling up in his eyes. Little did Allan know that 
Beth was equally as confused, wanting her own husband 
but enjoying being Juan's slut, albeit temporarily.

"I want you, Allan" Beth muttered, again bringing Allan 
back to reality again. What was that? Did he really 
hear that correctly? Juan was carrying on like nothing 
had happened.

Beth was using her own mind to block out the horror of 
this stranger inside her most personal of places. She 
wanted her husband. She wanted Juan to stop, to leave 
her alone, to go and......

She felt Juan withdraw from her and Beth drew a breath 
of relief tinged with disappointment. Had he heard 
Allan return? She knew Juan hadn't cum just yet. So why 
had he stopped?

She felt herself being rolled over to the side of the 
bed and she lay on her tummy facing the window, her 
legs dangling over the edge of the bed. A good position 
to see any car head lights approaching, she thought to 
her self. She tried to regain her breath but was unable 
to do so, feeling the unmistakable sensation of a 
monster penis probing at her labia. Oh, shit, Juan 
hadn't finished. 

Juan entered Beth from behind, catching her unaware and 
she gasped for breath. Again, Allan saw this and mis-
interpreted. Beth felt Juan penetrate her all the way 
until his bollocks slapped against her arse with a 
clap. He began pounding himself into her, the slapping 
noise of his scrotum combined with the noise of their 
mutual wetness echoed around the bedroom, echoed inside 
Allan's ears. This couldn't be happening to him. This 
couldn't be happening to his wife. This had to be a 
dream, a nightmare. He had to wake up in a moment. But 
still the scene in front of him continued, played out 
in front of him like they had play acted the fantasy 
over the last few weeks.

This was like the websites he'd viewed where the wife 
or girl friend was serviced by a porn star or well hung 
stud in front of cameras. But this was real. Juan's 
enormous 11 inch cock was inside his beautiful bride, 
riding her like a cheap £10 slut. Allan wanted to 
scream, cry, shout, vomit, punch, kick...caress, kiss, 
fuck.....watch.

He couldn't believe his own psyche. What was he? Man or 
mouse? He was neither. He was a voyeur. He felt 
disgusted with himself. Watching his own wife, the 
person that meant more to him than anyone else in the 
whole world, being fucked by some strange bloke she'd 
known for a couple of hours. When Beth and Allan had 
met, it had taken a few dates before they became 
intimate. And yet, here was this stranger poking his 
wife with his bare cock, within a couple of hours.

Backtrack a moment. Allan recalled his thoughts for a 
few moments. His bare cock. Shit! This local Gigolo was 
fucking his beautiful wife, bareback. No condom. Not 
only was her pussy being invaded by this alien organ, 
but it was unprotected. What if he had diseases? What 
if her contraception failed? What if....?

He put the thoughts out of his brain. Or he tried to. 
The potential consequences kept replaying over and over 
in his mind like an action replay on Sky Sports, 
reverse angle, behind the goal, the lot! But the 
thought of his lovely wife having unprotected sex 
stirred thoughts in Allan's mind and he noticed his own 
erection was as firm as it had been. This sight before 
him, his own wife was being fucked by a total stranger 
and was taking no precautions. This was certainly not 
soft swing, Allan concluded.

Beth had her eyes closed, the hope of seeing 
approaching headlights out of her thoughts. She was 
focussing on Allan again, pretending she was being 
fucked by Allan. A better endowed Allan, to be fair, 
but nevertheless, Allan. She was finding this easy, the 
amount of fantasising she'd done over recent weeks, 
she'd had sex with half of Hollywood, the premiership 
and Top of the Pops, or so it felt. 

Beth got into character. She figured that if she made 
it better for this creep who was pounding her pussy 
like a man possessed, he might hurry up and finish, 
then piss off home.

"Fuck me" she whispered, seductively. "Fuck me deeper. 
Harder" she ordered. Juan's breathing became deeper and 
she guessed her plan may be working. It seemed Juan 
liked a bit of dirty talk.

"You like?" he asked, his pigeon English adding to the 
atmosphere. Juan was taken in by Beth's excitement, her 
flirtatious attitude earlier and despite Beth's 
reluctance when they got back to the villa, Juan was 
satisfied his prey was not teasing his prick. Sure, 
he'd had to use his powers of persuasion, he often did 
with the British tourists but not this one. This hot 
chick was one horny woman.

"Mmm. Fuck me. Fuck me like you mean it. Fuck me till 
you cum" she whispered, her voice taking on a husky 
sound. Juan upped the ante and thrust back into her at 
a faster rate, the slapping onto her arse becoming 
faster so it sounded like an audience applauding. He 
leaned forward, reaching for her tits. She steadied 
herself, resting on her forearms, permitting Juan 
access to her breasts. He cupped her tits with both 
hands, his hips continuing to pound into her, 
perspiration dripping off his forehead onto the lumbar 
region of her bare back. His passion was building and 
he was close to climax. Beth could sense Juan's state 
of arousal and she bucked back against him.

"I want you to cum in my mouth, big boy" she whispered. 
She didn't really but she was patently aware that this 
stranger was not wearing a condom. Beth figured it was 
better off in her mouth than in her pussy. 

Allan heard this and bit his lip. Beth appeared to be 
enjoying herself. Without him. How could she do such a 
thing? Bollocks! He wondered why he ever got into the 
fantasy with another man idea. It was that dipstick at 
work's fault. He'd brain the little shit when he got 
back to Britain.

Allan had to make a move. And he had to do it now. He 
watched on.

Juan had no intention of withdrawing from Beth and as 
his pending climax approached, she realised this was an 
express train, not stopping at any stations until it 
reaches its terminal. Juan was going to fill Beth's 
pussy. 

"Let me taste you" she urged, almost crying now. "I 
need your cum in my mouth, please".

Juan released her tits and grabbed her hips, thrusting 
as deep into her as he could, he sucked in air to his 
aching lungs twice before holding his breath, his 
climax reached. 

"I'm coming" he said, his fingers digging into her hips 
making Beth unable to move. She felt the unmistakable 
sensation of Juan's monster cock ejaculating inside 
her, pumping, pumping, it seemed endless as he filled 
her pussy with his love juice, his sperm gushing into 
her body, relentlessly. 

His climax began to subside and he began to draw air in 
again, remaining deep inside Beth until every possible 
drop of semen had been deposited inside her. As he 
withdrew, he masturbated himself so any drops of semen 
in his tubes were also left inside her. Juan's cock 
left her pussy lips with a "Plop" sound and Beth 
collapsed face down on the bed, weary, shocked and 
confused. 

She'd never had sex with anyone other than Allan until 
now. She felt cheap, used and dirty. She hated herself. 
She hated Juan. She hated Allan for allowing this to 
happen. How could he, the bastard! She felt remorse. 
She'd been unfaithful to Allan. Yet she'd never stopped 
thinking about him: Never stopped loving him. She'd 
only lead this young lad on to please Allan. 

Yet strangely, she felt satisfied. She hadn't reached 
orgasm herself, yet she felt fulfilled, content and 
pleasantly warm. Her body tingled and she hated herself 
for feeling so aroused and horny. She loved her man, 
not this creep. Yet he'd not been rough with her, he'd 
had sex with her, made her feel OK. Juan's big cock had 
been an experience and she wondered how it would feel 
with her on top of him. Stop it, she chastised herself 
inwardly. You can't do it again. You mustn't. She 
glanced sideways at her new lover who was regaining his 
breath. His penis had lost some of it's stiffness but 
was still bigger than Allan, even when he was fully 
erect. It had felt nice, she said to herself, smiling 
inwardly. 

Allan had watched it all. He couldn't stand it any 
longer. He stepped backwards out of the room and on to 
the patio. He needed a drink and thought about going 
back inside and pulling a cold beer from the fridge. He 
stopped and gazed up at the sky, a clear evening with 
no clouds, a distant crescent moon and a few stars 
greeted him. Any other night, it would have looked so 
romantic, he could have cuddled up to his wife and 
taken in the natural beauty of the world and the 
universe, not needing to speak, just happy in each 
others company, feeling each others heart beats.

But tonight, all he could see was space: Emptiness. His 
world had fallen apart, having forced his fantasies 
onto his lovely, honest, caring, beautiful wife. The 
result is that she'd gone through with his fantasy, 
reluctantly at first, then she'd got into character. 
Within no time at all, she appeared to want this 
stranger to fuck her. He'd heard with his own ears, she 
wanted to taste his cum. She'd tasted Allan's cum 
before, but never begged for it. And seldom had she 
asked to be 'fucked'. He had turned her into a cheap 
tart? It was all his fault. He'd been so happy. They'd 
both been so happy.

"Bollocks" he said out loud. He wanted to scream out 
loud but he didn't have the energy. The emotional 
turmoil had really taken the wind out of his sails. He 
looked at the floor and kicked a piece of gravel into 
the nearby pool. It fell in with a 'plop' sound and 
Allan was transported back to their bedroom where, only 
minutes earlier, a similar sound had emanated from his 
darling wife's pussy, courtesy of some one else's 
prick.

He wondered if the guy had been on steroids or some 
other body enhancing chemicals to enable his cock to be 
so large. Could Beth ever be satisfied with his tiddler 
again? Allan knew he was above average size, but his 
ego had been severely dented at his wife begging to be 
fucked by this monster sized cock.

Allan wondered why he hadn't just stepped in. He 
couldn't answer his own question. He had been appalled 
by the sight, yet strangely curious. Curious to what, 
he wondered? His brain searched unsuccessfully for some 
solution, some rationale behind his apathy. How could 
he be curious if he knew the outcome would be full 
sexual intercourse, ending only in John's own climax 
whilst his penis was still inside Beth? It was 
inevitable, really, he supposed.

He could have stopped it. But somehow, it was different 
than looking at a website, this was real. It was too 
real, however, as it involved his own dear wife.

"His own dear wife". The sentence ricocheted around his 
head. God, how must she be feeling? Allan knew he'd 
really let her down and wondered if she would ever 
forgive him. Could he forgive her for being so...what? 
Tartish? Slutty? Easy? 

He, Allan, had convinced her to do that. He'd sent the 
bloody text messages to her, for Christ's sake. But she 
could have fought back a bit harder, couldn't she. She 
could have said no with more conviction, couldn't she?

"You arse hole" he muttered to himself. He had to go 
back in, to speak with her to apologise. He had to make 
amends. He could forgive (although he may not be able 
to forget) and hoped that Beth could, too.

Allan stepped back through the patio and detoured via 
the kitchen, taking a bottle of cold beer from the 
fridge and taking a large gulp. Allan walked back 
towards the bedroom and heard noises, the bed squeaking 
and two voices. That dodgy little shit was still there, 
Allan concluded. 

He approached the bedroom door, expecting to see the 
Spaniard dressing and preparing to leave. Allan wasn't 
prepared for what he was about to see.

Juan was still naked, sporting a fresh erection. In 
reality, his previous erection had never really ended. 
Juan was laid on their bed facing the ceiling. Nothing 
wrong with that, initially, other than he was 
outstaying his welcome. Allan wanted him to leave. 
Beth, it appeared, had other ideas. She was squatting 
beside his hips and Allan saw her take Juan's enormous 
penis in her hand. Beth stroked Juan's enormous love 
organ, endeavouring to get her entire hand around the 
girth of the monster. She slowly masturbated the 
Spaniard who was laying on his back with his eyes shut, 
a pillow under his greasy black hair. She lowered her 
mouth towards Juan's erection, brushing her hair away 
from the purple head of Juan's throbbing dick, her 
tongue reaching out tentatively at first then, having 
made contact, more greedily. She licked and sucked 
Juan's cock as she wanked him, pulling his foreskin 
back and forth, making his cock rock hard again. Allan 
watched as Beth rolled her tongue around the inside of 
Juan's foreskin b
efore disengaging. Beth started to tease herself with 
Juan's enlarged organ, rubbing it against her sopping 
wet pussy lips before she guided it towards her open 
wet pussy, lowering her self onto him giving out an 
enormous sigh as he entered her.

Allan stood stationery, transfixed as he saw his own 
sweet wife mount this stranger who she'd known for so 
little time and had only just fucked her. Without 
protection! Again!

Allan could not believe his eyes as she took every 
millimetre of Juan's cock into her pussy, writhing 
around on his firmness which went so deep into her, 
Allan wondered if Juan's cock was pressing against her 
lungs. Judging by her breathing, he guessed maybe it 
was! 

Beth moved up and down on Juan's massive and still 
undressed erection, riding him like a cowboy. She 
sported a grin indicating she was enjoying the 
sensations and for a couple of moments, Allan could 
have sworn she wanted to be fucked by this stranger 
with a massive dick. Allan wondered if she had secretly 
yearned to sow the wild oats she never got the chance 
to do before she met and married him. Well, she 
certainly appeared to be making up for lost time, given 
the vigour of her fucking of Juan.

Beth's eyes were closed and she whispered something but 
Allan was unable to make out what she was saying. Juan, 
who had his hands behind his head, moved his hands up 
to Beth's lovely tits which were bouncing gently like 
leaves in an autumn breeze. Beth's eyes remained closed 
but her lips continued to move, as though saying some 
silent chant. Her smile remained as she rode the 
Spaniard's massive cock.

Beth, however, was still in character. In her own mind, 
she was playing out the fantasy with her own husband, 
transposing Allan's name with some one else's. Her 
mind, in order to protect her self from the 
psychological trauma, had set up some sort of barrier, 
shutting out the real character, seeing only Allan, 
believing it was Allan. Only today, instead of being 
Rooney, Clooney or a Looney, it was Juan.

"Mmm" Beth murmured, seductively in the way only Beth 
could. "I want you to fuck me, Juan. Let me ride you, 
let me fuck you. I want you to make me cum, you horny 
fucking stud and I want your cum inside me. Fill my 
pussy. Fuck me. I want you to fuck me!" 

Beth's cheesy grin remained as Allan looked on. To 
Beth, she conjured up the image of this gargantuan 
penis being similar to chocolate and the suggestion 
echoed around her brain. Beth considered that she 
really shouldn't toy with Juan's massive cock but what 
the heck? Naughty but nice! It would be like 
celebrating Christmas and Birthday together? And, deep 
down, that is exactly where she craved this Spaniard's 
humungous cock. Deep down inside her warm, wet aching 
pussy; as deep as it could go.

Allan was pretty tough but his stomach began to churn 
and an overpowering sensation of wanting to vomit hit 
him like a wave. The feeling passed swiftly but the 
image in front of him remained. Allan shut his eyes but 
the image remained like it had been burnt on to his 
retinas. The sound of the bed gently bouncing mingled 
with Beth's gentle murmurings and their breathing 
noises, which were gradually increasing in depth. Still 
Beth continued her whispering and even with his eyes 
shut tight, Allan could still see her lips move, her 
hips jiggle over Juan's hips, her breasts being gently 
caressed by this stranger, her buttocks rippled gently 
as her hips bounced against Juan's podgy hips.

Allan's world was in ruins. His emotions could have 
been twinned with Beirut, such was the damage. Allan 
realised it was all his own doing. He wanted to leave, 
to get as far away from the reality as he could. If he 
couldn't see it, maybe it hadn't happened, he thought. 
But how could he go and leave his dear Bethany behind 
with this young, spotty, olive skinned creep. OK, so he 
had a big dick, was younger and maybe his local accent 
made him more sexy, but Allan could still offer Beth a 
lot.

Could he, though? He wondered if he'd ever be able to 
satisfy Beth again with his penis. Would he want to 
with all that alien semen in her pussy? It might not 
have been so bad if the creep had worn a condom, but 
without it, it all seemed so...dirty: cheap, even.

Allan laughed to himself, although there was no humour 
in it. Just irony.

His ears pricked up. What was that? Beth continued to 
chant.

"...fuck me,.....me, fuck me...nn,.....me, fuck 
me...nn.....inside me" he couldn't quite make out what 
she was saying. He wondered if he should venture 
further into the room but he decided it was best, for 
now, to stay put, watching from the doorway. Neither of 
them had seen him, his presence undetected.

"...n, fuck me...nnn...inside me, fuck me...nn..." she 
went on. Then the reality hit him.

"...Juan, fuck me, come inside me. Juan, fuck me, come 
inside me..." Beth chanted like some strange Pagan 
ritual as the stranger thrust his manhood deep into her 
well lubricated and fully stretched cunt. Although Beth 
was imagining being fucked by Allan, all Allan could 
her was his dearly beloved begging to be fucked by 
Juan, for the little shit to spill his seed inside her 
welcoming cunt. Beth was being true to Allan in her own 
mind. But how could she with Juan's dick in her pussy, 
though? 

A burning sensation started in Allan's eyes, and at 
first he thought he was about to cry but it was the 
increase in blood pressure, the anger making his eyes 
"See red" as it were. His anger was at Beth for 
shagging this bastard. No, his anger was at Juan for 
having got into his wife's knickers in the first place. 
No, his anger was at himself for being such an idiot. 
Fuck it! Who was he angry at? Allan had so many 
questions in his head and so few answers. He wondered 
if he could go 50/50 or maybe phone a friend. One thing 
was for sure, he would get no response it he asked this 
audience, his own wife and the suntanned kid who were 
fucking each other like demented rabbits.

Allan stopped and his mind halted, mid thought. He'd 
sown a few wild oats before he'd met Beth. Was it not 
fair that she should have an opportunity? Allan had 
experienced sex previously before his marriage, Beth 
hadn't. This would level things up. And, judging by her 
actions, she still loved him. In her own mind, she was 
fucking Allan, not Juan. But that's not what it sounded 
like to Allan.

Beth was lost in her own world, still. Her body needed 
that big cock again, just for the experience and she 
needed release and Allan, as far as she knew, was not 
around. She didn't want to be screwed by this 
foreigner, he was just there and she was using him 
every bit as he was using her. And in order for this to 
happen, she was using her imagination, pretence, 
fantasising. After all, that's what Allan had wanted, 
she had evolved under Allan's direction to this cock 
craving slut to fulfil his, not her, fantasies. It had 
been his idea, so living the fantasy must be OK, she 
thought to herself.

She moved herself with more vigour, touching herself, 
stimulating her clitoris, building up to a crescendo, 
wanting physical release, to discharge the pressure, to 
fuck and be fucked, to climax. She bounced up and down 
on Juan's cock, faster and faster, her fingers rubbing 
her clit continuously, her mind still convincing 
herself that she was fucking her own husband. Juan 
moved his body in unison with Beth, rising up as she 
pressed down, maximising the penetration. Beth's 
moaning intensified.

"Juan, fuck me, make me cum. Juan, fuck me, make me 
cum..." she went on, almost spitting the words out as 
her actions sped up. Beth's play acting continued. Juan 
had no idea she was play acting, he believed she really 
wanted his cock, his monster cock. He'd had plenty of 
women before, mostly British tourists and he'd seldom 
had complaints about size. He hadn't stuck around long 
enough to ascertain if he'd pleasured the woman with 
his technique, he hadn't been interested. For all he 
knew, he could well have impregnated dozens of willing 
women, seldom wearing a condom, figuring the British 
girls were clean but always wearing a condom with 
European or American girls. And never before had he had 
a woman as beautiful as this one, or as wild, riding 
his cock like some demented cow girl.

"Give me all your cock. Fuck me, fuck me, big boy. Make 
me cum. Fuck me harder, make...me...cum..." she 
muttered as her climax approached. Her hip movements 
increased with vigour and her breathing rate increased.

"Juan, oh... fuck...me...Oh, shitttttt...I'm... 
cumming" she gasped as she tumbled over into her 
temporary oblivion, her muscles, nerves and everything 
tingling all over, her legs and thighs turning to jelly 
for a few moments as the climax affected every single 
cell in her being. Beth felt the tension of Juan's 
hands on her erect nipples as her climax subsided, his 
tweaking of them was the only stimulation she'd had 
from him, other than almost 11 inches of cock inside 
her pussy.

Beth collapsed, exhausted both physically and mentally, 
drawing in breath with great gulps, her pulse 120 .

Juan was almost ready to release his second load, her 
recent rigorous fucking of him bringing him close to 
cumming. He tried to pull her back on to him but she 
was not responding. Beth had gone into a state of 
temporary unconsciousness, her mind trying to block out 
the memory as a safety measure. Her body was a dead 
weight, as limp as Allan's cock after 3 bottles of 
vodka.

Juan was not about to be beaten by her tiredness and he 
rolled her over on the bed. Beth ended face down, her 
conscious level down to zero. Juan took the opportunity 
to spread her legs and, at first, Allan thought Juan 
was going to do her doggy style again, like he had 
earlier. Instead, he fingered her pussy, making his 
fingers wet with her own juices, then spread them over 
her rectum. Beth was so out of it, she didn't even 
flinch.

"Oh, holy shit!" Allan whispered to himself as Juan 
directed his 11 inch unprotected cock towards her arse 
hole. Beth was totally unconscious and muscles relaxed, 
making Juan's entry relatively easy, even with a cock 
of his magnitude, Allan put his hand to his mouth in 
disbelief as Beth's arse was plundered. Juan was not 
being gentle any more, he had a climax due and he was 
going to get it. Other than Juan's heavy breathing, the 
only other sound Allan could hear was a slurping sound 
of eleven inches of Spanish meat being driven into his 
sweet wife's back side. Allan noticed that he still 
sported his own raging hard on in his beer stained 
jeans and it ached, throbbed for his wife. He wanted to 
fuck his own wife but there was no room at the Inn, it 
was being monopolised by Juan.

"Oh, shit. I cum" the Spaniard said and he swiftly 
removed himself from her bottom, turning Beth over onto 
her back. Allan expected the dirty bastard to come all 
over his wife's tits or maybe, even, over or in her 
mouth. Allan was again disappointed.

Juan rammed his full length cock which, seconds earlier 
had been in Beth's rectum back in to Beth's Vagina 
which, by now, was red raw through abuse. Juan laid on 
top of her and put her legs over his shoulders, using 
one hand to squeeze a tit, his mouth pressed against 
Beth's, his tongue exploring her tongue, teeth and 
tonsils. 

"I like fuck you" Juan said through his laboured breath 
between kisses, his dodgy European accent adding to the 
sleazy-ness. Despite Beth's lack of consciousness, Juan 
still spoke in English.

"I like fuck you. I like cum in you..." he stuttered, 
his body reaching another climax and, again, he spilt 
his seed into her waiting pussy, filling her again.

"I white wash your womb, bitch!" he said as he came, 
his enormous cock pumping itself into her, again 
ensuring every drop of his sperm was left inside this 
beautiful woman. Juan withdrew and Allan could see the 
Spaniard's wet cock pulsating, even from the other side 
of the room. Allan was still awe struck at the size of 
the Spaniard, but thought Juan's final action was a 
little unnecessary. Beth had given the dodgy foreigner 
what he wanted, there was no need for profanity or 
verbal abuse.

Beth lay sleeping on the bed, her vagina leaking Juan's 
white semen onto the bed clothes. Juan repossessed his 
clothes and dressed, not before picking up Beth's 
handbag and emptying the contents, finding her purse 
and helping himself to the paper money.

Allan stood back from the bedroom door, his beer bottle 
now empty, having drained the contents whilst the dirty 
dog was dressing. Juan turned to face Beth, blowing her 
a kiss as he did.

"You not a bad fuck..." he said, giggling as he spoke, 
"...but I've had better." 

Juan didn't remember much after that, the empty Stella 
bottle over the back of the head was enough to make 
Juan loose consciousness. Allan hadn't a clue why he'd 
done that there and then. He now had to dispose of an 
unconscious local lad. He hoped he hadn't done too much 
permanent damage, but wasn't too fussed if he had. 
Allan's emotions had over-spilled and right now, he 
wanted to get even. Juan had left Beth unconscious and 
exchange was no robbery. Luckily, Allan was pretty fit, 
so he dragged the lad out on the patio and across the 
pool area. All the other villa's were in darkness and 
Allan knew he would not be spotted. A large commercial 
rubbish bin was just the job and Allan loaded the 
unconscious lad into the bin, a fireman's lift was all 
that was needed.

***

Back in the villa, Allan cuddled up to his dear sweet 
wife. She slept deeply, physically and emotionally 
shattered. He could smell the sex on her, her own sweet 
aroma mixed with Juan's oily skin and what appeared to 
have been a gallon of cum dribbling out of her pussy 
like treacle off a spoon. Allan had closed the blinds 
and locked the doors, wanting only to go to sleep with 
his wife. God, the scene had been a horny one to watch, 
life shattering, but horny, none the less. Allan 
undressed and climbed on the bed next to his dear 
lovely wife. He kissed her tenderly.

"I love you" he whispered, writing the letters "ILY" on 
her forehead with his index finger as he spoke. Allan 
was still sporting a hard on. 

He cuddled Beth, feeling her naked warmth against his 
own skin, a dark stain on the outside of his briefs 
where the tip of his own cock was leaking pre-cum. He 
gently touched her pussy, noticing how slimy and 
lubricated sperm made the vagina feel. Allan removed 
his boxers, rubbing the juices from Beth's pussy over 
his own cock, feeling the sticky-ness against his own 
firm erection.

Instinct took over and Allan mounted his sleeping wife, 
entering her gently, kissing her brow as his hips 
thrust gently into hers. He could feel little friction 
or resistance, her cunt had been stretched to the 
maximum and the slimy-ness of the cum making Beth's 
vagina feel lubricated to the extreme. Allan had never 
experienced "Sloppy seconds" and had often wondered 
what it might feel like. His curiosity had got the 
better of him and he was now experiencing the sensation 
and, despite the revulsion of the lubricant being 
another person's sperm, Allan was enjoying the 
sensation.

Allan then replayed the vision of Beth fucking that 
monster cock in his own mind and, very soon, his own 
body could take no more stimulation, climaxing inside 
his beautiful wife as he had done so many times before 
but this time, knowing he was not the only one to have 
experienced her special delights or to have ejaculated 
inside her. He may have been the first person ever to 
have fucked her, but he wasn't the first to fuck her 
tonight. Allan just wished she'd been awake, so he 
could hear her beg for his own, more modest erection.

Allan removed himself from Beth, his own dick covered 
in a combination of several people's love juices. His 
imagination was in overdrive and in Allan's mind, he 
thought maybe Beth's pussy had the capacity to hold 
several gallons of spunk. Whatever the capacity was, it 
was probably greater now, what with the stretching it 
had experienced from the gigantic cock she'd had inside 
her. 

He carried his wife to the bathroom and gave her a 
gentle warm shower, hosing her more private areas to 
remove as much evidence of the Spaniard as possible. 
Allan turned the bed sheets over to hide the stains 
before putting her gently into bed. Allan cuddled up to 
his wife with a protective arm over her. From now on, 
nothing would harm her, as long as he had breath in his 
body. Exhaustion soon enveloped Allan and they both 
slept soundly.


Chapter 6
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The sea lapped up to the shore as they sat on the sun 
loungers, the shade of a parasol reducing the heat a 
little. Raybans hid the bags beneath the eyes of both 
of them and the bikini that Allan loved so much was now 
in the bin. Neither of them wanted reminders of the 
experience. 

The lad had not returned and this was hardly 
surprising. Juan had robbed Beth so it was unlikely he 
was going to go to the local police. Beth had only been 
willing because of his persistent manner and she could 
argue he'd raped her. Allan hadn't the inclination to 
rummaging through Juan's pockets to repossess Beth's 
money and just wanted the scum bag out of their villa 
and out of their life.

They were both looking forward to returning home, too. 
A return to normality would be most welcome. Allan 
wondered if the road sign for Snitterfield had been 
replaced yet, the graffiti where someone had tried to 
turn the "n" to an "h" had always made him smile 
whenever he'd visited Stratford Upon Avon. It had been 
like that for years and doubted it would ever be 
changed. He wondered if the sickly chocolate smell 
still wafted over Bourneville from the Cadbury factory 
when the wind was in the wrong direction. Or if there 
was still a load of people dogging on Cannock Chase 
after dark. Somehow, he doubted the rest of the world 
had changed as much as his own. A week may be a long 
time in politics, it was no different in his own life 
or even his own marriage.

Beth and Allan continued the conversation they'd had 
over the previous day or two since their "experience" 
and subsequent altercation. A catalogue of errors, mis-
communication and circumstances had lead to the 
situation. Allan had apologised profusely to Beth and 
she to him. They both pledged their love for each other 
and vowed that, from now on, they'd be happy with each 
other. They didn't need anything or anyone else and 
from now on, fantasies were taboo. Allan had really 
enjoyed the experience but had simultaneously been 
repulsed at a total stranger ravishing his wife. 

Despite what she said and how she acted, Beth had also 
enjoyed parts of the experience. She had never stopped 
loving Allan, nor had she ever stopped imagining she 
was being fucked by Allan. But to have a strange penis 
inside her, one of that length and girth had really 
opened her eyes to life and now she wouldn't have to 
wonder ever again. Fantasies could now be based on 
fact, on history. That is if she was ever up for 
playing the fantasy game again.

The odd niggle would surface occasionally. Allan had 
explained that had remained motionless during the 
experience because he didn't know what to do or how 
Beth would react, which was why he hadn't stepped in 
and stopped the situation escalating. Beth had 
explained that she was so turned on waiting for Allan 
to make love to her, she needed to make love or 
masturbate. She hadn't intended to allow Juan to re-
enter her, just to use his rod to masturbate with until 
Allan had arrived. She had desperately wanted just to 
masturbate but her body betrayed her, one little thrust 
wouldn't hurt. She'd got carried away and not stopped. 
But she was imagining Allan, never stopped pretending 
it was Allan. In their fantasy role plays, she'd 
pretended Allan was some one else but she knew it was 
Allan. This was the reverse. Although, there had been a 
period where she was lost in the moment, forgetting 
about Allan temporarily, enjoying the size of something 
she'd never previously experienced. That had been 
something fantasy could never replace irrespective how 
many sex toys they experimented with. The real thing 
was the real thing, nothing could compare. Allan had 
understood, hurtful though it was.

Both seemed relatively content and despite being very 
sore, she and Allan made love, a reaffirmation of their 
feelings towards each other.

Allan still had one reservation and he desperately 
wanted an answer. Beth wanted to forget about the 
subject, put it behind them but Allan and Beth had a 
common trait, they were both strong willed. Eventually, 
Beth conceded.

"What do you want to say?" she asked, crossing her arms 
defensively. Allan sighed.

"It's just..." he started, beginning to feel quite 
embarrassed, "...he was...you know...a big lad: Bigger 
than me. Was he better than me...you know..."

Beth smiled. 

"Are you feeling inadequate?" she said, smirking. Allan 
nodded, bowing his head like a child who'd been told 
off by his teacher. Beth held his chin with her hand 
and made him look at her.

"I love you, Allan" she said. "Not had any complaints 
with you yet" she smiled. "Apart from leaving the 
toilet seat up, leaving your dirty socks outside the 
laundry basket, your screen saver of Shania Twain and 
another couple of hundred minor misdemeanours" she 
joked. Allan poked her playfully in the ribs. They 
chuckled a little, then a pregnant pause.

"Did it feel...different?" he asked. Beth's smile 
faded.

"How do you mean?" Beth questioned, glancing away from 
him. She was glad the Raybans hid her eye movements, 
she didn't want Allan to see any doubts in her eyes. 
She, herself, was having trouble understanding her own 
emotions, how she could have had sex with someone other 
than her own husband. Beth took a subtle but deep 
breath whilst Allan did his beetroot impression, his 
own embarrassment rising.

"You know" Allan mumbled.

"Yeah. It did feel different" she said, returning her 
gaze at her husband. Allan looked hurt. Beth took his 
hand and smiled at him.

"It didn't feel like you. That was the difference. It 
didn't feel like you because it wasn't you. Do you 
understand?" She raised her shades so he could see her 
eyes, see how genuine she was being.

Allan shook his head. He was totally lost in this 
conversation.

"Allan? Look at me" Beth commanded. Allan slowly raised 
his head and looked into her big brown eyes. He saw 
compassion, love and honesty in them.

"Let me ask you a question? Did you fancy that blond 
woman you spilt your drink over, the one with big..."

"Yeah, I know the one" Allan said, interrupting her. 
"No. I didn't fancy her"

"But she had massive..." Beth put her hands out in 
front of her bosom, her body language endeavouring to 
accentuate the size of the other girl's bust, lowering 
her sun glasses over her eyes again.

"Big isn't necessarily beautiful" Allan said, again 
interrupting her and searching Beth's eyes for some 
understanding, frustrated by his own reflection in her 
shades. Beth smiled "Exactly" she said. "He was big in 
the trouser area but it hurt like hell at times and 
although there were parts that were...shall we say, 
less unpleasant, he was useless in bed. His technique 
was to ram it in and hope for the best. He relied on 
his size to stimulate, he didn't try to turn me on. 
You, Allan, you know how to use it, how to make me 
crave for more. I'd rather you made love to me a 
million times than him make love to me once. I like to 
feel loved. You do that."

Allan's concerned face mellowed a little. He could 
understand the love bit. He could understand the 
painful bit. He could even understand the technique 
bit.

"But you said some of it was less unpleasant..." he 
began, realising he was now being very insecure.

"Trust me" Beth said. "Anyway, guys with smaller dicks 
have to work a bit harder to turn the woman on". Beth 
was sounding like a woman of great experience and Allan 
wondered what he'd turned his delicious and relatively 
innocent wife into. She continued "You have the 
technique. You see, there is some mileage in having 
some experience and I'm glad you have it. If I have to 
live with you for the rest of our lives, I want you to 
satisfy me in bed. After all, I wouldn't go to a 
medical student for an operation, I'd go to an 
experienced surgeon. If I want great sex, I want a man 
who's had a bit of experience. That's another thing I 
love about you" she said, placing her lips against his. 
Allan understood Beth and she now had experience. She'd 
been exposed to a lover of greater proportions and 
although he was an ugly little shit (Allan hadn't 
fancied him!) he was certainly substantial. That 
disturbed Allan yet, simultaneously, it also excited 
him. 

"But..." Allan began. His sentence was cut short by 
Beth's tongue invading his mouth.

"Not another word" she whispered between kisses. "Now, 
take me home and make love to me" she said, continuing 
with her kissing. They stood and held hands, walking 
across the sand towards the villa, the breeze failing 
miserably to reduce the heat they felt on their bodies 
from the hot Mediterranean sun.

"And after you've made love to me..." she said, 
reaching for his buttocks and giving his bum a playful 
squeeze, "I want you to fuck me!" There was a short 
pause.

"And no fantasies this time" Beth added.

Allan knew he would be able to oblige: This time.

But next time, who knows? Would either of them want to 
experiment again? Could fantasies ever be the same 
again? 

Judging by the wry smile on Beth's face and the strange 
feelings of perverse enjoyment within Allan's mind, 
maybe only time would tell.


Chapter 7
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Allan and Beth continued to enjoy their two weeks away. 
Ibiza was always one of their favourite haunts. They 
both worked very hard and so it was only natural that 
they played hard, too and the break was much needed by 
both of them. The warm Mediterranean sun had warmed 
their skin and lifted their spirits and despite the 
continual party environment, the atmosphere between 
Beth and Allan had altered. Allan was having trouble 
putting his finger on it, the change in Beth somewhat 
subtle yet, conversely, definite. 

There had been a shift in attitude that Allan had 
noticed since Beth's involvement with Juan just a few 
days earlier. Beth had always enjoyed the attention 
she'd received, guys hitting on her in almost every 
situation imaginable, something that had happened to 
her since she hit puberty. To that effect, Beth had 
grown almost immune to it, enjoying the attention, her 
ego boosted by the inner knowledge that guys found her 
attractive and sexy. Beth had learned to capitalize on 
the attention, often going out for an entire evening 
and spending nothing more than her cab fare.

Yet despite Beth's experience of warding off the guys, 
beating them off with a shitty stick, her confidence 
had grown. Allan had noticed her over the last few 
days, his wife had experienced another man, a well 
endowed man and had received a mountain of attention. 
At first she had rebelled against it, rejected Juan 
before pretending he were her own wonderful husband. 

But then, things progressed further than she imagined 
and she'd ended up having full sex with this total 
stranger. Despite Beth's loyalty and unrelenting love 
for Allan, she had allowed this stranger to take her, 
to have unprotected sex with her and, if that hadn't 
been bad enough for Allan to witness, she had then 
taken the lead and fucked this stranger again, riding 
him like some porno star and again, without protection.

Allan had discussed the matter with Beth, they both 
knew their relationship had changed, move to another 
plane from which there could be no going back. They 
either had to live with it or cut their losses and 
separate. Both had pledged their undying love to each 
other, and despite their marriage vows, "keeping only 
unto thee as long as you both shall live", there was an 
unwritten agreement that both parties had been wrong, 
Allan for having coerced Beth into having sex out of 
wedlock in the first place, Beth for having agreed and 
then progressing the matter further, taking Juan again 
after he'd had his way with her.

Beth had felt different although she had not admitted 
the fact to Allan, as that might be misconstrued as a 
sign of guilt. Sure, she'd lost control a bit but she 
felt that, in her defence, the opportunity to be fucked 
with an 11 inch cock was something she just couldn't 
let pass her by, she might never get another chance. 
Yet emotionally, Allan was all she needed and all she 
wanted. But the power she'd experienced had really 
opened her eyes. 

Until now, she'd used the power to save her money in 
pubs and clubs, to get pissed on a shoe string as it 
were. But after her recent experience with Juan, it had 
dawned on her that maybe she could have more fun, not 
just prick teasing but taking the guy (or guys – the 
image made Beth smile) beyond, making him want her and 
she, Beth, having the power to make his day or ruin his 
life. 

She absent mindedly rolled her wedding ring up and down 
her ring finger like she was masturbating a man's 
erection, lost in her own world within her mind. Her 
inner sexuality had been awakened and it was addictive, 
she suddenly realized she wanted more than just Allan. 
It had been 4 days since she had been fucked by Juan. 
Conversely, it had also been 4 days since she had 
reciprocated, she had fucked the Spaniard, her mind 
remembering only her role play, lost in the pretence 
and blissfully unaware of how wild she had acted, as 
wild as any evening when she'd had a pep from some "E."

Consequently, Beth had toyed with the boys to an extent 
that had surpised Allan. In fact, even their own love 
making had changed. To the voyeur, there may have been 
no noticeable difference, still as wild and intense, 
their actions hungry and demanding, yet subtly there 
were all sorts of changes. Beth had changed from 
demanding Allan make love to her, instead demanding now 
to be fucked. 

Beth had barely noticed her slow but definite 
evolution, almost like the changing of seasons where 
the weather gradually changes, a degree or so 
difference every few days and, before you know it, 
ground frost becomes sunshine. To Beth, she was still 
in spring, not realizing she was in summer mode and 
that she had changed, had become more confident, taking 
the lead in their sexual encounters, any shyness well 
and truly dissolved. 

This had emanated into her attitude when they had gone 
clubbing, proactively engaging in conversation, taking 
the lead, flirting as though her life depended on it. 
Beth had caught the bug. She had the power, her sexy 
curvaceous body, her confident manner and her come-to-
bed eyes were able to melt even the strongest willed 
hot-blooded male. To that extent, Beth was patently 
aware, she felt more confident, she felt sexy and she 
loved that feeling. She loved the attention, more so 
than before and whereas she might have discouraged the 
guys hitting on her, now she was flaunting her self, 
advertising almost. But why?

Beth had still been unable to work out her motivations. 
OK, it had been Allan's idea for her to flirt, to lead 
the guy on and she had done it solely for Allan, her 
husband. Beth had felt disgusted with herself 
initially, the thought of having gone "all the way" 
with Juan and having been unfaithful to Allan who, by 
her own admission, she still loved dearly. Yet she had 
been so turned on, so aroused partly due to her and 
Allan role playing the swinging scene over the last few 
months. 

It was because of this that she had become so turned 
on, so aroused and so horny that she wanted just to 
have sex, to feel the release of tension that only a 
climax could offer. In Allan's absence, Beth had gone 
into autopilot, so to speak, and Juan's enormous 
erection had been in the right place at the right time. 
Beth had suggested to Allan, very politely, "any port 
in a storm" although, in reality, Beth would have gone 
ape-shit if Allan had done the dirty on her.

Yet because Beth had imagined Juan's cock was Allan's, 
it had taken the edge off the unfaithfulness, made it 
seem OK and, as the idea had been initiated by Allan, 
her part in the whole affair had been minimal. She had 
tried to convince herself, and Allan, that it was all 
OK yet she knew Juan had been really turned on by her. 
Not just her pretty face, her curvaceous body and her 
sexy legs, but her attitude, her sexy dirty talk, her 
wildness between the sheets and general aura of being 
horny. Add to this the adrenalin rush she'd enjoyed 
looking at Juan as he had entered her, his look of 
delight, of satisfaction and total arousal. 

Despite the fact Beth had been mentally in role play 
mode, she still had her wits about her, her powers of 
observation not deserting her. She had witnessed, first 
hand, Juan's excitement at Beth as she had sucked his 
cock, permitted him access to her soaking wet pussy, 
the passion as he had fucked her, their pleasure 
mutual, Juan's eyes melting as his climax built, 
exploding in her pussy, cumming inside her, filling her 
pussy with his alien semen.

Despite being unconscious for his second cumming, she 
had experienced her own climax on his monster sized 
erection, his rough pubic hair stimulating her 
clitoris, her pussy stretched beyond her wildest 
imagination. Beth had found Juan's cock an amazing 
experience, her previously limited sexual encounters 
had never unearthed anything of this magnitude before. 

She and Allan had visited adult websites and had seen 
some images of humungous penis' but she had always 
believed it was nothing more than trick photography. 
How could these things vary in size? She considered her 
female colleagues at work, all with varying bust sizes 
and realized that there could be some variation but 
without surgery, could a guy really be that big? 

Personal experience now told her it could. What a way 
to find out.

Yet cock size was not necessarily her goal, although it 
had been very fulfilling (it had fully filled her 
anyway she thought to herself inwardly), it was more 
the desire of other guys to want her, to physically 
want her. She had come to realize that it had always 
been there, guys had always wanted to screw the pants 
off her but she never realized the extent of this 
desire and now she had experienced it, she wanted more. 
Lots more. It had been fun.

Beth had relived the experience, role playing with 
Allan in such a way that he thought she was making up 
for her infidelity. In reality, Beth was play acting 
how she might arouse other men, how she might develop 
the prick teasing and how she would enjoy having her 
husband later. Her actions had become greater, more 
passionate and Allan had enjoyed the change in Beth yet 
he also feared what he was making her in to. Was he 
making her some sort of slut? Beth was his dear lovely 
wife, how could he make her into some cock-craving 
tart? What sort of shit-bag was he? 

He recalled how he had witnessed Juan entering his wife 
for the very first time, how disgusted he had felt yet 
so aroused. He'd stood stationary, absorbing the image 
before him like he was just a fly on the wall, watching 
some documentary on the TV. It had been an ironic 
realization that he'd felt powerless whilst Beth had 
felt powerful, the balance of power tipping in her 
direction, rather like some distorted political debate. 
Yet Beth had also become powerless as Juan had ravished 
her, her autopilot coming into effect to protect her 
own emotions and guilt.

Allan pondered the consequences. On the plus side, Beth 
had become wilder in bed, more daring and adventurous, 
like constantly having some "E." God, she'd become 
hornier than ever and he'd never had such a great time. 
Allan could safely say that their sex lives had never 
been better and the thoughts of her with some one else 
made him crave her even more. He desperately wanted to 
see Beth flirting, coming on to a guy, teasing him, 
arousing him in the same way she had with Juan. 

On the down side, she was not the same woman he'd 
married, her reservations and innocence lost, blown 
away in the wind. She'd grown closer to her own 
sexu