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Published : 23 March 2022

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Awakening
by Isabella

Story Code: M/F, M/g, MM/g, Voyeurism, Exhibitionism, Underage sex

I'd been married to my wife June for seven years, I thought that I was just about the luckiest man in the world, whenever I got together with my old school friends all they ever did was bitch about their wives and how unhappy they were. The main problems seemed to be that my friend's wives constantly refused their requests for sex, either the frequency of the requests or the kind of sex my friends were requesting from their wives. I never joined in with the wife bashing contests, I was perfectly happy with my sex life, whenever I was ready for sex, all I had to do was mention it to my wife and she was totally happy to entertain me in bed as soon as it was bedtime.

I guess the thing was, I didn't request sex very often, and when I did, I was perfectly happy to do it in our bed, in the dark and all I ever asked for was missionary sex. Our sex usually happened once a month and we were both happy with that frequency, so much so that we usually didn't bother with sex on those calendar days that most people usually aim to have sex on, like birthdays, Saint Valentine's Day, wedding anniversary or Christmas.

Another time that people often pick to have sex on were their holidays and we were about to go on our first foreign holiday since we got married, so we might have sex then, but it was by no means a certainty.

June asked me if I thought she should buy a new dress for our holiday, something lightweight and cool for the hot Spanish evenings. I was more than happy with that idea, I didn't own any shorts other than football shorts so we went into town early on Saturday morning to buy her a dress and me a pair of shorts and a polo shirt. By the time we got to the shops, the shopping list had grown a little, sandals for me, new shoes for her, swimming trunks for me and a one piece swimming costume for her.

We started shopping at nine o'clock going straight to the 'Bargain' department store first, there was no point in spending big if we didn't need to. June started out looking along the racks of last summer's designer dresses that were being sold off cheap this year, I knew full well that it would take my wife an hour just to pick out a dress that she'd be willing to try on so I suggested that I go up to the menswear department on the next floor up while she looked through the thousand dresses on the display racks.

I picked up two pairs of shorts because they were so cheap, I got one polo shirt, five new t-shirts and some real leather sandals, paid for the lot and then returned to the ground floor.

When I walked from the stairs towards the racks of dresses where I'd left June, something was wrong...out of place...my wife wasn't wandering up and down the racks of clothes holding every dress on the racks in front of her body for her to look at in the full length mirrors at their effect against her body.

Something else was out of place, I saw a man leaning against a pillar, he was about fifteen feet away from the woman's changing rooms, there was a sales assistant standing guard over the changing rooms and because it was so hot, she had one of those rotating fans to waft cool air around the area that she had to stand. I noticed that whenever the fan was facing the leftmost changing cubicle, the draught lifted the left edge of the curtain. I couldn't get the same view that the man had because of the pillar but every time the curtain's edge lifted, I saw him smile, I also saw a little way into the changing area.

I had to walk around lines of display racks to get close to the changing rooms, I was going to ask the guard if she'd seen my wife anywhere but as I got close I saw the right hand side of the leftmost cubicle open and June stepped out, she handed the dress and the little flag that indicated one garment had been taken into the cubicle, "I was so sure that this dress was 'IT' but it's too tight under my bust...I don't suppose that you have the next size up...do you?"

"Only what's out on the racks madam."

June spotted me and walked over, "Pity it was too small, that dress was just what I had set my heart on!"

June moved out onto the racks again and as she was starting her search all over again I moved into the spot that the man had been standing, when I arrived and I took the same position, fortunately there was no one in the cubicle getting changed, because every time the fan wafted the curtain I got to see half of the changing room directly and the other half in the reflection of the mirror.

I headed straight to June's side and whispered in her ear, "I think that the guy in the jeans and Ralph Lauren polo shirt over there might have been spying on you while you were undressed in the changing room!"

June gasped in shock and turned to stare at the man that I'd told her was spying on her, he realised that something was wrong and he headed for the street as fast as he could go.

"I didn't realise that you were in that cubicle and I couldn't see what he could see until I was in front of that pillar or I would have killed the bastard!"

June patted my arm, "Don't fret darling, no harm done."

I was really surprised at her reaction, she was usually very conservative...I never asked to see her naked and she was very careful not to expose her body when I was around so I was expecting a stronger reaction to the one I got, in my shocked state, I just said, "Yes, I guess not, at least he was fifteen feet away from you, there was no chance of him being able to touch you with that sales assistant standing guard!"

I got another surprise, June was dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, the shirt was quite tight, so tight that I could see the outline of her bra under it and as I said 'There was no chance of him touching you', I saw a shiver run through her body and her nipples stood out like she was smuggling two large acorns inside her bra.

I could see that June's heart wasn't really in the search for a nice summer dress to wear on our upcoming holiday any more, she walked past thirty dresses, just trailing her hand over the hangers that the dresses were on but never once glancing at the dresses on those hangers.

June stopped in her tracks, she was scanning all around the woman's wear department, it was almost empty apart from the sales staff milling around, she said, "Would you like a coffee darling, I could do with one!"

So, we abandoned shopping in favour of a cup of coffee in the department store's restaurant, I picked the coffees up, June chose the table, she had positioned herself so that she was looking down at the main entrance into the store from Swansgate and I sat with my back to it.

June sipped at her coffee, it was too hot, she blew over the top of it, "Would you really have killed that man if you had realised that it was me that he was spying on darling?"

I gave her a grimace, "You know me darling, I'm no fighter...but I would have been really jolly angry with him!"

June had an absent expression on her face as she said, "I never thought of myself as the sort of woman that a handsome man would have wanted to spy on!"

Fortunately I was sipping at my coffee, that stopped me voicing my first thought, 'Most men will spy on any woman, no matter how bad they looked!'

With the benefit of thinking time, I came up with, "Darling, most men would give their right arm to watch you undressing!"

She smiled into her coffee cup at my comment and then her eyes opened a little wider, "I can't drink this, it's too hot and far too bitter...why don't you sit here and finish your coffee and I'll go and try to find a bigger size in that dress that I loved so much and try it on!"

June was off like a shot, I looked down between the Swansgate entrance and the ladies ware department and...surprise, surprise...I spotted a man wearing jeans and a Ralph Lauren polo shirt heading for the area around the woman's changing rooms.

I watched June walk past a rack of dresses, her eyes seemed fixed on the man in the Ralph Lauren polo shirt, her arm stretched out and she grabbed a dress in passing and I watched her present the dress to the changing room guard, collect her flag to say that she had one garment and even though all of the cubicles were empty and their curtains were open, she made for the leftmost cubicle and entered it through the left hand side of the curtain. She yanked the right hand side closed all the way across, leaving an inch wide gap on the left and as the fan was still running, the gap widened each time the fan pointed in that direction.

I decided that she was right, the coffee was far too bitter to drink so I left both cups un-drunk on the table and walked over to the other side of the pillar that the man was leaning against once again.

Because June had entered the cubicle from the left hand side and she had left the curtain open by an inch, I could see her now, even from my less advantageous position but just for a few seconds when the fan wafted the curtain up, it was like my wife was doing a very slow motion striptease but this time, she took her bra off as well as her t-shirt and jeans. I suddenly lost sight of her because another man had moved into my sightline, he was looking at the bra and knickers section and then he realised what he kept seeing every few seconds. I moved slightly and spotted her right hand was down the front of her knickers, it looked like she was masturbating herself with her right hand as she pawed at her breasts with her left hand, pinching her nipples and twisting them around.

Another woman went to the changing room guard with three dresses over her arm that she wanted to try on, she was given a flag with the number three on it and she walked past June's cubicle just as June's curtain lifted in the breeze again. She was now standing in a white dress. I watched her smooth the front of the dress down and then she stepped out into the sales floor, she called me over and asked me what I thought of the dress.

"I think it could be a little thin...erm, for Britain I mean, I can see your nipples through the top of the dress...but...but it looks really great on you, very sexy, it'll be perfect for a Spanish holiday!"

June moved away from me, she moved a little closer to the second man who had been peeping on her, she stood in front of the full length mirror, her feet planted but her upper body twisting from side to side, causing the bottom hem of the new dress to swish and lift slightly, she looked over her shoulder at me, "I see what you mean, it's almost totally see through...should I try a dress with slightly thicker material?"

I jumped in over quickly with, "No, I think that dress is just perfect...like I say, it might be little too revealing for Wellingborough High Street but it would be perfect in the heat of Southern Spain."

I felt a little guilty at just how turned on I was, watching my wife walking around the sales floor of our local department store dressed in such a revealing garment with two strangers following her every movement.

June patted my cheek, "Try and find the same dress in a size twelve while I change out of this one...it's called the Athenian."

I almost ran around the racks of dresses to find an Athenian dress in size twelve but I managed the task. I walked over to the guard, I pointed to the leftmost cubicle, "My wife's in there, she wanted the same dress but in a bigger size."

I stepped back out of the female only zone and the guard returned to the curtain, I saw a quick flash of my wife standing in just her knickers, I scanned around and saw three men now smiling at the accidental flash of my wife's almost naked body. The new dress was passed through the open curtain, the sales woman took June's flag with the number one on it and handed her a new flag with a number two on it...as the sales woman stepped away from the cubicle, she closed the curtain right over and then turned her fan as well, just to stop it pulling at the left hand side of the curtain.

It took just sixty seconds for June to open the curtain again, she stepped out of the cubicle, "What do you think darling, because it isn't quite so tight across my breasts, it isn't quite so see through...would you prefer that I buy the size twelve to the size ten dress?"

"I think that you should buy both of them darling."

"Both, that's a little extravagant...isn't it?"

I shook my head, "Not at all, if you hadn't found something in here and had to go to the fashion shop, it would have cost at least four or five times the price of each of those dresses...and anyway, you can wear the larger dress here in Wellingborough and keep the smaller one to wear on holidays."

June smiled at me and she returned to the changing cubicle, it took her five minutes but eventually she returned wearing her jeans, t-shirt and bra, she handed the flag to the changing room guard and took the two dresses over the cash desk to pay for them.

I was a little surprised that she was paying for her selection before she'd even looked for a new swimming costume or shoes but she did look a little off kilter, a strange look in her eye, she almost stormed past me, a passing glance and a quick comment, "I need lunch...let's go home!", and then she was off, I almost had to jog to keep up with her.

As we walked out onto Swansgate I was just a pace behind my wife, I saw a middle aged man look at her and smile...I think he looked because her nipples were still standing to attention inside her t-shirt and bra. Usually June would look at her feet if a strange man showed any interest in her in the street, she was far from gregarious but as I closed in on her, she said, "Good morning...lovely day, isn't it?", to him.

He nodded his head and continued on his way. June spoke to at least ten men on our short walk home, all of them strangers, that was more strangers than I'd seen her speak to in the street since we got married.

When we reached home, I was just about to put my shopping bag on the hall floor but June stopped me, "Don't leave them down here, take them up to the spare bedroom so that they'll be ready for us to pack them next week."

I climbed the stairs and dropped my shopping bag on the spare bed, when I left the room, June was already there on the landing, she took my hand and pulled me into our bedroom, she pushed me against the doorframe, made it clear that I wasn't to move. The bedroom door was open, cutting off at least half of my view into our bedroom, then she walked over to her wardrobe, she opened the door to look at her reflection in the mirror on the back of the door, that closed off a little more of our bedroom from my view, standing as I was, with my back pressed hard against the doorframe.

June looked around the edge of her open wardrobe door, she was just checking that I was still where she'd put me. She disappeared behind the open wardrobe door again and then she reappeared a moment later having taken her t-shirt off. It wasn't the first time I'd seen her walking around the house wearing no shirt, her breasts encased in her bra but it was far from a regular occurrence.

June looked at me again and then slipped out of sight behind her wardrobe door again, ten seconds later, I saw her arm, bra in her hand, she leaned towards our bed and dropped her bra on top of her t-shirt, I caught a glimpse of her left breast around the side of her wardrobe door as she leaned into the room...now that was something unusual, I'd never seen her topless in the house in the daylight before.

It took a little longer for her to divest herself of her jeans but once she had, she stepped back into the bedroom wearing just her knickers as she carefully folded her jeans and laid them down on top of her t-shirt and bra...again, she looked over at me to make sure that I was still standing with my back pressed against the doorframe before she slipped back behind the wardrobe door.

June threw her knickers onto our bed and it suddenly dawned on me that June was totally and utterly naked behind that thin wardrobe door, the first time...well, not actually the first time, after all, we did have regular sex together but that was always in the dark, the curtains even had to be closed first, to ensure that there was no external light from the moon or the street lights entering the bedroom.

I could hear rustling from behind the door and suddenly June stepped out wearing her new size ten dress, she walked slowly in my direction, her hips swaying from side to side, causing her dress to swish seductively. I thought that she was walking towards me but she veered off towards the bedroom window at the last minute. She stood in front of the window in full view of anyone in the street below. She opened the windows and then she looked at me again.

I watched as she shuffled her feet apart, then she leaned forwards and placed her palms on the window sill, bending at the waist.

She stood for a moment before looking over at me again, she smiled at me and then she made a gesture with her head for me to join her at the window. I stepped behind her and put my hands on her buttocks...this certainly wasn't our usual approach to sex, definitely a first for us for sure.

June looked over her shoulder and looked down at my hands pressing her new white dress against her buttocks, "Darling, you might leave grubby hand prints on the back of my new dress!"

I flicked the back of her dress over her lower back, exposing her buttocks. She pressed back, rubbing her now bare buttocks against the front of my trousers as she looked up and down into the street.

I started to unfasten my trousers as I played our usual sexual routine through in my head, Foreplay was limited, she would allow me to stroke my fingers over most of her body, down to her kitty but I was never allowed to rub close to her vaginal cleft or put my fingers inside her.

When we got to the actual act, I would mount up, fuck her at a medium pace until I got close to my own orgasm, by that time June would be purring into the foothills of her own orgasm, I would increase speed and she would start breathing heavily and we usually both ended at the same point, just a gentle orgasm for both of us, a kiss, June would put her nighty back on and we would spoon for a few minutes and we would both fall asleep in that embrace, her bottom pressing into my abdomen, my arm over her ribcage.

I was dragged out of my memories as June rubbed her bottom against my trousers, she was already at the purring phase of the build up to her orgasm. I dropped my trousers and underpants to my ankles, bent my knees and leaned forward. My cockhead slipped between her thighs, and I do mean slipped, her lubricating juice was waiting to meet me, at least two inches from her labia, thick viscous liquid, a lot like my own semen, trickling slowly down both of her inner thighs.

Even with the awkwardness of our positions, I slipped into her cunt easily and her breathing changed the instant my cock was in her, I'd say that she was already at her end game and I'd only just got in her. I slipped my hands between her arms and her ribcage, cupping her breasts through her dress, she slapped my hands away, "No one must know...no one must see!"

I pulled my hands back and then I slipped them up inside her dress and cupped her breasts in my hands on the inside of her dress, she was happy with that, I pinched her nipples and she gasped, her orgasm lifted by another level, much higher than I'd ever known her to reach before. She was gasping for breath and her legs were giving way under her as I fucked her. I think I climaxed four times faster than I'd ever done in my life before but it was okay because June was already at screaming point and people out in the street were starting to look around to see where the noise was coming from and what it was all about.

June felt me spurting into her, she gasped a whispered, "Are you finished?"

"I am thank you darling!"

June pulled away from me quickly, twisted away from the window and stood with her back against the wall, out of sight from the street, at the side of the window, gasping for breath. One of our neighbours looked up at the window just as I was pulling my trousers into place, he shouted up, "Hi Paul, did you hear that strange noise...sounded like someone was being killed out here in the street...did you see anything from up there?"

I shook my head, "No, I thought I heard something but when I got to the window, I couldn't see anything!"

I looked at June but she was already gone. I chased after her, she was acting far too strangely for me to trust her out of my sight.

I found June in the kitchen peeling potatoes, she smiled over at me and said, "You're home early darling, did football finish early today?"

I shook my head, "No, I didn't get picked for the team this week, we went shopping instead!"

She gave me a disbelieving look so I said, "You bought the dress you're wearing while we were out shopping!"

She looked down, then she looked shocked, "I don't remember anything...what's going on?"

"Don't you remember having sex a few minutes ago darling?"

Her head moved so fast that she was in danger of snapping her neck, as she looked from me to the kitchen window, looked at how light it was outside, "We never did...we never had sex at this...well, in the day...it's too light to have sex, you would have seen something!"

I was a little stunned at her confusion, she seemed to be on the edge of panic so I said, "You're okay darling, you were wearing your new dress, I didn't see anything...no one saw anything!"

Her eyes glazed over for a moment as she whispered, "No one must ever know...no one must ever see!"

We ate lunch and as June cleared the dishes, she said, "Do I still need a one piece swimming costume..." I nodded my head, "...I need to go to the shops again then."

June was heading for the front door when I stopped her, "Darling, you can't go into town dressed like that."

She looked down at her dress, naturally, as she looked down, her body bent forward and the lower half of her dress fell away from her body so she saw the dark pink rings of her areola through the tight top section of the dress but she didn't see the lower area, "It doesn't look too bad!"

I moved in behind her and pulled her dress backwards so that the front of her dress touched her lower body, she gasped when she saw the dark diamond of pubic hair that reached almost up to her bellybutton. She gasped, "I'm going to have to put some knickers on!"

June ran up to our bedroom and returned wearing her knickers, I pushed her dress against her stomach again, the diamond of hair had turned into a very clear pyramid of hair reaching up from the waistband of her knickers to her belly button. June looked down again, I think I'm going to need a little help with my...erm...topiary, I was going to go to the beauticians and have a bikini wax for when I go to the beach on holiday...I can't have all of that waxed as well!"

I jumped in quickly with, "I could always knock most of the trees down with my hair clippers and wet shave the stubble, all you'd have to do is tell me how far down to go...you know, will you be wearing full knickers or bikini brief knickers on holiday?"

June solved the immediate problem with a pair of American tan tights over her knickers that covered up to her navel, it didn't totally solve the problem, if I pulled her dress in tight, you could still see the ghost of the hair pyramid above her white knickers.

We walked along Irthlingborough Road, just before Mill Road roundabout, we crossed the bridge over the River Ise, June stopped and looked over the parapet, "I used to have to walk past here to school every day, my mother told me that I must never go down to the riverside because it was too dangerous and there were a lot of strange men around those trees over there...mind you, the bridge is new, the old bridge was just a small humped back bridge that made people's cars jump in the air when they drove over it."

I was pulled down to the path at the side of the river, June was mumbling, "I'll be safe here with you Paul darling!", over and over again.

When we reached the trees, what looked like a solid wall of undergrowth from a distance had flaws in it that became apparent as we got closer. June pulled me down what looked like a well trodden path into the small wooded area, she whispered, "Lots of strange men used to walk in here when I was a little girl!", and as if to punctuate her whispered message, I saw a man twenty feet ahead of us looking towards the little estate that we lived on.

I realised instantly from the movement of his right shoulder that he was masturbating. June walked up to him without his hearing her approach, she passed him and then stopped, she was just staring at his hand as it rubbed up and down the length of his cock shaft. I saw his body stiffen slightly when he realised that he wasn't alone, then when he saw June and the way that she was looking at his cock as he wanked himself off, he relaxed, he turned to face her, still wanking and he said, "Have you come for a little fun darling?"

June looked nervously in my direction, he followed her eyes and then he spotted me, I think the look on my face cooled his ardour because he quickly housed his trouser snake and ran away from me and towards our small housing estate and as he ran, another man was flushed out of the bushes ahead of him, the man that June had been looking at had been looking at the second man that June and I couldn't see, it looked like the two of them were about to join up and they were just masturbating for each other to prove that they both had similar reasons for being there.

June turned to me and wrapped her left arm around my neck, her right hand started to rub my cock through my trousers, she was struggling to get my fly open, I wasn't at all surprised that she found it difficult, she had never tried to take my cock out of my trousers before in our lives together, that job was always left up to me.

June kissed me and I realised that she had been successful in getting my cock out of my trousers and now she was giving me a rather expert wank. I caught her hand in mine to stop her, pulled my lips off of hers, "Darling, I don't need this, we had sex just over an hour ago...I don't need another climax so soon."

June whispered, "Let me do it please, I'm good at doing it honestly, I won't tell anyone what we're doing and no one will see us!"

June seemed desperate to give me hand relief which surprised me as she had never touched my cock with her hand before, she was definitely only interested in receiving my sexual attention in the conventional way in the past and took no active part in the act normally, even though she really loved me fucking her...just so long as I kept the act to our regular pattern.

I was struggling to hold her hand still while she was fighting me to rub my cock, I said a sharp, "June!", her eyes blinked, she stepped away, looked down at her hand in mine, now it looked like I was trying to put her hand on my cock and she was trying to resist me.

"Paul, what the hell are you doing?"

"I'm just trying to stop you masturbating me...you're going a little crazy today!"

June stomped off muttering that all men were the same, she stopped at the river path with her arms folded tightly across her chest. I closed my stable door and joined her on the path, we returned to Irthlingborough Road and continued on to the Swansgate shopping centre.

As I'd made all of my purchases in the morning, June suggested that I sit on a seat in the footwear section and looked after her new shoes while she looked her new swimming costume. I saw her rummaging through all of the one piece costumes, holding them up against her body to get a feeling of what she would look like in each one, the store had a standing rule that no one could try on swimming costumes or underwear so it would be a bit of hit or miss on the size and fit of the costumes.

A man was talking to her as she was holding a green strapless costume against her dress, he had a scarlet bikini set in his hand, after a short conversation, June took the bikini off of him, replaced the green costume on the shelf and she returned to my side.

June sat next to me and she picked up the shoes that she'd chosen earlier, she held them against the bikini and nodded her head, "These shoes work just as well with my new white dress and the scarlet bikini."

"Erm...darling, you hate bikinis, you not only hate them for yourself but you hate seeing other women wearing then too!"

"That man over there told me that I'd look stunning in the red bikini..." she giggled, "...he told me that if I went to the restaurant with him for a coffee and a chat, he would even buy the bikini for me...that was until I told him that you were my husband and you might not like me going off with him to the restaurant, he changed his mind after that..." she giggled again and gestured with her head towards the payment desk.

We walked back over the bridge and I asked her, "When you were young, did you ever walk down the river path to get home from school?"

June looked shocked, "We were never allowed down by the river, it's very dangerous down there, not just the river...the strange men that play in the woods were very dangerous too...no, we never walked by the river...never...ever!"

About half way from the river to our little estate, June started complaining about how hot her tights were making her feel, "You know...that offer you made to...you know...defoliate me...it's going to be a lot hotter than this in Punta Mala and I'm really uncomfortable..." she gestured to her lower abdomen and whispered, "...down there, already!"

When we got home, as soon as we walked through the front door, she said, "Will you shave me before dinner please darling?"

I nodded my head, "Why don't you make us both a nice cup of coffee while I get everything sorted out up in the bathroom?"

As June went into the kitchen she said, it'll be more comfortable if you do it in the bedroom darling!"

I moved June's clothes off of our bed and covered it in a bath sheet for her to sit on, I filled a bowl with warm water and gathered all of my shaving stuff together, including a new disposable razor.

June put our coffees down on her dressing table and she said, "How are we going to do this?"

She looked totally with it, not like earlier when she encouraged me to screw her in front of the bedroom window so I guessed that she was back to being in control of herself, back to her usual shy nature so I said, "Why don't you change your knickers and put your new bikini bottoms on, I could use them as a guide as to how far I should shave down to."

June just stood there looking at me with her new bikini in her hand so I left her and went back to the bathroom for a minute, when I returned, I could see the bright red of her bikini under her dress, she had removed her tights and her big knickers while I was out of the room.

I knelt on the floor in front of her and I lifted the front of her dress, I turned my hair trimmers so that the clippers were pointing into her abdomen and I started out at the top of her bikini knickers and trimmed the long hairs upward, just an inch but I followed the line of the bikini knickers carefully and then turned the clippers into the proper alignment and shaved off all the way up to her belly button.

"Do you think I've trimmed back enough darling...shall I just wet shave the stubble off from there?"

She looked down and rubbed her fingers over the freshly exposed skin, she looked down her body and said, "I can still see hairs." and then the tips of her fingers slipped down the front of her bikini knickers, she shook her head, "I think you need to go lower...just a little bit lower."

I repositioned myself and looked down her body, I realised that her prominent hip bones held the front of her bikini bottoms away from her abdomen giving a narrow view down to her pussy.

She hooked her thumbs over the waistband of her bikini bottoms and pushed them down a half an inch. I turned the clippers again and shaved down to the fresh position covered by her bikini bottoms, by the time that I got in a line below her belly button, I noticed that a stepped line was forming, she was slowly pushing her bikini bottoms lower as I trimmed along, she whispered, "You mustn't tell my mum or dad that I've let you shave me down there Paul...promise me that you won't tell anyone!"

"I'd never tell anyone about our private life June, you know that!"

By the time I reached the other side of her bush, she'd pushed her bikini bottoms so far down that I could see the cleft at the start of her vaginal opening, the previous limit to my access during foreplay.

"Are you sure that you want me to shave down that far darling?"

She shook her head and gave a little giggle, then she shocked me a little more by lifting her feet off of the floor and she hooked her heels over the edge of the bed, pushed down, lifting her bottom off of the towel and she pushed her bikini bottoms down past her ankles and kicked them onto the bedroom floor.

I'd imagined that once her knickers were out of the way that she would lower her legs again but she didn't so I started clipping again, I cut a clean line level with the cleft at the entrance to her vagina.

"Shall I stop here darling?"

She pushed her shoulders up off of the bed and looked down her body, she rubbed her fingertip over the stubble area, then she rubbed down between her legs, she said, "No, keep going, get rid of all of the hair!", then she parted her feet even wider. I'd never seen a sight like it outside of pictures on the internet. As the buzz of the clippers rubbed around her vagina, she started to have a series of mini orgasms.

I trimmed all the way to her bum hole, I even had to stretch her labia to catch all of the little hairs that were growing inside the folds of her vaginal opening...this was no fumble in the dark under the sheets during foreplay, her vagina was wide open and she wasn't stopping me touching wherever I wanted to touch and every touch caused gasps of pleasure from her.

I called a break as soon as every hair down there had been trimmed down to stubble and while June drank her coffee, I took the towel down to the back garden and shook all of the long curly hairs off of it.

I covered the bed again and June got back into exactly the same position as she was in before the break, her bottom right on the edge of the bed and her heels either side of her bum.

It took a while to wet shave all of the stubble off of her pussy area and after I'd finished drying her off, I asked her how it felt. She rubbed her fingers all over her pussy, "Gosh, this feels exactly how I felt twenty years ago darling. She reached away from her pussy and grabbed a hand full of my hair, she pulled my face against her pussy, humping her fanny up into my face, "Does that feel nice Paul?"

I let my tongue lap over her magic button and she rocketed instantly into a massive orgasm...there was a little frenetic activity as I licked all over her cunt, licking deep into her inner folds and as I worked my mouth against her cunt, she was dragging my lower body around until my knees were either side of her head, she pulled my trousers open and started sucking my cock.

I'd never asked a girl to suck my cock in my life and June had never offered to do it for me before...well, I guess that she didn't offer now, she just did it...mind you, if she had offered to suck my cock, I would have jumped at it. We both enjoyed a mutual orgasm at each other's mouths, for me, I ended up with a wet face from June's lubricating juice, for her, she had a little bitter liquid to swallow.

She wriggled out from under me, sat upright, she looked down at her now denuded pussy mound and her face took on an uncomfortable expression as she said, "Paul darling...I think you got a little carried away with your razor dear."

"You told me to keep going...to get rid of every hair!"

She rubbed her fingers over her pussy, I could see that she had changed again, she was turning slightly away from me, her legs no longer wide open showing me a view deep into her body, she mumbled, "It feels very nice though...reminds me of a long time ago."

There was a ping from June's mobile phone, I looked at the screen, it just said 'Microgynon', I said, "Does that mean that it's time to take your contraceptive pill darling?"

She nodded her head, rolled to her side and stepped off of the bed, she walked over to her dressing table totally naked, she looked over her shoulder and gave me an awkward smile because I was watching her every move, she looked down at her own bottom before looking in the drawer for her box of birth control pills. She opened the box and popped a pill out of the blister pack, swallowing the pill without water...I could never do that with a pill but then, I doubt if I could have sucked a cock the way that she had just done either.

"Just a minute darling, that box isn't your usual pill is it?"

She looked at the box, it had blue patterning and red writing where her usual box had green patterning and black writing.

"No, it isn't my usual pill, the pharmacy has had supply problems with their Microgynon pills so my doctor told them to give me these for a month, I'll have to go back in three weeks time to see if they've managed to get my usual pills back in."

I looked at the box, 'Cilique' 250/35. I googled both sets of pills, Junes usual pills were thirty microgram tablets, her new ones had thirty-five micrograms, so almost twenty percent more active ingredient than her usual pill. I checked into the contra indications, I found mention on the forums of women changing from the lower dose of the Microgynon to the slightly stronger Cilique becoming more sexually active, some said that they were looking for sex a lot more often, some up to several times a day. Others said that until they got used to the new pill they found it difficult to concentrate and others mentioned vivid daydreams or disturbed sleep because of erotic dreams.

Well, now I had a good idea why my wife's character seemed to have changed so dramatically almost overnight...she had been taking a pill for a week that had reports of personality changes...albeit temporary changes.

June popped her pill packet back in the drawer and she walked to the bathroom, still totally naked, I followed her with her dress in one hand and her knickers in the other. When I reached the bathroom door, I was surprised to find it wide open as she sat on the toilet taking a piss, "Erm...shall I pop these on the side of the bath for you darling..." She looked up at me standing there watching her use the toilet for the first time ever, she shook her head, "...I thought that you might want to get dressed, it's time for dinner."

"Take them down for me please, it's so warm today, I'll get dressed in a few minutes."

I left the living room door open and picked a seat that gave me a great view of the stairs so that I could watch June walking down, I still wasn't certain that she would still be naked...she had a fine cotton dressing gown hanging on the back of the bathroom door that she would put on over her nighty if anyone came to the front door when we were in bed, if she wore that it would still be very cool.

June walked slowly down the stairs, still totally naked, she was about to enter the kitchen from the hallway but she stopped when I called out, "Do you want a hand cooking dinner darling?"

June gave me a confused look, I think it was because I wasn't sitting in my favourite chair, she shook her head, "I forgot to take the chicken out of the freezer this morning and it's too late now, we'll have to go out or get a take away for dinner."

We had another coffee, June sat in the living room in the nude as she drank her coffee but her legs were tightly crossed so that I saw very little of her lower body but she was usually the same about her tits, she didn't mind me seeing her in her bra but she wouldn't usually sit around in the daylight without her bra on.

At seven o'clock she asked me if I'd like to go to the pub for a pub meal, I nodded my head in agreement and she pulled her dress on over her head but she left her knickers on the arm of her chair.

We walked past three pubs that sold reasonable food and went to one on the west side of town...not exactly the wrong side of the tracks, just the older part of town.

We had our drinks and ordered our food, it was one of those places that had a little disk recessed into the top of the table with a number on it. You just went to the bar, ordered and paid for the meal and told them the table number to deliver the food to once it was cooked.

While we waited for our food to arrive, June said, "You know when you first started courting girls...did you ever have sex with them outdoors?"

I smiled at the question, this was a definite new direction for June, in the past, she never even wanted to know that I'd had girlfriends before her and all of a sudden she was asking if I had sex outdoors with any of them.

"Well darling, needs must when the Devil drives!"

"Is that a yes?"

I grinned and nodded my head.

"Where did you go to do them?"

Ahhh, that explains why we're in a pub on the west side of town, the side of town where I grew up, the rougher area of Wellingborough, jumped into my head.

"It depended on who was about I guess and who I was with...I sometimes did it in the church yard, the back of the old garages...behind the toilets block on the park. It wasn't an everyday occurrence, I probably only had sex a dozen times before I met you!"

"Where are the old garages?"

"Well, they're not there anymore, they built Severn Close on the plot of land that the garages had been on."

"Is that plot of waste ground still there between the new houses and Niort Way?"

"I think so, there's a footpath from Medway Drive and Wentworth Avenue that goes under Niort Way, out to Hardwick Road."

I saw a twinkle in June's eye as the waiter brought our food over to us.

We ate mainly in silence, I noticed several men ogling at June because of the way that she was dressed, after we'd finished eating, we spent a few more minutes finishing our drinks off before leaving the pub, just as twilight was starting. June started walking towards the west, "Erm, June darling, we live in the other direction!"

She linked her arm in mine, "I just wanted to see if the waste ground is still there before we go home."

It was quite a walk to the small plot of scrub land, the big trees had all gone, just a few low bushes between the two footpaths, forming an arrowhead pointing to the bridge under Niort Way. June slowed down as we closed in on the bridge, "Did you ever screw any of your old girlfriends here, under the bridge darling?"

I chuckled, "It would have been difficult darling, the bridge wasn't here back then, Niort Way was built just before we got married."

June was stroking the stark concrete abutment holding the bridge up, "Do you think anyone has ever been fucked against this wall Paul?"

"Well, possibly not there, look, you can be seen from some of the houses on Severn Close!"

June looked to the east and she shuffled further under the bridge until she couldn't see the houses anymore, "How about here then?"

"Well, I'm sure that it would be possible for people to have sex there but perhaps no one has yet."

"Come on, do me here...right now!"

June parted her legs, just the way she had done this morning in front of the bedroom window, she was still looking to the east as she bent over, pressing her hands against the wall for support, "You look towards Hardwick Road, tell me if anyone comes from that direction...no one must see us!"

Well, gift horse and all that, I just unzipped my trousers, lifted the back of her dress and started fucking her again. She was at an instant orgasmic high, she'd jumped from zero to an orgasm that was twice as powerful as her usual orgasm with me at home in bed, in a flash.

I was close to my orgasm when I saw headlights from a car driving down Hardwick Road towards us, "There's a car coming."

"Are you close?"

"I was but seeing the car's headlights has cooled me down a lot!"

June bucked her bum back at me, dislodging my cock from her cunt and she started walking towards Hardwick Road. It was a good thing that June bucked me off of her back because the car didn't turn onto Niort Way, it turned right and pulled off the road onto the start of the footpath, its headlights illuminating under the bridge, the driver and his passenger would have seen us for sure if we had still been fucking.

We walked past the car and out onto Niort Way, walking to Sywell Road. The driver and his passenger were snogging up a storm by the time we passed them. As we walked at the side of Niort Way, I asked June if she'd had sex very often outside before she met me, she pulled me into her side and whispered, "I'm not supposed to tell anyone, I promised but..." June nodded her head, her whisper even more quiet, "...a few times but...shhhhhhh!"

It was ten thirty by the time we got home, I offered her a coffee but I was pulled up to our bedroom, June opened our bedroom door but didn't put the lights on, she didn't close the curtains either, she just pulled her dress off and dropped onto the bed on her back. I pulled my shirt off, by the time I could see her again, she was masturbating herself and rolling around on the bed having an orgasm on the same scale as she would have reached usually by the time that I was ready for my own orgasm.

I almost ripped my trousers and underpants off...June wanted me to fuck her but it was a bit of a fight to get my cock into her with her cunt full of her own fingers. As soon as my cock was in her, the power of her orgasm doubled almost to the same point as fucking her outside had taken her.

That seemed to be the pattern of our life for the next week, June wanted sex in the mornings before work, she wanted me to fuck her as soon as I got home from work, then we'd often taken a walk out in the countryside, in the early evening, to fuck alfresco and we had sex again before we went to sleep, June insisted on an hour long fuck at bedtime.

Even though June wasn't a single gram overweight, we fucked so much in the seven days up to our holiday that June lost almost a kilo in weight from the extra exercise and the fact that she was hardly eating anything, she would much rather fuck than eat.

The flight to Southern Spain was uneventful, June wondered openly what it would be like to join the five mile high club on a crowded 'Boeing 737 Max' with almost two hundred passengers onboard.

She kissed my cheek and whispered, "I'm soaking wet...how long will it take to get from the airport to our hotel?"

"The schedule said that it should take an hour to get from the airport to the hotel!"

June seemed very disappointed by that information, "Are you sure that we can't join the five mile high club right now?"

I shook my head, "You can see for yourself, the area around the toilet is never empty."

On the bus transfer from the airport to the hotels, the travel rep was using the microphone to make important announcements for the general area, things like the beach safety, the fact that there was a beach to the south of our area but that it wasn't safe and the life guards from the hotels didn't cover down that far, there was an afterthought to the announcement, a derelict hotel on the south beach had been declared extremely unstable and the rep asked all holidaymakers to keep as far away from the old building as possible, saying that it could collapse at any moment.

June almost ran from the transfer bus into the hotel to get our room keys ahead of the other fifty holidaymakers on the bus, leaving me to bring both of our cases off of the bus. I think June was about the sixth person at the reception desk but she had finished booking us in by the time I reached the hotel foyer, as there was a queue at the lifts, I was forced to lug our cases up three flights of stairs because June didn't want to wait for the lifts.

We'd been assigned room three-six-four for our holiday, June unlocked the door and stepped into the room, the curtains were closed against the afternoon sun, June opened the curtains as well as the huge patio door but she didn't step out onto the balcony to look at the view. She was pulling her dress off over her head as she walked in my direction, all she had worn for the flight was a pale blue dress and knickers and nothing else. June stripped me and pushed me on the bed, she did me girl on top and because the balcony door was wide open, June was on her orgasmic climb the instant my cock was in her. As we fucked, we heard the couple from room three-six-two let themselves into their room.

June rolled onto her back and pulled me on top of her as our neighbours went out onto their balcony to look at the view, from my position on the bed, I could actually see our neighbours out on their balcony, the woman said, "Did you ever fuck anyone in this room last time we were here?"

I watched as he looked around, he said, "No, I don't think so, you had that tall blond German guy in that room!"

June was biting at my collar bone to silence her orgasm a little because our neighbours were so close to our open balcony door.

He was pointing almost directly at me but I hoped that he couldn't actually see us because our lights were all off, the woman said, "He was Kelvin, had a cock like a horse, I think when I was in there fucking Kelvin, you were in the room below with that bank manager's wife from Middlesbrough!"

I saw the man smile, "You got the better swap that night...I definitely drew the short straw!"

The woman said, "Shall we go down to the beach bar for a drink and to see if we recognise anyone from last year before we unpack?"

As I fucked June, I followed our neighbours with my ears as they walked through their apartment and out onto the passageway back to the lifts. June stopped biting my neck and set her orgasm free, she was baying at the moon as I climaxed into her, she was so loud that I was sure that people on the beach in front of the hotel could have heard her.

We didn't even unpack after our fuck, we just lay, cuddling and kissing each other on the bed. June's phone alarm broke our cuddle, the alarm that told her that it was time to take her birth control pill. June said, "Shit, what time were we told to go to dinner darling?"

"We were given early sitting, between six and six thirty...why?"

"It's already six o'clock."

I checked my watch, "No, it's just five o'clock."

"We forgot to change our clocks, Spain is an hour ahead of the UK."

It was a mad dash but we got to the dining room at six twenty-five and the room was rammed with guests, the waiter came over and asked us how many people we were...I resisted the temptation to look around to see if we'd been joined by other people even though I knew that there was just the two of us standing there.

"Table for two please."

"I'm sorry sir but all of our tables for two are already taken, you can move to the eight o'clock sitting or share with a group of other guests on a larger table."

I looked at June, "Do you want to wait for ninety minutes or shall we share a table?"

June nodded her head, "Share I guess!"

The waiter took us through the dining room to a table for eight that only had six people sitting at it, the waiter pulled a chair out to the right of one of the men and invited June to sit on it.

I could see that June was a little distracted as she sat down and I sat between her and another woman. June tugged at my arm, "Wouldn't you expect families with young children to be at this sitting for dinner darling?"

I was just about to agree with her when the man to her left said, "There are no children in this hotel, it's an adult only hotel!"

June gave me a shocked look, "I didn't see that in the brochure...the only thing that I saw that was unusual was 'Frauentausch Urlaub' whatever that meant."

The man to her left spoke again, he introduced himself as Alexander and said, "That means that there was an error at the brochure's printers, they didn't change the German Frauentausch Urlaub into the English 'Wife Swapping Holiday!"

June gasped.

Alexander said, "Do I take it that you two aren't swingers then?"

June gave an indignant, "We...are...not!"

"You should have asked for a table for two then...but you have to get here earlier to get one."

"We were told that we would have to wait until eight o'clock to get a table for two because we were so late!"

Me and June were definitely on the outside of the general conversation around the table but Alexander kept talking to June, flirting a little perhaps but doing his best to keep us involved in the conversation during our meal. After the main course, one man's wife moved places and sat on the seat formerly occupied by the wife of John one of the other men at the table and John's wife sat in the other woman's seat. The sweet was delivered and eaten and then John and the woman that wasn't his wife left the table.

I heard a whispered apology between the couple that had been left behind, the woman said that she just wasn't turned on by the man.

Alexander leaned in close to June and whispered in close to her ear, "She would rather take her chance with the ten o'clock draw, she'd get a total stranger but they'd meet in the dark...it's just a lottery really, they just have sex together and after midnight, they can go back to their own partner or spend the whole night with the stranger if they're having fun together...she may even get the guy she's sitting next to but the thrill of not actually seeing him would trump the fact that he doesn't excite her in the dining room!"

We were left alone, Alexander wandered off with his partner...not his wife...apparently, they had been matched in the blind drawer the evening before, they'd had so much fun between ten o'clock and midnight that they'd spent the whole night together and were still together almost twenty hours later.

June finished her glass of wine in silence, then she turned to me and said, "Was Alexander flirting with me?"

I swallowed the last of my wine and nodded my head, "Yes, I think he was...perhaps he was hoping that you might warm to the idea of wife swapping and choose him to be your first partner!"

I saw an instant reaction, the dark pink rings of her areola suddenly shrank and her nipples popped to attention at my confirmation that Alexander had been flirting with her had instantly turned her on. We left the dining room at seven forty-five, all of the waiters and cleaners rushing around the dining room to get the room ready for the eight o'clock dinner sitting. There was entertainment provided in the basement of the hotel, tonight's entertainment was a live band that sang songs in both German and English. We sat around drinking cheap Spanish booze and listening to the band playing but the real entertainment was watching the ebb and flow of couples on the dance floor. As the evening went on, more and more couples tied together and headed for the stairs to the bedrooms above.

A man dropped into a spare seat at my side and introduced himself with a handshake as Jake, he was a little drunk, he asked me what we were looking for, "I mean, I've been watching the two of you for an hour and neither one of you had shown any interest in anyone else in that hour...are you just here for the ten o'clock lottery?"

June looked over at me and she raised her eyebrows, I turned to Jake, "No mate...we booked this hotel blind, we had no idea what kind of hotel this was, we aren't into wife swapping."

Jake smiled, "Well, wife swapping isn't the only thing on offer...take me for instance, I prefer to join a husband and wife together, I like having sex with men and women, all three of us in the same bed. I usually get one or two takers on a week's holiday here." ***

A couple came over to our table, "Jake..." the man looked at June and the woman looked at me, "...are you fixed up yet or are you free for the night?"

Jake smiled at them, "I'm just shooting the breeze, I'm free if you'd like to..."

Jake and the couple were heading to the stairs before I got the end of his conversation.

I patted June on her knee, "I'm ready for bed...how about you darling?"

June smiled at me, "I was planning on just watching the lottery before we go to bed."

"I don't think that they hold it in here, look, everyone seems to be moving upstairs, I think that they do it in the dining room."

June pulled me to my feet and we followed the general movement of couples towards the dining room. I seemed to be the only man around...actually, the only man in sight apart from hotel staff.

The woman at the head of the queue was a very tall African woman...well, African or Afro Caribbean woman, she reached into a canvas bag and pulled out a room key, she held the key up above her head and announced, "Room three-six-two!"

June gripped my arm, "That's the room next to ours."

I recognised the woman from room three-six-two walk over to the table with the canvas bag on it, she pulled out a key, "One-one-five."

Another woman stepped out of the all female crush, June whispered, she must be the woman from room one-one-five!"

The tall African woman walked past us and June pulled me to follow her, we all walked up the stairs to the third floor just a few steps behind her. We watched her unlock the door to room three-six-two, the light was off in the room but she turned it on as she opened the door, "Hi, my name is Yoland Brown...I do hope that you don't mind me turning the lights on darling!"

I put the key in our door lock as Yoland Brown closed the door to room three-six-two. June walked through our room and out onto the balcony, I made us both a coffee and took them out onto the balcony to sit with her and drink at the little table out there. I was a little bit shocked when I realised that our neighbour hadn't closed his curtains and as Yoland had turned the lights on, June was sitting and watching the two in the next room to ours rolling about on the bed.

"Have you ever thought of having sex with a black woman like her Paul darling?"

I shook my head.

June took a sip of her coffee, "I've wondered what it would be like to have sex with a black man...Yoland is very beautiful isn't she?"

I nodded my head this time.

June moved her seat to sit a little closer to me and we kissed, then she whispered, "Would you like to see a black man with a massive black cock fucking me darling?"

I shook my head, "I don't think so...if the other man was better in bed than me, you might go off me!"

June laughed at my insecurity and we went back to watching the couple in room three-six-two fucking, they had run through several different positions and at that moment, Yoland was on her hands and knees and the man was mounting her from behind, doggy style.

June said, "Have you ever fancied trying it that way darling?"

"Well, we kind of did it that way last Saturday, you weren't on your hands and knees exactly, you were standing at our bedroom window with your hands on the window sill but you were bending forward and I did you from behind like that."

"You've never fucked me up my bum!"

I tilted my head to one side as I tried to get a better angle on the sex act on our neighbour's bed and then I realised that Yoland had a dildo or a vibrator in her hand and was working it inside her body and if the dildo was in her pussy then June was right, he was fucking her up her bum.

June nodded her head, "Yoland must be well used to being fucked up her bum, he's fucking her too hard if she isn't a regular anal practitioner."

There was a sound from room three-six-six, a man opened the balcony door and stepped out on the balcony smoking a cigarette. He spotted that our balcony door was open and our bedroom lights were on, he walked on the tips of his toes to the low wall between the two baloneys and looked round the corner at our bed...I guessed that he thought that we might be fucking just like Yoland and the guy from three-six-two were doing in their bedroom.

The light cast from our bedroom lit his face up and June said, "Hello again Jake!"

Jake jumped out of his skin at June's voice coming out of the night as we sat at the end of our balcony.

"Phew...hi again guys...didn't see you sitting there in the dark...can I come over and join you?"

I looked at June, she told him that it was okay, "Shall I open the door for you?"

"No need, I'll climb the wall."

I got a very unfortunate view of Jake as he clambered over the wall between our balconies, he was still being lit by the light puddle from our bedroom and Jake was totally naked.

He walked towards us and June said, "You appear to be naked Jake!"

He laughed, "You'll see a lot of naked people in the morning, the nudist beach is just the other side of the dried up river bed, you can see them from the hotel's sun loungers."

He walked behind us and stood between us looking over our shoulders at the stage show set by our neighbours.

"Do you guys like watching people fuck?"

I shrugged my shoulders in a non-committal way...now that would have been missed in the darkness but it wasn't missed by Jake because his left hand was on my left shoulder and his right hand was on June's right shoulder, June whispered, "Yessssss!"

Jake laughed, "I love watching people fucking...I was hoping to see you two fucking when I saw your lights were on and your curtains were open...I thought that you might be like Yoland, she loves people watching her fucking. Most women go into the bedroom, fuck the guy and leave without turning the lights on because they don't want to see what the man fucking them looks like."

We fell quiet as the man fucking Yoland had a massively powerful climax and then he jumped off of her back to run to the bathroom to wash his cock, it was turning eleven thirty and in theory, Yoland would be leaving his bedroom in just thirty minutes time.

I felt Jake squeeze my shoulder and I guessed that he was doing the same to June, "I'd love to watch you two fucking...just be there in the room to watch you, I wouldn't join in or anything, just watch you...would you guys let me please?"

I was looking at June to try and gauge her reaction to Jake's question but the darkness at the end of our balcony made that impossible. Act three in the room three-six-two show was just starting but June suddenly pushed her chair back and stood up, she jabbed my right shoulder, "Come and help me with the coffee darling...would you like a cup of coffee Jake?"

"Yes please June, milk with one sugar please."

I followed June into our room, she told me to wash our cups as she closed the door to our balcony, June put the kettle on, I could tell that she was either deep in thought or she was having an inner argument with herself, it took her until the water started boiling before she voiced her inner turmoil.

"Would you let Jake watch us while we fuck Paul?"

I thought for a moment, I smiled inwardly as I thought, 'The last week of sex with her has been leading up to this!'..."I guess if he didn't try to join in with us, I can't see any problem."

June made three coffees, two in the mugs provided by the hotel for hot drinks and one that she made in the tooth glass for herself, "Erm...Paul, what if I get a little carried away, you know, having someone watching us and I want to suck his cock while you're fucking me...what about that?"

"Well, I suppose...so long as you don't go too far...I guess that would be okay!"

I carried the two mugs out to the table on the balcony and June carried her glass of coffee out and we returned to watching the erotic floorshow with Jake standing behind us again.

Yoland switched off on the stroke of midnight, she slipped out from under her partner and pulled her dress on over her head, she turned the light off as she left the room and June said, "Well, I guess it's time for us to go to bed!"

Jake followed us to our room, ostensibly, he was carrying our dirty pots for us but I could see that he was hopeful that we'd allow him to join us in bed.

June stopped him at the balcony's door and took the mugs and the glass off of him, "You can stand there if you like and watch us, we won't close the door or turn the light off but you mustn't come in the room..." June turned her back on him and as she started to walk towards our kitchenette's sink she added, "...unless I invite you in!"

I saw the frown on Jake's face turn into an instant smile.

We went through our usual pre-bedtime routine without giving Jake a single glance but I knew that he was on June's mind because she was on the edge of an orgasm for the whole time that we were getting ready for bed. The only deviations from our usual bedtime routine was that we didn't put any nightwear on...mind you, we hadn't dressed for bed since I shaved her pussy last Saturday and the other was that we didn't turn the light off before going to bed to sleep.

June jumped on the bed first, she got on her back, her legs wide apart, her excitement clearly visible weeping out of her cunt. I climbed on the bed with her and knelt between her thighs, I looked over at Jake for the first time, he was standing on the threshold of the balcony door, his cock was rampant and he was stroking it gently. I leaned in, as my cock entered her cunt, it tripped her orgasm switch and she went off like a rocket, just because Jake was watching us as I entered her.

It was like riding a bucking bronco as June bounced through massive orgasm after massive orgasm under me and then she clamped her arm over my back and rolled to her right, pulling me over and on to my back so that she could ride me girl on top and as she fucked me, she gestured for Jake to come over to us.

I have to say that I wasn't at all surprised that June called Jake over to us, for the past six days, June and I had been having sex in a few 'Dangerous' places where we might have been caught by a stranger walking past...this was just the next step, arranging to fuck while someone that we didn't really know was watching and now, the next step was about to happen. Jake walked slowly up to the side of the bed and June reached out to take a hold of his cock, she pulled him to her mouth and started to suck him, just inches away from my face.

June got Jake close to his climax and as she sucked him, he was stroking all over her back, from the back of her head all the way down to her bottom, his finger tips brushing over my balls as he felt around the junction between our bodies...he paid quite a lot of attention to the hole next to the one that I was using, he spat on his fingers several times as he massaged his spital around her anal muscle.

There was a loud 'Pop' as she pulled her mouth off of his cock, she kissed me, sticking her tongue into my mouth, transferring a little of his pre-cum into my mouth and then she pressed her lips against my ear and she whispered, "Would you like to try fucking my arse darling?"

I shook my head, "No...I wouldn't want to hurt you by doing you that way darling."

"Would you mind if I let Jake do me that way please darling?"

Okay, I wasn't totally happy with the idea of Jake joining us in the actual sex act but we had been working towards this point for almost a whole week, it was something that June had to get out of her system and at least Jake wasn't from our area, so he wouldn't be someone that could be much of a threat to me or rather to our relationship once our holiday was over...I bit my bottom lip and then I nodded my head, "Okay, if that's what you want darling!"

Jake didn't waste a second, he almost jumped on June's back and I felt his cock slide alongside my own cock, just a thin wall of skin separating our cocks in June's body. I'm ashamed to say that I actually climaxed the moment his cock slid on top of mine, even though I'd stopped fucking June, or rather, June had stopped fucking me, she just stopped moving, I checked her face, as his cock entered her bottom quite fast and hard, there wasn't a single flicker of pain on her face, there was just a look of pleasure on her face.

Usually, once I climaxed and spat my juice into her, it was all over for me, my cock would shrink away and be useless for between ten and twenty minutes but because I could feel Jake sliding along the length of my cock as he fucked June's arse, I didn't shrink away totally, just a little and then I grew to full hardness all over again.

As soon as June felt that I was fully hard again she whispered "Fuck me darling...fuck me hard!"

I wasn't sure that she was actually talking to me but she was looking into my eyes as she said it so, even though there were two people on top of me, I started rolling my hips up and down so that I was competing with Jake for cavity space...it took a few seconds for Jake and me to get into step with each other but eventually we synchronised with each other and June collapsed on top of me, she'd blacked out from the sheer pleasure of being fucked so powerfully.

Jake finished in her bum while she was still out of it and as he pulled out, I felt every inch of his cock as it rubbed past mine in her pussy. I was surprised to see that Jake was still rock hard, he grinned at me, "I took two Viagra pills at ten o'clock, I'll be hard until the morning!"

Jake used our bath room to wash his cock clean before he popped back out onto our balcony, he climbed over the wall and returned to room three-six-six, I rolled June over onto her side so that I could also escape from under her and she woke up, "Where's Jake?"

"He popped back to the couple in room three-six-six."

June dragged me into the shower with her, as we washed each other, she thanked me for indulging her in her fantasy and I did admit to feeling slightly jealous of having to share her body with another man.

June looked a little upset that she'd made me feel jealous while she was fulfilling her fantasy, "Perhaps I should forget about my sexual fantasies if it makes you uncomfortable while I'm trying to fulfill them!"

I'd really enjoyed getting to know my wife's burgeoning sexuality over the past few days and I didn't want things to stop so I jumped in quickly with, "No, I have loved almost everything about our new sex life, it was just arranging for another man to watch us and then have him joining in...perhaps we could agree to keep that kind of thing for when we're a long way from home...like here, when we're on holiday and there's no chance of bumping into the other man!"

June cuddled into me and kissed me passionately, "So, if I get an offer tomorrow...can I take it?

"Do you mean go off with a man where I can't see the two of you?"

She giggled, "Well, I was thinking of doing a man with you watching us but if that would make you feel uncomfortable, I could take him somewhere else so that you don't have to watch if you'd prefer it that way!"

"Well, I'd prefer that there wasn't too much planning going into it, just play things by ear and see what opportunities pop up, if I feel uncomfortable, I can take myself away, that way it'll be up to me what I see or don't!"

We climbed into bed at around three o'clock in the morning, the balcony door was still wide open and as we tried to relax into sleep, we could hear the sound of distant couples still fucking in the silent blackness of the Spanish night. I was facing June, her back was towards me and we were spooning in preparation for sleep, I whispered, "How often have you had anal sex before tonight?"

"Before I met you...before I could get on the pill, I used anal sex as my main form of birth control, I'd let boys use my vagina during my period and for the few days after and then I'd go onto oral sex or anal sex for two weeks and then back to vaginal sex again so before I met you, I spent at least half of my time having anal sex...far too many times to count!"

Just hearing that woke my cock up all over again, that growth wasn't missed by June, she wiggled her naked bum against my abdomen, "Would you like to try it now...it won't hurt me at all!"

June reached back and took my cock in her hand and aimed its head at her bum, held my cockhead in place and then wriggled back until my cock was up her bum, "You can fuck me as hard as you like!"

I started rocking back and forth, as soon as she was happy that my cock was fully engaged, she let go of my cock's shaft and rolled forward slightly so that she was more on her face, her movement forced me to follow and soon I was on her back riding her hard and fast. Even though I'd already climaxed several times in the evening so far, I still climaxed much faster than I'd imagined I would, just because her anus was so much tighter than her vagina.

June had to take another trip to the bathroom to empty my load out of her bottom and of course, I had to wash my cock clean after being up her bum.

We didn't wake up until the heat of the sun reached our bed, just before noon, the balcony door was still open as were the curtains so when the heat of the sun hit us, it became uncomfortable. We had lunch instead of breakfast and then we went out onto the beach to do a little sunbathing.

June had put her new bikini on and as she lay down on the lounger, I realised just how much weight she had lost from her abdomen, well, the weight loss as well as the extra exercise had turned what little fat there was on her stomach into muscle and now, there was a tunnel caused by her prominent hip bones from the waistband of her knickers all the way down to her hairless cunt.

I went to the bar to get us two drinks and when I returned, there were three German men standing a few feet from June, looking down her body from above her head and they were talking about what they would like to do with her in German. I actually knew a little schoolboy German and from the little I picked out of their conversation they were saying things like, 'Pity she wasn't in the draw last night, I would have loved a little fresh blood in the game!' and another comment I worked out as I approached the three German men from behind them was, 'Do you think that she'd be able to take the three of us on all at the same time?'

I was carrying our drinks on a small table that I was planning on putting between our sun loungers and as I reached a point just a foot behind the three Germans, I said, " Entschuldigen Sie, meine Herren, kann ich bitte zu meiner Frau kommen?' which was basically, 'excuse me gentlemen, may I get to my wife please?' In schoolboy German but it was good enough to send the three of them scuttling towards the south to the area of beach where tourists were allowed to sunbathe naked.

I could see why the three men had stopped where they did, I could see all the way to June's cunt down inside her bikini knickers, she may as well have been totally naked from that angle.

I put the little table on the sand between our sun loungers and June looked up at me, "What drink did you get for me darling?"

"It's the cocktail of the day, a 'Bellini', one third peach puree and two thirds prosecco but if you don't like it, you can have my San Miguel and I'll drink the cocktail.

June asked me who I'd just spoken to behind her head, I took a sip of my cold beer, "Three German men were discussing what they'd like to do to you and they were complaining that you hadn't entered the draw at ten o'clock last night because all three of them would love the chance of winning two hours in private with you!"

The effect on June was instant, her nipples grew inside her bikini top and the red material between her thighs turned two shades darker as her excitement flooded out of her pussy. She sat upright and looked towards the south, the three men that had been talking about her were walking towards the south, between our hotel's beach and the 'Free' beach, there was a dip in the sand that, in the winter, would turn into a river but once the tourist season started, every drop of water was diverted into tap water for the hotels and apartments of the town so the river totally dried up.

The three men disappeared momentarily and when they climbed out of the dry riverbed, they were no longer wearing their trunks. There was a steady stream of guests from our hotel heading south and those guests were replaced by families from other hotels in the immediate area that didn't have their own beach, people who had to pay to use our private beach or use the public beach to the north but the public beach looked more like a war zone, after the main battle had just finished.

June made a gesture with her head towards a newly arrived family, "How old do you think she is?"

"Which one, there's three girls and the mother?"

"The one that's talking to the old man."

That confused me, I couldn't see any of them talking to anyone else, "None of them are talking to any of the men."

The girl getting changed into her swimming costume, she's talking to the old man who's pretending to be looking out to sea!"

I realised that the elderly man standing two feet away from the girl that was undressing, seemingly looking out to sea's jaw was moving, he was actually talking to the young girl, "Oh, that girl...she looks about nine years old!"

"That reminds me of when I was her age, the way he's talking to her but pretending to be doing something else."

The girl had been covering herself with a beach towel as she undressed, the man turned to face the girl, I saw his cock suddenly spring to attention inside his trunks as the girl looked in that area, then she accidentally dropped her towel, just as she was pulling her knickers off so that she was now totally naked on the beach. The girl's mother spotted the towel drop and shouted out, "Dawn...cover yourself right now!"

I saw the man smile down at the girl before he started walking back to his sun lounger, which was close to where June and I were sitting, as he walked along, the girl turned to watch him walking away from her, she had small breasts, nowhere near a hand full but still very well defined for such a small girl, I also spotted a few dark brown hairs starting to show over her pussy mound, "Oh, looking at her now, I think she might be a little older, ten or eleven years old maybe!"

June shook her head, "I looked like her when I was nine years old, I was the first girl in my year at school to need a bra."

I watched as the girl struggled to hold her towel over her body as she stepped into her swimming costume, it was more of a struggle because the Lycra costume was so tight on her little body. June smiled and shook her head, she mumbled almost absentmindedly, "Just like my mother, it took her ages to realise that I was growing up and get me bigger clothes and my first bra...I'd had my breasts for almost a whole year before my mother bought me new clothes to cover them."

There was a little 'Housekeeping' going on for a few minutes, the mother from the young family was insisting on all three kids folding their street clothes and placing them in their beach bag before they were allowed to go off and play.

June was watching the nine year old closely, "I'll bet she tries to get closer to the old man if her mum doesn't keep a close eye on her!"

I felt a little like a pervert because now I was watching the girl like a hawk as well, I could see that she was testing her boundaries, moving away from her parents a little more every minute or so and in between looking at her mother and father, she kept looking towards the older man who had been talking to her.

I soon realised that the girl was slowly heading towards the old man, I looked over at him, he had a massive grin on his face and his cock, still totally erect inside his trunks was now leaking, starting a dark patch spreading out away from the eye in his cock. The girl was now almost at the end of my lounger, when the girl stood upright, her swimming costume was so tight that it looked like it was cutting into her pussy, forming a deep camel toe but also, stretching the Lycra across her breasts, showing their perfect form under the thin material.

I looked back at the old man again but he was on the move, he was heading for the bar, that confused me because I had expected him to wait for the girl. I followed him with my eyes over to the bar, he didn't go to the front of the bar, he went into the shadows behind the bar, he was getting a shot of vodka, the cheep stuff that was included into our package deal, Dawn shouted out to her mother that she was going to get one of her coke's that they were given when they paid to use the hotel's beach. The mother gave her daughter a cursory glance and then went back to her book.

The girl got her cola drink and the barman cancelled one of the free drink marks from the girl's wristband with a marker pen, Dawn took a sip from her glass as she looked back to her family to see if anyone was taking any interest in her and as soon as she was happy that she wasn't being watched, she slipped into the shadows behind the bar, joining the older man in the darkened recesses behind the building.

"You were right darling, that young girl has joined the old man out of sight behind the bar."

"He reminded me of one of my grandfather's friends, Peter Timpson, he used to look all innocent while he was trying to pick up a new girl so that no one who saw him at it would realise what he was doing."

I gave a little chuckle, "Sounds like you speak from experience darling."

She looked from the rough area that the man and Dawn were now sharing behind the bar, she smiled and nodded her head at me, "I promised that I'd never tell anyone though!"

There was a shout from closer to the sea, well a very loud whistle and a shout, "Dawn, where the hell have you got too!"

I had a better sight-line into the shadow behind the bar than Dawn's parents, I saw her step out into the light, she looked around the side of the bar, I realised that the crotch of her swimming costume had been pulled over to one side, a paper towel appeared from the shadow, Dawn used it to wipe her hands and her left wrist dry, then she bent forward and she used two fingers to pulled the crotch of her swimming costume back into place, I saw the man pour his vodka into Dawn's glass of cola before handing it back to her.

Dawn went one side of the bar to return to the beach and the older man went the other way, Dawn walked quickly back towards her parents, and her mother shouted out, "Where the hell have you been?"

Dawn stammered, "I needed to go to the toilet."

"I've told you a million times, you have to tell me or your dad if you're going out of our sight...it isn't safe around here darling!"

I looked at June, she was looking at Dawn, while Dawn's mother was looking at her, Dawn had a serious look on her face but once her mother returned to her book, Dawn's face turned into a wide grin and she took a sip of her cola with its illicit tot of vodka in it from the old man's glass.

As the old man walked back to his lounger close to mine, he had a very satisfied look on his face and what had been a massive erection just five minutes earlier was now a sleeping worm of a thing inside his trunks but the wetness that had formed close to the waistband of his trunks was now a line of wetness all the way down his trunks to the new position of his cock's eye, he smiled at me when he saw where I was looking and as he sat down he said, "it's taken me three days so far but...God, she's delicious, if they come again tomorrow, I'm hoping to get her to come up to my room with me!"

I turned my back on him and looked at June, she was draining her cocktail, she popped the empty glass on the little table and then she whispered, "He reminds me more and more of Peter Timpson as he goes along."

"So...how come you called it so well, I mean, between Dawn and that old man darling?"

"The way the man was acting was just exactly like the way that Peter Timpson acted the first time he set his sights on me."

"When was that?"

"Well, like I said before...I was the first girl in my year at school to grow my breasts, I'd seen my grandfather's friend Peter at several weddings and birthday parties before that and he'd never shown any interest in me at all, but I'd seen him flirting with every one of my older cousins, older female cousins that is...that is, until one summer's day when I was walking home with the other five girls from my year at school that lived on my estate, our parents let us walk home unsupervised so long as we all promised to stay together and not to take the short-cut home between the river and the spiny."

"That wouldn't happen these days, mothers won't even let their kids walk home these days, they drive them everywhere."

"You're right but back when I was nine years old, we were allowed to walk home with our friends after school, probably because our mothers didn't have cars and couldn't be arsed to walk the two and a half miles from home to Wellingborough and back again every afternoon."

June wriggled her body down into her lounger in the sun, she was getting comfortable and it looked like she was about to fall asleep when she started to mumble.

"It was a really hot summer's day and all six of us agreed to take our blazers off for the long walk home, even though it was against school rules. We were getting close to the bridge over the river on Irthlingborough Road, all six of us were swaggering along with our blazers hooked on one finger over our shoulders, our white school blouses were almost dazzling in the bright sunshine, I recognised Peter Timpson's car as he drove past, he drove past us usually two or three times a week but this was the first time that he had slowed down and actually looked over at us as he drove past. Then he did something else that was different to usual, rather than driving on to Irthlingborough village, he drove across the bridge and pulled across the road into the little car park that the fishermen used, the one next to the steps down to the river.

When me and my friends crossed the river, Peter was standing at the top of the steps leading down to the river, he was smoking a cigarette as he leaned against the bridge's parapet and as we closed in on him, he said hello to Marcia but I knew that he was looking at my chest as he spoke to her, he seemed to know every one of my friends by name and he asked everyone of them how their folks were, how their brothers and/or sisters were...depending on which they had, he left me until last before he asked me how my grandfather was.

I was a little suspicious of his question, because I knew that he was out drinking with my grandfather the evening before. My friends kept walking along Irthlingborough Road while I was telling Paul that my grandfather was okay, he whispered, "How would you fancy a fag June darling?"

It came as a massive surprise to me that my grandfather's old school friend had just offered me a cigarette, knowing that I was only nine years old. He wasn't actually looking at me, he seemed to be looking everywhere else in the world than at me, he was actually looking at my friends as they continued walking along the pavement towards home as he said, "...if you'd like to try one...I can't give it to you out here though, we'll have to go down to the riverside...or even into the spiny so that you can try it where no one can see you."

I knew that it was wrong to go down to the riverside, my mother had told me often enough but her warnings were always about stranger...Peter Timpson wasn't a stranger, he was my grandfather's best friend so by the time he was looking back in my direction, I was nodding my head, he seemed to look over my head, as if he was looking back towards Wellingborough and not actually talking to me.

"You wait here...count to one hundred and then follow me down to the river, just watch where I go and follow in after me!"

I got bored at fifty and followed Peter down to the river, he had taken the third path into the spiny and I followed him down there. The path into the spiny only went around fifty feet to a dead end and that was where Peter was standing waiting for me, he was smoking his own cigarette and holding the pack in his left hand. As I approached him, he flicked the bottom of his cigarette pack with his right index finger and one cigarette jumped away from its friends. He placed the cigarette in my lips, told me to suck my breath through the fag as he held the tip of his own cigarette against the one he had just given to me.

"The most important thing to bear in mind, young June, is...when playing in the spiny, always stand facing the entrance of the path so no one can sneak up on you!"

I turned to face the river and as I did, Peter pulled the hanging loop of my blazer off of my finger and moved it to a short stubby branch and hung my blazer there as if it were a coat hook, "You might need both hands free my dear."

I drew a lungful of cigarette smoke and started to cough, Peter was standing behind me, he was holding his fag with just his lips, he obviously needed both hands free. I took my cigarette from my lips and held it between my index and second finger, just like I'd seen on the TV in films.

Peter eased his fingers between my arms and my ribcage, he pushed on further and I looked down as his fingers appeared in front of my body through the gaps between my arms and my body, he curled his fingers around in front of me and started to brush his fingertips over my small breasts, through my school blouse.

"I see your mother still hasn't gotten around to getting you your first bra yet June...have you let any of the boys at school touch your little titties yet darling?"

I shook my head.

"Does it worry you that I'm touching them now?"

I looked down at his fingers as they brushed over my tits, I could see that my nipples had started to react, the disks of darker skin around my nipples was starting to shrink down and as they shrank, they got darker and my nipples started to grow, forming two little bumps in the thin nylon of my blouse on top of my breast lumps. I took another suck on the cigarette, coughed a little less this time and I shook my head and said, "No, not really."

he pulled his hands out from under my arms and reached around my body, shuffling in a little closer to my back, pressing his abdomen into my lower back. He wrapped his arms around the outside of my arms this time, giving his hands greater range of movement than he had when they were between my arms and my body. He unfastened two buttons on the front of my blouse and pushed his right hand into the hole that he had just created, now his bare hand was cupping and fondling my left breast, then he slid his left hand down my left arm until he reached my wrist, then he twisted my left hand behind my back, it was just at the point where it was becoming painful when I felt something warm and moist against my fingers...I was only nine years old but I realised exactly what lived on a man's front at that point of his body and as he palpated my left tit with his right hand, I rubbed my left hand along the length of his cock behind my back.

Once Peter realised that I was rubbing my hand over his cock without his help or rather, guidance, he let go of my left wrist and moved his own left hand to his mouth, taking the little stub of his cigarette from his lips and tossing it to the side. I was just taking another draw on my cigarette, no coughing at all this time as I filled my lungs with smoke. He waited for me to take the cigarette out from between my lips before his left hand lifted to my cheek, he pushed my face to the right and he kissed me on the lips over my right shoulder, pushing my mouth open with his tongue and as I breathed the smoke out, he sucked it all into his own lungs as well as sucking my tongue into his mouth at the same time.

Peter shuffled around my right hand side, his lips still in contact with mine. His cock escaped my grip as he moved to the right but as soon as he reached my right hand side, I moved my left hand across my body and reacquired his cock in my left hand again, only this time, not the flat of my hand rubbing back and forth along his cock, this time, my fingers had curled around his cock. I was sure that at nine years old, I'd never actually seen a man or boy masturbating but I seemed to know instinctively how hard to squeeze my hand around his cock and that I had to rub up and down, from his balls to the crown of his cock and back again. He groaned and his kissing became more urgent as I rubbed frenetically up and down his cock and then his wrist watch started to sound an alarm and as it sounded he said, "Oh fuck it...I'm sorry darling but you'd better go now, if you run along the side of the river, you'll get to your estate at the same time as your friends!"

I'd only smoked half of my cigarette so I handed it back to him so that he could finish it off for me, I grabbed my blazer and started to run towards the river, Paul called from behind me, "Don't forget to fasten those two buttons June...and if you come back here tomorrow on your way home from school, I'll give you another cigarette but come straight down here so we'll have a little more time to play."

I ran all the way to my house and reached my street, just as the rest of my friends were getting there as well..."

June seemed to finally drift off to sleep in the warm sun, she was still mumbling her story about her first sexual experience with a much older man as she drifted off...her story almost an exact parallel to what I'd witnessed earlier between Dawn and the old man sitting on the next sun lounger to mine.

Now that June had fallen asleep, I walked down to the water's edge and slipped into the warm Mediterranean sea for a cooling swim, I found myself close to Dawn and one of her sisters, the one who looked just a little younger than Dawn and I managed to catch a little of their conversation..."You don't have to be frightened of old men, he only wants a little kiss and a cuddle unless you want to do more, I rubbed his cock for him today and let him touch me between my legs but as soon as I said I wanted him to stop, he stopped...it's all up to me what we do together and I got a full glass of vodka for playing with him today..." and then I had been washed away from them by the current and couldn't hear them talking anymore.

I walked back to my sunlounger and positioned the parasol so that June was now in the shade as she slept in the mid morning sun. I heard a little giggle, Dawn had brought her sister close to the old man and she was tickling her younger sister just a few feet away from the man, I saw their mother turn on her lounger and look up the beach toward Dawn and her sister, she called out, "Dawn, can you take Rebecca to the bar to get her a glass of lemonade please darling!"

Dawn shouted "Okay!" to her mother but then she whispered, "Sarah, you hang out around here while I look after Rebecca's drink!"

Dawn left Sarah kneeling in the sand between my lounger and the old man's as Dawn strolled back to her parents to take her youngest sister's hand and lead her to the bar.

The whisper was almost too quiet for me to hear, I couldn't even see the man's lips moving but I just made out, "So Sarah, do you have any boyfriends back home in England?"

Sarah shook her head.

"What...how come Dawn has four boyfriends at school and you don't have one?"

Sarah shrugged her shoulders, "I don't know!"

"Has Dawn been telling you what we’ve been up to so far this week?"

Sarah nodded her head.

"Did she tell you that she made me very happy with her hand this morning but that your mother called her away from me before I could make her happy as well?"

Again, Sarah nodded her head.

"I really wanted to make your sister happy with my fingers today so that I could try going further with her tomorrow...if you guys are still around the beach tomorrow that is!"

Sarah nodded her head, I wasn't sure if Sarah was telling the old man that she and her family would be at the beach tomorrow or if she was just showing that she understood what he was saying. I saw Sarah's head jerk a little, I looked towards the beach bar, Dawn had just reached the bar and was waiting in a queue to be served, Dawn was looking at Sarah but pointing to the to the side of the bar that I'd seen her going to earlier to meet the old man.

Sarah stood up, she brushed the sand from her knees and legs before walking towards the back area of the bar, out of the sun as well as out of sight of the rest of the beach users.

The old man smiled at me, "Looks like playtime part two for me!"

I watched as the man walked to the bar, he was served faster than Dawn because the hotel's guests had a different section of the bar's counter to the day visitors, he took a glass of cola and a short glass with a shot of vodka in it and he followed Sarah into the shadows behind the bar.

I asked June if she'd like another drink, she didn't respond so I walked over to the bar to get myself another beer, Dawn was just being served as I got my beer, it was a struggle for the barman to reach Rebecca's wrist to cross out one of her drinks off of her wrist band to show that she'd had one of the three drinks that were included in the cost of outsiders using the hotel's beach. I took a sip from my glass, looked over at my sleeping wife and then changed my mind, I turned my back on the sea and walked slowly into the shadow.

The old man was facing me, Sarah had her back to me...as my eyes finally became accustomed to the darkness behind the bar, I could see that Sarah had both of her hands wrapped around the man's cock and she was pulling her hands along his cock towards herself and then pushing back towards his balls as he held the front of his shorts down below his balls.

He looked up at me and then he said, "I hope that you aren't feeling shy Sarah, someone else has come to watch us!"

Sarah looked over her shoulder at me and gave me a sweet smile and while she was distracted by me, the old man pulled her bikini bottoms down to her knees. Sarah quickly dropped his cock and bent down to pull her bikini bottoms back up, she stopped looking at me as soon as she felt his fingers tugging at her pants so now, as she bent over to pull them back up again, her face bumped into his cockhead. He put his hand on the back of her head and held her in place with his cock pressing against her face between her mouth and her nose.

"You don't have to worry, Dawn must have told you that I'm not the kind of man to hurt a little girl and that as soon as you tell me to stop, I will...I promise."

Sarah froze for a moment as he rubbed his cock from side to side across her face. She let go of her bikini bottoms and stood up again, she left her bikini bottoms down by her knees and stood upright again, returning both of her hands to his cock and she started rubbing it again.

He turned her so that she was standing sideways on to both of us and as her feet shuffled into her new position, her bikini bottoms fell down to her feet and one foot left the leg hole. He spread her legs as wide as he could get them he started rubbing the fingers of his right hand between her legs, exploring the area between her legs over the outside of her tiny pussy, Sarah gasped as his fingertip caught her magic button and when he realised how responsive she was, he kept the tip of his finger in contact with her magic button and rapidly vibrated his finger, taking Sarah to a rapid orgasm.

I felt a hand in the small of my back and Dawn's little head popped into view around my side, "Sarah, mum asked me where you were, I told her that you had just gone to the toilet so you only have five or six minutes before she'll be expecting you back out on the beach!"

Sarah was holding onto the old man's wrist with both hands to try and stop the pleasure getting too much for her to cope with, Dawn looked up at my face and she said, "Hi mister." I'd grown an erection watching Sarah and the old man playing and now Dawn was looking at the front of my trunks, she rubbed her hand over the lump inside my trunks and I suddenly got cold feet and twisted away from her, I'd decided to leave the old man to it. I looked over my shoulder as Dawn was pulled to her sister's side, she was pushed down onto her knees in the sand, and as Sarah started yet another orgasm, the old man was rubbing his cock against Dawn's lips and she was opening her mouth for him.

I walked back to my sun lounger and placed my beer glass down on the table between mine and June's sun lounger, as soon as the glass touched the table, June said, "Was it exciting?"

"Was what exciting?"

"Oh, I assumed that you'd just been spying the old guy and Dawn's younger sister behind the bar."

"I didn't need to spy, he was quite happy for me to watch them."

"Did Dawn walking in on you spook you and make you run for it?"

"No, it was Dawn trying to rub my cock through my trunks that made me run for it...you were telling me about you and Peter Timpson that day when you were nine years old and walking home from school on the hot summer's day and he gave you a cigarette to smoke while he played with your tits...was that the only time that you and he played together?"

June looked shocked, "When did I...I didn't...I swore to him that I'd never tell anyone as long as I lived...well, you do things like that when you're nine years old and doing something naughty...don't you?"

"I think that it might have been the Bellini and the sun that loosened your tongue."

The shocked look slipped away from June's face, "The Bellini was nice, I could do with another one."

I took the hint and returned to the bar to get June a second cocktail of the day. Dawn and Sarah walked past me, Sarah was carrying her glass with cola and vodka, Sarah was saying that she didn't like the taste so Dawn took the glass from her younger sister and took a big swallow from the glass and as they walked past, Dawn was telling Sarah to remember not to say anything at all to their parents, "And don't mention Brian to Rebecca, you know that she can't keep a secret from mum or dad!"

I handed June her glass of peach flavoured prosecco and she took a big sip of it before placing it on the little table next to my beer.

June settled down on her lounger again as if she was about to go back to sleep...

"I'll bet that Dawn didn't mind at all that you were there with her gentleman friend while they were having their fun...I was just the same the second time that I went to meet Peter, I'd told my friends that I wouldn't be walking home with them at lunch time and when the bell went for the end of the day, I ran out of my class like a rocket and then ran all the way to the bridge over the River Ise, Peter's car was already there in the little fisherman's car park at the side of the steps down to the river.

I stopped running to get my breath back as I walked down to the river and along to the spiny, I looked up the first path I came to but saw nothing, I did the same at the second path, again, nothing and at the third path, I spotted Peter at the end of the path but he wasn't alone...there was a second man with him, the second man seemed to be kneeling on the path in front of Peter, his head blocking Peter's lower body.

I was about to return to the road to wait for my friends to catch up to me but Peter spotted me and beckoned with his right hand for me to join him. I walked slowly up behind the man kneeling on the ground, Peter told me that his friend's name was Colin. I spotted Colin look up at Peter's face as he spoke, he seemed to realise that Peter was talking to someone who was approaching them from behind so he shuffled to the left to look in my direction and that was when I saw that Colin was holding Peter's cockhead in his mouth while he was rubbing the rest of it between his mouth and Peter's balls with his right hand at the same time. Peter was encouraging me to go a little closer, after all, Colin had just created a little space in front of him but I remained fixed to the ground, just a foot or so away from them.

Peter leaned forward and grabbed the front of my blazer to pull me into the space that Colin had just vacated. Peter kissed me and then he started to unfasten my school tie, it seemed a little surreal to me that while Colin was sucking Peter off, Peter was asking me how my mum and dad were, asking me if I realised that it was their wedding anniversary today...I didn't know that, but I did know that I would be spending the evening at my grandfather's house today because my mum and dad wanted a little privacy. It all just seemed like such an...'everyday'...occurrence, Peter talking about my mum and dad's wedding anniversary as he slowly unbuttoned the front of my blouse, not just the two buttons today, like yesterday, but every button before he pulled my blouse out of the waistband of my skirt.

Peter made me hold my blouse and blazer wide open so that he could look at my tits...well, all of my upper body actually. He started to breathe a bit heavier and as he touched my bare tits with his fingertips, he started rocking back and forth into Colin's face, he kissed me again with his tongue in my mouth but the kiss was difficult to maintain as he was rocking back and forth so much now.

I felt Colin's left hand on the back of my calves, my legs were bare from my ankle socks to the bottom of my skirt and at first, Colin was just stroking from my ankle socks to the bottom of my skirt but then things stepped up a gear...

Peter was moving more...well, faster, harder, more forcefully...Colin kept losing his grip on Peter's cock because he was forcing it so far into Colin's mouth and each time Peter bottomed out, Colin coughed or gagged. Peter was now pinching my nipple with his right hand and his left hand was now on the back of Colin's head, holding it in place as he rocked in and out of his mouth.

I was a little distracted and suddenly realised that Colin hadn't stopped stroking my legs at the bottom hem of my skirt, this time, his hand was up under the back hem of my skirt and he was stroking over my bottom through my knickers as Peter's body started to jerk and he was gasping for breath.

Peter told Colin that he'd just given him the best blow-job ever. I saw Peter's cock slip out of Colin's mouth, it wasn't that Peter was pulling his cock out of Colin's mouth, it was that Peter's cock was shrinking and disappearing from Colin's mouth, shrivelling up to just a tenth of its former size and now it seemed to be skulking in a black hairy cave, just peeping out at me and Colin.

Colin stood up, he smiled at me before spitting a mouthful of slime out onto the path at my side, he chuckled and said, "I think your fun had more to do with your little friend here than anything that I was doing to you Peter dear."

I looked from Peter's shrunken cock to Colin's trousers and was surprised to see that Colin's cock was out of his trousers and standing tall, it was only half as fat as Peter's cock and more than an inch shorter...I was still standing there with my arms stretched out wide, still holding my blouse and blazer wide open and Colin's left hand was still on the back of my knickers, my skirt gathered in a clump over his wrist.

Peter moved slightly, he took my left hand away from its exposing duty, he flicking the outer edge of my blazer and blouse combination under my arm and over my back. Then he took my left hand again and he placed it on Colin's cock and once again, as soon as my hand touched cock, I started to stroke it up and down, applying a little light pressure with my closed fingers. Peter started playing with my tits again and he kissed me as I rubbed his friend.

After the kiss, he moved his lips close to my ear and he whispered, "When you're ready to try full sex, Colin would be the perfect man to start out with, he would fuck you really gently and because his cock is so thin and short, he'd break you in with very little pain."

Colin was starting to rock now, trying to get a little more pleasure from my hand, "How long do we have left Peter?"

Peter checked his watch, "We have three safe minutes, if it takes you longer than that, June will be late home and we don't want to make her mother suspicious this early in our game!"

Colin shook his head, "I don't have enough time for her to get me off then...have you got any tissues?"

"Full pack mate."

Colin slipped my hand off of his cock and took over rubbing it for himself...Peter was now behind me and he was pulling both sides of my blouse and blazer behind my back as Colin rubbed his cock harder and faster, as he rubbed his cock with his hand, he was also rubbing its crown over my tits, Peter was looking over my shoulder, his lips against my ear again, "It'll get a little messy but don't worry, I've got lots of tissues to clean you up after..." Colin suddenly groaned and a volcano eruption flew out of his cock and covered my upper body from my chin to my belly button but Colin was paying special attention to totally covering both of my breasts in his cream.

Peter started to mop Colin's jiz off of my front with one tissue as his wrist watch sounded its alarm. Peter took a fresh tissue and tried to finish cleaning me up, "Well, I've done the best that I can in the time we have June darling, you'd better run home now so that you aren't late...oh and June, you'll be okay to come down here to play any time, even if my car isn't on the car park, Colin or one of his friends will be happy to play with you and they won't hurt you!"

I wasn't totally clean...nor dry, I started down the path while buttoning my blouse, I didn't bother with my tie, I just stuffed that into my blazer pocket and I didn't tuck my shirt into my skirt either, I just ran all the way home by the river path.

I walked into the kitchen but my mother wasn't in her usual place by the kitchen sink, she wasn't in the living room either, I ran up to her bedroom, she was sitting at her dressing table doing her makeup and hair, she'd had a shower and was sitting wrapped only in a towel as she pained her face on. I looked at her bed, her leopard print jumpsuit was stretched languidly out on her bed waiting for her to slither into it. The jumpsuit was made from a mixed fabric, something like Lycra and brushed nylon mixed in together to make the jumpsuit both very sheer and very stretchy.

Mum beckoned me to go closer to her, much the same way that Peter had done to me less than forty minutes earlier, she sniffed at me, "You really must shower after PE at school darling, you smell very ripe. You'd better take a quick shower, your grandpa Tom will be picking you up any moment."

I managed to stop myself saying that PE was on a Wednesday, not Tuesdays, I just ran for the bathroom and took a quick shower. I dressed in a t-shirt that was far too small for me, not only too tight but the bottom hem of the shirt didn't reach my jeans, leaving a half inch of bare midriff on display. I left the bathroom at the same time as my mother left her bedroom in her leopard print 'second skin', I could tell from the bounce of her chest that she wasn't wearing a bra under her jumpsuit, mind you, if she had have been wearing one, it would have left a clear impression through the very tight jumpsuit. I couldn't see a panty-line either so I deliberately bumped my left hip into her right and slipped my left arm over the small of her back, the flat of my hand on her right hip, as we parted, I let my hand fall down over her buttocks and confirmed my suspicion, she was totally naked under the one gram of synthetic material that was covering her body.

"Grandpa Tom is here for you darling, he'll be giving you your dinner tonight."

I looked around the hallway, "Don't I need an overnight bag mum?"

"No darling, you have school tomorrow so your grandfather's going to bring you back home at ten o'clock."

"Where are you going tonight with dad mum?"

"We're not going out, we're just having a quiet meal at home tonight...just the two of us..."

I saw my mother's cheeks colour up as she told me about her plan for the evening, I thought that she had more to say but she had suddenly stopped herself.

"...now, you'd better run, you know that your grandfather doesn't like to wait in the restricted parking zone for too long...and remember, you sit in the back seat...you're too small to sit in the front!"

I ran down the path and jumped in the back nearside seat of the car, and on the off side seat there was a brightly wrapped box. I saw my grandfather look in his rear view mirror, "You look very grown up dressed like that darling!"

"Is that an anniversary present for my mum and dad grandpa...or is it a present for me?"

He chuckled, "No darling...neither...you know my old friend Peter Timpson..."

"Yes."

"...well, he's sixty years old today and I forgot to drop his present off last night so I have to do it today."

We drove into Irthlingborough and in the village centre Grandpa stopped short of what they laughingly called the commerce centre, there was a restriction to stopping for any reason in the village centre at peak times because about a thousand cars a minute passed through the village every minute at those times of the day.

"Erm June darling...can you do me a favour please?"

"What?"

"Well, you know that I hate stopping when I'm not supposed to? Can you run down to Peter's house for me while I drive around the block and pick you up here after, he lives at number sixty-nine...erm there might be a problem though...Peter is often naked in his house on a hot day like today, if that thought worries you, I'll leave it for now and drop it round after I've taken you home later, when I can legally stop in front of his house."

"I don't mind grandpa!"

"You really have grown up a lot since Christmas when you ran a mile when your Cousin Paul tried to kiss you under the mistletoe!"

I chuckled inwardly, "I don't like my Cousin Paul...his nose is permanently running!" Then I thought, 'And anyway, I've already seen Peter's cock twice this week...Peter's cock and his friend Colin's cock as well!'

I ran from the car to the path leading down to number sixty-nine and knocked on Peter's door, it wasn't on the front face of the house like my house, Peter's front door was on the side of the house, close to the back gate. I waited for what felt like an age and I started just looking around, just at the moment that I was looking towards the road, I spotted my grandfather drive past, he was driving slowly in the very heavy traffic and as he passed the end of the drive, he looked down and smiled at me.

The door opened and Peter was totally naked, just like my grandfather had suggested he might be, I looked straight at his groin, his cock looked exactly the same as it had the last time I saw him, as I ran away from the path into the spiny to get home on time, a tiny, shrived thing hiding behind his pubic hair but not for long...when he saw me looking at his cock, it started to inflate to its full size. I looked towards the road to be sure that no one was about to catch me looking at Peter's cock and I was just in time to see my grandfather driving past again, and once again, he was looking down the drive at me with a grin on his face.

I felt something in my hair and looked up, Peter was leaning over me and he too was looking towards the road just as my grandfather crawled past in the heavy traffic, "Looks like he's going around for another loop, he'll take a few minutes at this time of the day...did you like seeing what Colin was doing to me in the spiny June?"

I shrugged my shoulders in a non-committal way."

"That's a shame, I was hoping for a birthday kiss from you!"

I looked up, into his face, he had a very dirty look on his face as he was looking down at his own cock and then his eyes slowly lifted up my body to my face...now, I'd already kissed him a dozen times on the lips earlier that day, so the birthday kiss that Peter wanted obviously was not on his lips...I had a sudden feeling of panic, not panic that Peter wanted me to kiss the end of his cock like Colin was doing when I first arrived in the spiny but that he might just take my grandfather's present out of my hands and step back into his hallway and close his front door on me. "Oh...erm...no, it wasn't that I didn't like watching it, it just seemed a little, well, un-natural that one man would do that to another man...that's all!"

The dirty smile on Peter's face turned into a warm one, he stroked the fingers of his left hand over the back of my head, stroking my hair and applying a little pressure, pushing my head down towards his cock. I didn't resist...rather, I took the initiative and reached his cock faster than he had intended me to. I kissed the foreskin covering his crown, I felt his cock jump a little against my lips and it inflated a little more, his foreskin started to slip back of its own accord and his crown slowly uncovered itself under my lips.

"Just open your mouth a little June, try to get my cockhead into your mouth...don't worry, I won't try fucking your mouth like I did to Colin earlier, I just want to feel my cock in your mouth for a minute while you lick it a little."

I hesitated for a moment, if Peter's cock had been the same size as Colin's, I would have opened up for him in an instance but Peter's cock was both a little longer and a lot fatter but I decided to trust him and parted my lips for him. Peter carefully inserted the mushroom head of his cock into my mouth, it was quite a stretch but I managed to get his cock's head in my mouth without grazing it with my teeth.

Peter leaned over my back a little and rubbed his left hand down my back, pushing his fingers down the back of my jeans, wriggling his fingers so that as he pushed his hand in deeper, he caught the waistband of my knickers and his hand slipped inside those as well.

As Peter pushed his hand deeper down the back of my jeans, he turned me slightly, so that my bottom was pointing at Peter's back gate, making it easier for him to get his hand down my jeans a little further so now, even though I had the head of Peter's cock in my mouth, I could see the cars driving past out on the road. I saw my grandfather drive past again, repeating his look down the path, this time, I wasn't simply standing at the door talking to Peter, I had no idea just how much my grandfather could actually see of what I was actually doing but I did see that his grin was much wider than it had been on the two other occasions that I'd seen him pass.

I was actually still holding the brightly wrapped gift in my hands as I looked into my grandfather's eyes as he passed by, then Peter started rubbing his right hand up and down his cock as the fingertips of his left hand reached the crack between my buttocks, he said, "Put my present on the path and pop the top button on your jeans for me please Dawn darling!"

I did as I was asked and as soon as I popped the top button, his left hand jumped further into my jeans, he brushed gently over my bum hole and reached my vagina, I was gasping with pleasure from his first touch...he started rocking the way he had with Colin earlier but rather than pushing his cock into my mouth, he was backing away slightly instead. Peter groaned and I suddenly jumped back, Peter was spurting a gallon of foul tasting slime into my mouth...now I knew why Colin had spat Peter's slime out onto the path earlier.

Peter laughed at my reaction to him spunking off in my mouth, he lifted my chin and kissed me on my lips, "Well, at least you know where I live now darling, drop around any time if you see my car on the drive and you don't think your mum or dad will miss you."

Peter was about to close the door, I stopped it closing, "Don't you want your present?"

Peter laughed out loud, "I think that you bringing me the package was my present darling...not what's in the box, your grandfather knows that I love young girls that are just starting to grow their breasts."

Peter closed the door and I bent down and opened his present, there was a bar of my favourite chocolate inside, the kind with Turkish Delight, wrapped with milk chocolate, in the slightly larger box and on the front of the chocolate bar it said, 'Peter, give me to June if she's a good girl!'.

I stood up a little quickly and my jeans almost fell to the floor...Peter had put so much force into getting his hand to my pussy from behind that he had forced the zipper all the way down. I held the corner of the chocolate bar's wrapper between my teeth while I was pulling my jeans back up and struggling to pull the slightly strained zip back into place. I spotted my grandfather's car again, he saw where I was and what I was doing, he pointed further down the street and as he passed, he wound his front passenger window down and shouted, "I'll stop just around the next corner June!"

I ran behind the car, almost keeping up with him in the slow moving traffic and was just a second behind him as he turned off the main road, he shouted for me to jump in the front of his car as I was so grown up now.

I struggled to fasten the seatbelt, when I was nine years old, there weren't any rules about fastening a seatbelt in the back seat of a car and because I was so short, my grandfather's seatbelt ran across my throat, rather than my chest. Grandpa had to tell me how to lower the top bracket of the seatbelt to bring it across my collarbone rather than my throat. When I finished setting the seatbelt, grandpa looked over at me and he smiled, "Would you like a mint...I'm guessing that you might have a bad taste in your mouth!"

I shook the bar of chocolate in front of him, "I could eat this..."

"You'd better have a tick-tack, that chocolate bar will ruin your appetite!"

I stopped myself laughing at my grandfather, I'd had dinner at his house several times and it consisted of either a take away or something on toast in the past."

We pulled onto grandpa's drive and I was surprised to see my Grandma Mary standing at grandpa's kitchen window...now most grandchildren wouldn’t be surprised to see their grandmother at their grandfather's kitchen window but...the thing is, Grandma Mary was my father's mother and Grandpa Tom was my mother's father...my Grandma Sarah had divorced my Grandpa Tom five years ago for some unspecified reason.

I walked in the kitchen and called out, "Grandpa Alan, are you in there?"

I saw my grandpa and grandmother give each other an awkward look and then Grandma Mary cleared her throat, "Grandpa Alan is helping out at the Workingmen's Club tonight, they are having a 'Special event' tonight, a 'Gentleman's Smoking Evening' to raise funds to try to keep the club open during the current recession!"

"What kind of special event is a 'Gentleman's Smoking Evening' grandma?"

Mary gave Tom a pained expression, she didn't know how to explain the nature of a 'Gentleman's Smoking Evening' to a nine year old girl who wasn't supposed to know anything about their adult world!

Grandpa crouched at my side, his arm over my shoulder, his hand resting over my collarbone, his fingertips, dangerously close to my unfettered breast, "The thing is darling, the club needs five hundred pounds in a hurry so they charge members fifteen pounds a head to watch a comedian do his act and a few women and girls doing an exotic dance for them!"

I nodded my head to show that I understood what he was saying, "What does exotic dancing mean...is that like what a stripper would do?"

I saw my grandfather smile at my grandmother and it was her turn to nod her understanding, she said, "Right June, you can jump on the sofa and watch a little TV while I finish off cooking dinner with your grandfather!"

they walked through the dining room and into the kitchen, closing the door carefully behind them, I used the remote control to turn the TV on but didn't go close to the sofa, I ran on the tips of my toes out into the hallway to the other door into the kitchen that was fortunately ajar a little. I looked through the crack, Mary said, "I see what you mean, June really has grown up a lot in the last few months, I never noticed because I see her most days, I've missed it all!"

I watched my grandfather slide his right arm across her shoulder, he pulled her face into his and as they dived into a passionate kiss, he started to maul her tit with his left hand...when the kiss ended, he said, "I was surprised to see that you were still wearing your nighty when we got here...I was sure that you would be dressed in your blouse and slacks as usual by the time we got here!"

"I thought about getting dressed but this nighty is a lot like a dress and I just thought that June might find a program on the TV to lock her interest long enough for us to have one last fuck before I have to go home!"

I saw grandpa look at the door through to the dining room, "What...you mean like right now?"

Grandma giggled, "Exactly like now!"

Grandpa turned her to face the kitchen counter top and he lifted the back of her nighty, I could see almost everything through the little crack in between the door frame and the door, Grandpa just unzipped his fly hole and pulled his cock out of his pants, he pushed her down hard against the counter, forcing her to face the kitchen window and he told her to keep a look out as he looked over to the doorway into the hallway and he smiled at me and winked his eye as he stabbed his cock in between her legs, causing her to gasp in pain or pleasure.

Grandpa was still looking at me as he said, "Will Alan want to fuck you when he gets home from the strippers?"

Mary shook her head as best as she could, "No, he hasn't shown the slightest interest in me for more than ten years now, he's never stepped foot in my bedroom since we moved out of our twin beds and into twin rooms!"

I watched the fucking until my grandfather had his climax...I'd only been sexually curious for two days now and I could already recognise when a man was having his orgasm!

I was sitting on the sofa watching TV by the time my grandmother came into the living room from the direction of the dining room, I jumped, pretending to be startled when my grandmother told me that our dinner was ready...just to give her the comfort of feeling that I hadn't discovered her little secret sex life with my grandfather..."

"Right darling, I'm horny now that I've broken my word to Peter Timpson and told him about how I started having sex with him!"

I'd been really relaxed while I was listening to my wife's first tottering footsteps into sex, almost falling asleep to her soothing words...she started at least seven years earlier than I did and my first experience was nothing like hers.

"Right, up to our room then!"

"Wellllllll...I was thinking of taking a walk to the south, down by the old derelict hotel...I thought that you might like to fuck me alfresco where others could see us if they were passing at the right time!

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