Ok, following my recollections of my holiday in Sardinia, I lost my nervousness at contacting Carol again when I saw the travel agents window advertising that magical isle. All the memories flashed through my mind and I sort of automatically reached for carol's phone number. I had to leave a message, but she called later that day and sounded just as lovely as the last time I saw her. Anyone wanting to recap or catch up, it was Holiday Twist, 23rd August Cutting the crap, I said I would love to meet her and she said she could be free later that week as her husband was going on a boozy trip with five mates from the pub, I think it was a three day trip to a race meeting, he loves horses whereas carol did not so we arranged that she would come to me and I would treat her to a Spa day and we could stay at the hotel and enjoy ourselves. Carol was delighted. Come the Friday, Carol arrives by taxi to my house, I had only just returned from work and was in the shower when the bell rang. I answered with a towelling bathrobe sort of slung on, she entered and as I closed the door, she dropped her bags and grabbed a handfull of my cock which was still wet. We kissed and she followed me to my bedroom where she stripped naked and climbed on the bed. I was stunned but my cock knew just what to do, he was ready and willing to oblige this lovely lady and we did just that. I got ready for our drive over to the Spa hotel and Carol was a minx, tickling and giggling, acting like a schoolgirl, repeating that she was so pleased to be with me again and us having a full weekend together. It was dusk when we arrived an hour later. The Hotel was fabulous and I felt we were in for a very special time. Carol wore a lovely short skirt which I could not fail to notice, showed the top of her stockings, lacy black and very cock stirring on those perfect legs. I pondered just how gorgeous she was and noted that the Sardinian sun was nowhere near and she still glowed, oozing a warm personna wrapped in sexy clothes and a fuck me now body, what was there not to like? We relaxed in our room and then had a light meal before we returned to the bedroom. Carol then did a very erotic strip for me and had my tongue dangling from my mouth as I realised just how womanly she was, always almost faultlessly obedient and willing to please, she undressed me and then knelt in front of me, sucking me off with the most delicate touches from her fingers and lips. She was some operator in this department, I told her i was close to coming but that just brought her suction deeper and stronger and her hums of pleasure blew my mind and my spunk flooded her mouth. I felt I ought to apologise, but there she was licking and cleaning me up and giving me a knock down look with her sexy eyes. It was next morning after a truly unforgettable night of love making, (it was not pure fucking) we lay in each other's arms and talked. Somehow the topic of threesomes emerged, I am uncertain who started it, but I soon cottoned on to the fact that she had enjoyed sex with other men than me and her husband. I was a bit floored to be honest, but listened to her as she relayed some of the fun times she had experienced. I then realised she was sounding me out, my cock grew strangely hard and she found it with her small fingers and began to kiss me as she nurtured the situation in my mind. I eventually said it sounded fun, almost stopping myself at one point in case it ruined everything. I had heard of cuckolding but never taken much notice, I felt worldly, but then strangely very inexperienced, my age was counting against me here. I said I would do anything to help her enjoy the weekend so if that was what she wanted, it was fine with me. From that moment, Carol said it would not make any difference to our relationship despite us being so new to each other, she thought it would be great fun for us both and if she did find another guy, she would not do anything if I felt uncomfortable. I was putty in her hands and agreed. It was close to time for her treatments I had organised, a massage and some relaxing therapies which would take several hours. I had a bit of reading and a little work related contacting to complete so we went our separate ways until late afternoon. She was to text me once she was free. I did my work quickly, surprisingly uncomplicated for a change, then relaxed in the bar over a slow sin and tonic and read my book. Carol had her treatments and my phone rang with her saying she was in our room, but I was to stay where I was and if I saw her to not approach her as she had her eye on a couple of likely partners for fun that evening. I felt very jittery after that. Was I going to be able to cope? would I be jealous? my bulging trousers told me no, I was enjoying this and she was not my wife so why get all possessive? Did I love her? In some ways yes I did, but then again she was not married to me so I really had no rights except illicit ones with this married mystery of a woman. Carol eventually emerged looking stunning, short dress in a dark blue, black stockings and five inch heels, blonde hair immaculate as ever and skin glowing, smooth and silky under the light. There was a man at the bar who greeted her and bought a drink, I assumed correctly that he had been taking treatment too. They talked together and I saw he wore designer trousers and shirt, nicely polished shoes and his hair had a touch of grey at the temples. He looked assured and relaxed. They remained together, talking for almost an hour, then he got up and kissed her, patted her bum and left the room. She looked at me and then swept her eyes towards the lift, then got off her stool and went towards it. I waited and then got a text, 'see you upstairs' I ran up not wanting to miss a second. I got to our room and opened the door, she looked wicked and laughed as I looked like a lost boy. 'He is coming up in five minutes so you had better go' I panicked and said I wanted to 'stay and watch him fuck you' Carol said I would need to be really quiet but perhaps the wardrobe was big enough. She pushed me and my clothing into one corner and then said 'be really quiet, please.' She kissed me and said she really loved what she was about to do but it meant nothing. She shut me in the wardrobe which was quite large. I moved the hangers to one side so I did not inadvertently knock them and give the game away, then looked for the chance of viewing what was coming increasingly horny in my mind, my raging hard on now free of my pants and zip, I shoved them down to my knees and tried to breathe slowly and not gasp or anything. The seconds felt like minutes and then I heard the soft knock on our bedroom door then Carol inviting him in. I had a crack in the door where I got a sliver of a view of them but not much, still beggars can't be choosers, I heard them kissing and a bit of muffled conversation and then silence and a sigh coming from her. A bit of clothes rustling and then the un mistakable sound of a zip being released. At the crack I saw Carol's back being exposed as he removed her dress, he was going to fuck her very soon and my heart thumped madly so loud I was sure they would hear. But no my hand stroked my cock as I saw him lead her to the side of the bed and then he had his hands on her breasts over her bra, black like the thong she was wearing, she looked heavenly. I saw she had suspenders on too and I was so excited what a very sexy vision and I was going to fuck her after she had had her fun with this suave guy who was presently stripping her. Her bra went quickly and though I did not see the thong removed, I saw her playing with his cock as they lay down on the bed together, clinched in each other's arms and getting familiar, his cock in her hand and her lovely pussy being fingered gently. Sadly my view was only intermittent but the sounds filled my ears as they sucked and fucked for twenty minutes or so before he got her into a doggy position and I saw his cock slipping into her lovely cunt from a side on position. I cannot remember when, but sometime around her being doggy style fucked, I shot my load and relieved my pinnacle of excitement. I felt drained but had to endure a good half an hour more of their intimacy. He fucked her twice in the time they were together, I heard her get an orgasm in, moaning loudly and screaming for his spunk which his roars told me he delivered. I did get a hard on again but my moment had peaked and I felt a bit cramped. I heard them talking and then clothing being moved around, then eventually her saying goodbye and the door closing. I was released and as soon as I was out I threw her on the bed and sank my cock in her filled pussy. What a sensation. For the first time in my life I got sloppy seconds, something Carol and I have done again since, when she stayed at my place and one of my mates helped out satisfying the lovely Carol. This weekend taught me a lot. Yes I loved Carol but I knew she belonged to someone else and though she loves me too, we realise it will not be a together forever thing. So we have decided we will be happily with each other when life allows and I will always be grateful for that but she does possess a weird loyalty to her husband and I support her in that