My wife and I had booked a week’s break in a hotel in Spain immediately after the Easter holidays. The prices generally drop a bit after the school holidays, and the hotels are normally a bit quieter then. I suppose I should tell you a bit about us first. My name is Tony, I am 38 years of age, 5’ 9” tall, average body shape with all my own hair LOL. My wife Karen is 32, 5’ 4” tall, with a gorgeous slim figure – nice sized boobs, but she goes to the gym regularly to maintain her figure, which she is very proud of. I work as a taxi driver and Karen is a secretary in an architect’s practice. We booked the holiday, an all-inclusive week, quite late and got a good bargain. The weather was fine, not too hot but dry enough to enjoy a bit of sun bathing. We had been there a couple of days, when Karen was chatted up by an older guy while she was by the pool. I had gone for a walk along the sea front, as I don’t particularly enjoy just lying in the sun. His name was Bob, he didn’t say how old he is but Karen guessed about mid-60’s, and looked fairly trim and fit. He said his wife had died 4 years ago, and he now spent his time enjoying life, as he felt he was entitled to at his age. Karen said she thought he was a bit of a charmer. We didn’t say much more about the incident, but we saw Bob in the restaurant that evening, when Karen waved to him and he waved back. He also acknowledged me with a smile, and I just thought why shouldn’t he enjoy his time chatting up attractive young women. I have to admit I have wondered from time to time what it would be like to see Karen with another man, but had never mentioned it to her, because I think she would just call me pervert. The following day, we had settled ourselves by the pool by late morning, when I realised I had left my sunglasses upstairs, so I went back up to find them. Our room overlooks the pool area, so I wandered out onto the balcony absent-mindedly, and saw that Karen’s new ‘charmer’ was sitting on the sunbed next to her and they were talking. I wondered where this might be going, so I just stepped to the back of the balcony to observe them. Karen had sat up on her sunbed and turned to face Bob, they seemed to be enjoying each other’s company. I couldn’t hear what was being said but, at one point, Karen’s body language suggested she was saying something like ‘get out of here’, following which he touched her knee with his hand. They carried on talking and my mind was working overtime about what they might be saying, but I had decided I didn’t want to intervene. They must have been talking for a good half hour, when I noticed Karen touch his knee with her hand; he took her hand in his and kissed the back of it. Very sensuous, I thought. After that, Bob got up and walked away, so I decided it was time to return to the pool area. When I got back to our sunbeds, Karen commented that I had been gone a long time, so I said I had been looking at some literature in the hotel information room. She said that her new admirer, Bob, had stopped by, so I initially pretended I didn’t know who she was talking about, but then said “oh yes, the guy who chatted you up yesterday”. She said he had openly flirted with her, telling her what a lovely figure she has and how the bikini she was wearing really suited her. I said she must be used to guys flirting with her like that as it happens all the time, which it does, because she is a “fine looking woman”. I also pointed out to her that I am not a possessive or jealous type of guy, when other men say they find her attractive, I take it as a compliment to me. A bit later, Karen told me that she had invited Bob to join us for dinner that evening in the hotel restaurant, so I said “that will be nice, he must be lonely on his own”. By mid-afternoon, we were ready to get out of the sun, so we gathered our things together and went up to our room. Once inside, Karen casually said to me “I saw you on the balcony this morning – while I was talking to Bob”. I replied that, having seen them chatting, I just felt I should give her some space – he was flirting with her and she seemed to be enjoying it, so I didn’t want to be a gooseberry. Later on, in the early evening when we were sorting out clothes to wear for dinner, Karen became pensive, although I could kind of guess what she was thinking about. Eventually, she said “so you wouldn’t mind if Bob started flirting with me over dinner”. I said that it was not uncommon for men to fancy her, and I have never objected before. She said “but he is twice my age, and this time I might be inclined to flirt back”. I smiled at her and said “just go for it”, after a short pause adding “yes, even that”. Karen is on the pill, so I knew there was no danger of an unwanted pregnancy. We met downstairs at 8.00 pm as arranged and I shook hands with Bob warmly. He told me I was lucky to have such an attractive wife, for which I thanked him. He kissed Karen lightly on the cheek, and I had the impression she was ‘all of a flutter’, like an embarrassed school girl. We ate a really pleasant dinner together, and Bob insisted on paying for the wine, which was a very expensive red wine, eventually becoming a second bottle. Karen and I sat opposite each other, with Bob sitting to our side, and I wasn’t surprised, or offended, when he flirted with Karen. I had the impression there may have been some contact between them underneath the table, so I simply smiled and nodded my approval to him. After the meal, we decided to go through to the hotel bar, I insisted on buying the first round while Karen went off to the ladies to powder her nose. When I returned to the table with the drinks, Bob apologised for flirting with Karen and hoped I had not been offended. I assured him I was not upset in any way. I told him that, while we were chatting upstairs prior to dinner, Karen had said to me that she thought Bob might try to seduce her. He said “and you wouldn’t mind”, to which I responded “no, why would I”. Karen came back to the bar and we continued our conversation. She seemed to be getting a bit tipsy, slurring her words occasionally, although I was surprised on the amount she had drunk. We had more or less finished our round of drinks, and it was approaching 10.30 pm, so I asked Bob if he could be on hand to assist me in getting Karen upstairs to bed. In the lift, it was just the three of us, me with an arm round Karen to support her, and Bob standing the other side. Bob said “isn’t it a shame when people feel they have to get drunk to have fun”. I felt Karen stand up straight between us, she slipped an arm round each of our waists, and said in a very sober voice “yes, it’s nice to be mellow, but you wouldn’t enjoy it if you were drunk”. Bob slid his arm round Karen’s shoulder and it almost felt as though I was passing control of my beautiful wife to this aging charmer. We separated as we exited the lift, and I led the way along the corridor to our room; I sensed there was a bit of physical contact going on behind me. I opened the door to usher them in and, when I turned back from locking the door, Karen was waiting to put her arms round my neck, kiss me firmly on the lips and whisper “thank you” in my ear. She then turned to Bob and I melted into the background. I found a chair in the corner to sit on as they stood in the middle of the room kissing. He unzipped her dress and dropped it to the floor. Her bra quickly followed, and he was feasting his eyes on her lovely breasts, before beginning to maul them and suck her nipples. Karen slowly undid the buttons of his shirt, so she could stroke his hairy chest, before suddenly deciding she wanted to strip him quickly. In no time at all, she had his trousers down, quickly followed by his underpants, and she was murmuring in his ear as she stroked his penis into life. She knelt down in front of him and I must confess I felt a pang of jealousy as she slowly engulfed his cock in her mouth. After a moment, she removed his cock from her mouth and said “ooh that’s nice, I hope I’m going to get more of this later”, before engulfing him again. His cock was probably a bit bigger than me, but not vastly so, I have always regarded myself as average size. After a bit more slurping, Karen stood up and led him over to the bed, where she dragged the duvet off and climbed on. She lay there looking all seductive, as she does prior to our love making, and I thought I should have felt jealous then, but I didn’t. It was a very strange feeling knowing that my beautiful wife was about to give herself to another man right in front of me. He crawled up between her legs and bent forward to kiss her pubic mound through her panties. The look on her face, staring straight into his face and almost holding her breath, was so erotic. He hooked his fingers into the sides of her panties and gently tugged them down her legs, all the time staring straight into her face. She sighed deeply. He then bent forward to kiss her pubic mound, and I could tell from the look on her face that he was now exploring her private place with his tongue. When he started licking her clit with his tongue, she grabbed the back of his head with her hands and was ‘combing’ his hair with her fingers. I watched as he moved his hand in as well, and I guessed he was probably sliding a finger or two into her pussy, as she started to breath much deeper, eventually gasping and saying “oh yes, oh yes, oh YESSSS”. As her orgasm peaked, she was grabbing his head and grinding his face into her pussy. As she came down from the peak of her orgasm, I heard Bob say something quietly to her, and guessed what it must have been when she replied loudly “oh yes please”. He crawled up, kissing her pussy, then her belly, then her tits, which he gently sucked between his lips, before his cock was lined up with her private place …… her pussy …… her cunt …… the place that until now had been my domain, and which I had willingly allowed him to approach. It occurred to me afterwards that this was the point when I should have objected, or felt jealousy, but I didn’t. When she grasped his cock to guide him in, I just thought this is so erotic. I had already extracted my cock from my trousers, it was so hard it felt almost painful, and I had to grasp the end in my fist to stop myself cumming on the spot. As he appeared to be only slightly larger than me, I didn’t think it would present any problems and that was certainly the case. Karen was already very wet from Bob’s oral attention, and his cock just slid into her. They paused looking into each other’s eyes and he kissed her, before he started to fuck my lovely wife – very gently to start with, but moving on to a steady rhythm, which had her orgasming again. I did wonder whether he might hesitate before he reached his climax, there had after all been no discussion of condoms, or whether he was permitted to cum inside my beautiful wife, but it was apparent he was going for it …… and she wanted it …… and nothing I might say was going to stop them CLIMAXIIIIIING, with a great deal of gasping, panting, and shouted appreciation of each other. As they came down from their peak, Bob flopped over onto his side beside Karen and they just lay there uttering lots of expletives such as “oh God”, “oh fuck” and “that was really good”. I just continued sitting in the corner, with my cock held tightly in my fist, hoping it would not explode. After a while, Bob got off the bed, retrieved the duvet from the floor and covered Karen up with it. He found his clothes to get dressed, and said he thought Karen and I would like some private time together now so, after crawling onto the bed to kiss Karen, he left. Karen said she had been lying very still, because she was conscious she was full of Bob’s sperm, which she was trying to preserve for my benefit. After Bob had gone, I fucked Karen …… her cunt felt like a swamp of hot sticky cum, and I loved every minute of it. I made her climax again, I thought just as loudly as Bob had, but there is probably nothing for a woman like a passionate ‘old charmer’. The prologue to this story is that we invited Bob to have dinner with us in the hotel restaurant again the following evening. While we were in the hotel bar, and Karen was powdering her nose, Bob apologised for his performance the previous evening, but the situation had just developed before him, unplanned. Today, he was ready for it and had taken a little blue pill, so he hoped he could do better. We both took Karen to bed as a threesome. After we had both fucked her, she started fondling his cock and he was hard again quite quickly. He fucked Karen again and, although he did not cum again, he had her squealing with delight. We dozed off to sleep for a while and, when I woke about 1 o’clock, she was kneeling between his legs sucking his cock. I just found it so erotic that I simply had to fuck her doggy style – I think it is called spit roasting her. – and I managed to cum inside her again. He didn’t return to his room until after 3.00 am, Karen and I slept until after 11 o’clock. When we saw him next to the swimming pool in the afternoon, he told us he was due to fly home that evening. We offered him a note of our phone number, but he declined saying, “what happens on holiday should stay on holiday”.