We (me Pete, Emma my wife) had been on holiday on the Algarve, last two weeks of May, on the beach during the day, a bit of sightseeing, back to our apartment for lunch and some nice early afternoon sex, back to the beach for a few hours before ending it for the day, a shower and out for dinner. As we got into the holiday, relaxed, carefree, so Emma’s sex drive grew and we increasingly enjoyed sex, the two of us indulging in sex early evening, last thing at night, a quickie in the morning and a more leisurely session after lunch. I’m not complaining. I’d rather have Emma horny than frigid and I knew that once back home we’d settle into our normal pattern of sex once or twice a week. This was our Spring holiday so we were making the most of it. As her tan took hold so Emma abandoned her frumpy bikinis and moved to skimpier, sexier bikinis, eventually going topless, a joy for me since she had great boobs for a lady in her late forties, boobs that were small but pert, didn’t hang like sacks of potatoes. Emma also had a great figure, great legs and shapely ankles. I’m not quite so trim, a little stocky but certainly not overweight, both of us into healthy eating, exercise, non-smokers. And sex, of course. After dinner at a restaurant we had taken to going to a bar near our apartment. We’d sit outside for our first drink, then go inside as the air chilled. Inside there was always a group of young guys, all Portuguese, who appeared to be killing time before moving on to a club. One night we recognised a guy who had been our waiter the night before in the restaurant where we’d eaten. He recognised us and after exchanging a few glances and smiles he came over, chatting to us in his broken English. I saw immediately he was more interested in Emma than me, but then she was wearing a very flattering white pleated mini skirt that showed off her tanned thighs to great effect, and that evening had decided to go bra-less so the pink top hugged her pert boobs, accentuating her sexy erect nipples. It turned out he wasn’t a local, he was from Romania and said everyone knew him as ‘D’. After a few minutes of chatting he suggested we join him and his friends at a club they went to most nights. Emma was very keen and I had no intention of being a killjoy, despite feeling tired and for the first time I began to wonder if there was any sexual attraction between Emma and D, wondering what might happen at the club. D went back to his mates, I gave Emma a big smile, ‘Looks like he fancies you!’ She laughed it off, ‘Don’t be silly, he’s young enough to be my son!’ But for the first time I began to wonder if my fantasy of seeing my wife with another man was going to finally come true. We had discussed meeting another couple for some no strings attached sexual fun, or meeting a young, well endowed single guy, my fantasy, which Emma had always said she wouldn’t mind doing one day but it was ‘never then and now’. My fantasy must have been written all over my face as Emma gave me a big smile, squeezed my hand, ‘Don’t be a naughty husband!’ I lent forward, kissed her on the cheek, ‘A young, good looking fit guy takes an interest in my sexy, attractive wife...all I can say is he has very good taste!’ She broke into a bigger smile, ‘So, if temptation is placed in my way, my naughty hubby isn’t going to rescue me...’ I squeezed her thigh and whispered, ‘If you are tempted then all I can say is - taste the fruit, enjoy...’ She ran a finger over my lips, ‘If I have my hubby’s permission, then I just might!’ I didn’t hesitate, ‘Of course you have my permission...you know how much I’d like nothing more than watching my wife being fucked by a young horny guy...’ Emma smiled broadly, ran the palm of her hand down my cheek, ‘My kinky hubby, do love you...well, you’ll be pleased to know, I feel very horny right now...there’s nothing more I’d like than to be fucked by a young, horny guy and have my hubby watch...’ To cut a long story short, we went to the club, a basement room beneath a restaurant, small, hot, dark, Emma dancing with D, enjoying the fast records, enjoying the slow dances during which she made it known to D she was up for it, at some point inviting D back to our apartment, he smiling broadly when Emma told him I wasn’t a jealous husband. We left the club just after 1 in the morning, walked back to the apartment, Emma and D with arms around each other’s waists, me walking alongside them, all three of us chatting. In the apartment, Emma wasted no time and led D to the bedroom while I poured us each large glasses of red wine. I slipped into the bedroom with the wine but I could see Emma wasn’t interested in wine. The room was dark but light coming in through the slats of the blind was enough for me. D was flat on his back while Emma, fully clothed, sucked on his long, rigid cock. I took my place in the armchair, unzipped my chinos, eased out my cock and stroked it slowly, enjoying every second as Emma took more of D’s shaft inside her mouth, down her throat, me sipping my very pleasant Portuguese wine, D moaning low in growing ecstasy. It was another five minutes or so when Emma stopped sucking, pulled up, unclipped her skirt and slid it over her legs and feet, gave me a big smile and wink, pulled off her lacy knickers, throwing them in my direction, spreading her hips across D. I watched as she took D’s cock in hand and slowly brought her body down until D’s cockhead entered her pussy, then she let out a loud ‘Wow, that feel so good!’ as she slid all the way down, D’s long, thick cock filling her up. Emma began to rise and fall on his shaft, slowly at first, pulling off her top, leaning forward to invite D to suck her nipples. He obliged, kissing, sucking both nipples in turn, long and hard, Emma freezing to allow D full access, she moaning loudly as he sucked and bit her fully erect nipples. When he finally finished, she lent forward and they kissed very passionately, she then breaking away to re-start her slow fuck. With Emma’s knickers wrapped around my cock it wasn’t much longer before my balls exploded and my shaft shot what felt like a gallon of cum into the flimsy nylon, my spunk running down my fingers. But I wasn’t worried, Emma now pumping D’s cock in ever increasing faster strokes, both of them moaning loudly in mutual ecstasy, D letting out in his broken English a series of what definitely sounded like ‘fuck me, fuck me, come on, fuck me, fuck me!’ Emma was now moving up and down at what looked like a 100 miles per hour and I knew D couldn’t hold out much longer. I was right. Five or so minutes later he yelled out a very loud ‘Da!’, threw his head back, lifted his hips off the bed, and exploded deep inside Emma. She froze as his long shaft gave up its creamy hot bounty, five or six whiplashed jets of life-giving sperm shot into Emma’s cavernous womb. When he had finished shooting, she fell forward and once again they kissed very passionately for two or three minutes, breaking off to allow D to kiss and suck her nipples. When she climbed off a river of cum rolled down D’s still hard cock and Emma fell forward to suck the hot cream on his erect shaft. After a few minutes she broke off and turned to face me, walking over to kiss me, her tongue deep inside my mouth, leaving a large dollop of D’s cum on my tongue. Emma disappeared to the bathroom. D put his shaft back in his boxer shorts, zipped himself up, got up and left, saying not a word but tapping me on the shoulder, as he walked by, as if to say ‘many thanks for allowing me to fuck your wife...’ When Emma re-appeared she had fixed her hair and make-up, doused herself in some fabulous Opium cologne, disappointed D had left but pulling me to the bed, ‘Did you enjoy that darling? Your horny wife fucking that young stud?’ ‘Of course, it was just so fabulous...I knew it would be...I just knew my sexy wife would enjoy fucking a young guy, specially one with such a big cock...’ With that, I quickly undressed and joined my wife on the bed. She spread her legs and my cock grew hard again. Emma parted her pussy lips and I eased in my cockhead. Her pussy was still beautifully lubricated with the remains of D’s spunk and we began a long, exciting, enjoyable fuck. I kissed, licked, bit her nipples, left love bites on her boob to join those left there and on her neck by D as she moaned in ecstasy, willing me to shoot, yelling ‘fuck me, fuck me, harder, harder, come on, fuck your bitch wife, your whore wife...’ I held out for a good twenty minutes during which Emma orgasmed non-stop, me eventually giving it up, shooting deep into her hot womb, four or five jets of my creamy spunk inside her, over D’s cum, my seed mixing with his, a wonderfully erotically charged moment for me, to fuck my wife just minutes after another guy and me be able to leave my sperm over his. A few minutes later I eased my cock from within her, she leaning forward to suck its head and shaft, licking away my seed, then demanding that I go down on her, suck away my spunk while attending to her clitoris. I obeyed and as I found her clit, kissed it, sucked it, bit it, she went into a series of wild orgasms, her hips shaking wildly beneath my mouth. We fell asleep. I woke up with the sun pouring in through open blinds. Emma had made coffee, was on the balcony, sitting in the low morning sun. She was in a towel having showered but not dressed, little blue lacy knickers showing. We kissed. ‘Hope you don’t mind darling but I’ve invited D to come round to us tonight when he’s finished at his restaurant, sent him a text, he’s up for it...is that OK with you?’ My cock hardened inside my pyjamas, I broke into a large smile, lent forward, biting her gently on the neck, ‘You bet, my horny, sexy wife!’ Emma slid her hand inside my PJs, squeezed my stiff shaft, ‘Let’s have a quickie before breakfast’. With just over a week left of our holiday I could see this would be one we’d remember for a long time to come.