Hi, we are James and Elizabeth, married for over 20 years, grown up kids flown the nest and recently new to the lifestyle. We are both writing this together, but telling the tale from James perspective initially, then Elizabeth will complete the tale.
We have loitered here for a little while and have decided to take the plunge and tell the tale of our first real experience.
Experiencing other partners or swapping has frequently been a whispered part of our fantasies during love-making. Jame she’s always been more up front and keen to try it, Elizabeth has always been happy to indulge the fantasy but nervous of ever trying it for real.
In late 2019 we were on holiday together for a couple of weeks in Sharm el Sheik, Egypt. First holiday abroad for a few years, and the first without any kids, it was an opportunity to indulge ourselves. For a little context, Elizabeth had been under confident and a little out of shape for some time but had recently begun to join James on cycling trips, the occasional jog and had joined a gym, losing a couple of stones for the holiday and was looking forward to having the chance to wear lots of new outfits; dresses for dinner/ drinks and bikinis for the first time in decades since starting making little people!
Anyway, to set the scene; fancy coastal hotel with a large open air pool, bathing areas, opening straight onto the beach, beach and pool restaurants and bar and a jetty for snorkelling and scuba diving.
First evening was lovely, dinner, cocktails and wonderful romantic love-making in our room, and on the balcony overlooking the pool area and the beach and Red Sea.
The first two days were spent switching off from life, lying by the pool, sipping cocktails, and with Elizabeth gradually wearing less and less as her skin took on a sunnier shade than the usual Northern English pasty white.
On the third morning we were walking across the pool deck to our chosen loungers, already changed into shorts and bikini, with towels etc underarm. As we were arranging the beds and spreading towels, I mentioned to Liz that as we’d walked across the deck, had she noticed how that table of 3 guys had fallen silent as we passed and their heads had turned to follow her progress. Liz laughed this off, said she hadn’t noticed at all and not to be so silly. After we were laid out sunbathing I said that they had all watched as she had moved around the sun bed arranging towels and her bag and removed her sundress and that they’d particularly noticed when she’d then bent over, back to them, to fold her dress and push her bag beneath the bed. She laughed and shrugged it off and nothing else was said for a while.
I was due to head off for the first of several scuba lessons and after half an hour or so set for for the scuba school, leaving Liz sunbathing and arranging to meet for lunch in the pool bar.
I returned just over 2 hours later to find the sun beds still laid out with our stuff, but no sign of Liz. Assuming she was visiting the loo, I wandered over to the bar to order a beer and get us a table for lunch, and saw her sat on a stool at the bar. She had put her sundress back on and was chatting to one of the 3 guys who had been at the table with his friends earlier. They each had an empty glass and a half empty glass in front of them, and she was chatting animatedly with him.
As I approached, she looked up, threw a huge smile at me, held out her hand and beckoned me over, introducing me to this guy. He half turned, smiled, shook me hand we said our hellos and chatted for a few minutes. His name was Mike, he was from the States and on a vacation with a handful of friends, some of who were couples, but he was a widower in his late 50s ( Liz and I are 48). Liz and I had to eat, so finished our drinks and drifted off to our table.
Lunch was nice and I teased Liz about how obviously Mike was interested in her, asking how they’d ended up chatting. She said it had happened quite accidentally, she had come to the bar for some shade and a drink and he sauntered over and they naturally fell into conversation. She did say that he had invited her to join him for lunch but she’d said I was due back soon.
Anyway, our conversation meandered and after lunch we returned to our sun loungers. As we sat chatting with drinks I mentioned Mike once more and asked if she liked him. Liz said she thought he was very personable, quite attractive and had made her laugh and feel very comfortable. So I tentatively suggested she consider making the opportunity for another drink with him that afternoon when I was away on my second scuba lesson. Rather typically, she s
Laughed and said that it wouldn’t be a problem if it happened but she didn’t feel comfortable going looking for him. As we chatted, and I reassured her how nice she looked and how much he obviously that so too, and reminded her of the view they had had of her that morning, she did ask a few times various versions of the question “ was a I truly ok with the idea of her having a drink with him?”
Suffice to say, I returned at around 4 pm and found the sun loungers still laid out with towels etc, no sign of Elizabeth but her sundress was folded in her bag.
I wandered over to the bar.
Sure enough, Liz was perched on a stool at the bar, half of what had to have been a large sign and tonic in front of her, and Mike stood alongside, quite close, back to the bar, sideways on to her and their respective personal space definitely overlapping. She was sat cross- legged in her bikini, looking very sun-kissed and her body language signalling clearly she was comfortable and enjoying the one on one conversation and attention. I stood momentarily watching, my heart thumping, but completely enjoying the sight of my lovely wife, looking wonderful in a bikini, hair and nails newly finished especially for this holiday, laughing and completely engrossed in animated conversation with a guy she had admitted she found attractive. Most of you I hope will understand that strange sense of pride and pleasure and nervous stomach flipping tension I felt realising she had sieved the day, so to speak.
She hadn’t noticed me, so I returned to the sun loungers and lay down to read my book, with a significant erection beginning to cause an issue.
Eventually, Liz appeared, looking flushed from the generous GnTs and full of excited chat, albeit in surprised whispers. She recounted how she had toyed with the idea of accidentally on purpose circling the pool area and bar looking if Mike was around but had decided against it feeling it might be too brazen. Anyway, after an hour or so, he appeared next to her sun bed and began chatting. He’d complimented her politely but directly upon her figure and asked if she would join him for a drink in the shade, on the condition that she didn’t think I would mind. As she had stood to accompany him, she had reached for her sundress, but he had said that in the shade she wouldn’t need the dress and it’d be a crime to cover up her lovely figure. Anyway, she recounted excitedly their entire conversation and emphasised that he had asked several times to confirm that I wouldn’t mind....she made a point of stressing that she had told him pointedlybthat not only would I not mind, but had actually encouraged her. She mentioned that as their chat ebbed and flowed, he had naturally drawn closer to her and that with a couple of drinks sunk, there had been a few occasions when either one or the other would emphasise a point by placing a palm on the others forearm and that on two occasions ( she counted) he lightly touched his finger tips to her upper thigh. When he did so he held her gaze as he talked and she returned it levels....she said the atmosphere was taut and crackling with static and that she had felt herself reddening and realising exactly the significance of the moments.
Well, as you can imagine...although this was completely vanilla, we were on fire, and returned to our room in a high state of arousal, practically tearing into each other and having sex more passionately that either of us oiled remember.
In the aftermath, Liz asked that we have dinner early and then browse the attached shooing street ( very fake and Disney fried Arab style street scene) so as soon as dinner was complete, we went to the market stalls, and very swiftly Liz purchased and much more adult style bikini with a lot less material than her usual styles, and a n almost transparent poncho style beach dress. We then went for a few cocktails and she went quiet, I asked what was up. She hesitatingly talked about what had happened and asked if I minded. Obviously I reassured her that not only did I not mind, but loved every minute of what she had told me, reminded her of how amazing the sex was on,y an hour or two before hand and asked what she was driving at. She admitted that she loved the attention, that she enjoyed the fact that there was no pretence, that it was obvious that there was a sexual chemistry and that my complete agreement was so apparent to both her and Mike and that made it even more sexually heightened. She said she wanted to repeat it again the next day, not to take it further but just for fun. I decided to take the bull by the horns and took her hands and asked her quietly, “ earlier, sex in the room. In your mind, was that me or Mike you were fucking so hard” She blushed and went silent, obviously conflicted but admitted eventually that she had been fantasising about him when she had climaxed so hard.
so I said to her that I was completely onside with whatever she wanted to do.
Suddenly it seems like she was almost about to burst into tears and I thought I’d ruined everything, but she shook her head. Eventually she calmed and said that Mike had asked her if she would meet him the following morning. She had said no. Then she said just at the moment she got up to leave the bar, she had had a rush of blood and had asked fo his number. That already that evening they had exchanged a couple of innocuous texts, but that she felt conflicted....incredibly excited as a aroused, but disloyal and unfaithful even though nothing had occurred.
I looked at her and told her that I knew what she had bought the bikini. That if she would like to meet him, then to text him right then and there and set a time.
So she did, she texted him and arranged to meet at 10 for drinks in the pool bar.
The next morning, she looked absolutely amazing...a much skimpier bikini and quite surprisingly, low kitten heels making the most of her legs. Watching her stand and walk away from our loungers towards the bar, seeing heads turn for my wife, knowing she was deliberately dressed (barely) for this mini-date was an incredible sight. On this occasion, when I returned from my scuba lesson there was a text waiting for me from Liz. Liz will now take up the story.
I’d been really intimidated by underconfidence for years. Suddenly we were going somewhere sunny, no kids, no responsibility. I was determined to get fit again and to be able to look good in a bikini. So I suppose I was ready for compliments and attention. I was flattered and intrigued by Mike’s attention and with James reassurance, felt comfortable doing nothing to discourage him, but determined to not go too far.
Well , that morning I felt amazing...for the first time in as long as I could remember, deliberately and overtly sexy. The single cocktail turned into early lunch which turned into Mike inviting me to joining him in the hotel spa. He offered to pay for a treatment, but I declined, insisting upon paying for my own treatment, not wanting to feel in any way obliged. So, I texted James, and told him I’d see him after his afternoon scuba session and went to my room to get ready. I felt a massive conflict of emotions. But when I met Mike downstairs in the lobby, we walked together to the spa and I felt incredible. There was obvious sexual tension between us and here I was walking for a couples spa session with a man no mu husband. Long stairs short, we had individual changing rooms and met in the massage room in gowns with a paper underwear beneath. On side by side tables we had our couples massage. The two therapists obviously thought we were a couple which was funny, but only served to heighten my arousal. Afterwards, we took a couples sauna and jacuzzi and very soon after entering Mike politely said that I should feel comfortable removing my towel, that he would keep his on if I preferred. I told him I was fine with removing towels and I Flt like I’d feint. Undoing and removing the towel felt like stepping into the Lions den but I was trembling with nerves and excitement. I didn’t dare look down at Mikes naked body when he undid his towel and waited till he had turned sideways and laid down with his eyes closed. I wa sat upright, leg crossed. I took a couple of glimpses at Mikes naked chest and tummy and eventually his cock. The first cock I’d seen other than James’ since we married. It was nice. Thick and masculine, not circumcised and laying gently to one side. I could feel my tummy turning and my nipples hardening. So nervous.
I lay down on my tummy. Mikes head turned and he spoke. All I could hear was blood rushing through my head, like being buried beneath the surf on a stormy beach. As he talked and I listened, I felt like I was having an out of body experience, not in control, like I was on strings being operated elsewhere. I rolled over, Mike fell silent. I could feel his eyes on me. My eyes were clenched shut. I could feel his eyes on my body.my breasts, my naked thighs, tummy, oh christ did I shave, oh shit I hope it looks nice. What if he hates my body.
I opened my eyes. Mike was at up, his towel across his lap. Shit he was about to leave. I knew this was a mistake. I asked if he was ok. He laughed nervously and said yes, but he didn’t want to embarrass me. I looked down and saw his towel was draped across his election. I put my towel across my hips, covering my thigh and crotch. Silence.
He said “sorry”
So I got up and walked the two steps to him and kissed him. He kissed me back. Said something about how gorgeous he thought I was, compliments streaming at me. I hungrily passionately snogged him and felt his hands on my hips. To give him a green light I dropped my hands to his lap and rubbed his erection through the towel. He asked if he could touch me. I said yes please. He oushe his hand up beneath my towel and found my pussyfoot immediately. I opened my thighs slightly, he squeezed some fingers beneath me, cupping my pussy. I must have said something or sighed or moaned or something, and stood up straight. He lowered his head to my breasts and urgent,y started kissing my breasts and nipples. I had my hands on the back of his head and was gently moving my crotch against his palm. A door opened into the outer changing room. We broke hurriedly apart, gasping, flustered, grabbing for the towels, I felt his fingers slip out of me. Christ I hadn’t even noticed them slip inside of me. I sat down with the towel around me, gasping and staring down at his erection. It seems enormous , thrusting up against his stomach as he sat on the bench.
He was covering himself and simply said “ fucking hell Elizabeth” I couldn’t speak, in the context, it was the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard said to me, I felt like I could orgasm on the spot. After a few moments I gasped something like “ I know, I know. Jesus” and then “ when do you leave to go home”
He said he was leaving 3 days hence. I realised what I wanted more than anything, that I had no excuse or reason not to. All I could mumble was “ ok then. Tomorrow ?” Mike very gently asked if I was certain that James was completely onside, if I was sure. I couldn’t speak, simply nodded. Mike said, tomorrow then, after lunch.
That evening, I told James everything that had occurred, and obviously he wanted me to go over details again and again.
That evening I agreed to let James select another ne bikini which we purchased. In agreement with James, after we had lunch the next day, a surreal experience, James went for hi afternoon scuba lesson and I went up to our room and put on my special bikini, beach wrap and heels, and went down to meet Mike in the pool bar.
This has taken an age for us both to write. We hope you enjoy it. We certainly have.
If it appeals then please let us know and we will recount what else happened over the next few days.
James and Elizabeth.
