This is long! It’s taken me ages to write it, correct it, until my wife Radka and I were happy with it. Hope you enjoy it. It was summer 2009, our second wedding anniversary, and we were at my time share on the Algarve, our first proper two-week break since we first met back in 2005. It was the second marriage for both of us, Radka got married in 1968, divorced in 1990, me (Simon) married in 75, divorced in 99, Radka born in 1955, me twelve years older. Radka had been so busy on her research project there had been very little time for holidays, just a honeymoon week in Bulgaria in summer 2007, meeting her parents, family and friends, then back to the UK. She was (still is!) quite a looker, not baby pretty, more sultry attractive, not stick slim but curvy, great boobs and fantastic legs and, aware of her shapely pins, wore her skirts sufficiently high above the knee to emphasize to the world she had attractive thighs. For parties she would wear even shorter skirts revealing a subtle hint of lacy top stockings, providing the men a wonderful sight, and an entre for Radka to flirt outrageously with all the good-looking fellas. Soon after meeting Radka I discovered she enjoyed sex big time, far more than me, but I soon caught up and were fucking like rabbits. So, no surprise, as part of my courtship, I bought her a whole new drawer of sexy lingerie. Apart from ‘quickies’ when we’d fuck soon as we woke up in the mornings, or she’d suck me off coming back from the weekly shop, Radka would dress for sex – basque, stockings, high heels, and, one evening, admitted that during the communist days in Bulgaria while at university she was a hooker, sleeping with the professors for hard-needed money for food and clothing, eventually becoming the mistress of one of the university professors. It was her way of explaining why, in 2009, she was so much into sex, the reason why she loved to be fucked, loved to flirt with guys, both young ones and older mature types. I wasn’t complaining! Yet although she looked sexier than when I first met her, on the surface she looked like she wouldn’t melt butter, quiet, undemonstrative, more a listener than a talker, until she had a few glasses of that strong Bulgarian red, she’d relax, become chattier, friendlier, followed by some of that outrageous flirting with a good looking man, or two, whenever we were at a party, or with a young, handsome waiter in a restaurant. She’d laugh, giggle and whisper ‘I’m always on heat, I’m a nympho!’ Yes, we were married but because of our previous failed marriages we decided we weren’t going to be possessive. Did that mean we were in an ‘open marriage’? We both dislike that phrase! Instead, Radka and I maintained a ‘relaxed’ frame of mind. We didn’t discuss it, didn’t come to an ‘understanding’. We agreed we didn’t own each other, we were adult, pragmatic, we both enjoyed sex and if it presented itself we would not be coy. And it often did when Radka was away at conferences. We agreed that if picked up by a fella, he must be good looking, the sex must be enjoyable, and she should be safe at all times. And she should text me if she got ‘lucky’! I did admit to her that I rather liked the idea of my sexy, attractive wife being fucked by other (good looking) men. She laughed, said she’d see what she could do! At the timeshare we had our own pool, or rather one we shared with just a few other owners, a high circular wall allowing us a degree of privacy. Day One Radka had no interest in looking around the town, or going to the beach for sunbathing. She was more interested in getting round the pool, under the sun, turning olive skin to a dark tan. She slipped on one of her bikinis, went straight from apartment to pool, laid out in the burning sun. I joined her an hour or so later, once the chambermaids had cleaned the apartment and I’d had a cigar on the patio. As I arrived she went topless and worked factor 15 into her boobs, arms, tummy and legs, turning over to get me to cover her back. By noon most of the other occupants of the apartments were around the pool, some three other couples, one mid-aged, two younger, fitter, more attractive. Under the umbrella I read one of my paperbacks, occasionally looking up, eventually clocking that the woman opposite was looking at me whenever I lifted my head. At first I gave it no thought then began to take a closer look. She had marriage rings on her finger so assumed the guy alongside her was hubby. They were both in their 30s, slim, good looking. She was blond with sunburnt skin, perfect-looking boobs, not too large, not too small. Hubby was swarthy, Greek looking, a massive Tom Jones medallion on his chest. From where I sat his tiny swimming briefs left nothing to the imagination. His manhood appeared impressive. When his wife got up to swim, she kissed him before diving into the pool. She swam for about five minutes, me mesmerized, and when she finished she lifted herself out of the pool directly in front of me, nipples on her boobs erect like bullets, she giving me a big smile, me returning it, watching her as she walked around the pool back to her lounger, me admiring the dragon tattoo on the small of her back, the various gold chains that adorned her neck, waist, ankle. Inside my trunks I had a massive hard on and wanted to take Radka back to our apartment and bonk for hours. Which we did, of course, after lunch. Then, after some very enjoyable sex, sipping our wine, Radka asked if I had noticed the couple opposite us in the pool. Yes, I had, I replied, they were a handsome looking young couple. Yes, she agreed and said the husband had smiled at her a few times. Should we get to know them? Why not? I answered, stating that I had not failed to notice the very attractive wife, her firm boobs, the erect nipples, Radka adding she believed the hubby was admiring her figure, her boobs, me adding that his skimpy briefs left little to the imagination. ‘I’d noticed that!’ laughed Radka. ‘He looks a big boy!’ So, that afternoon, we introduced ourselves, they warmly welcoming our friendliness. They were Jennifer, or Jenni, and he was Antonio, or Tony, he Maltese, not Greek. They were from Essex, on a short break from their successful clothing business. We sat alongside them for the remainder of the afternoon, gently chatting, exchanging all the usual personal information, occasionally swimming in the pool, eventually discovering they were celebrating their tenth wedding anniversary, while Radka and I were celebrating our second, me suggesting we all go out that evening to break open the Champagne. I wore one of my Hawaiian shirts and slacks, Radka opted for her denim mini, butterfly-design thong, and a bolero top under which she was braless. We met them outside, by the pool, Jennie looking stunning in tartan mini, white knee socks, and a white top, she also braless, nipples unashamedly on display beneath the thin cotton. We guided them to a local bar where we had champagne cocktails, then to one of our favorite restaurants, and around midnight back to another bar which had a disco in the basement. On a couple of occasions we swapped partners for dancing, one session being a collection of slow records during which Jenni wasn’t slow in getting up close and personal, the champagne and wine clearly having relaxed her, arms wrapped around my neck, me reacting by getting a hard on! My initial embarrassment soon disappeared as it became obvious she was enjoying it, we both eventually kissing, quite passionately, me wondering what Tony was thinking, fully expecting him to storm over, break us up. I shouldn’t have worried. In the disco’s dim lighting I could see he and Radka were also snogging, both clearly enjoying it. When the slow records came to an end I expected to see Radka and Tony on the floor. They weren’t there, obviously left the disco, where to I didn’t know but Jenni had an inkling – the beach. ‘Shall we join them?’ We walked hand in hand, in the dark across the sand, down to the water’s edge and there they were, lying alongside each other. As we approached Radka placed in my hand a ball of nylon – her thong! ‘Don’t lose them darling, put them in your pocket!’ And inside the lacy nylon was a used condom. She and Tony had fucked and once again I felt very proud of my wife, being rogered by a handsome young man. I just hope she enjoyed it, didn’t get too much sand where it might hurt! We walked back to the time share, Tony and Radka arm in arm, me and Jenni likewise. Not a word was said but once we arrived Tony took Radka to their apartment and I took Jenni to ours. There, on the bed, we undressed, kissed very passionately, lots of pent up desire, then Jenni took me in her mouth and gave me the most wonderful of blow jobs, bags of loving TLC, her technique much, much better than Radka’s, me eventually exploding in her mouth, she swallowing most of my cum, except for one little blob on her tongue, transferring it to my mouth as we kissed. I had to take time to recover, at my age it’s impossible to avoid. I lit a cigar, poured us both some whiskey and as she played with my cock and balls, occasionally taking a drag on my cigar, occasionally kissing, we chatted, she admitted to what I’d half guessed – she and hubby were swingers. Not heavy! She added. Just occasionally, with some friends. As we discussed the lifestyle so I slowly grew more excited and once my manhood was back to full rock hard strength she placed me on my back and climbed on my cock for a cowgirl style fuck, me owning up to having no condoms, Radka and I didn’t use them. ‘Oh well, hate them anyway’ was her response. This time I wasn’t on a short fuse and lasted a good twenty minutes during which we both moaned our mutual enjoyment and ecstasy as well as kissing very passionately, me licking, kissing, biting Jenni’s nipples. By the time I shot my load, we were both sweating like pigs, Jenni lifting her body until her pussy was over my face, she ordering me to lick my cum from her. I did, an amazing erotic experience, not something Radka and I had never done. After a short break, Jenni brought me up hard again, this time asking me to fuck her mouth. I duly obliged and went for ages before finally shooting, bringing my manhood back to the front of her mouth so Jenni could taste my cum on her tongue, avoiding it going straight down her throat. We then showered and went again! As for Tony and Radka, my sexy wife reported back - their lovemaking followed a similar pattern, they too having a very enjoyable time. Yes, of course, he was well endowed and Radka said he went in so deep it was a truly stunning experience, she eventually orgasming numerous times during their first round of lovemaking, Tony eventually shooting gallons of spunk, filling up a very happy, satisfied Radka. After sucking him up hard again he wanted to fuck her mouth but she asked him not to, worried about his size in her mouth. Instead she gave him one of her blow job specials – bags of slow TLC and when he shot she swallowed every last drop. A short break and Tony was fully recovered but this time he rolled on a condom, lubricated himself and Radka and slowly worked himself inside her anus, a favourite position of mine and Radka’s. It was, said Radka, one of the most amazing experiences she’d ever had, he was in so deep it sent shock waves up her spine! After showering they made love one more time before falling asleep. No contest! Radka and I knew this was a fabulous way to celebrate our second wedding anniversary, we just had to repeat our stunning experiences with Tony and Jenni again. And we did! We swung with them repeatedly for the full fortnight and back in the UK we joined them at theirs for a weekend during which three other couples joined us for what was my and Radka’s very first swing party, the first of quite a few either at Tony and Jenni’s or one of their friends. Radka took to the lifestyle like a duck to water. Once a glass of wine had relaxed her, she enjoyed fucking and sucking young good-looking men plus a very virile older handsome army officer chap, name of Derek, who made contact with her later who she began to see for the occasional evenings out when he came to London, dinner, theatre, enjoying his virility, he giving her gifts of lingerie, jewelry, etc. At some of Tony and Jenni’s get togethers Radka would be in one of her insatiable moods and make sure she experienced four, five, even six different men! I was so proud of her and had to pinch myself to ensure it wasn’t all a dream – I really was married to this wonderful sexy lady! That was then. Today, eleven years later, Radka and I are still in love with the lifestyle. Not so intense these days, especially with the lockdown this year, but we still have great sex drives and enjoy meeting the occasional couple for a weekend away, the hubbies always very impressed at Radka’s sexual energy. We are still friends with Tony and Jenni who now live near Cambridge, and we meet with them at least once a year for reliving some lovely memories and enjoying some great sex. As well as that, the older military gentleman (Derek) made fresh contact with Radka, after such a long gap, and Radka has written this last section - I do like older men who have taken care of themselves, remained in good shape physically, have a fun outlook on life, so was very pleased when Derek made contact with me again, out of the blue, eleven years after we’d had such a lovely time together (I still have the bra and knickers sets he gave me all those years ago!). Now in his 80s, his wife no longer alive, his daughter married and in New Zealand, he was living alone in his country cottage near Chichester, would I like to join him for Christmas or New year, or both. Loved to! was my answer but – with hubby! I told him we were both together, still in love, still very married, but still into our sex and if he was as sprightly as he was eleven years ago then we’d love to join him for New Year’s. No worries there he said, just as sprightly, just as horny. With that I gave him my email address and received a shower of snaps of his very fit body (and impressive manhood!). The New Year break went wonderfully well, Derek was very horny, I was very horny, hubby was very happy watching the two of us fuck like rabbits! We did it again August bank holiday after the lockdown was lifted, slightly different this time with hubby going home after a few days, me staying the rest of the week with Derek who, at 80, was an amazing lover, still able to produce impressive amounts of sperm, helped by the Viagra and, as he said, me being a nympho! I took that to be a compliment!