I woke around 7 am, the room still quite dark save for the sunlight creeping in around the edges of the sun curtain. I got up, pulled the curtains back sufficiently to allow enough light to see but not enough to wake Jen. I put on my dressing gown and ventured onto the balcony, the bright sunlight hurting my eyes momentarily. The patio was a mess, the table was filled with bottles and glasses, some empty, some not; and a bag of water that had been cubed ice. I peered over the balcony at the street below. Already people were making their way to work. The traffic was slowly building up too. The couple, who owned the café across the street, were busy setting up and putting out tables and chairs for their customers. He was dressed in black trousers and white shirt; she in a low-cut, knee-length, white summer dress with bold blue flowers. From this height and being less than 200 feet I could clearly see quite a lot of cleavage when she wiped tables or chairs, most of which was covered by a white bra. Both in their thirties, I would guess. As I shifted my position my bare feet stood on something soft. I looked down to find I was standing on Jenny's skirt the last piece of clothing Jen had removed last night. Next to her skirt was her top which she had removed and thrown at my feet. I looked over the balcony into the courtyard to where I saw her bra fall. There was no sign of it now. I assumed the youths had taken it as a trophy. I picked up her skirt, top and knickers by the lounger where she and Paul had started their play. I took her clothes inside and placed them on the desk. I went back outside and cleared away the bottles then brought the glasses and bag of water into the bathroom. I washed up and showered etc myself. When I came out from the bathroom Jen had made two mugs of tea and was sitting, naked, on the balcony. She would never dream of doing that before. I got dressed quickly as I didn't want to be around when Paul arrived. I know I had asked if I could watch but the changes were too uncomfortable. I just couldn't get my head around not being in control. I admonished my selfishness because Jen is a terrific woman and I could never hope to find her equal for me. Don't misunderstand me, I love women but Jen is perfect for me. It was hard for me just to hand control of my wife to a cad. Debbie is super intelligent but naive at the same time. I didn't think that was possible. I joined Jen on the balcony and sat at the patio table drinking tea with our usual sporadic conversation. We both stared down at the bustling street not really looking at anything specific; just watching the world go by. I felt odd being fully dressed sitting opposite my naked wife. Her boobs are very large but don't sag as much as many breasts I've seen. She has her little imperfections but to me she is perfect and perhaps she is to Paul too as he can't seem to get enough of her. Jen sent a text and then went to shower. I picked up her phone and read the message to Paul. It was just one word, "Up." This was way out of character for me. I got up from the table and on my way to the door called into the bathroom. "I'm just popping out Jen!" "Will you be back for breakfast?" "Yeah, I should be." "Can you get me a Word Search?" "Yes, sure. See you later." "Ok!" I opened the door and as I stepped into the corridor Paul was approaching. "That was good timing! Are you going out?" "Yeah! I thought I give you two some space." He patted me on the arm, "I'm sorry about this, mate." he said insincerely. "Yeah?! Sure you are!" I replied with equal insincerity and strode off toward the lifts. I bought some English newspapers and a Word Search book at a nearby store. On the way back I called in at the café across the street from the hotel. I was served by Busty, the Spanish lady I observed this morning. Close up she was a little older than I thought. She was possibly in her early 40s and a little chubbier than I thought earlier too. Her dress was not nearly as low-cut as my balcony view suggested. I took my coffee (the Spanish can't make tea) and headed to the few free tables outside. The thrum of conversations some of which I could understand as I passed the tables filled with locals and other nationals. As I approached the door I was forced to one side by a sudden inrush of people headed by a very large, 60+ Spanish woman who was steering her smaller husband through the café and complaining bitterly. She stopped to look into my face, "Dirty English!", she spat the words at me with absolute disgust; "Dirty English!" she repeated then continued leading the throng to the interior complaining to the other customers as she went. I shrugged my shoulders and continued outside. Many tables outside had been vacated so I chose the one I set on as I arrived. I opened one of my papers but became aware of a crowd around me. Some had seated themselves at my table without introduction or request. They showed no interest in me as they had turned the seats toward the street. I followed their focus and settled upon a couple, that were obviously having sex on the balcony. I was mortified. I composed myself and looking around noted there were quite a few women amongst the audience and far from being disgusted they were being entertained. There were perhaps eight standing including the owners I saw earlier who were standing beside me. I looked up at our room to see Jen bent over the balcony with Paul behind her and got an insight to the view the youths had last night -which would be considerable- if I were standing in the courtyard of the hotel. Jenny was naked her breasts swinging wildly to the rhythm of the thrusts. Paul, still wearing his red tee shirt; his khaki shorts, I assume, around his ankles, was pounding into Jenny. In contrast to last night the crowd watched in near the sex show my wife and my friend were putting on. Behind me someone called out in Spanish and all those that were standing disappeared along with some others including those that had invaded my table. I knew from their pace that Paul's ejaculation was imminent and no sooner had I thought it when Jen was suddenly upright. Her pussy pressed against the glass to a gasp from everyone around me as Paul emptied his balls into my wife’s womb. Even at this distance her features were quite striking. You could see she was in her fifties and it was obvious that she was being taken by a younger lover. Even at 150- 200 feet her breasts looked large and firm and except for a small pot belly her figure was good. Her vagina, lacking the hair of youth, seemed shaven from this distance and its lips evident each time it was pressed against the glass. I looked at my watch, 8.05. I thought I'd give Paul a few more minutes, then wonder over and take a hungry Jenny to breakfast. I finished my coffee and prepared to leave when I noticed the audience, or what was left of it, was still transfixed on our balcony. I looked up to see Jenny was on her knees giving Paul a blow job. Maybe she's cleaning him up I thought. Perhaps I should have one more coffee and then go over. I went back inside to find there was no-one at the counter. A man sitting there tapped my arm and pointed upward. I nodded and smiled my understanding. I went to leave when he grabbed my arm, "Café Señor?" "Si, Por favor, Señor." I replied in poor Spanish. The old man smiled and went behind the counter. He handed over my coffee but waved away my offer of payment. "Gracias Señor" I thanked and returned to my table. I looked up as I sat down and was surprised to see Jenny, with her right profile to us, sitting on the white plastic patio table which was now up against the left-hand wall of our balcony. She was reclined against the wall, her feet on the patio chairs supporting her weight with Paul between her legs, his hands on her hips, his arse pumping from right to left. In this position Paul had to do all the work as Jen couldn't help him so his pace alternated between fast and slow. Periodically Jenny would look over at us during her intercourse. Occasionally she would wrap her legs around him. At one point the young German couple in the next room peered around the balcony wall that the table was knocking against. Jenny and Paul stopped, but their voyeurs, including me, were waiting for them to see if the show was over. Instead, Jen keeping her profile to us bent over the table so Paul could take her from behind. Now we could see Paul's cock enter her. People around me cheered and clapped as he did. I never thought that there would be so many couples interested in watching another couple fucking but they were loving it. The disgusted ones had long disappeared. A few minutes more of watching Paul fucking Jenny for all he was worth then grabbing her hips and raising her a little as he came filling her pussy with more cum. He held her there for more than a minute to ensure he was completely spent then pulling out to more clapping. Paul turned his back to us immediately, pulled up his underpants then disappeared into the room pulling his khaki shorts up as he went. Jenny gave a little wave and then went inside. My fellow customers, especially the women stood and were clapping her as she went. I learned two things today. Jen is an exhibitionist and people are not always too disgusted to sit through a whole sex act. I waited another ten minutes and then leisurely wondered back to the hotel room. They had been at it for about an hour. Maybe that's where I've been going wrong. I might last ten to fifteen minutes and even then only once. It was nearly 8:40 when I got to the room. With breakfast closing at 9:30 am there wouldn't be much choice. I was surprised to find Jen dressed when I got into the room. "You're dressed?! Have you had a shower?!" "Yes, of course! You saw me in there!" I thought you dirty bitch. She hadn't washed with at least two lots of cum in her. I decided not to press the point. Paul and Debbie were not at breakfast. I had hoped to hear what excuse he would give to Debbie for being so late to breakfast. After breakfast we returned to the room for the beach bag and cash from the safe etc. We hired four loungers and settled down, me to my papers and Jen to her new Word Search puzzle book. Jen was wearing a full swimsuit today so I was a little surprised when she untied it from her neck and rolled it down to her waist. I had to admire her determination to go topless but still I had to ask. "Why did you wear a swimsuit if you were going topless?" "I hate my stomach." "But everyone can see your stomach?" "Yes, but it's not so bad when I'm lying down." Amused I returned to my papers. "Will you rub some lotion on me?" Jen asked turning onto her Stomach. I rubbed the lotion in and when I was done she turned onto her back and a strong smell of male sperm hit me. I handed her the bottle of lotion and dived back to my lounger. I can't stand the smell of it. I really don't know how other men can lick sperm from a woman after sex with another man. Not for me I'm afraid. "Morning!" came the trill and jolly voice of Debbie as they approached with several bags. Looking up and shielding my eyes from the sun. "Morning! Have you been shopping again?" I enquired. It beats flowers I suppose I thought to myself. "Yes, do you want to see?!" she asked excitedly. "If we must." I replied heartily Paul never said a word. Perhaps he had a strangulated hernia or something. "Let us get settled then we'll show you, won't we Paul?" "Yes." he said reluctantly "Didn't see you at breakfast?" "No. Paul wanted to find me a present and so he ordered breakfast in bed for me because he knew he wouldn't get back in time. He is such a sweety!" "Yes he certainly knows how to share the love, don't you think Jen?" Jenny jabbed me hard in the ribs with her nearest elbow. "Steve! You're such a tease!" Debbie giggled. I was the only one amused by the fact that in more than an hour of searching and missing breakfast Paul couldn't decide what to buy for his lovely wife and had to bring her along to pick something out herself anyway. LOLOL. After being "entertained" by their purchases we settled down.