After lunch I got the impression that the after lunch fuck had been "forgotten" and so I thought I'd remind them. "Aren’t you two going to see the bigger yachts on the far side of the Marina today?" I had to admire their unflinching response. "I thought I'd leave it till our last day! What do you think Jen?" Paul said, glaring at me. "Yes tomorrow would be better." she answered without looking up from her puzzle book. It's amazing how much a sore cock and pussy can reduce mobility, I thought. The rest of the afternoon went by restfully. We strolled back to the hotel mostly in silence. We were no sooner in our room when Jenny rounded on me. "You've been an absolute pig today!" "I disagree. I sat through your shagging last night and gave you space to shag some more this morning. In what way does that make me a pig?" "You all but told Debbie what was going on." "I was being humorous." "It's about your pride isn't it?" "Yes it is!" "I was the one humiliated, not you!" "Really!? You weren't even aware of your humiliation and still wouldn't if I hadn't fallen off the lounger. I, on the other hand, have had to watch, support and tolerate your humiliation of me, by the very arse-hole that humiliated you, not once but several times!" "How are you humiliated? You always wanted me to fuck Paul!" "Yes, in the privacy of our own home with both of us in agreement not sitting in a café with every thrust and ejaculation of Paul's cum filling my wife's fanny being cheered and applauded by people watching my humiliation." Jenny stood in stunned silence. I wondered what she might say next. "You were in the café?" she blushed "Yes!" "I wasn't trying to humiliate you. I was trying to embarrass Paul." "And how was fucking Paul, in public, going to embarrass him?" "Initially, it was Paul's idea to have sex on the balcony and at first I refused, then he reminded me that I promised he could have me where, when and how he liked. Thursday afternoon we had sex on the balcony for the first time. At first we were both turned on by it and Paul decided that we should do it on the balcony all the time. I agreed but when we drew a small crowd across the street he wasn't so keen. I told him there was no going back. I think he knew it was the balcony or nothing. Half the fun was Paul's discomfort and then I got to like being watched. Paul's nervousness made his ejaculations much more intense and that was the icing on the cake for me." "I did notice he ran into the room while you stayed to wave at your audience." "I was waving to the people on the roof across the street." I remembered the old man pointing upward which I took to be the bedroom but he was actually pointing to the roof. At least 15 left the front of the café including Busty and her husband. "There must have been quite a crowd on that roof." "Yes there was. A lot more than yesterday and it was exciting for me to see them watching from the roof today." she answered,” and more today where you were sitting. Paul hurried the first one so I made him do it again though it took him ages to cum the second time." she continued. I was delighted it wasn't going so smoothly for Paul. Suddenly my pride was restored. "So that's why he was reluctant this afternoon?" "Yes I think so but I'm sure he'll be back tonight when it's dark." "So you won't be carrying on after Sunday?" "I'm enjoying what I'm doing. Do you mind if we concentrate on that for now?" "Ok. Actually, Jen, I feel better than I have for days. Perhaps I can support you more than I have." "Thank you." she kissed me on the cheek, "tea?" she offered brightly. We joined Paul and Debbie for the evening buffet meal which we had nearly every evening since we arrived. Everything had changed. I had changed. The whole friendship had changed. Debbie and I continued as we always had but we had changed too. Jenny had changed; she was more like her old sexy self. Paul had shown me a mercenary side and that has damaged our friendship. What had changed the most is I was happier to help Jen have whatever good time she wanted with Paul. While we dined we all decided we would stay around the hotel tonight and have a last night party tomorrow (Saturday). While Paul and Debbie were at the buffet counter, Jenny asked me if I would find a way of letting her and Paul have a finale on Sunday before we leave. Jenny and I always extend our check out time until our flight time and so it had been pre-arranged that Paul and Debbie's luggage would be moved into our room at 10 am Sunday. When I told Jenny that I would she was visibly excited. Her excitement melted any jealousy I felt. In fact, I was feeling a little turned on by it suddenly. By 8 pm all four of us were sitting on our balcony. Jenny and I shared the lounger, Paul and Debbie the patio chairs. We hadn't shared such a relaxed evening since the first evening when all four of us were sober and no skullduggery had been implemented. Paul pulled me to one side asking if everything was all right with us as he sensed a more mosphere. I told him Jenny had asked for my support and if that meant enabling their liaisons so be it. I told him Jenny was looking for one such liaison on Sunday and thus I was planning to ask Debbie to help me choose a present for Jenny on Sunday. He thought it was a great idea but asked if that now meant there would be no more activity until Sunday. He seemed genuinely pleased when I told him it was entirely up to Jen. Around midnight Debbie was flagging, made her excuses, and made to leave for bed. I escorted her to the door and asked the big favour. With Sunday planned I thanked her, watched her walk along the corridor and wondered would we...? By the time I got back to the balcony Paul, was sitting next to Jenny, his hand already up her short, low-cut, white dress fingering her pussy. Jenny had her hand wrapped around his cock and was slowly wanking it while gently stroking his balls with the other. I sat on a patio chair and watched with renewed interest. Without hesitation she bent down to take him in her mouth. I became erect watching her lap, lick and suck his cock; noisily, greedily, regularly taking his length. I was suddenly aware of the animal noises from the street off to my right that I recognised from last night. Without standing I ducked down, dived past Paul and Jen into the room. Jen, startled, stopped what she was doing. "What's wrong?" "They're back!" I whispered while noticing her dress top was down to her waist; Paul continued to massage her breasts. He wasn't going to allow my alarm to stop progress. "Who's back?!" "Those kids from last night." Jen's eyes lit up. "Great! Do you want to take me over there Paul?" Jen asked pointing to the edge of the balcony. "Jen?! I don't think that's a good idea at all!" I warned. "Yeah! Let's give them a show!" Paul said excitedly, showing none of the embarrassment I expected. I thought I'd stay out of sight as Jen got up, went over and still naked from the waist up bent over the balcony to a loud cheer. "See! I fucking told ya!" one lad chirped. "Hello boys! What are you here for?" she asked "We wanna watch you get fucked!" shouted another. "Then we want to fuck you too!” Shouted some others. "No! I don't have sex with strangers!" "Well hurry up then you old slag. Let see you get fucked." "If I'm an old slag you won't really want to watch will you?" "Shut up Dean! She's not an old slag!" "If all those that think I'm an old slag go. I might let you watch me strip." "Yeah!" many cheered. From the voices there were many more than the three last night and they were already in the hotel courtyard. "Let me know when they're gone." Jen told them while covering her tits by redressing. She stepped away from the balcony. I asked how many were down there. Jen said there were about a dozen. Paul laughed, "That's less than we're used to." "These are not Spaniards out on a jolly, Paul. These are booze filled English CHAVs" I was about to say let's go inside when there was a "Hey sexy! They're gone!" Going back to the balcony Jenny peered over then pushed the straps from her shoulders, pushed her dress past her hips and stepped out of her dress to loud cheering and whooping. She stood there in white, lacy, knickers, "is that enough?" she asked them "No! We want more!" they shouted in unison. "Now take your pants off and throw them down!" shouted a lone voice. "Ok!" Jen called back. Judging by the cheering as Jen removed her knickers they had regrouped. Jen held her knickers and waving them over the balcony asked who wanted them. There were many individual requests. Jen threw them down to avoid them dropping into someone else's balcony. There was a scuffle and then the self satisfied laugh of the victor. "Let's see your pussy?" came several voices. "Yeah! Show us your old cunt you old cunt! The nasty shit amongst them shouted then laughed. Unfazed, Jen spread her pussy lips then pressed it against the glass balcony. The crowd below cheered loudly. I had a bad feeling about this but Paul and Jen were unperturbed. Jen beckoned Paul over which he duly did. She turned to face the group below, grabbed Paul's right hand, pulled it around her and placed it on her vagina while she spread her pussy lips. Paul fingered her to the delight of the yobs below. Paul fingered fucked her to a shuddering orgasm. "Why don't you crouch down, spread your legs so we can see up your cunt." one asked. I was sitting on the bed with the lights off so I could watch the events unfolding on our balcony. Without hesitation Jen did as they asked. "Let's see you suck him off!" came a new request. Jen reached for Paul's trousers put her hand in, pulled out his cock and sucked for all she was worth massaging his balls to loud cheering. "Come on her tits?" asked one. "Nah! Come in the old tart's mouth." ordered nasty. A few minutes later, Paul's buttocks clenched as Jen was still sucking. "He has as well!" exclaimed several. "And she's swallowed his jiz." announced another. As soon as Jenny withdrew from Paul's spent cock it went limp. "He can't fuck her with that, let's get up there and fuck the slapper." shouted nasty Jen looked at me as if to say come and fuck me. I shook my head as I thought the whole thing was a bad idea. Lead by nasty shithead they were exactly the number and type to get to this room. Paul had stepped back from the balcony and he was near to me so I grabbed his arm and pulled him into the room. Jen, completely naked, was still standing at the rail. I think she realised just how dangerous this game had become especially with these thugs. "Paul, get her inside. They haven't seen me so they think they're only up against a couple. Finding another male might surprise them long enough to give us an edge if they do get to the room." Paul just looked at me, then looked at Jen, "Maybe they'll go if we give them what they want?" he said stupidly. "They want to degrade you two as much as possible." "No I think they'll go if they see some sex." He repeated. Without further discussion he was back on the balcony. He whispered something in Jen's ear then she got to her knees, wrapped her hand around his limp cock, wanked, licked and sucked him back to life. There was a cheer but I could tell there were maybe only three or four youths. That meant the others were probably on their way up. When Paul was erect enough Jen stood up then bent over the rail ready for Paul to take her in her favourite position. Paul seemed to have some difficulty gaining access which suggested neither were enjoying this. He began to thrust at a pace to finish quickly. There were very few voices offering encouragement or marveling at Jen's swinging tits. Paul was trying hard to finish quickly. Jenny's groans suggesting that he was close. There was a sudden commotion of running feet, taunting laughter and taunting. The youths were being chased by some Spanish authority who was being subjected to racist and derogatory taunts mostly led by master nasty. Occupied by a new game they had forgotten about Jen and Paul who were now engrossed in their mounting orgasm. Jen suddenly stood as Paul came. He must have been really scared because Jen, pussy pressed against the glass, moaned too loudly with an intense orgasm as Paul was ejaculating because she drew the attention of the yobs pursuers below. "Señora! Señor! This is a respectable hotel! Please! Go away for that!" ordered the disgusted voice. Paul pulled out quickly still spraying cum which went all over Jen's back. He still had a semi-hard on as he ran into the room pulling his underpants and trousers up. Jen, stayed to apologise while one of the men below decided to ask her questions about the youths. They were really getting an eyeful. Eventually, the man who spoke first ordered her to cover up and go inside. Paul carried on past me and off to his room.