Jenny hadn't dressed at all yesterday, Wednesday, 19th May 2010, until the evening when we went out for dinner. We dined alone and mostly in silence. It is not unusual for us not to converse and so I found myself missing Debbie for her conversation. Jenny rarely has something to say. Paul talks mostly about his job. We went to bed early and I was pleasantly surprised when she didn't resist my advances. She refused to talk about what she and Paul had gotten up to that afternoon so there was no way she was allowing me to use that in our love making. Afterward, I lay there, in the dark, contemplating the events leading up to today when Jen broke the silence. "You have brought this on yourself, Steve, so I hope you can live with the consequences." "Are you asking for a divorce?" "No. If I was asking for a divorce you would be looking for another hotel. There is a saying, ‘Be careful what you wish for, it just might come true’. You wanted this, Steve. I let you have sex tonight because for the remainder of the holiday you'll probably only get sloppy seconds as I've told Paul this afternoon that he can have me whenever he wants while we're on holiday. By Sunday he'll be bored with me." "What if he wants to carry on?" "After the holiday I will choose who I have sex with. Not you. Not anyone." "So it won't continue after Sunday?" "Probably not" “Probably, not definitely?” “Probably.” "Will I have any say or involvement?" "No. You won't. That's your punishment!" I turned away seething with jealousy. I had wanted Jen and Paul to get it on but I wanted to be in control. I wanted to decide when, where and how. I eventually fell into an uneasy sleep. Thursday I woke around 5:30 that morning. It was my turn to sit brooding on the balcony. I couldn't get my head around the situation I found myself in. Around 7 am Jen woke and joined me on the balcony. She could see how upset I was. I guessed she had a similar sleep pattern. She brought two mugs of tea with her. "I don't like seeing you like this. What would make this easier to bear as I don't want any more animosity between us all?" "I actually don't want you to go through with this thing with Paul." "I'm going ahead with this, Steve. I asked you what would make it easier not what you wanted." "If I can't join in, let me watch or tell me the details." "You can't join in but you can watch if it's ok with Paul. I won't tell you about it until after the holiday. Ok?" "Ok. That will have to do." We met Paul and Debbie at breakfast. The friendly atmosphere between Paul and Jenny was obvious. Debbie congratulated them on sorting things out. I wanted to shake her and tell her they were going to be fucking at every opportunity. Instead I joined in with the congratulations. We went to the beach together as we had on previous days. Debbie stopped going topless but Jen removed her top every day since the first day. After lunch Paul invited Debbie to tour the yachts knowing she'd rather stick pins in her eyes so of course she said no. Paul then invited Jen and me. Jen announced that I'd be bored but she'd love to go. I had promised not to cause a scene. I turned and watched as they strolled up the beach toward the Marina then veer off toward the hotel. The only yachtsman he'll be talking to is Jen's man in a boat I thought. I turned back and lay on my lounger and continued with my Sudoku. Debbie just lay there in ignorant bliss. While they were away I did get to rub sun lotion on her back but she resisted any attempted massage. An hour or so later they were back with a tray of beers. Paul as ever planning ahead told us they thought they might get to the bigger yachts on the other side of the Marina tomorrow. Jen shot me a look when I suggested to Debbie we should join them. Debbie said not as long as she had breath in her body. Well done Debbie I thought. We all went out to the local bars until we settled upon the liveliest. We all joined in with the quiz, we danced and drank in the bar until eleven. On the way back Debbie decided upon an early night as heavy drinking spoiled her days. Paul invited himself to our balcony. I tried to get Debbie to join us but she was adamant. Paul plonked himself on our only lounger. Jen and I took the two patio chairs. No sooner were the drinks poured when Paul asked Jen to show him her knickers. Jen got up and stood by the lounger and told Paul if he wanted to see them he'd have to look himself. Paul didn't even regard me as he lifted Jen's black, knee-length, box-pleated skirt up to her waist; he kissed her pussy through her knickers then turned Jen to face me while still holding up her skirt. "Hey! Steve? Are all her knickers this transparent?" I looked over at Jen and noting Paul's hands holding up her skirt, her pastel pink knickers, her pussy lips clear to see even in the dim lights of the balcony. I thought, Paul, you're a shit. "Yes they are." I finally said. Go on rub my nose in it, I thought. He must have heard my thoughts because he turned her back around and started muzzling her pussy through her knickers. I turned to pour another Vodka and Coke with lots of ice (that we had to buy every night). When I turned back, Jen's little pants were around her knees. I didn't need to see Paul's head because I could hear him licking and lapping her pussy. Her breathing getting faster and her moans were increasing as she came. Jenny removed her knickers and sat straight on top of him in reverse cowboy. They were still fully dressed; he in his grey trousers and Rugby shirt, her in her black pleated skirt, pastel-pink bra that matched her knickers now on the balcony floor and dusty pink low-cut top. I wondered how he would explain the stain on his trousers to Debbie. Jen slid back to sit further up his stomach and slid back the hem of her skirt. I watched as she unzipped him, put her hand inside and released his cock. He was cut! In all the time I knew Paul I did not know he was circumcised. Her hand disappeared under her skirt again. When she withdrew it her fingers were wet with his saliva and her juices. She wrapped her lubricated hand around his cock and started a slow rhythmic wank. Paul raised her bum off his chest and pulled her back to sit on his face. She reciprocated by lapping and licking the head of his cock followed by a mixture of full length sucking and wanking. After a few minutes of 69 she stood up and moved down the lounger until she was standing over his groin. She lowered herself down and as she did his cock disappeared under her skirt and into her pussy with a gentle groan of pleasure from both. Jen started slowly rocking back and forth. Her skirt hiding the activity they were involved in. His hands were under her dusty pink top. Her displaced pastel pink bra now visible above her low-cut top mimicking the double breast massage he was giving her. The movement of his hands and the action of his cock in her pussy contorted her face in so much pleasure. Her skirt rode up enough to see Paul's large scrotum that looked like she was sitting on a veiny, pink balloon. I instantly realised her weight, as she rode his cock, merged Paul's balls into single, swollen, scrotum. Her breathing and pace quickened as she came. She continued increasing her pace with greater force as she detected his imminent ejaculation. I spoiled it deliberately by telling them they would break the lounger. Jen agreed and climbed off suggesting he take her over the balcony. She bent over the balcony just inches from me. Paul regarded me for the first time with a look of 'May I?' I just nodded my submission of the event. As she stood bent over the balcony she removed her top but as she did so I watched her 38E pink bra tumble to the hotel courtyard 40 feet below. She giggled an “oops” as she dropped her top at my feet. She was naked now except for her pleated shirt. Paul was caressing her breasts as I watched. Jen held his cock behind her wanking him to keep him hard. There was a shout from the street, "Fuck her mate! Fuck her hard!” Jen reached behind unzipped and removed her skirt to the cheers of the group below. I looked down and saw three young English guys announcing their approval at the display of a naked woman about to be fucked. Jen was spurred on by this and reached for Paul's cock and fed it to her pussy. Paul started fucking my wife just inches from my face and to the chanting rhythm of, “Fuck the Bitch, Fuck the Bitch”. Even in the dim light I could see his cock glistening with juices as it disappeared into and reappeared from Jen's pussy. Jen seemed to relish in the encouragement and offers of help from below. "Come on mate let your mate fuck her too!" “No! Let me fuck her!” cried another. “I want to see her get fucked by those two old gits then we should have her and show her what young cock can do!” “Yeah!” the other two cried in agreement. It was only then I realised they could see me also. I wanted to move but couldn't. The youths had found their way into the small hotel courtyard below our balcony. As it was higher than the street they were perhaps ten feet nearer. This was worrying for me but Jen and Paul were oblivious to my perceived threat to our safety. Paul's pace and thrust picked up signifying his imminent ejaculation. Jen sensed it too and thrust back on him equally as hard and as she did her tennis screams started and increased in volume much to the delight of their spectators who also knew cum was imminent, her tits swinging violently as they thrust. It shook me as Jenny moaned louder than I'd ever heard her do before as Paul's buttocks tightened, he pushed into and filled her pussy. Paul didn't seem fazed by the guys cheering as he pushed Jen's pussy against the glass. Was he deliberately showing my wife to the baying youths below? Jen stood more upright so she didn't fall over but didn't seem to mind her pussy being pressed against the glass. Nor were they concerned about the guys down below, “Look at that cunt1” Paul was holding her hips as he forced his cock as deep as it would go. As he pulled out, a large drop of cum splattered onto the tiled floor of the balcony. "Now fuck his mate!" they ordered from below. Jen waved and smiled. "That's it! Shows over!". "No!" they shouted. Then chanted, "More! More! More!" As Paul stepped back and started redressing Jen knelt before me unzipped me, took out my cock and started sucking to the delight of the onlookers below. I stopped her and whispered unless she wanted to be gang-banged we should go inside. Her new found sluttiness did not extend to being fucked by three young strangers. We went inside to their booing and shouts of "Let us up there to fuck your Mrs. or the old slag would be grateful for young cock". I closed both curtains blocking any light from the bedroom. Paul thanked Jen for being fantastic as he put it and asked if he could cone in the morning. Jen said he could and he left. “Aren’t you concerned about them outside/”I asked her. “No? They’ll go away soon enough.” As I slid easily into Jenny's well used and filled pussy I asked her why she'd said he could come in the morning. "I told you", she said, "He can have me any time he wants." I added my load to his but much more sedately than I had witnessed on the balcony. Was it that Paul was a better lover or that she enjoyed the audience. I got up to clean all the cum from by cock, balls and legs. I had never known so much cum could come from a single coupling. The shouting and howling outside had stopped by the time I'd gotten back into bed. Thankfully the sun curtain blocked most of the light from the bedroom causing the guys outside give up quickly.