We met for breakfast at 8 am; by nine we were back in our rooms. Paul and Debbie were packing to have their luggage in our room and be checked out by 10 am. Reception rang their room at 7:30 reminding them to vacate the hotel by 10 am. Debbie was upset because a security officer was knocking on their door by 9:50. She complained "I hate a hotel that works on 'We've had your money now fuck off'" After they checked out Debbie came back to the room to us while Paul "went to buy a paper". By 10:30 we were all on our way out; Jenny and Paul to "the beach” while Debbie and I went shopping. I know that Jen and Paul did go to the beach to reserve the loungers as we were to meet up there at twelve-thirty. Debbie and I hit the stores and searched for the perfect present for Jen. Debbie decided she should treat herself also. I have this knack that I can hold up a garment and know straightaway if it would fit Jen or not. The label could read 10, 12 or even 14 and I could say "That'll fit you." I set upon a white, knee-length dress with bold red flowers. It was not flared as was Lupita's bold blue-flowered white dress so I was sure she'd love it. I paid for the dress and got the assistant to put it behind the counter for me to collect on our way back to the hotel. Debbie picked up a couple of outfits that she liked but I could tell immediately they were too big for her but I did not interfere. She peered from behind the certain of the changing booth "Steve? Get me the next size down on these dresses!" I returned with the dresses I was sure would fit. Thinking I was her husband the assistant ushered me into Debbie's booth. Debbie stood there in just red, lace, figure-hugging shorts. I smiled; she smiled back and climbed into the first of the two dresses. I zipped her up and it fitted perfectly, low-cut, halter-necked, knee-length, flared, white dress. She did look good in it. She knew it but asked me anyway. I reached into halter and lifted her boobs into the bust supports then stepping back to view her and nodded approval. She looked like Marilyn Monroe and I've always loved Marilyn Monroe. Debbie did not react to my intrusion but instead thanked me for my appraisal. She took off the dress and stepped toward me. We kissed while I fondled her breasts, gently squeezed her nipples to their full one inch length, slid a hand into her shorts, and into her wet pussy. I fingered her for a few seconds before she withdrew and without any hesitation climbed into the dress I chose. We did not share another intimate moment for the rest of the shopping trip. She bought two outfits with one being the halter-necked dress as she will always remember how I had adjusted it and she could use that in a "fantasy" she said. She bought a pair of shoes and a hand bag before we returned to the hotel; collecting Jenny's dress en route. When we got to the room I suggested I should go in first while Debbie waited outside with our purchases to make sure Jen wasn't in there. I wanted to make sure they weren't in there fucking or could be seen fucking on the roof opposite. It was already 12:30 so Jen and Paul were probably at the beach but I had to make sure. The maid hadn't made the beds up as we still had the use of the room until six o'clock. They were not in the room and I could not see them on the roof opposite either. I opened the door for Debbie who came in placed the shopping on the bed then promptly packed hers. She went onto the balcony while I packed Jen's dress in her suitcase. "There's an orgy going on across the street!" she called "Come quick!" I sealed the case and stepped onto the balcony. There were naked bodies everywhere. I assessed between fifteen and eighteen in total with at least three men to each woman. I looked hard but couldn't see Jenny or Paul amongst them but then I couldn’t see Lupita or Enrique either. Debbie was transfixed. I put my arms around her and starting caressing her breasts through the fabric of her bra and blouse. She didn't stop me. Her breathing was increasing as she watched the orgy and absorbed my attentiveness. Suddenly she turned, kissed me passionately on the lips while backing me into the room. I fell onto the bed as she was nearly ripping at her clothes. Her green satin blouse was thrown to the floor followed, in quick succession, by her white bra, black shoes, black trousers and last of all her red, lacy shorts. She climbed onto the bed unbuttoned, unzipped then pulled off my trousers and underpants at the same time before impaling herself on my penis. She rocked back and forth like she'd not had sex for months. Her red pubic hair looked like flames around her pussy and mixing strangely with the grey/ white hair around my now unseen penis like fire and ice. Each of her orgasms was stronger than the last. Perhaps I should have told her I can last ages with the woman on top. Occasionally I caught a glimpse of my cock, shimmering with her juice that was also flowing down my balls and onto the bed. I immediately thought about having a big wet give away stain on the bed when we came back later so I reached out, grabbed the towel that was left on the bed and slid it under my arse. Realizing I wasn't coming after a few more orgasms she climbed off lay face down and told me to fuck her in this position. I asked her if she wanted it in her arse; not this time was her reply. She wanted it in her cunt she said but the words not this time told me we were not done yet. I lay on top and entered her once more. Showered and changed into our swimwear we went to the beach. We found our reserved loungers, the towels laid out, but Jen and Paul were nowhere to be seen. Debbie and I decided they must already be at lunch as we were more than half an hour late they must have decided to start without us. Deciding to join them I left a note just in case they returned then we went to the restaurant we used the most but dined alone. Several times we tried their phones but they were switched off. It was 2:40 when they finally joined us. Debbie rounded on Paul immediately. Paul said they had walked along the beach but could not get back the same way as the tide came in and blocked their return. They had come miles the long way around. His story was believable because they looked so worn out. Debbie didn't seem to know the Mediterranean Sea doesn't have a tide. Debbie asked if they'd eaten and they both said they had but needed to rest a while. Jen not only looked tired but guilty also. She couldn't look me in the eye. Both were asleep as soon as they lay on their loungers. The coach was due to pick us up at the hotel at five o'clock. On the way from the beach I managed to get Paul alone. "What happened? What kept you so long?" "I don't know. You'll have to ask Jen. We got separated. By the time I got to the room she was already in the shower. Jen swore me to secrecy Steve so you'll have to ask her." Paul stated I did ask Jen but she angrily refused to talk about it.. Bags packed and in the hall, I looked over the balcony at the café roof. It was bare now with not a lounger in sight. There was no evidence that anything had occurred. This was a holiday I'd never forget. In all the years I've known Paul before and since our spouses we had never been so far apart or as intimate as we've been on this holiday. I've seen different sides to each of us I never knew about or suspected. I am writing an update of the history I was not witness to but it has been like pulling teeth. Actually, it would be easier to pull Lion’s teeth.