Jen fell asleep as soon as she laid her head on the pillow. With her legs spread I watched her pussy open like the petals of a flower and the milky nectar of Paul seep out, crawl down her bottom and onto the bed. I lay beside her and held her in my arms as she gently snored. I've never seen Jen so scared as when she came in from the balcony. I realised, not for the first time, that if it came to fight or flight, Paul would take flight. I admit I was the thought of having to tackle a gang of youths to protect Jen but I did have a plan. Thankfully, it didn't come to that. I lay there thinking about the standing ovation she got from the café, the huge orgasms Jen had as the youths were running off and the small splash of sperm on her back caused by Paul pulling out, his not quite spent penis, in his bid to get away. With a huge erection I took matters in hand. For the first time on this holiday I actually enjoyed the thought of Jen and Paul. I fell into a deep sleep. We hadn't closed the sun curtain last night so it was quite bright in the room when I woke around 8:30. I woke Jen; we showered, dressed then went to breakfast. I knocked on Paul and Debbie's door but there was no reply. We had just about finished breakfast when Paul and Debbie joined us. Paul asked Jenny how she was and said he was still shaken. Debbie asked what had happened so Paul told her about the verbal abuse we got from the thugs. Of course he left out the sex details. They asked us to wait while they chose their breakfast which we agreed to do. Paul made sure to get back to speak to Jen before Debbie. "Do you mind if we give it a miss today Jen?" "No, of course not Paul." Jen looked at me, "Looks like you've got out of shopping tomorrow Steve." "No, we can still do tomorrow Jen." Paul interjected. Jen ignored Paul, "Do you fancy taking his place this afternoon Steve?" "Yes, if that's what you really want. I'm not sure about the balcony stuff though." "Let's just see, shall we." Nobody saw Debbie arrive. "See what?" "Paul has changed his mind about going to the Marina so Steve and I are going instead." "Oh and you were so looking forward to going?!" Debbie said to Paul "I'm just feeling a bit tired. I might feel better this afternoon." Paul announced. We spent the morning at the beach, had lunch then after lunch Jen nudged me, "Let's go and see the yachts." Jen pulled her swimsuit up to cover her breasts. Debbie had only gone topless twice all week. We got up to leave when Paul got up also. He had changed his mind about joining us. We strolled off up the beach leaving Debbie reading her book. As we entered the hotel I was called to the reception desk. Paul and Jenny continued toward the lifts. The clerk asked me to take a seat as the manager wished to see me. I had been sitting there looking out of the window for at least ten minutes when I saw a crowd appear on the roof opposite. There must have been over twenty people and at least six were women. They were clapping and cheering. I couldn't hear the cheering but it was obvious that's what they were doing. At one point Busty's blue dress was lifted by a couple of other guys showing her white knickers. She pulled it back down and turned to admonish the men involved when it was pulled up again revealing that she was actually wearing a white thong. Just as it was getting interesting I was distracted by the manager who was with a cop or rent-a-cop. "Mr. Xxxx?" "Yes." "There was an incident near your room last night, sir." "Really?" He turned to the cop and speaking in Spanish was, judging by the body language, asking him if he recognised me. I think the cop said he did not. The manager asked me to his office. Once we were seated he typed the keyboard then turned the computer screen. "Do you recognise this lady, sir?" I was staring at the horrible passport photo of Jen. She is not photogenic and looks much better face to face. "Yes, that's my wife." He turned the screen back; tap tap tap; he turned the screen to me again. "Do you recognise this man?" This time it was Paul's passport photo. "Yes, it's my friend, Paul Xxxxx." He turned the screen back. "Can I ask what this is about?" "Just after midnight last night, a large party of young English men tried to gain access to this hotel. When my night manager challenged them he was told they had been invited to a room but couldn't remember the room number or which floor. They told my manager that the room overlooked the street and that it was either the fourth or fifth floor. My manager gave the signal for heavy security. When they were told that guests were not allowed visitors at this hour they became abusive and tried to push past the manager. Fortunately the hotel’s security officers were able to eject the group. "What does that have to do with my wife and my friend?" "May I ask where you were at that time, sir?" "Yes, we ran out of ice and so I volunteered to go to a late bar to buy some. While I waited for the ice maker to produce some I bought the owner some drinks in return for the free ice." "I feel that this is a very delicate matter which you might be uncomfortable with, sir" "I don't understand?" "We believe the youths were trying to get to your room sir." "Why were they trying to get to our room? I'm certain that neither my wife nor my friend would invite yobs to our room." "When my night manager and security staff got outside they believe the youths were interested in your wife's and friend's activity." "I don't understand? What activity?" "They were naked, sir." "Oh I see! Jen and I are naturists and Paul is working on it. So yes I know they were naked. They were naked when I left but I also know they wouldn't have invited those kids up." "How should I put this. They were copulating, sir." "Copulating?!" "Yes sir, they were having sex, sir." "I know what it means. You must have it all wrong?!" "We're not certain but the night manager says he was in no doubt your wife and your friend were involved in sexual intercourse and it was their being in the throes of passion that attracted the unwelcome attention of the youths, sir." “No! Surely you have it all wrong?” I feigned devastation and so he asked me if I wanted to sit quietly for a few minutes. He offered and I accepted a drink. When he thought I was settled enough he started a conversation. I complimented his English and learned he studied for a hospitality degree at Oxford. Eventually, he told me I should explain to my wife that security had been stepped up and that we would be asked to leave the hotel if there were any further incidents. I walked out of the manager's office and as I made my way to the room I saw the crowd still on the roof across the street in various states of undress. No one else seemed to look up and at this time of day most tourists were away from the hotel. I let myself in and stepped onto the balcony. Jenny was lying on the plastic table, her feet either side of Paul's head. Paul was doing his bit by pile-driving her into a frenzy. The sound of her pleasure filling the air as was his thrusting grunts. I peered over the balcony but there were no security guards loitering. I looked across to the roof to see the crowd clapping. Several loungers had appeared and were in use by several of the group. I turned to see that nothing had changed; Paul was pumping for all he was worth. Jenny would sometimes watch the orgy across the street, watch Paul's face or hold her head up to watch Paul's penis pistoning and covered in juices. I realised the revelers thought I was the ménage à trios. Perhaps this wasn't the moment to tell Paul and Jen we were being watched by security. I removed my clothes; stood beside Jen so I could view the audiences' response and fed Jen my cock. This seemed to spur Paul on. I looked across as Jen was sucking me and enjoying a revitalized Paul to see that Busty was skiing and sledding three guys on the roof. When Busty stood I noticed she had a shaved pussy. Even at this distance I could see she had similar sized tits to Jen. I thought I'd love to see them close up. I started fucking Jen's face with the thought of fucking Busty. My thoughts were interrupted when Jen nearly bit my cock off. I looked down into her face to see the frown of pleasure then I looked at Paul whose face was contorted in ecstasy as he pushed his cock as deeply as he could to force his seed as deeply into her womb as he could. Jen let out a long growl. It was the most she could achieve with my cock in her mouth. She started sucking again while Paul made the occasional thrust to empty every drop into Jen's pussy. I looked across to notice all the women were naked and were being fucked or had been fucked by every man on that roof. The sight of Jen's orgasm and the vista was too much for me; I came. Jenny for her part swallowed every drop. We showered and as we dressed I told them what the manager had said. Between us we decided to call off the plan for tomorrow and to tone things down tonight. Jen was obviously disappointed about tomorrow. We decided that at least for today we should look like things are strained between Paul and I when around the hotel. We left to go back to the beach. As we passed the café I suggested we grab a coffee and discuss how we were going to play the part of aggrieved couples without Debbie thinking we'd fallen out again. Busty served our coffees and we selected a table inside. I was fairly quiet inside and so we could talk without being too overheard. I noticed that Busty's blue dress had tiny white polka dots, and very low-cut. We decided that as it was our last night we would eat out and meet at a restaurant. Tomorrow we would be checking out so we could be ourselves. Busty and her husband came over to us. With some trepidation, they asked if we were at the hotel across the street and wondered if we were the nice people that waved from the balcony every day. I was impressed how they decided to find out if Jen and Paul were the bonking couple. We said that we were and they introduced themselves. Busty was Lupita and her husband Enrique. They asked if they could join us. They asked if Jen and Paul were married and seemed delighted when they discovered that they were not and that I had no problem with their sexual intercourse. My super-duper iPhone enabled us to have quite a complex conversation. I have an app for that, LOL. We explained that Jenny and Paul's plan for a last time fling on the balcony was stopped by the hotel security. They insisted we to stay for another coffee and disappeared. Instead of bringing the coffee they beckoned us to their back room where they had a big farmhouse kitchen style dining table. They did not want us overheard or near people with big ears as they put it. They first asked if we were, "Intercambio de Pareja?" which using my app I translated to Jen and Paul, "Are we swingers?" They were disappointed when we said no. They were also confused about Jen's involvement with Paul. I told them Jen is an exhibitionist (mi esposa es un exhibicionista) and that I was not, which seemed to explain everything. They offered the use of their roof for tomorrow's adventure. Without hesitation Jenny said no but Paul was up for it. They more-or-less told Paul that it was an invitation for Jen and that they already had too many men that had found out about the impromptu rooftop meetings. That it was Jen's performances that had led to the meetings in public that were normally held in private. They were grateful to her and to me because I had encouraged her and that made me one of them it seemed. Paul, they decided, was a feeder. I think what they meant by that was that: Paul was happy to fuck others' wives while keeping his own to himself. Paul didn't like the translation but we were all agreed, including Jenny, that it was true. Eventually, they managed to get Jen to agree to a rooftop performance provided she went only as far as she wanted to and the number to be strictly limited to no more than a dozen voyeurs. Enrique and Lupita told Jen that it would be invitation only and that they would invite swinging couples so that if Jen was uncomfortable with multiple partners there would be enough women to satisfy the men. Enrique explained that he had seen Jen's tits from afar and asked if she would show them now. At first she was reluctant but did then pull down her swimsuit. Lupita leant across the table to caress Jen's boobs. She recoiled, crossing her arms across her breasts; Lupita stopped with her arms outstretched. I told Lupita that Jen was a sólo los hombres (men only) woman. A few moments later Enrique stretched out his hands; Jenny relaxed and uncrossing her arms allowed Enrique to cup them. He lifted them and by them guided Jenny to his side of the table. He was fascinated by her right inverted nipple, which only erects when she is very excited. Even though she was still nervous she didn't stop him taking the left little bud into his mouth. Lupita came and sat between Paul and me; pushed the straps of her dress from her shoulders and removed her white bra; her breasts fell heavily. I guess that she was probably a 40DD. Paul and I took a breast each. They were much softer than Jen's but I liked the feel of her very thick nipple in my mouth. As I sucked I lifted Lupita's dress, Lupita opened her legs to give me better access; I pulled her pink knickers to one side and insert a finger into her bald, wet pussy. She had changed her underwear. Lupta unzipped both our trousers and pulled out both mine and Paul’s cocks and started wanking us. Suddenly, there was a movement from the other side of the table. My first thought was that Enrique was taking Jenny. I looked up from Lupita's breast to see Jen covering herself. She had stopped the activity abruptly but not before Enrique had had his fingers in her pussy. He sucked his fingers with a look of approval and I emulated him. We all laughed except Jen who was glaring at me. As we left Jen and Paul confirmed that they would be across after 11 am. I would be taking Debbie shopping after all. As we left, Enrique asked for my translator and put a message into it for me to translate for my eyes only. It read, "Your wife likes you have only her and no other." Although we had been gone nearly two hours Debbie did not raise an eyebrow. We spent the afternoon together and met at the restaurant near the Marina as planned. The hotel security was true to the manager's word especially patrolling the courtyard below our balcony. Paul later told me he had received a note from the manager demanding that he vacate his room and the hotel by 10 am Sunday morning and they would be grateful if he did not return. After Debbie had gone to bed, Paul and I entertained Jenny on our bed. I thoroughly enjoyed sharing the wife that I love and to see her satisfied and pleasured in any way she chooses. We did not venture onto the balcony.