It was nearly two years since I first meet and fucked her in the toilets. Well over a year since I started to fuck them all. Just about a year since I introduced my wife to them, watched as they all fucked her. All the men and some most of the women; that was not I left. I enjoyed see her part her legs, sucking other men’s spunk from her cunt. It was simply that was all life had become, fucking all the women and half the men, watching others fuck and filming it. Life had become one long orgy, and I needed something more. So one morning I fucked my wife, left her in the arms of my best friend and walked out. I turned back at the door and smiled at her and the others. Then I was gone. I was on a plane. By the time I got my hotel, I needed sex; I had needed it for most of the day. That is what happens when you fuck all day and then suddenly stop. I closed the door, dropped my bag and trousers, closed my eyes and started to wank. Now I was so far away I missed them all. I wanked fast and as I came I bent over, my knees bent and I nearly fell to the floor. That was unexpected. I showered, put on fresh clothing and went out. It was early evening. The bars were filling up. There were women falling out of outfits so tight I could all most see goose bumps under them. The woman that caught my eye was at a table drinking wine. There was nothing about her that was sexy, but she was. I asked the waiter to put me on the table next to her. I ordered and looked out at the garden, beyond them the sea and the moon. “It’s a beautiful night” I said to myself, loud enough for her to hear. She answered and that was the start of a conversation. I moved to her table for coffee and dessert. We paid our own bills and left, walking along the harbour, not touching, only our mind touching in conversation. It was a joy to do more than just fuck. That is not to say I did not have a hard cock. I did. If I did not get her, I would be wanking away as soon as I got in my room. She stopped out side a shop, “If you provide the wine, I will provide the glasses.” So I purchased local wine and we went back to her room. Still I held back. It was the first time in months that I had to work for a fuck, to play the game. She put glasses on the table and disappeared into the bath room. When she returned she was still dressed, a disappointment, yet not. She picked up a full glass, took a sip and pulled the curtains. I sipped my wine. She stepped close to me and we kissed. It was almost a disappointment, not the kiss that was wonderful. The lead up was over. Our bodies closed, my hands felt her ass, and she had left her knickers in the bath room. I felt my hard against her. I lifted her dress and felt her warm flesh. Our kisses became more passionate. Soon she had removed my shirt and my trousers were around my knees. She sat on the bed and sucked at my cock. I came so quickly, pumping spunk some on her face most went straight down her throat. I was almost embarrassed, coming so quickly. I bent to kiss her, lick my spunk for her and eased her back onto the bed. She opened her legs and I bent to taste her. Lick at her and she told me what she wanted. “Stick a finger up my ass.” She was no longer the lady in the restaurant, she was demanding satisfaction, and she knew what she wanted. I gave it to her. I gave it to her until I could wait no longer, then I tipped her ass to the air and fucked her ass. All she said was “Deeper, harder.” I lasted longer, but came hard, remained hard, and kept fucking her. Slimy spunk between us and I came again. I still wanted more. I was hard enough to roll a condom on and I fucked her cunt. I forgot about who she was and just fucked like I was at home, often and with abandon. We did not sleep that night. We fucked and played and fucked some more. The only thing that stopped us was breakfast. After breakfast we took a car into the hills. We did normal things. We got to know each other in the day, and got to know each other’s bodies at night. It was refreshing to have that time out from fucking. To soon the week was over. We exchanged home addresses, we were 200 miles apart. I could find time to go to her, but it was back to home. I was pleased to have gotten away from home, but I needed to go back. I needed to fuck my wife and the Starlight who started me on the road to all this. I still liked to fuck her, and the rest.