My wife Sandy and I share two hobbies.  The first and most important, is fucking each others brains out at every opportunity.  The second is a bit more gentle.  We are birdwatchers.  Not twitchers, that is something else, for twitchers, seeing a rare bird means another tick in the spotters book and they will travel hundreds of miles to get that tick.

No.  We like to watch birds.  We would rather watch a murmuration of starlings than travel miles just to see a vagrant, probably blown in by a gale and with little chance of finding it's way home.  It's not unusual for us to combine the two hobbies.  On our outings, if there is nothing about to watch, we can always fall back on hobby number one.  We enjoy fucking al fresco.

One of our favourite birds is the European bee-eater.  Unfortunately we don't get them in the UK but we have watched them numerous times on our trips.  Fascinating, brightly coloured, they sit on a perch and suddenly leap into the aid to catch a flying insect, all the time chattering to other.  We have sat and watched them 'till our bums ached.

For various reasons, we had not had a holiday that year and it was August already.  Sandy suggested going to Gibraltar to watch the autumn migrations to Africa.  We had heard about a place, not in Gib, but not far away, close to a nature reserve in Spain.  They had a vacancy.  We booked it.  We found a budget flight to Gib and booked that.

We took a train to Gatwick in plenty of time to catch the flight.  That's when it started to go wrong.  We eventually arrived at our final destination eight hours later than planned.  Hot, tired, irritable and having spent more on taxis than a scheduled flight would have cost.  But with a promise of compensation.

The villa was wonderful, just two letting rooms,  owned by an Englishman and his Spanish wife.  A cup of tea had never been more welcome.  So was the news that the couple who had booked the other room, the better of the two, with a balcony overlooking the pool, had cancelled at short notice.  We were given the better room.  At the suggestion of the owner, James, instead of heading for a birding site, we should have a lie in and spend the day relaxing by the pool, planning our trips out.

We had our lie in.  No alarm clocks.  Sandy was the first to shower.  I put on a robe and stepped out onto the balcony to views of the nearby hills.  Improving the view considerably, was the lady of the house, Lucia, swimming in the pool.  And from what I could see, not wearing much.  I watched as she swam lengths in a powerful, but leisurely front crawl, then as she turned, rolled onto her back to continue with backstroke.   Those were definitely not water wings.  She saw me and waved, making no attempt to cover herself.

We enjoyed a very late breakfast outside, but shaded by the house.  Lucia now wearing shorts and a teeshirt.  But obviously not a bra.  Her nipples showing clearly.  She was a lot younger than James, a retired army officer around fifty.  We were both just turned forty, Lucia couldn't have been more than thirty.  She was quite stunning.  James was not a bad looker himself, fit looking, tanned, fair hair bleached by the sun.  Sandy had noticed.

After breakfast/lunch, Lucia cleared away, then returned to the pool, stripped naked and dived in from the springboard.  Poerty in motion.  My cock also felt like a springboard.  Sandy had gone back to our room for her bikini and returned wearing it.  She sat back down, James went into the house to fetch fresh orange juice.  Sandy said softly;

"Do you think I should go commando too?"

Oh, I certainly did.  James returned just as my wife slipped naked into the water.  James tried to explain his plans for our coming trips, but I was now being distracted by two nude, nubile lovelies.  One better upholstered than the other, but equally lovely.

"Sandy is a very beautiful woman," he said.  "What's your opinion of Lucia?"

"Stunning," I repled.  "Just stunning."

What he said next left my speechless;

"Would you like to fuck her."

How do you answer a question like that?  Of course I would like to fuck her.  But when I found my voice, I simply said;

"She is very beautiful."

"And a very good fuck," said James.  "Have her if you like, you won't be the first."

"Does she get a say?"

"Of course, I'll ask her, if she likes you, she's yours, with my blessing."

"And in return, you get to to fuck Sandy?"

"I would like that very much, but it's not a condition.  I like the idea of Lucia being desirable.  Talk it over with Sandy if you like."

They left us to our own devices, going shopping for the ingredients for dinner.  We spent the afternoon longing by the pool, sometimes swimming.  Sandy stayed nude.  We took the opportunity to fuck, but not by the pool, on our bed in comfort, where Sandy received the product of me spending hours with an erection.  I had not mentioned James's kind offer.

We are not swingers, we are quite happy with each other.  But nor are we 100% exclusive.  We very occasionally dabble.  Sandy started it, by accident she claims.  We both work for large global companies, both of which believe in team building weekends.  I don't, Sandy does.  But we go on them anyway, partners are usually invited.  I am happy to put up with the silly games in exchange for weekends in luxury hotels, good food and big soft beds where we don't have to change spunky sheets.

On one occasion, I was unable to go.  She went alone, got very drunk and ended up being fucked by someone from another branch.  She tearfully confessed all.  At first I was angry, but after stewing for a couple of days, forgave her.  My logic being that if I am in bed alone, I wank myself off, and often, my wank-fuel is another woman or women.  Is that not a form of infidelity?  We now have an agreement  that if we feel the urge, we don't resist.  But is was very, very occasional.  We promised each other that it always be safe sex.

After dinner, which was quite delicious, we had an early night.  Tomorrow, James was taking us to a little known assembly point for large numbers of bee-eaters.  In the rosy glow following another very nice fuck, I told Sandy. I still didn't know whether Lucia had been asked.  Sandy was silent for several minutes, but then said;

"On two conditions.  I get to watch and I get a crack at James.  With you watching."

My hair stood on end.  So did my cock.

The next morning, we endured a long, bumpy drive over unsurfaced tracks in James's long wheelbase Landrover, to the place where he said we were most likely to see what we had come for.  He parked in the shade of trees  a few hundred metres from a beautiful natural pool,  formed by a small waterfall.  The rest of our trek, would be on foot.  It was a steep scramble to near the top of a flat topped hill.  On it was a smaller pool, formed by a spring which also fed the waterfall pool below.

On practically every twig of the scrubby bushes, were bee-eaters.  Bird watching heaven.  They didn't seen concerned by our presence.  We found some shelter from the sun and settled down with our binoculars.  Even in mid-September, it was hot.  James had brought light refreshments and plenty of water.  As we watched, more birds arrived in small groups.  After a couple of hours, the entire flock took wing and didn't come back.  We had been lucky, a day later and we would have missed them.

The journey back down was more tricky, we were now hot and tired and were glad to get back to the inviting lower pool.  Could we swim in it?  Of course.  James took our gear back to the Landy, saying that he had brought a picnic.  By the time he returned, Sandy and myself were naked in the cold, refreshing water.  James stripped off and joined us, the first time either of had seen his impressive cock.

Sandy was in a playfull mood, splashing us both and swimming on her back  displaying her fine tits.  We stayed naked for the picnic, which included wine, lots of it.  Sandy layed back on the picnic blanket and said softly;

"I really need fucking.  Who's going to be first."

James looked at me for approval.  I nodded.  There was no foreplay, no need.  James knelt between Sandy's raised, parted thighs and I watched spell bound as she guided his erect cock into her hungry lower mouth.  My own cock was so hard that it hurt, I wrapped my hand around it and gently wanked it.  Sandy put her legs around James's waist as he slowly began his fuck.

I felt no jealousy.  I loved her, she wanted this, so I wanted it too.  What James had said about liking the idea of his wife being desireable, was true.  I felt proud of her.  James was fucking her with deep powerful strokes, her arms were around his neck, her eyes were closed.  I was impressed by how long he was able keep going, I had stopped wanking myself, my cock was like an unexploded bomb, liable to go off at the slightest touch.

James was on the short strokes, when his orgasm came, he pushed deep as he ejaculed.  I watched his lean, tanned arse clench as he fired his spunk high into my wife's body, realizing only then that he had not used a condom.  Sandy had not orgasmed, but she rarely does in missionary.  Even so, it is one of our favourites, arguably the most loving, face to face, lots of kissing.  James withdrew and rocked back to sit on his heels.  We watched as his spunk welled out of Sandy's plundered, still gaping cunt.  She opened her eyes and looked pleadingly at me.  She wanted more.  I had what she wanted.

James moved away.  Heart pounding, I positioned myself.  My cock knows the way, no guidance needed, but she used the fingers of both hands to feed me in anyway.  My biggest fear had been losing it before I was in, but I cleared that first hurdle safely.  I swear that she squelched as my cock displaced James's cum.  And then as I slid safely home.  I could feel the wetness against my balls.

The generous natural lubrication provided by James, helped me to last longer than expected, she was so deliciously wet.  Even so, I couldn't match James's performance, all too soon I was pumping my contribution into my just-fucked wife.  I stayed inside until I started to soften.  Only then could I feel the heat of her flooded cunt.

I slipped out and sat up as James had, to survey my work.  Sandy's eyes were closed, a look of contentment on her face.  I stared in awe at the little Niagara that spilled from her beautiful cunt.  James's hand on my shoulder broke my trance, I turned my head.  His erect cock was in his hand.  He was ready for seconds!  Already?  I moved aside for him.  He knelt in my place and like me seemed almost hypnotised by the backflow.  He leaned forward, but instead of slipping his cock back into her cunt, lowered his face to her cunt and licked.

Sandy's eyes snapped open, she raised herself on her elbows and squealed, like me, unable to believe it.  The she lay back again to enjoy it.  James put his arms under her thighs, liifting her to gain access, and reached up to hold her tits as he sucked.  Now Sandy had her elusive orgasm as James's tongue scoured her.  And what an orgasm, sceaming as her body bucked.  James hung on and kept sucking, slurping and swallowing. 

Only when he was satisfied that he had found every drop did he shuffle forwards and push his cock into her again, as if to refill what he had emptied.  This time, the fuck was less measured, more frantic, like a man on a mission.  Sandy came again, unless it was a continuation of the first.  James exhaled loudly as his second delivery flooded my wife's greedy cunt.  He rolled away, panting from exertion.  Sandy opened her eyes, looke at me and said;

"More."

I did what I could to meet her needs, adding my last dregs to the mix.  My second sloppy seconds in a matter of minutes.

This time, there was no oral cleanup, this time, we washed in the pool.  We dressed in silence, collected the remains of the picnic and returned to the car.  The journey home was also silent.

Lucia had cooked another wonderful dinner, after which Sandy helped her clear away, then we made plans for our next birding trip, agreeing that it would be the day afer next, the next day would be a rest day.  We then turned in for an early night.  My cock felt filleted, but Sandy seemed unfazed by her machine gun like fucking.  She played with my cock and said;

"Do you think I'm terrible?"

"I think you're wonderful, and I love you."

Despite it's earlier punishment, my cock was responding to hsr touch.

"Tomorrow, you will be sliding this beauty into Lucia."

"If she agrees, James might not have asked her yet."

"Oh, he has.  She told me.  James told her all about our threesome among the trees, she was sorry she missed it. I had better suck some life back into this."

And she slipped my cock into her mouth.

After breakfast, we joined our hosts by the pool, Sandy and Lucia, naked.  James too, had dispensed with his shorts.  After yesterday, we had nothing to hide.  But I still wore my shorts.  Lucia claimed that I was cheating, that her husband had fucked Sandy, but she, Lucia, hadn't even seen mine.  Sandy helped her to remove my shorts, allowing my erect cock to spring free.  Lucia took it into her mouth.

Much as I enjoyed the feel of her lips and tongue exploring this new plaything, I had other plans for it.  I pulled her off.  She spread herself on a lounger and said;

"Fuck me then."

But before I complied, I licked her lovely hairless cunt until she came, only then did I allow myself the luxury of filling it with my cock.  I came disappointingly quickly and James took over to finish the job.  After he had topped up her cunt, she remained wide open, silently challenging me to do what james had done to Sandy.  I could feel the eyes of our audience on me, waiting expectantly.  But I hesitated.  I had never licked Sandy after fucking her, never tasted the cocktail of spunk and cunt-juice, not even my own, let alone that of another man.  Sandy pushed me aside and to my astonishment, did the job for me.  Lucia didn't seem to be surprised and lay back to enjoy it, enjoying another orgasm.  Sandy eventually came up fo air  her face wet with the other woman's juices.

I was not able to quiz Sandy about this until later, but when the girls went off together to prepare lunch, I asked James's if all their guests received such personal service.  He replied;

"You're the first.  The first among paying guests anyway, but we do have friend's over if we are not booked, that's why I said that you would not be the first to fuck Lucia."

"So why us?"

I asked.

"This is the first time we have had just one couple stay.  This is our first year in the avian tourism business.  With one or two exeptions, our guests so far have been all male groups. After you had gone to bed on your first day, Lucia said that she would like to fuck you.  It goes without saying that felt the same about Sandy.  And here we are."

In bed that night, I asked Sandy about the lezzie thing.  She said that it had been a first, that she had wondered what it would be like.  She also said that for a long time, she had wanted me to do what James had done, but had not found the courage to ask.  I fucked her there and then and licked her afterwards.  I loved it and was able to fuck her again afterwards.

We discovered a lot about each other and ourselves during that wonderful fortnight.  And yes, I did clean up Sandy after james had fucked her.  And Lucia.