Linda and I have been married for more than 20 years, no children which I assume has contributed to Linda’s beautiful hourglass figure, size 8/10 with wonderful C-cup breasts and gorgeous nipples. In my eyes, she is still the same slim figure as the day we wed. I tell her that the way the young men where she works are always trying to chat her up supports my view, but Linda dismisses their flirting as “horny young men, like you were when we were courting”. She came home a while ago and told me one of the young men had called her a MILF, a term she had not heard before, and when I told her what it meant, she was quite shocked. As we both work full-time, we are able to enjoy a good standard of living, and usually have several holidays each year but, as we are both due to turn 50 next year, we plan to celebrate with a sumptuous holiday on the other side of the world, so this year we decided to have just one main holiday at an all-inclusive hotel in the Algarve. I had heart surgery a couple of years ago, which was a wake-up call to my family history, so I have adjusted my lifestyle and diet since then in an effort to avoid further health problems. My regime when we are on holiday is usually to take a brisk walk first thing after breakfast, before the sun becomes too hot. Linda sometimes joins me but she finds it difficult to keep up sometimes, so I frequently walk alone, leaving her to get a little sun by the pool before it becomes too hot in the afternoon, and we both need to cover up. On our 2nd or 3rd day there, I found Linda chatting to a guy I had noticed on the plane on our flight out, when I returned from my walk. James is a lot older than us, I guessed early-sixties, although he subsequently told us he is 67. He told us he is a widower, whose wife had died 2 years ago which had left him in a bit of an emotional turmoil. He said he was just getting back to some sort of social life, and Linda said she was happy to chat with him if it helped his ’rehabilitation’. It turned out that James was in the room right next door to ours in the hotel. Over the next couple of days, I found James chatting to Linda by the pool most days, latterly wearing his swimming shorts and I could see from his physique that he was a pretty fit chap for his age. When I commented to Linda about his physique, she said he certainly wouldn’t want to wear budgie-smugglers with his equipment, as she had noticed his bulge. When I looked shocked at her, she quickly said “did I really say that” and laughed nervously. Linda had a hysterectomy more than 10 years ago, a result of ‘women’s’ problems she suffered for most of her adult life, and that is why we have never had children. Our sex life had never been what you might call rampant, and her hysterectomy killed that as she said she would not be able to become wet enough for me to penetrate her without much discomfort. Linda enjoys giving me a blow-job from time to time and, as our relationship is brilliant in all other respects, it seems a small price to pay. After she has sucked me to completion, and swallowed the lot, I usually return the favour until she cums too. Several days after Linda’s comment about the size of James’s manhood, she told me that he had become quite ‘flirty’ during their conversations while I was not there. I told her it was much like the young men she works with trying to chat her up, so she should be used to it by now. I told her “get used to it, you’re a beautiful woman, you should be used to horny men fancying you by now”. She said “yes, but I might want to flirt back this time” and I said “just go for it”. A while ago, I read something on the internet about wife-sharing, a concept which quite excited me, although I realised that the chances of interesting Linda in something like that would be close to zero. James ate dinner with us at the hotel that evening and I found him remarkably good company. We drank two full bottles of wine and, by the time we went through to the bar for an after dinner drink, we were all feeling a little mellow. Linda excused herself to powder her nose, leaving James and me to chat alone. As soon as my wife was out of earshot, he apologised that he had been flirting with Linda during their chats by the pool. I told him I was not offended, as she is a beautiful woman, and I was pleased that he was coming out of his shell. It crossed my mind that I should try to push things on a little, so I also suggested that I would also not be offended if he “made a pass at Linda”, although I couldn’t guarantee how she might react to it. By the time we got into bed, I was feeling quite horny about my attempts to provoke something between Linda and James so, for a change, I initiated sex with my wife by going down on her. She had a very noisy orgasm and flooded my face with her juices so much that I decided I would attempt intercourse, the first time for several years. Linda was so aroused, she just pulled me inside and was quickly orgasming again, with lots of vocal appreciation. Cumming inside her was so much better than her usual blow-job. As we lay enjoying the afterglow, I wondered whether James had heard us in his room next door. The following morning, I managed to complete my regular walk a bit earlier than normal. It might be because the thought of my wife flirting with another man excited me to the point where I was walking faster, or maybe I subconsciously cut a few corners on my daily walk but, when I got back to the hotel, Linda was not in her usual place next to the pool. I looked around, including the pool-bar to see if I could see her, but she was nowhere to be seen. My mind was turning somersaults at what might have resulted from my ‘stirring the pot’ the previous day, not to mention the sex we enjoyed last night, but I decided I should not go looking for her, The thought of finding her ‘in-flagrante’ excited me enormously but I decided it would be too embarrassing for both of us, so I got a drink from the pool bar and perched myself on one of the bar stools to await her appearance. I was there for nearly 30 minutes before Linda appeared, this time wearing shorts and a T shirt, rather than her usual one-piece swimming costume. I watched her looking towards her usual spot by the pool before she saw me, walking straight over and planting a gentle kiss on my mouth. She tasted slightly strange, although I couldn’t immediately put my finger on what made me think that. She said hi and did I have a nice walk, to which I responded yes, the usual mundane route, it’s starting to get a bit boring, perhaps I need to try somewhere different. My wife asked if we could go upstairs to talk, so I said of course my love. As we walked towards the hotel building, she grasped my hand and held me close to her as we walked towards the lift. Once in the lift, I slid my arm round her waist, and she turned towards me to kiss me again on the mouth. In the confines of the lift, it suddenly occurred to me that it was not the taste on her lips I had noticed, but that she smelled of sex – a slightly sweaty odour and a strong smell of sperm. When we got inside our room, Linda hung the ‘do not disturb’ sign on the door handle, before turning to me with a serious look on her face. There was a long pause before she said “you know you said it was OK for me to flirt with James ……..” I suppose I could have dragged out the conversation and get her to admit what she had done, but I was so happy to have achieved my objective, I said “you look as though you have been well fucked, was it good?” She started to look at the floor, but I enveloped her in my arms and kissed her passionately. By the time we broke the kiss, Linda seemed to have recovered her composure, and she said “do you want sloppy seconds then?” With great excitement, we began stripping off each other’s clothes. T shirts, shorts and Linda’s bra were off in no time at all, but she then stopped me so we could climb onto the bed together, explaining that she had a wad of tissues inside her panties to stop James’s sperm leaking out. She lay back on the bed so I could gently pull her panties, together with the wad of tissues, down. Her pussy lips looked slightly stretched and red, and as I stared at her pussy, Linda said “fuck me …… please fuck me …… now” Needless to say, I had had a raging erection since we got out of the lift so, without further ado, I slid my cock into her sodden pussy. I don’t know whether I was capable of giving her a good fucking after she had been stretched by James, but my wife was quickly orgasming as I pumped her sloppy pussy. She wrapped her legs around my back, practically shouting “OH YES” which was all the motivation I needed to explode inside her, both of us expressing our undying love for each other. As we lay facing each other recovering, Linda said “so you’re not angry with me” and I had to admit that I had been encouraging them both the previous day. She looked at me quizzically, so I felt I should tell my wife what I had read about wife-sharing, adding that the husband reclaiming his wife afterwards was an important part of the process. She thought about it for some time, before saying “so you want me to be a hotwife” and I said I thought it could be quite fun for both of us. We showered together (but not before I had cleaned up the mess in her pussy – I really could get used to sloppy seconds) and we then went downstairs for a late lunch. We met James later that day and he seemed a bit hesitant initially, but I invited him to have dinner with us that evening and I think he realised I was not upset about what had happened. I have just realised how long my tale is developing into, perhaps because I am so excited about what happened. I will stop for now, and return for part 2 in a day or so.