We had met Niamh on our previous visit to Southern Spain. Nothing happened on that occasion with her, however my wife had blurted out whilst intoxicated, "If I was gay, you'd be my type."

Niamh had swapped details with my wife and the comment had clearly turned her head but due to a moody and jealous boyfriend, nothing went any further apart from a bit of harmless flirting and conversation.
Niamh was a classy blonde, early 50's, slim, high cheek bones with a super figure, suspect through her then personal trainer boyfriend.
Niamh was a talented singer, self employed, settled in Marbella and specialised in Broadway genre (Les Miserable, Cats, Oliver etc). She oozed class and owned the venue wherever she went. It's like time stood still on the occasion we first saw her.

Fast forward to the end of April the same year, we had again gone away to the Costa Del Sol. Careful planning on my part to make sure I only missed an away game during the football season, we'd planned on a six night break.
Our accommodation was on a different part of the coast to the February before, albeit a small Airbnb one bedroom apartment with a spiral staircase leading up to the large roof terrace. The terrace was only overlooked by a hotel stairwell and had undercover sofas and outside sunbed furniture for use whilst there.
After checking in just after midnight via a key safe, we went to bed so we could get a headstart the following day. My wife went to the local supermarket for water, fruit and coffee, I stayed behind and unpacked the shared case making sure everything was put away, either folded or hung up. There were no surprises in the case on this occasion, no sexy lingerie, toys or anything else. I was slightly disappointed as I'd hoped to find something nice.

Once we'd put our ducks in a row, we headed for the beach. Our type of holiday is typically a beach day which gives us time to relax away from our busy jobs. Also an opportunity to people watch, check out the gorgeous bodies in several states of undress and listen to music / podcasts & read.

Occasionally, with my wife being a redhead and freckly, she needed a break from the sun so we'd walk with drink stops or she'd disappear for some retail therapy, leaving me to sunbathe.
Typically, we'd come off the beach late afternoon and have a bite to eat with drinks. Sometimes we'd stay out for the night in our beach gear, sometimes go back for a shower and head back out for tea. Nothing is set in stone, no definite rules which works for us.

Three days into the holiday, my football team were away playing at 3pm (4pm Spanish time), so I'd planted the seed early that I'd be coming off the beach early to shower and go to watch. The pub showing the football was literally 50 yards away from our apartment and showed pretty much every game requested due to the many screens. My wife decided to leave the beach at the same time to shower and spend time on the roof terrace.

We said our goodbyes and I headed to get a drink and seat before kick off. Showered & shaved, I felt good. Had a decent tan, a nice aftershave on and dressed in shorts & tee shirt with smart leather Berkenstocks. I got myself a pint and settled down. The bar was busy but only myself and a girl from the North East watching my game. We exchanged pleasantries and I admired her from my seat, briefly chatting when I bought drinks, albeit obviously nothing in it after she refused a drink.
Not to worry, suspect I was a little more horny than usual due to not having any action since arriving. This wasn't my part but my wife's, however found out why within the next couple of hours.
Just before the game finished, my phone buzzed. It was a message from my wife asking if I was alone. I left it until the end of the game to reply, telling her I was. I bought another drink to receive another message.

"Finish your drink and come back at 645pm."

I then received a picture message from my wife. Full length, naked, lay on the outside settee with a hand clearly playing with her pussy.

I nearly spat my beer out. There was nobody behind me so I looked again and replied. The message had been set to disappear and no screen shot was warranted so as it disappeared before my eyes, I tried to take in the lasting image. I couldn't wait another half an hour but the instruction and time was clear.
With my head buried in my phone, I asked for another picture.

I was unaware of my surroundings, tunnel vision had set in when I was suddenly aware of someone stood by the side of me. My phone pinged again and I opened the message. Another naked picture of my wife.

"She's gorgeous isn't she?"

I looked up to see Niamh stood there commenting on my private picture. "Let me see," she said.
Slightly stammering, I handed over my phone for Niamh to appreciate the picture before it disappeared.
"What you doing here?" I asked.
"I knew you were in the area, thought I'd say hello."

Niamh was dressed in a tight tee shirt which showed her ample boobs and perfect figure off, a pair of high cut denim shorts and flip flops. Not sexy but sexy at the same time from who was wearing the outfit. Her nails and toe nails were done and she looked fit.

My phone was handed back to me and I saw it was 640pm. I needed to go but was drawn. What do I do? Stay with Niamh in the hope of getting something or head back to guaranteed sex?

I didn't need to decide, Niamh did it for me. "We best go, don't want to be late. Is it far?"
I'd been set up!

Myself and Niamh left the bar where she gave me the most sexiest smile I'd ever encountered.

On getting into the apartment, Niamh leant in and kissed me full on. Her tongue probed my mouth and I was instantly erect. Everything moved slowly and Niamh started to pull off my top, remove my shorts until I was naked. Niamh slowly held my hard cock as she kissed me before kneeling in front of me. Niamh took my cock in her mouth, slowly and methodically sucking and licking along my length. I didn't want to cum yet but I was in heaven. Niamh expertly used her lips and teeth to suck and nibble away before standing up and removing her own tee shirt. Her pert, firm tits were released. Her nipples were small but areolas quite large. No tan lines. Her shorts were peeled off to reveal a pearl beaded thong which covered nothing. I could see she was waxed, completely bald. I reached down as I kissed her again, to be met with resistance. I knew she was wet from the glistening glow from her clearly aroused pussy lips. "Leave them on for your wife," she said.

With another locking and biting of lips, Niamh held my cock and led me to the staircase.
Due to the staircase being narrow, Niamh released my cock and walked up in front of me. I was now eye level with her smooth tanned arse and protruding wet pussy lips, both poorly hidden by the pearl string from front to back. As we reached the top, my naked, outstretched wife was still lay in the same position as she'd sent in the picture message and was masturbating. She inserted fingers into her open cunt, switching to her swollen clitoris. Eyes closed but knowing we were there.
Niamh took hold of my erection and we walked over.

My wife opened her eyes and just smiled at us both, still playing with herself. Niamh manoeuvred me so my cock was level with my wife's mouth and fed it in. My wife moaned as she took what she could and Niamh knelt by my side, level with my cock before removing me and kissing my wife long and hard. They kissed passionately for what seemed like an eternity. Niamhs hand reached down to my wife's soaking pussy and took over masturbating her whilst still kissing her. My wife rubbed and kneaded Niamh's tits.

Once the kissing broke, Niamh went to my wife's pussy and started to work on her pink wet lips, sucking her clitoris. My wife took my cock and started to suck me again. "Fuck her," she demanded.
I needed no encouragement and moved behind Niamh, using the settee to rest one knee on. I slowly entered her privacy with ease and slid all the way in. Niamh was still head deep in my wife's pussy and I knew I was in the verge of cumming. I quickened my pace, slamming my hard cock in as deep as I could go and at the last minute pulled out and shot my hot steamy cum over her back and arse cheeks. I was hoping to last longer but didn't stand a chance.

My wife also came and for the first time ever, squirted. Her love juice was all over Niamh's mouth and chin. Myself and wife were both a quivering mess but Niamh hadn't finished.

Niamh positioned herself over the top of my wife's mouth, the pearl thong still in place. Niamh lowered herself down onto her face and my wife started lapping away.
I knew it would be some time before I was ready again and Niamh sensed this. Niamh beckoned me to her and started to wank my limp cock in an attempt to get it back to life. I leant over and kissed Niamh, biting her lips, tasting my wifes cum and occasionally breaking away to see my wife's bald, pink, swollen pussy still pulsating.

Niamh was so hot as was my wife. This had to be a dream. With Niamh's hand working overtime, my cock started to grow. "Now you can fuck her," Niamh told me.

I positioned myself at my wife's love tunnel and started to fuck her. I was knelt on the floor, my wife was lay with her legs now off the settee and Niamh was grinding away on my wife's face.
After only a few minutes, Niamh's hips started to buck and her groans got louder. She was cumming and this tipped me over. I released my load deep into my wife, Niamh came too and with a helping hand whilst I was still inside, Niamh leant forward and finished my wife off by rubbing her clit.

I climbed off, as did Niamh. My wife and Niamh kissed slowly, licking each others faces, tasting their own love juices in each others mouths. I was now a passenger and watched the erotic exchange between the two.
I went down to the kitchen excited at what I'd just experienced. I grabbed a beer and bottle of wine from the fridge and headed back to the roof terrace.
As I got to the top of the stairs, I glanced across to the hotel to see a solitary male at one of the windows watching everything. This was all new. Not wanting to scare him off, my look was only a glance but as I joined the French kissing girls, I could see the male in my periphery vision looking over.
Whilst they kissed, their hands found each others tits, then between the legs and both played with each other. Both were soaking wet and it wasn't long before they were in a 69 position with my wife on top. Niamh's cunt and wife's head were next to me, within touching distance. I watched and admired as they again brought each other to orgasm using just their tongues, myself hard again but just watching on. Niamh had been lapping away at my wife's pussy which was still full of my cum. This was beautiful.

After a glass of wine each and lots of touchy feeling, my cock also got some attention as they both knelt before me. I didn't cum again but realised our little voyeur friend had disappeared from the stairs, making me happy that they'd put a display on so presumably he could release his seed elsewhere.
Niamh left shortly after and via social media, my wife and Niamh are still in touch. The rest of our holiday was filled with intimacy, reminiscing daily about our experience with Niamh in the hope it'll be repeated one day.... watch this space!