It started on holiday in gulf of St Tropez some 17 years ago. We were staying near Port Grimaud for a few week for our annual summer holiday, and on this occasion we had taken one of my wife’s friends to stay the first week with us. No it’s not what you think! We will call her Wendy. Wendy was having a bit of a rough time at home and needed to get away for a few days, so my ever helpful wife Karen had suggested that she join us.
A week into the holiday, Wendy’s last night before flying back, we all went down to the Harbour in St Tropez for the evening. This included our 9 year old daughter. We had a meal and few drinks and I could see that the girls were in no mood to go back too early. I suggested that if they wanted to stay longer I would take our daughter back and they could get a taxi back later. Karen jumped at the chance and the slightly sullen Wendy agreed. At about 10:30, around two hours after I had got back a taxi dropped Wendy back off alone. She looked……… well, pissed off, hardly spoke and went straight to bed!
Around four in the morning I woken by a rather tipsy Karen slipping naked into bed with me. She was a little giggly and clearly very horny. She leaned over and sucked on of my nipples to get my attention (it always does the trick)
In a low voice so as not to wake anyone else up and told me in a slightly slurred voice that she had been a “very bad girl”. Don’t worry I said, we all have a few drinks sometimes, don’t apologise.
“No” she said. “I have been a really bad girl”. Not sure what she was talking about I asked her to explain. I expected that she had been snogged, or groped or just plain naughty. What she said next hit me like a hammer blow. “Well…. I have been fucked senseless doggy style over the bonnet of a Mercedes convertible by a gorgeous hunk with a big dick, please don’t be angry!” I was stunned. Up till then we had I thought been an ordinary married couple. Not sure if she was kidding or not I was just about to say something when she continued. “We met at the Cafe de Paris where you left us, so it’s partly your fault as well”.
The then nameless ‘hunk’ had been in there with a group of male friends drinking champagne and he asked the two girls to join them. One drink had led to another and before long they were being escorted to the VIP Rooms and more champagne was being ordered. The crowd they had met were clearly well off ordering bottles of Cristal at £200 a bottle without a care. Cutting through my long winded preamble the drinks led to dancing, dancing led to kissing and kissing led to petting, at which point Wendy decided her life was complicated enough and as she was flying home the next morning suggested to Karen that they left.
Reluctantly Karen agreed and they said their goodbyes at which point the hunk insisted that he call them a taxi and pay for it, as it was 1am and taxis were scarce and expensive at that time of night in August. With Wendy walking ahead as he carefully escorted Lauren out his hand again found its way to her pert bum under her decent but short summer dress, and his fingers flipped inside her flimsy thong and into her already ever-so wet smooth pussy. At his point any pretence of leaving St Tropez then went out of Karens head.
A taxi was quickly found and Wendy gently but firmly placed in it. Not before she had witnessed the far from sober Lauren unzip the hunk and start to give him a blow job in dark side street just back from the old port. I only learned this bit from Wendy several years later.
Karen said to me “Oh god it was amazing, He was a great kisser and we went from bar to bar and he just kept stopping and pulling me the maze of alleyways and bending be over and fucking me at every opportunity. In the end we found this new Merc 500 SL and he pushed me over the bonnet and fucked me really hard and properly from behind. I’m sure loads of people must have saw us but by then I really didn’t care, I just kept having orgasm after orgasm, I could hardly walk after”.
Before I could help myself I just had to ask “And did he cum?” “Oooh yes” she said “loads, do you want to feel?” “Where did he cum?” I asked with a suddenly dry mouth, and with that my dirty little wife took my hand and led it to her smooth, shaven, soaking wet and very swollen pussy. I had never been so hard or so turned on in my life! All I wanted to do was fuck her then and there, but that was going to have to wait. “Oh, he has invited me to their villa at Gassin for a party tomorrow afternoon and said you would drive me up and drop me off there”. With that she kissed me, wrapped her other hand around my painfully stiff cock, sighed, and drifted off to sleep. Our life was never going to be the same again!! From that day forward and with my more than willing involvement Karen had many lovers, some just for the night and others which were long term boyfriends. I have never had the urge to play away and instead lived a wanton life vicariously through her energetic and enthusiastic sex life.
A week into the holiday, Wendy’s last night before flying back, we all went down to the Harbour in St Tropez for the evening. This included our 9 year old daughter. We had a meal and few drinks and I could see that the girls were in no mood to go back too early. I suggested that if they wanted to stay longer I would take our daughter back and they could get a taxi back later. Karen jumped at the chance and the slightly sullen Wendy agreed. At about 10:30, around two hours after I had got back a taxi dropped Wendy back off alone. She looked……… well, pissed off, hardly spoke and went straight to bed!
Around four in the morning I woken by a rather tipsy Karen slipping naked into bed with me. She was a little giggly and clearly very horny. She leaned over and sucked on of my nipples to get my attention (it always does the trick)
In a low voice so as not to wake anyone else up and told me in a slightly slurred voice that she had been a “very bad girl”. Don’t worry I said, we all have a few drinks sometimes, don’t apologise.
“No” she said. “I have been a really bad girl”. Not sure what she was talking about I asked her to explain. I expected that she had been snogged, or groped or just plain naughty. What she said next hit me like a hammer blow. “Well…. I have been fucked senseless doggy style over the bonnet of a Mercedes convertible by a gorgeous hunk with a big dick, please don’t be angry!” I was stunned. Up till then we had I thought been an ordinary married couple. Not sure if she was kidding or not I was just about to say something when she continued. “We met at the Cafe de Paris where you left us, so it’s partly your fault as well”.
The then nameless ‘hunk’ had been in there with a group of male friends drinking champagne and he asked the two girls to join them. One drink had led to another and before long they were being escorted to the VIP Rooms and more champagne was being ordered. The crowd they had met were clearly well off ordering bottles of Cristal at £200 a bottle without a care. Cutting through my long winded preamble the drinks led to dancing, dancing led to kissing and kissing led to petting, at which point Wendy decided her life was complicated enough and as she was flying home the next morning suggested to Karen that they left.
Reluctantly Karen agreed and they said their goodbyes at which point the hunk insisted that he call them a taxi and pay for it, as it was 1am and taxis were scarce and expensive at that time of night in August. With Wendy walking ahead as he carefully escorted Lauren out his hand again found its way to her pert bum under her decent but short summer dress, and his fingers flipped inside her flimsy thong and into her already ever-so wet smooth pussy. At his point any pretence of leaving St Tropez then went out of Karens head.
A taxi was quickly found and Wendy gently but firmly placed in it. Not before she had witnessed the far from sober Lauren unzip the hunk and start to give him a blow job in dark side street just back from the old port. I only learned this bit from Wendy several years later.
Karen said to me “Oh god it was amazing, He was a great kisser and we went from bar to bar and he just kept stopping and pulling me the maze of alleyways and bending be over and fucking me at every opportunity. In the end we found this new Merc 500 SL and he pushed me over the bonnet and fucked me really hard and properly from behind. I’m sure loads of people must have saw us but by then I really didn’t care, I just kept having orgasm after orgasm, I could hardly walk after”.
Before I could help myself I just had to ask “And did he cum?” “Oooh yes” she said “loads, do you want to feel?” “Where did he cum?” I asked with a suddenly dry mouth, and with that my dirty little wife took my hand and led it to her smooth, shaven, soaking wet and very swollen pussy. I had never been so hard or so turned on in my life! All I wanted to do was fuck her then and there, but that was going to have to wait. “Oh, he has invited me to their villa at Gassin for a party tomorrow afternoon and said you would drive me up and drop me off there”. With that she kissed me, wrapped her other hand around my painfully stiff cock, sighed, and drifted off to sleep. Our life was never going to be the same again!! From that day forward and with my more than willing involvement Karen had many lovers, some just for the night and others which were long term boyfriends. I have never had the urge to play away and instead lived a wanton life vicariously through her energetic and enthusiastic sex life.
