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                 A Modern Love Story Chapters 11 to 16
 						
                           By						

                        Octavian

(This is the third of four instalments of a previously posted complete story.
It has been reposted in smaller segments to make for easier downloading.
It is recommended that you read the first two instalments before embarking on this,
the third.)




Chapter 11

   "Hello, is that you Ben?" The voice on the phone was familiar. Jane on the 
switchboard had informed me it was a personal call.  
   "Yes, who's that?"
    "It's Carl. Can you talk?" I got up and shut my office door. I picked up the 
phone once more.
   "I can now."
   "Sorry to ring you at work but I wanted to talk to you, rather than Kelly."
   "Go on."
   "Well Ben, it's like this. Kelly might have told you I've just bought a villa in 
Majorca. I needed to spend some money before the taxman got his hands on it." 
He laughed.  "It's got two bedrooms and they've each got an en-suite. It's very 
private and it's got its own pool. Well, I'm going to be out there for most of 
September and... well, I was wondering if you and Kelly fancied coming out.  
There'd be no cost to you, a bit of food and drink maybe, and of course your air 
fare."
    I told him it sounded very attractive. He gave me the dates and I said I would 
call him back. I felt a frisson of excitement. If the villa was as private as Carl said, 
we could do anything that took our fancy. And I needed a holiday. We had 
originally planned to be away in Spring but that had been cancelIed because of 
the take-over battle. I knew we wouldn't be able to take a month, but we could 
have two weeks. I checked my diary. The first two weeks were definitely out. The 
last two weeks were okay. Oh bollocks! There was an important presentation on 
the Wednesday of the second week. It was to a new client and we had already 
postponed it once. Maybe I could still get out of it. I explained the situation to 
Paul, acknowledging that it was at rather short notice. 
   "It's going to be difficult, Ben. Giles will be on his honeymoon." I put my hand to 
my forehead. I'd forgotten that. And he was the only one who could deputise for 
me. "Really, Ben, I ought not to let you go at such short notice, but because you 
gave up your holiday earlier I will agree to it on one condition. If I cannot get a 
stand-in, you have to agree to return, and if that is the case, we'll pick up all your 
travel costs."
    He was being fair and I couldn't really argue. He could have refused 
permission for me to go in the first place because I hadn't given him sufficient 
notice. Yet not only did he agree I could go, but he was also prepared to pay for 
a return ticket if I had to return. Kelly had no such problems and could take any 
two weeks.  Accordingly I phoned Carl and said we'd be out for the last two 
weeks. During our conversation I discovered that we would all be coming back 
on the same flight.
    And then the bad news! My presence would be required in the office on the 
Wednesday week after all.  And since we were due to fly home on the Friday 
there seemed very little point in my going back. Kelly said that she would come 
home with me but I told her not to bother. She might as well come back with Carl 
three days later. It was bad enough that I should have to cut short my holiday; 
why spoil hers, too?  
    We were in the departure lounge at Gatwick Airport, on the Saturday waiting to 
catch an early evening flight to Palma. Kelly was wearing a sleeveless lilac 
broderie anglaise blouse, and a matching plain short skirt. The lilac effect was 
complemented by the mauve nail polish she had applied to her fingers and to her 
toenails. She was already quite tanned from sunbathing in the garden the 
previous weekend, in fact she would not have looked out of place had she been 
in the arrivals hall, having just returned from her holiday. But hers was about to 
start and she was excited. She kept turning to look at the departures board, 
trying to see if our flight had been called and with every movement of her head, 
her long dark hair would bounce on her shoulders.
    But the commencement of our long delayed holiday wasn't the only reason for 
Kelly's happy frame of mind. There was the not insignificant fact that that Carl 
would be there. She hadn't seen him for three weeks now and had missed the 
sheer intensity of their physical relationship. She was looking forward to 
'sleeping' with him that night. Kelly and I had provisionally agreed that she would 
alternate her nights with Carl and me, a sort of adult timeshare really! The 
departures board was now showing a gate for our flight. We picked up our bags 
and arrived there just as the plane had begun to board. We were only twenty 
minutes late departing and after an uneventful flight we landed at Palma. We 
grabbed a trolley and joined the milling crowd in the baggage hall. And before 
very long we were out in the main area. 
     Carl was already there to meet us and he had a broad welcoming smile on his 
face as we came up to him. He put his arms around Kelly as he kissed her and 
then he shook my hand. We made the usual small talk that everyone seems to 
engage in at airports; how was the flight; how has the weather been, etc.  And 
then we followed him out to his car. Even though it was quite late in the evening, 
the temperature had not really dropped and as we stepped outside the air-
conditioned terminal building, the sultriness was surprising. It was somewhat 
oppressive and the atmosphere was not rendered more pleasant by the 
occasional whiff of kerosene. However his car was not too far away and we were 
soon on our way to his villa, not much more than one hour distant.
    It was completely dark by the time we arrived. Carl zapped the electric gates 
and we drove in. The drive was about a hundred metres long and at its end was 
the single-storey villa. As we approached it, sensors switched on the exterior 
lights illuminating the surprising amount of greenery and colour that contrasted 
with the white painted facade. Carl unlocked the wide front door that opened into 
the lounge. We walked in, our footsteps resounding on the beige ceramic tiled 
floor. The lounge was quite large and contained a sofa, an easy chair and a small 
dining table with four chairs. At the far end was the kitchen, and a line of work 
surfaces delineated the change of use. A door led out from the kitchen to a 
terraced area on the right, where the swimming pool was situated. 
    The bedrooms were located either side of the lounge. Carl's was on the right 
hand side as we entered. He was thus able to overlook the pool and the terrace 
from his bedroom window. Carl ushered us into the other bedroom and left us to 
unpack. The room was a narrower than the lounge but about the same length. It 
had a double aspect with windows at the front and at the side. At the far end was 
a door leading into the en-suite. The walls were finished in the ubiquitous 
Spanish white rough textured style. On each side of the ample double bed was a 
small low bedside unit, which matched the dark wood of the two freestanding 
solid looking wardrobes. There was a matching dressing table with a large mirror, 
around the edge of which, was a built in light. The en-suite bathroom was more 
than adequate. There was a bidet, a large hand basin and a toilet all in white 
china with ornate brass accessories. In the corner was a shower cubicle with a 
bronze screen. The lighting in the bathroom was very bright, in sharp contrast to 
the subdued wall lighting of the bedroom.  
    We finished unpacking the cases and went out to the terrace, where Carl was 
already seated. The lighting on the terrace was also subdued, two small lamps 
on the wall providing what little overhead light there was. The underwater lights in 
the pool were all that illuminated the terrace at that end. Carl was already 
enjoying a cold beer and he fetched two more from the fridge when we joined 
him. With the luggage unpacked, our clothing put away and with the cold beers in 
front of us I felt the holiday had finally started. It had been a long day, the 
travelling had been tiring and it was great to be able to unwind. I sat back 
contentedly in the chair deeply inhaling the warm night air, scented as it was with 
the aroma of basil and oregano. In the distance I could see the lights of a small 
village and in the blackness above us the stars were gleaming. 
    Kelly finished her drink and said that she would take a shower to freshen up. 
Carl and I remained on the balcony and had another beer. He told me a little bit 
about the area. We were not far from Cala d'Or in the southeast part of Majorca. 
He also told me about a couple of places that we might want to visit. Twenty 
minutes later, Kelly returned. She was wearing a pale green camisole, matching 
high cut panties, and some sling backs. Despite the low lighting I could discern 
her dark shadow through the gossamer fabric of her panties. She really did look 
fantastic. I asked her if she'd like another drink. 
   "No thanks, Ben." She was looking directly at Carl, and in a sultry voice she 
said, "What I'd really like, is to say 'hello' to Carl properly." Without waiting for an 
answer, she turned and walked back into the villa. She had never looked more 
provocative.  
    Carl glanced at me and made as if to shrug his shoulders, but his expression 
could not conceal his delight. As he got up to follow her, he looked at me and 
said, "How can I refuse?" An afterthought occurred to him as he reached the 
door. "Help yourself to a beer when you want, Ben. There's plenty in the fridge. 
Just make yourself at home."
    I went in to get one, just as Carl was about to close his bedroom door. I caught 
a glimpse of Kelly. She was already lying on his bed. 
    I went back to my chair on the terrace. It was very quiet. There were hardly 
any sounds from the road below; an odd motorbike or car but that was all. 
Spanish villas are designed to be cool; they are not designed to absorb sound. 
The solid glazed floors tend to reflect and even to amplify sound. The windows of 
the villa were open, and the sounds emanating from Carl's bedroom were carried 
to me in the balmy night air. I knew what they were doing even though I could not 
see them. I heard their low voices, the odd laugh, and then the quiet before 
Kelly's whimpers became audible.  Insistent repetitive whimpers, moreover, that 
gradually increased in frequency and in volume. A whimper that became a cry, 
and a cry that rent the night air as she climaxed.
    I must have fallen asleep out on the terrace. I looked at my watch when I woke 
up and I realised that I had been sitting out there for two hours! I had to get to 
bed. As I entered the villa I noticed that Carl had opened his bedroom door, 
presumably to allow the cooler evening air to circulate. When I'd been sitting out 
on the terrace I was under some cover and I hadn't realised that a full moon had 
risen. It was now shining through the open bedroom window, bathing them in 
moonlight. They were fast asleep on top of the covers. Carl was naked. Kelly had 
kept her camisole on but her matching panties were nowhere to be seen. His 
hand was casually resting on her thigh. Her hand was loosely holding his flaccid 
penis.
Chapter 12

    I woke up early the next morning. I was going to make some tea but I could 
hear noises from Carl's bedroom and it was obvious that they were at it again. So 
I decided I'd wait a while. I must have dozed off because the next moment Kelly 
was in my bed saying, "Rise and shine, or at least rise!"  Her hand was around 
my cock. She kissed me, her tongue immediately in my mouth.
   "Morning, Kelly, did you have a good night?" 
   "Hello, Ben. Yes I did, thank you, and now you're going to have a good 
morning!"  She started to stroke my cock and it began to stiffen. When she was 
happy that it was hard enough, she straddled me and lowered herself onto it. She 
was very loose and very, very wet. Try as I might there was absolutely no friction 
and there was no way that I could achieve a climax. I was aware of the 
increasing wetness around the base of my cock.
   "It's no good, Kelly, I'm sorry but I can't come like this." She got off me and lay 
on her back, spreading her legs. I looked at her open, wet and well-used fanny. I 
reinserted my sticky length into her and as I thrust away I knew that it wasn't 
going to work this way either. She was just far too loose. 
    She knew too. "Don't worry, Ben." I withdrew from her and lay down alongside 
her.
   "Sorry, Kelly."
   "That's alright", she said and she moved down to take me in her mouth, despite 
the fact that it was liberally coated with Carl's semen. I watched our reflection in 
the mirror. She was trying to bring me off with her hand, whilst she continued to 
suck me. But she was beginning to tire.
   I reached down and covered her hand with my own. Knowing what I was about 
to do she removed her hand. Taking care not to hit Kelly in the face, I began to 
masturbate. It wasn't long before I was ejaculating in her mouth. She waited until 
I'd finished before she reached for a tissue and emptied her mouth into it. We 
turned on our sides to face each other and we kissed. Her mouth still tasted of 
my semen. 
   Her voice was very soft when she spoke. "I'm not going to leave you out, you 
know."
   "I know you're not, Kelly, but you don't have to worry about me, honestly." I 
paused. "When you're with him I usually jerk-off, anyway."
   "You must want more than that."
   "Not really, Kelly. Look, what you just did was great but you don't have to do it."
   "What do you mean, Ben?" 
   "Kelly, I know it's hard to understand. In fact I'm still not sure that I fully 
understand it myself, even after all these weeks. All the same, I'll try and explain 
it to you. I really love you, Kelly. I love you because of the person you are. I love 
your sense of humour, I love you because of your sympathetic nature, and I love 
the way you radiate happiness wherever you go. I know that you try to make me 
happy and in that respect you really do succeed. I could not be happier, honestly. 
And you've got so much patience and tolerance, far more than anyone I've ever 
known. Then there's the physical side. You are absolutely gorgeous to look at 
and you have a wonderful body. Making love to you is fantastic. Oral sex with 
you is out of this world. I could never tire of the taste of your fanny and I adore 
the way you suck me and let me cum in your mouth. I could go on even more, 
Kelly, but I assume you've got the picture." I moved slightly and eased my hand 
between her upper thighs.  In this position my fingers could bathe in her wetness.  
"Kelly, I want you to know that as far as I'm concerned you're perfect. But, and 
this is the crucial point, certain things are so perfect, that they cry out to be 
shared with others. Imagine if there was only one record of, say Beethoven's 
Fifth, and I had it. I would have to play it to someone else so that they would also 
know that it is a masterpiece.
   "I'm not sure what you're driving at."
    "It's simple really, Kelly. I think it would be very sad if I were the only person to 
know how good you are in bed. Fortunately I'm not; Carl knows about you, too. 
And that in turn excites me. Last night, when you told Carl you wanted him, I saw 
the delight on his face. Do you know, I felt really proud of you, I really did. And I 
saw you on his bed afterwards, when you were asleep. You still had your 
camisole on, but not your knickers. You've no idea how arousing that was. When 
I went to bed I had to toss myself off. Even talking about it now is having an 
effect on my cock!" I felt her fingers around it. "See what I mean?"
   "Where is this all leading to, Ben?"         
   "It's simple really.  When you think about it, all three of us want the same thing. 
So, make the most of the opportunity. If you want to fuck him, or if he wants to 
fuck you, then do it. It doesn't matter whatever else you're doing." 
   "Whatever else I'm doing?" Her incomprehension was obvious. 
   "Well, not literally, Kelly! I don't mean if you're shopping in Sainsbury's or 
whatever the Majorcan equivalent is!  I mean when you're here in the villa, even 
if you're with me. I'll get turned on because I know how much you adore it when 
he fucks you." My fingers were still inside her. "And I like the results; when you're 
full of his cum, just like you are now." I got a bit carried away at this juncture. 
"There can never be too much of it. I want you overflowing with it." I saw her nose 
wrinkle at the prospect.  
   "But Ben, when I'm like this I can't even feel you." 
   "It doesn't matter to me, Kelly." 
   "Well it does to me! You know, Ben, I was looking forward to our holiday here. I 
guessed I'd be spending a lot of time on my back but it never occurred to me that 
it would only be with Carl.  I assumed that you'd want to make love to me, too."
   "I do, Kelly, honestly."
   "I don't think you do, Ben. The reality is you prefer to watch, don't you?" She 
still had a puzzled expression.
    "Well, perhaps sometimes, Kelly, I suppose you could say that, yes."  Did I 
really mean that? It was too late. I'd already said it.
    "I wish I could understand you, Ben."  And then she began to cry.
    "I wish I could understand myself. But I do love you, Kelly, I swear."
     She did not answer me but continued to cry silently. The pillow was now wet 
with her tears. I kissed her wet salty cheek but she told me to leave her alone. I 
told her I didn't mean to upset her but she ignored me. I kissed her once more 
and this time she told me to go away. I knew she meant it too; her actual words 
allowed for no ambiguity.  I slipped on some swimming shorts and leaving her in 
our bedroom, went out to the pool.  
     I felt really invigorated after swimming a dozen or so lengths. I climbed out 
and sat on a chair to dry off in the sun. I looked around me. We were situated 
near the top of a small hill. Carl's villa was in its own large grounds. There was 
any number of olive trees dotted around. The boundary of the property was 
fenced and lines of pine trees had been planted to form a screen. His nearest 
neighbour was some way away on the lower slopes, but only the roof of the 
building could be seen above the trees. Carl was correct when he said that his 
villa was very private.  Further away still was the little village whose lights we had 
seen last night and where, according to Carl, there was a bar that served good 
food. In the distance, through the shimmering heat haze, the sea was visible. The 
standard rectangular shaped pool was a good size with a small springboard at 
one end. Signs indicated that it was two metres deep at this end and one metre 
deep at the other. Scattered around the poolside were white plastic sun beds, on 
which were cushions in a blue and white check. Closer to the house there was a 
table and four chairs but these were in the shade as above them was a large 
timbered structure on which a dense bougainvillaea was flourishing. The clusters 
of small cerise flowers were in striking contrast to the azure blue sky. It was a 
lovely spot, for sure.
    A short while later Carl came out on to the terrace. He was naked. He was 
obviously proud of his body and rightly so. It wasn't just his dick; he had an 
excellent physique, too. He worked hard in the gym and it showed. But he was 
also an exhibitionist and he grasped this opportunity to walk around bollock 
naked. He walked straight past me and dived into the pool. After he'd swum 
about twenty lengths he climbed out and sauntered towards me. "That's better", 
he said. "The water's perfect", he added. He disappeared into the villa but soon 
re-appeared carrying a tray on which there was fruit juice, croissants and coffee. 
He was still naked and was to remain that way for most of the time we were at 
the villa. We were seated at a table drinking coffee when Kelly appeared.  She 
wore only a pair of high cut blue bikini bottoms. 
    She was looking all around her. "This really is beautiful," she said as she 
walked towards the pool. Carl agreed but he was thinking about her backside. 
Her lightly tanned firm rounded cheeks complemented the thin strip of blue 
material that purported to be a bikini bottom. She was moving in an almost 
hypnotic way and could not have looked more alluring. She stood at the edge of 
the pool for a while and then she turned round and sashayed back. With each 
step her full breasts gently swayed from side to side. Her nipples were already 
prominent, coaxed out and then caressed by the soft breeze. The shadow of her 
dark pubis and the contours of her labia could be seen through the thin blue 
material of the bikini bottom. She looked incredibly sexy. By the time she sat 
down Carl was half erect. She looked at him and laughed.  "Don't you ever think 
of anything else, Carl?" 
   "It's very difficult when you're around, Kelly!" He stood up and went indoors to 
get another cup of coffee. 
    She was still upset and in no mood to talk to me. However she was 
determined to look on the positive side, and to make the most of things.  She 
mentally listed them. One; the villa was perfect. Two; there was not a cloud in the 
sky. Three; she could still have a good time with Carl. Things weren't that bad, all 
in all. She sat down with us and took a croissant from the plate. She reached 
languidly for the jug and poured out an orange juice. 
   "Well, Kelly, do you like it?" Carl had returned.
   "It's wonderful, Carl." She looked up at the blue sky and squinted when her 
gaze strayed too near the sun. "I could easily get used to this, I really could." 
    We enjoyed a leisurely alfresco breakfast together. It didn't take long to clear 
away, to put the juice back in the fridge and to load the dishwasher. When Kelly 
was satisfied everything was in order she went back outside and made herself 
comfortable on a sun bed. I hadn't even shaved so I returned to my room. By the 
time I came out on to the terrace both Carl and Kelly appeared to have nodded 
off as they basked in the warmth of the sun. Carl had positioned his sun bed 
quite close to the one occupied by Kelly.  I dived in the pool and swam another 
few lengths. It is quite a pleasant sensation to swim naked.  When I'd had 
enough I climbed out and prepared for some sun bathing, spreading my towel out 
on a sun bed. I lay down and closed my eyes, already feeling the warmth of the 
sun on my back. The only sound was the gentle slap of the water against the 
sides of the pool and even this was diminishing as the water was gradually 
returning to its former calm state. The whole effect was soporific and the result 
was inevitable. It was Kelly's voice that woke me up. 
    "Carl, you'll no doubt be pleased to hear what Ben said to me this morning." 
She was making no effort to moderate her voice. She was still angry with me; 
that much was obvious and it was perfectly clear she had wanted me to hear 
what she was saying. She continued, "He says that you and I should indulge 
ourselves whenever we feel like it. It seems," she strongly emphasised the word 
'seems', "he prefers to watch." The venom in her words was quite apparent.  
   "Is that so?" Carl paused for a moment. He continued and this time the 
question was not rhetorical. "Is that a problem for you, Kelly?" He was trying to 
sound concerned.
   "I don't suppose it is for you, Carl."
   "So what would you say, then, if I said that I feel like it right now?"  I could hear 
the smile in his voice.
    She thought for a moment and then she laughed. "I think I would say, 'Snap!'" 
    He did not answer. I waited a while and then I looked at them. They had taken 
the cushions from their two sun beds to make a double mattress on the ground. 
Kelly was on her side facing me, her behind nestling into Carl's groin. Her eyes 
were closed but I knew she was awake. Her bikini bottoms were round one 
ankle. They were fucking. It was a slow comfortable fuck; it was too hot for 
anything else. And when he'd finished it was evident that she'd known all the 
time I was awake. She just looked at me and the briefest of smiles crossed her 
face.  "Satisfied?" she asked.  Then, without waiting for my answer, she again 
closed her eyes. They were still coupled together when she nodded off.  
    I had to admit one thing. She had taken notice of what I'd said. 

Chapter 13

    We were getting ready to go out that evening and I decided I'd try again to 
make amends. "Kelly, I'm sorry about this morning. I didn't mean it to sound as if 
I didn't want to have sex with you. I do!" 
    She was rather offhand. "You have a funny way of showing it, Ben! Anyway, it 
doesn't matter. I'm hardly likely to go short, am I?" 
    Still hoping that it did matter, I went into the bathroom to take a shower. I was 
drying myself when I walked back into the bedroom. Kelly, who had showered 
ahead of me, had combed her hair up in that enchanting style and was wearing 
another halter neck dress, this one in pale blue cotton. She was sitting on the 
edge of the bed applying a deep blue nail polish to her toenails. Her knee was up 
by her chin and it was clear that she was not wearing any underwear. "Aren't you 
putting any knickers on?" I asked.
    "Why, do you think I should? I thought you liked it when I went without. Would 
you rather I put some on?"
   "No Kelly, of course not." 
    I suppose it was an idiotic thing to have asked. Why should she wear any? It 
has always been a turn on for me to know she was naked under her dress and I 
could not imagine Carl complaining. There was a knock on the door and the man 
himself came in. He was wearing a green checked casual shirt and black chinos. 
Kelly carried on applying the polish.
   "Hello, Kelly", he said, " You look nice!" He looked at me and grinned. "Evening, 
Ben!"
    Kelly affected surprise. "Oh it's you, Carl. I didn't recognise you with your 
clothes on!" She stood up, still smiling at her own joke. The dress length was 
halfway up her thigh.  As she moved the halter neck revealed in a most 
tantalising way the sides of her breasts. "Well, how do I look?" she asked us 
both. 
    I told her that she looked stunning and kissed her. She put her arms around 
my neck and the hem of her dress rose to reveal the very tops of her legs and 
the beginning of the soft curves of her buttocks.  Carl, who was standing behind 
her, was afforded a delightful view.  
    We drove down to the harbour in Carl's car. It was a two-door job and Kelly 
volunteered to climb in the back. I gave her a helping hand, or more accurately a 
helping finger. She was very wet. It was only a ten minutes drive to the harbour 
and we were soon parked. It was a beautiful balmy evening with just the barest 
hint of a breeze. A large number of people were already milling around. Carl led 
the way into the restaurant. The building itself was not very big but there was a 
reasonable sized terrace on which there were a number of tables, most of which 
were already occupied. Carl spoke to a waiter and he led us to the one 
unoccupied table that overlooked the water's edge. There was a reserved sign 
on it and he promptly removed it. Kelly sat down, carefully holding the hem of her 
dress. I sat next to her and Carl sat opposite us both. 
    I looked at the harbour, observing the boats gently rising and falling in the 
almost imperceptible swell. They ranged in size from small fishing boats to large 
cabin cruisers, from boats that looked barely sea-worthy to luxurious gin palaces 
with every conceivable extra. On some of the latter, people could be seen sitting 
on deck with drinks in hand, ostensibly ignoring, but perhaps secretly enjoying 
the envious looks of the ordinary tourists who were trying to ascertain if such 
ostentatious wealth belonged to anyone they might recognise, a pop-star or a 
captain of industry. I watched a rather dilapidated fishing boat leave the harbour 
and I wondered how many hours would pass before it would return. 
    I heard the waiter say 'Buenos Noches' and I took the proffered menu from 
him, returning his greeting in my best Spanish. He replied, in English, and asked 
if I wanted a drink. I ordered a San Miguel, and I perused the menu, stroking my 
lip as I decided what to order. My taste buds were working overtime, but not 
because of the appetising choices on offer. Kelly's beautiful intimate flavour, still 
lingering on my finger, was the reason. Carl seemed unable to make up his mind 
what he wanted. He looked around to check that he couldn't be overheard and 
then he leaned forwards and spoke to us both.
   "They've got some nice things on the menu," he said in a conspiratorial voice, 
"but I have to say that the most edible thing I've seen tonight is Kelly's bum!"
    She made as if she was shocked but she was secretly delighted. She put on a 
somewhat haughty manner and said, "Well you'll have to choose something else, 
Carl, my bum's not on the menu".
    I tried to be funny. "Well it would be, Kelly, if you sat on it!"
    Our drinks arrived and we all touched glasses and wished each other a happy 
holiday. Carl finally decided what to eat and the waiter took our order. It was a 
very good restaurant. The food was excellent and so was the wine. At the end of 
the meal I paid the bill and then we drove back to the villa. Carl suggested we 
have a nightcap and went off to fix them. Kelly and I went out on the terrace and 
sat down at the table, having first pulled three chairs together. I turned to Kelly 
and told her that despite what I'd said earlier, I was glad she would be sleeping 
with me that night. She told me she was glad, too. I had my hand on her upper 
thigh. It was fairly dark and her legs were under the table so it wasn't obvious. 
    Carl returned with three glasses and a bottle of Rioja that he had just opened. 
He poured out the wine and then sat down next to Kelly. We sat there chatting 
and occasionally laughing. We were all very relaxed and were enjoying each 
other's company.  I was also enjoying an intimate contact with Kelly. My hand 
was now so high on Kelly's thigh that I could feel her pubic hair on the outside of 
my hand.  I was more than content just to leave it there; a little secret shared by 
the two of us, but it didn't remain a secret for long. I suppose it was no surprise 
that Carl had the idea to touch Kelly up, especially as he knew she had no 
underwear on. But it was a major surprise to him when his hand made 
unexpected contact with mine. In a violent reflex action, he pulled it away and in 
so doing, his knuckles rapped the underside of the table, causing the glasses to 
bounce. 
    It was rather comical, but Carl had actually hurt himself. Kelly who had 
laughed loudest, and who now felt a degree of guilt for doing so, immediately 
went into full Florence Nightingale mode. She went into the kitchen and returned 
with a cloth in which she'd wrapped some ice cubes. She placed it on the back of 
his hand and told him to keep it there as long as possible. Once she had satisfied 
herself that his injury was unlikely to be life threatening, she agreed that we could 
go to bed. She kissed Carl goodnight and we left him out on the terrace, nursing 
his bruised knuckles and the remainder of his drink.
    We were no sooner in bed than we were all over each other. We made urgent 
love and then in the post coital after glow we both drifted off to sleep, waking in 
the morning all the better for the perfect night's rest. The only evidence of the 
previous night's sexual activity was the pungent aroma of stale semen when 
Kelly moved in bed.
 
    

  



Chapter 14

    We had woken up to the sound of rain. Kelly kissed me and said that she 
would make the tea. She slipped out of bed, into her little green camisole and 
disappeared into the kitchen. Ten minutes later she reappeared carrying a tray 
on which there were three cups. She looked like a little French maid, except that 
she wasn't wearing the frilly knickers; in fact she wasn't wearing any knickers.  
She gave me a cup and said that she would take Carl's in personally, the 
notional reason being so that she could check how his hand was. I guessed that 
Carl would be pleasantly surprised. You don't often get a semi-naked nurse 
paying that much attention to a minor injury, even with a private medical scheme 
like BUPA! 
    Half an hour later she came back. I was already in the bathroom shaving. She 
came in and kissed me on my cheek. She ran some water in the bidet and as 
she douched herself she told me that, according to Carl, the rain was likely to 
clear up in the afternoon. She then showered and was still drying herself when 
she joined me in the bedroom, looking for something to wear.  We realised after 
the first morning that Carl didn't wear clothes in the villa and we were prepared to 
'do in Rome what the Romans do', but the rain had cooled things down 
considerably. Kelly felt rather cold, the erect state of her nipples providing ample 
evidence of the fact.  She looked in the wardrobe and selected a yellow tee shirt 
that just about covered her bottom.  She was about to slip some knickers on as 
well, but I intervened, putting on as shocked an expression as I could manage.
   "Surely," I asked, "it is not that cold is it?"  
    It was easy for me to say this; I was already wearing a pair of shorts. The 
double standards involved did not go unnoticed but Kelly, in a gesture typical of 
her generosity of spirit, sacrificed her comfort for my pleasure. The three of us 
breakfasted in the kitchen and watched the rain beating down on the terraced 
area outside. Carl said that he was planning to go to the bank in Cala D'or, and I 
asked if I could go with him, as it would give me the chance to change some 
traveller's cheques and to hire a car for a couple of days. We finished our 
breakfast and Carl got up from the table. He went into his room to get the 
documentation for the bank, and also to put some clothes on. I just had to don a 
tee shirt and a pair of decks and we were ready to go. Kelly declined the 
invitation to come with us because she wanted to wash a few things and write 
some cards. Maybe she also wanted to take the opportunity to put on some 
knickers on and warm herself up.    
    The windscreen wipers were struggling to cope with the rain as Carl and I 
drove into town. We were unable to park outside the bank and the nearest spot 
we could find was at least fifty metres away.  Fortunately we were outside a bar 
so we went in. I ordered two beers and we waited for the rain to ease. I noticed 
his bruised knuckles and I asked him how his hand was. 
    He looked a trifle embarrassed as he flexed it "It's fine thanks, Ben. Look I'm 
sorry about last night."  He must have seen the surprised look on my face. "I 
mean about touching Kelly up. It was a bit crass." 
   "Carl, you don't need to apologise.  You know what Kelly said to you yesterday, 
so as far as I'm concerned, there is absolutely nothing for you to apologise for. 
Anyway, apart from your hand, I presume everything else is okay."
   "Are you serious, Ben? How could it not be? Your wife's the sexiest woman I've 
ever known!" He paused a moment. "Do you mind if I ask you a personal 
question, Ben? How is it that you never get jealous when she's with me?" 
   "You have to understand her, Carl. She is a highly sexed woman. She needs 
sex frequently. And it is a real need, Carl, make no mistake. You fulfil that need; 
we both know why. Yes, and before you say anything, I've heard all the bollocks 
about it's not what you've got; it's the way that you use it. Kelly's even told me 
that herself, but she was sparing my feelings. I believe that size does matter, at 
least as far as she is concerned, and I know I can't satisfy her in the way that you 
can. But that's all you are doing, Carl, you're satisfying her sexual needs. She is 
fond of you, of course, but the attraction is, primarily, a physical one.  I would 
certainly be jealous if she loved you but she doesn't; she loves me. So, why 
should I be jealous? You tell me." I looked out of the window at the rain. It 
showed no sign of abating.
    Carl looked at me and sighed theatrically. "So, what you are saying, Ben, is 
that Kelly only wants me for my body." He smiled ruefully. "Well, whatever the 
reason, I'm not complaining. But there's no way I'd let her screw around if she 
were my...."
    I angrily interrupted him. "Hang on, Carl! Kelly is screwing you... only you! She 
is not screwing around and I don't like to hear you say that she is."
    He apologised at once. "I'm really sorry, Ben. Of course I didn't mean to imply 
that Kelly was screwing around. I only meant to say that I could not be as 
generous, as altruistic, if you like, as you are, that's all. Look, I'm sorry, I 
shouldn't have raised the subject."
    My anger had passed. "Okay, Carl, apology accepted.  Coming back to what 
you meant to say, then." There was a pause as I tried to get my thoughts 
together.  "Hell, Carl, I'm really speaking from the heart, here. It has got nothing 
to do with altruism." I was actually surprised that he had ascribed such high 
motives for my behaviour. "But the word sounds similar. Troilism is the actual 
name for it.  And the definition of troilism is a third person deriving sexual 
pleasure from a sexual act involving two others. You two are not the only ones 
getting pleasure from the relationship; I am, too." I looked straight into his eyes. 
"And it's a real turn on, believe me.  So I'm happy for it to carry on as long as 
Kelly wants it to."
    Carl looked at me and nodded. There was a broad grin on his face. "In that 
case, Ben, I'll do my very best to keep you happy!"
    I guessed that Kelly would be equally determined to ensure my happiness but 
no doubt he'd find that out for himself.  Anyway, the rain had begun to ease up so 
we took the opportunity to make a dash to the bank.  And by the time we'd left 
some twenty minutes later it had stopped altogether and the sun was shining. 
Carl then drove me to the car hire office. As I was only hiring it for a couple of 
days I went the whole hog; automatic, air conditioning and power steering. I 
arranged for it to be delivered the following day.
    We drove back to the villa and we smelt the aroma of the freshly percolated 
coffee as soon as we stepped inside. Kelly had been playing solitaire and she got 
up and poured out three cups. Carl said a quick hello and then went straight to 
his bedroom, returning barely a minute later. Barely was the operative word, he 
was completely naked when he came back into the kitchen. 
    We took our coffees and were sitting outside on the terrace, under cover of the 
bougainvillea, when the rain returned with a vengeance. No one wanted to get 
soaked going to lunch, so we decided to eat in. Carl sorted out a pizza whilst 
Kelly prepared a salad.  I laid the table and organised the wine. Considering the 
lunch was rustled up out of nothing it was more than adequate. I was taking my 
wine waiter duties quite seriously, ensuring our glasses were never empty. We 
were on our second bottle and were all in a happy frame of mind by the time we'd 
finished eating. Kelly tried to tell a joke but got a fit of the giggles. She could 
barely get the words out for laughing and every time she laughed her breasts 
jiggled under her tee shirt. This tended to make her nipples stand out all the 
more. To cap it all she could not remember the punch line but it really didn't 
matter. We could not have enjoyed the joke more and her laughter was infectious 
anyway.  I looked out of the window. The rain was still lashing down. So much for 
Carl's weather forecasting!  
    Kelly and I left the table, taking our wine glasses with us, and went over to the 
sofa to sit down. Carl had some paperwork to attend to, so he stayed at the table. 
Kelly was still happy, she was still giggling but now she was also feeling randy. 
I'd no sooner sat down than she was kissing me, pushing her tongue in my 
mouth and groping me through the thin material of my shorts. I looked over my 
shoulder; Carl, who had his back to us, seemed preoccupied with his paperwork 
so I surreptitiously unzipped my shorts. My erection sprang free but it wasn't free 
for long! She had already grasped it and was positioning herself astride me. And 
she continued holding it until it was sheathed in her hot velvet fanny. She was 
pleased with herself, that much was evident from her manner, a manner 
suggestive of a cat that had taken all the cream. Carl had his back to us and was 
apparently unaware of what we were doing. I found it quite arousing, because it 
was tantamount to doing it in public. Nevertheless I didn't want our activity to be 
too blatant so I pulled down the hem of her tee shirt so as to cover us as much as 
possible. I was experiencing glorious sensations as her vagina rhythmically 
contracted around my dick and I closed my eyes so that I could better savour 
them. Then I felt her hands on my face and her tongue in my mouth. We had to 
come up for air, and I took the opportunity to pick up our wine glasses from the 
occasional table. Kelly took her glass, which had been half-full and drained it. 
    Carl looked up from the table. "More wine?" he asked. He didn't wait for an 
answer but walked round the table carrying the bottle and his own glass. Possibly 
aware of our shenanigans, and certainly emboldened by our discussion outside 
the bank, he stood very close to Kelly as he refilled first her glass and then mine. 
His penis was hanging directly in front of her face. Difficult to disregard at the 
best of times, it was impossible to ignore it now, and he knew that only too well. 
He knew she would react, but he didn't know how. Just as well really. Because 
she bit it; and rather harder than she had intended to, as well! She had only been 
joking, of course, but she'd had four glasses of wine. He yelled and quickly 
stepped back so as to be out of range. She hadn't hurt him that much; it was his 
pride, rather than his pride and joy that had been wounded. No one spoke for a 
moment.
   "Kelly," I tried not to laugh, "I think you'll find that Carl said, 'more wine' not 
'gnaw mine!'"
    Carl smiled through the pain. "Oh come on Ben, it's an easy mistake for a girl 
to make!" 
    She looked sheepishly at Carl. "I'm really sorry about that, Carl. I didn't mean 
to hurt you, honestly. Come back here and I'll kiss it better. I won't bite it, I 
promise." No one would turn down an offer like that and Carl was certainly not 
going to. He returned, now standing so close to the two of us that I could feel his 
knee on my thigh.  Kelly was as good as her word.  It began to get better as soon 
as she held it in her hand. It continued to make good progress when she kissed 
it. And once it was in her mouth recovery was complete. This much was self-
evident; even her cheek was beginning to bulge as she sought to contain his 
growing erection. She gave up the unequal contest, but she continued holding 
his rigid shaft, concerned, maybe, that without such care and attention, it would 
suffer a relapse and soften. "Does that feel better, now?" she asked him. 
    He grimaced. Talk about laying it on with a trowel! "It's a bit better now, thank 
you, but I think it still needs more treatment." I honestly don't know how he 
managed to keep a straight face. This was really pathetic!
    His erection was jutting up above her face and she had to gently pull the tip 
down to get it back into her mouth. And then came her piece de resistance. She 
placed both hands on my shoulders and proceeded to raise herself off my dick. 
And as she raised herself off mine so would she take more of his in her mouth. 
And then, as she sank back on mine, more of his appeared.  She had 
deliberately skewered herself on our dicks and she appeared to be in a seventh 
heaven. Although she would occasionally look up at Carl, her attention was 
mainly fixed on me. I think that she was trying to see just how excited she could 
make me. I would have told her had she asked. It was unbelievably erotic and I 
was on the verge of ejaculation. I was desperately trying to delay the moment, 
mentally reciting Arsenal's cup winning team of 1971. I had got up to 'Geordie' 
Armstrong when Kelly stopped moving. She had been forced to call a halt; her 
jaw was aching too much for her to continue.   
    I suggested we go into our bedroom because it would be more comfortable. 
Kelly nodded and immediately stood up. I got to my feet too, glad to be able to 
stretch my legs and glad to afford my rigid cock the opportunity to cool off! I 
turned to Kelly and kissed her. My tongue was immediately in her mouth. 
Perhaps I was subconsciously reclaiming the territory that had just been invaded 
by Carl's dick! I undid the button at the top of my shorts and I stepped out of 
them. I also took off my tee shirt.
    I handed Kelly her wine and she took a sip before she walked into the 
bedroom. Carl and I followed, catching alluring glimpses of her delightful bum as 
the hem of the tee shirt moved with every stride. She sat down on the edge of the 
bed and placed her wine glass on the bedside table. She removed her tee shirt, 
and gave us both a big smile as she did so. I sensed she wanted us both at the 
same time. It was clear that she would be more comfortable accommodating me 
in her mouth, so I took control. 
    I lay down on my back with my feet towards the pillow and Kelly, doing exactly 
as I'd asked, positioned herself over me, as if we were about to have oral sex 
together. Carl immediately knelt down behind her with his knees just inside and 
slightly behind hers. He grasped her hips and his erect penis sought out the 
delicate pink petals of her entrance. But Kelly was impatient, and had already 
reached down between her legs in order to guide him into her. It was fascinating 
to watch her soft flesh open up and to see his great thickness slowly sink into 
her. To sink into her until their pubic hairs meshed and only his heavy hairy balls, 
dangling in my face, were visible. And then I felt her lips around my cock. Kelly 
tried to take the whole of me in her mouth, but she had to give up when she 
began to gag. I suggested that she leave me alone for a moment because I didn't 
want to cum too soon. 
    Carl now slowly withdrew his shaft, heavily smeared with Kelly's lubrication, 
until only his bulbous crown remained in her. I marvelled at Kelly's inner lips, 
dilated so as to be almost diaphanous, yet still clinging limpet like to his shaft, 
and holding him fast. Her clitoris had never been more prominent and the 
succulent pink inner flesh, swimming in her lubrication had never looked more 
delicious. I looked at her engorged outer labia lips. I had never previously noticed 
that one was slightly thicker than the other but such beauty is rarely perfectly 
symmetrical. I studied the smooth tanned skin of her inner thighs and the white 
crease lines in her groin. I observed the soft and shiny black curly hair of her 
pubis. I could see where she had depilated her bikini line, and where the new 
growth was just beginning to appear. I wanted to kiss, to suck and to taste every 
little bit of her but Carl was already sliding back into her depths. 
    His actions were somewhat slow and deliberate and I felt that he was putting 
on a show for me, a live sex show with my wife as his co-star. Their performance 
went on for about five minutes or so before he disengaged himself from her 
completely. Then he sat back on his haunches so that I could have an 
uninterrupted view of my wife's adorable fanny. But now, instead of the soft pink 
flesh there was just a black hole leading into her core. She was, if anything, even 
more irresistible. I was like a man possessed as I sucked and licked her fleshy 
labia and clitoris. I heard Kelly groaning with pleasure before she again took me 
in her mouth. However I sensed she would prefer Carl to resume fucking her, so I 
ceased my oral ministrations and rested my head on the bed once more. I had no 
sooner done so than Carl was again inside her. Only this time it was patently 
obvious he meant business.
    The earlier slow motion fuck had clearly been for my benefit, but this one was 
for his. This was a proper fuck, and the speed and power of his thrusts was 
increasing all the time. With each deep thrust his hard flat stomach collided with 
the soft roundness of her backside, and the resulting shock waves spread 
through her whole body and caused her mouth to judder on my cock. In fact she 
had to release me because she was concerned she would inadvertently bite me. 
(To bite one cock accidentally was bad enough; she could never live down biting 
two!) It was a blessing in disguise because it allowed me to concentrate more 
fully on what was happening just inches from my very eyes. 
    My ears were assailed with different sounds, the sticky slurping noises as Carl 
partly withdrew from her, the thwack of flesh against flesh as he drove back in, 
and the disembodied grunts and groans, as Kelly and Carl gave voice to their 
sensual delight. Kelly's buttocks were reddening from the constant impact, but 
she was oblivious to it, in fact she was oblivious to everything. Her whole 
universe was centred on her vagina and on the incredibly powerful tool that was 
driving into it with such fierce energy. Carl gave a last thrust and I sensed him 
straining to get even deeper as his semen spurted into her. Kelly felt that he was 
trying to split her in two and this brought on her own climax. A moment or so later 
it was all over. Carl withdrew from her, and I heard him say that he'd leave us 
alone together.  Then I heard the door shut and there was silence for a moment 
before Kelly spoke. 
   "What was it that you said, Ben? Oh! I remember. That you wanted me to be 
full of his cum? You did say that, didn't you?  Well, do you think I'm full enough, 
now?" 
    She lowered her gaping, matted and spunk filled vagina to my face and I drank 
from her well. Then I felt her lips around me once more. But this time I was 
neither inclined nor able to hold back and I ejaculated long and hard into her 
greedy mouth. And such was her sexual excitement that she swallowed it, too.  
Well they do say that exchange is no robbery!













Chapter 15

    Kelly and I decided to have a day on one of the beaches in Cala D'or. Carl had 
already told us that he had some business to attend to that day so Kelly and I 
would be on our own. The hire car turned up on time and we were all set. We 
packed our towels, sun creams and some bottled water. Kelly had put on a short 
skimpy white summer dress made of fine cotton. The white straps attached to the 
bodice were no thicker than string and the cotton was fine enough to hint at the 
colour of the bikini bottoms she was wearing under her dress. We set off mid-
morning, and were on the beach twenty-five minutes later. The small sandy 
beach was quite full by the time we had arrived and there were not many spaces 
left. 
    The sun loungers had all been taken earlier of course but we had our towels to 
lie on. We picked our way across the beach until we found a suitable spot and 
promptly laid claim to it, spreading our towels out before sitting down. Kelly took 
off her sundress and then began to apply the sun cream to her body. Her actions 
were not meant to be provocative, but when she was creaming her breasts and 
nipples it was all but impossible not to be provoked. I could never tire of watching 
her, even after six years of marriage, but I wasn't the only one taking a close 
interest. There were two lads close by, probably no more than seventeen years 
old, and they had been watching her since we'd arrived. They made no attempt 
to conceal their interest, they were too young and too na�ve for such finesse. 
Judging by their expressions she had clearly made their day. It was difficult to 
ignore their stares, and still more so not to show how proud I was that they found 
my wife so attractive. 
    On the other side of us was an older couple. The lady had just been for a dip 
in the sea and the man, who was engrossed in his newspaper, had barely 
acknowledged her return. In fact everyone around her seemed equally oblivious 
to her presence. I looked at her and wondered if, in her youth, she might once 
have been subject to the same rapt attention that Kelly commanded.
    We decided to go for a swim and so we picked our way down to the water's 
edge. Kelly was ahead of me and as she waded out into the crystal clear sea I 
could see how her bikini bottom was riding up slightly to reveal more of the 
curves of her cheeks. She was aware of it, too and every so often she would 
reach round and adjust it. We were already up to our waists when Kelly looked 
back at the beach and pointed something out to me. I turned round to look and 
then I felt the sudden shock of cold water on my back and I heard her laughing. 
Before I had the chance to retaliate she dipped below the water and began to 
swim towards a raft that was moored some way out. I caught up with her and ten 
minutes later we were holding onto the side of the raft treading water. I managed 
to clamber on to it and then gave Kelly a hand to get aboard. 
    We sat down facing the sun, getting our breath back. There was a man 
already on the raft. He was aged about forty-five. Kelly and I said hello to him 
and we got talking. It transpired that he was English, had lived in Majorca for the 
past fifteen years and ran a local bar cum restaurant. He had come out for a 
working summer and had become so enamoured of the resort that he had stayed 
on. As we conversed he seemed unable to take his eyes off Kelly's breasts. The 
sea breeze on her wet skin had caused goose pimples, her areolas had 
contracted and her nipples were fully erect. She was aware that he was staring at 
her breasts and she felt rather self-conscious. So she brought her knees up to 
her chest, leant forwards, and wrapped her arms around her legs, thereby hiding 
them from view. He must have realised why she had done this and may have felt 
embarrassed.  Either that or he realised that the show was over. Whatever his 
reason, he said that he had to be getting back, and he stood up, walked to the 
edge of the raft, and dived in to the sea. He called out from the water, and told us 
that we were very welcome to visit his bar, before turning to swim back towards 
the beach. 
    Kelly said that she would not go near the place because she did not like the 
way he had been staring at her. I said that in his place I, too, would have stared. 
She did look gorgeous. Her hair, normally dark brown, was still damp and 
appeared virtually jet-black. It was hanging down in strands, framing her beautiful 
face. She was really getting a tan and her brown skin contrasted strongly with her 
white teeth. And in further stark contrast were the skimpy lime green bikini 
bottoms, faithfully clinging to every soft contour of her femininity. And then there 
were her nipples! Hard, erect and crying out to be kissed. Had we been on our 
own, I would have been chewing on them already. In fact I would have been 
making love to her there and then, but someone else was already climbing on to 
the raft, so I suggested that we swim back.
    By the time we had completed our leisurely return and had dried off, it was 
time for lunch. Kelly slipped her dress back on and we went to the small taverna 
at the edge of the beach. We sat at a table in the shade, with a view of the 
beach. We ordered a salad, and washed it down with a couple of small beers. I 
settled the bill and we meandered back to our spot on the beach. The 
combination of the heat, the sound of the sea and the alcohol caused us to doze 
off as soon as we lay down to sunbathe. We went in for another swim an hour or 
so later and by then we'd had enough. We thought that we would have a coffee 
before going back to the villa. Kelly dried herself and put her dress back on. She 
stepped out of the wet bikini bottoms, and reached in her bag for the knickers 
she'd packed that morning. She took them out and immediately noticed that there 
was sun cream all over them. The plastic top of the container had somehow 
opened and everything in the bag was covered in ambre solaire! She would have 
put the bikini bottoms back on but they were now covered in sand so she tossed 
them into the bag alongside her panties. It was amusing to note that the older 
man next to us, who had paid such scant attention to his wife that morning, was 
now very interested in my wife's dilemma.
    Kelly did not seem at all perturbed about this; in fact she gave the impression 
that she couldn't have cared less. She just made sure her dress was decent and 
slipped on her sandals. She was in front of me as we filed off the beach. Just as 
her lime green bikini bottom had been discernible through the thin cotton of her 
dress, so now was the tanned skin of her bare backside. Not only that; as she 
climbed the steps to the taverna and I followed some three steps behind, I was 
even treated to tantalising glimpses of her rounded cheeks. However no one else 
was to be so lucky, because as soon as we sat down at the table she draped a 
towel over her legs.  We finished our coffees and after taking a last look at the 
beach we strolled back to the car.  
    The car was incredibly hot and we could not even sit on the seats until we'd 
covered them with our towels. But the air conditioning was quite effective and the 
temperature inside the car was soon reducing. Kelly's short skirt and absence of 
underwear was a major distraction, however. Nevertheless, I managed to keep 
my eyes on the road even if I didn't keep both hands on the wheel. And by the 
time we'd got to the villa I was sold on the benefits of an automatic gearbox; only 
once had it been necessary to let go of her lovely little fanny. A ringing 
endorsement for Borg-Warner, no doubt, but one unlikely to feature as a 
customer testimonial. 
    We were halfway up the drive before we noticed that Carl must have visitors. 
There was another car parked outside the villa. 




Chapter 16

    We came round the back. Carl and another man were sitting at a table on the 
terrace. Carl, unusually for him, was dressed but then so was his visitor. Carl saw 
us at the same moment and he immediately beckoned us over. Kelly smoothed 
down her dress once more and we walked towards them. They both got up, and 
Carl did the introductions. 
   "Jeff, may I introduce you to dear friends of mine, Kelly and Ben."
   "It's nice to meet you both," said Jeff, "Carl has told me all about you."(All about 
us? Hopefully, just a figure of speech.) 
   "Hello, Jeff," I said, "It's nice to meet you too." 
    Jeff looked older than Carl but that might have been due to his greying hair 
and the fact that he was somewhat overweight. 
   "Carl," said Jeff in an admonitory way, "you didn't tell me that Kelly was this 
attractive!" 
    Kelly smiled graciously. Carl invited us to join them, and pulled up two chairs. 
It was difficult not to laugh as she sat down; she was so awkward as she tried to 
maintain her modesty. There was a bottle of white wine in the ice bucket. Next to 
it were two additional glasses and it appeared that we had been expected. Carl 
retrieved the bottle and poured out some wine for the two of us. Jeff had an 
American accent and I asked him what part of the USA he came from.
   "I live in California, in LA to be precise." 
   "And what do you do, Jeff?" Kelly asked.
   "I suppose you'd describe it as a form of marketing. I make commercial videos 
for companies, sometimes about their products, sometimes about the company 
itself. It is not that glamorous but it pays well." 
    Carl interjected, "Jeff is far too modest to tell you this himself, but he has won 
awards for his work. He is one of the best in the business."
    Jeff laughed, "They were merely awards from a trade association, that's all. 
The way Carl talks you'd think they were Oscars! He's always one to talk things 
up." There was something about him. I couldn't put my finger on it. I sensed the 
bonhomie was false and the charm was something that he could instantly switch 
on as necessary.
   "And how did you get to know Carl?" Kelly asked.
   "Through business. Carl undertook a project for me." Jeff answered. "We hit it 
off, and we've stayed in touch ever since. Anyway, that's enough about me. What 
about you two?  Are you both enjoying yourselves here?"
   "Yes we are, aren't we, Ben?" She looked at me to confirm it and I nodded.
   "I hear you've got to return early, Ben, That's a shame." I nodded again. 
(Maybe Carl had told him everything!)
   "Are you here on holiday, Jeff?" I asked.
   "No, I'm working, believe it or not. But when I'm over here in Europe I always 
make the effort to look up Carl."
    At that precise moment there was a piercing shriek. Kelly had seen a huge 
spider close to her foot. In her panic she raised her legs out of harm's way 
without giving a moment's thought to her lack of underwear. Jeff was thus treated 
to the sight of her naked fanny, and from point blank range, too.  Kelly, realising 
at once what she'd done and blushing furiously, immediately stood up and pulled 
her dress down to cover herself. Her embarrassment was not lessened in any 
way by the fact that the three of us were all laughing.  
   "Kelly," I said, "I think you misheard what Jeff said. It was Carl that he likes to 
look up!"
    Jeff, still smiling, again exercised his oily charm. "You don't need to be 
embarrassed, Kelly.  You are an extremely attractive woman," there was a 
theatrical pause, "in every respect. And you, Ben, are a very lucky man!" (I know 
I am, but why does everyone feel the need to tell me?) "And now, unfortunately, I 
have to leave. It's been very pleasant meeting you both. Enjoy the rest of your 
holiday."
    Carl got up too and they went indoors. A short while later we heard the car 
drive away.     Carl returned wearing a broad smile on his face, and as usual, 
nothing else. He looked straight at Kelly. "And how is Little Miss Muffet?"  
   "Don't start," she said, "I feel stupid enough, already." 
    Carl spoke again. "I shouldn't worry about it, Kelly. You certainly made Jeff's 
day, anyway. He said you were the nicest thing he's seen since he arrived."
    Kelly blushed once more. 
    It was still hot and although we were sitting in the shade my skin seemed tight 
from our day in the sun. I had to cool off in the pool and I asked if anyone else 
fancied going in. Within thirty seconds we were all in the pool. Initially the water 
had seemed cold to our overheated bodies but in fact it was absolutely perfect. It 
was softer than the seawater and seemed to caress the skin. There was a ball 
floating around so we were able to play catch. Carl and I would both try to throw 
the ball so that Kelly would have to jump for it. We were thus treated to the 
occasional glimpse of fanny as well as seeing her breasts jiggling. Kelly, on the 
other hand, would always try to return the ball so that we didn't have to move to 
catch it. She therefore fondly believed that she was a more accurate thrower of 
the ball than either Carl or me!  When we'd had enough of the game we swam a 
few lengths of the pool. Ten minutes later Kelly informed me that she and Carl 
were going inside. She promptly climbed out of the pool, followed by her lover, 
and they stood there drying themselves for a couple of minutes or so.  She was 
still towelling her hair as they walked towards the villa. And as they went indoors 
Carl's hand was already on her bare buttocks, gently caressing the damp goose 
pimpled flesh.
    I carried on swimming for another ten minutes and then I also climbed out. I'd 
forgotten to bring my towel with me and I ambled back to the table where we had 
been sitting to retrieve it. I dried myself, fetched a beer from the fridge and 
returned to the terrace. From behind the shuttered windows of Carl's bedroom I 
could hear the unmistakeable sounds. And for a fleeting moment I was jealous. 
This wasn't fair! I had been the one who'd been sexually provoked all bloody day 
and yet it was Carl who was getting his leg over. But I was being irrational. After 
all, they were only doing what I'd been encouraging them to do from the start.  
And it wasn't as if I was going to miss out either; she'd be sleeping with me that 
night. 
    I sat down and took a mouthful of beer. It was with a growing sense of 
contentment when I closed my eyes to bask in the gentle warmth of the late 
afternoon sun. 


One further instalment to follow. If you liked this story,(or even if you didn't!)
please send feedback to the author,

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