An Unexpected Holiday...

This story, like so many others, could have been published under a variety of headings, especially Exhibitionist & Voyeur, but after a lot of consideration I've decided to post it in the much-maligned Loving Wives genre.

So, for those readers of a more sensitive moral nature I feel I must warn you there is some consensual extra-marital sex contained within these pages.

There's no cheating, it's not BTB or RAAC, it just has an ending I felt was suited to a story involving consensual sexual activity between people, married and single, all over the age of 18.

If these themes offend you then may I politely suggest you pass on this story and find something more to your taste.

However, if you do read on please remember that it is just that, a story. The characters aren't real and the events depicted never actually happened.

Lastly, if you do continue on past this point I hope you enjoy the tale.

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An Unexpected Holiday...

Shivering slightly, I stood in the weak early spring sunshine while it made a feeble attempt to dispel the unseasonal chill in the air. However, holding my husband's hand, I barely noticed the cold as we stood on the street outside what would be our first house, waiting to open the front door and actually move in.

Biting my lip I trembled again, this time in eager anticipation, and took a deep breath trying to commit the moment that we had strived so long to attain to my memory.

Was it real?

Had we finally made it onto the first rung of the property ladder?

Lost in thought I stared at the small house and found myself reflecting on our marriage and recollecting how fortunate we were to have finally got here.

After leaving university I had found work as a primary school teacher while Liam, my husband, had taken a position as a junior engineer at a mid-sized company. It meant neither of us were earning huge salaries and we had gone without a lot of luxuries, including holidays, for nearly four years, saving hard to put together a deposit to buy our own home.

Now we were actually there.

We had the keys in our hands and the future we so badly sought beckoned to us.

Turning to look at him I couldn't help but think back to when we had first met.

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My boyfriend had recently broken up with me, he was graduating while I still had another year at uni to go, telling me he had taken a job up North and that he wasn't into long distance relationships. Given the miles involved and the fact he would be busy with his new job he felt we should both move on.

It wasn't as if I was head-over-heels in love with him but we had been together for two years and we seemed to get on so well.

Newly single and feeling rather unwanted I started my final year with a resolution to avoid the complications of being in a relationship and to simply focus on getting my degree. That had lasted all of six weeks when a friend introduced me to Liam, another student on her course, in the pub one Friday evening.

He had seemed really nice; at 6' 1" he was almost half a foot taller than me and very cute, with collar length dark hair and gorgeous brown eyes that had me mesmerised from the first time I looked into them. So, when he asked me out at the end of the evening I threw my decision to stay single out of the window and hesitantly accepted.

I have to admit I was a nervous wreck for our first date, having decided that he was completely out of my league, and I probably would have cancelled on him if I'd had his phone number.

Not that I'm hideous or anything, it's just that I have always had issues about my body and although previous boyfriends have told me that I'm pretty I've never thought so myself.

Slightly taller than your average girl, at 5' 8", I have long straight chestnut brown hair down to the middle of my back and dark eyes. In line with my height, I have always been rather skinny, with long legs. Measuring a fairly flat chested 34B-23-34, my boobs are, at least to me, best described as little more than two fried eggs.

I needn't have worried though, our date went brilliantly and we got on amazingly well, to the extent that the staff in the pizza restaurant we had gone to had to ask us to leave at the end of the evening, so they could close up.

Walking me back to my dormitory his hand found mine, sending a tingle all the way down my spine, and when eventually he kissed me goodnight I simply melted.

It was just two dates later that I found myself in his bed enjoying some of the best sex I'd ever had.

From that moment on we were a couple and shortly after our graduation we moved in together.

We started out renting a small apartment and I found a position as a primary school teacher while Liam was taken on as a junior design engineer at a local company.

Immediately we began saving hard trying to put together a deposit to buy our own home. Being new recruits to our jobs meant neither of us was earning a huge salary and we went without holidays, meals out and numerous other luxuries in an attempt to set aside sufficient money to start searching for a house.

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Now standing here, holding hands with him, I was gazing at the fruits of our sacrifices.

It wasn't a mansion, just a simple three-bedroom semi-detached house, in need of some, mostly cosmetic, care and attention. Situated at the far end of a small close with a screen of trees to one side we only had the property next door to worry about and hoped we would get along with our neighbours, although we had yet to meet them.

"Are we going to stand out here all day or shall we go in?"

"What!" Liam's voice in my ear jerked me out of the daydream I had been in.

"I said do you want to go in or shall we just stand out here?" My husband grinned broadly and, taking my arm, led me towards our front door.

"Sorry, I was just thinking." I giggled and squeezed his hand.

"About?"

"How happy I..... ammmmmmm."

The last word came out as a shriek when, after opening the door, he scooped me up into his arms and carried me across the threshold.

"Welcome to your new home Mrs Ainsworth."

Still chuckling I wrapped my arms about his neck, "Thank you Mr Ainsworth, now put me down before you hurt yourself."

Smiling he lowered me to my feet and we started our tour of the house we had just bought while we waited for the van carrying all our worldly possessions to arrive.

We had obviously seen it before but now it was different, it was ours or at least part of it was while, for the moment, the rest was owned by the building society.

"So, which room shall we christen while we wait." We had just gone upstairs to look around when he slipped his arms about me and, pulling me back against him, asked.

"Definitely the...."

"Hello. Anyone home?"

Turning around to kiss him I had just started to answer when the removal men called up from the foot of the stairs.

"Later." I snickered, pecking him on the lips and wriggling out of his grasp to start downstairs to begin supervising the unloading of our belongings and to make tea for the workers.

Even with our minimalistic possessions it was still mid-afternoon before everything had been brought into the house and we were able to close the front door and get on with the arduous task of unpacking.

Ordering ourselves a pizza we started in the bedroom, putting the frame together and making the bed before opening a bottle of wine and settling down on a couple of unopened crates in our new living room to eat our take-away.

It was getting dark by the time we completed our meal.

"Let's finish this tomorrow." Liam suggested hopefully, swallowing the last of his drink.

"It's still early." I giggled, half-protesting and half-accepting, as I took another sip of wine.

"Well, we still haven't decided which room to christen first." He reminded me with a snigger.

Picking up my glass I sashayed out of the room, pausing at the door to glance back at him, "You need to put some curtains up in the bedroom then."

"Fuck the curtains." Laughing he quickly got to his feet, "We can just turn the light out."

"Whatever." I giggled and made a dash up the stairs.

By the time I had reached our bedroom Liam had just about caught up with me.

The moonlight coming through the double glass doors that opened on to a Juliet balcony gave the room a soft romantic glow and provided just enough light for us to see by.

When we had viewed the house the large window in our room was one of the reasons I had wanted it; the thought of being able to throw the doors open and look out over our garden had captivated me.

However, this was the first time I had seen it in the moonlight and I stopped, utterly transfixed by the sight.

Catching me Liam spun me around and kissed me, his tongue darting between my lips as both his hands moved onto my small mounds, fondling them through my top and teasing the sensitive nipples into hard points that jutted out against the thin material.

"Mmmmmmm... that feels nice." I sighed, my own fingers fumbling with the buttons on my husband's shirt while he played with my breasts, groping them through my clothes.

Dragging his top off his shoulders and down his arms I tossed it aside and dropped to my knees in front of him, my hands going straight to his belt. Unfastening his jeans I tugged them down to his knees and reached for his boxer shorts, my fingers stroking across the bulge tenting out the front of them before hooking under the waistband so I could draw them down as well.

Automatically my small hand encircled his swollen girth and, biting my lower lip as I looked up at him, I began to lightly stroke along his hard length.

"Fuck Hols.... don't tease me babe." Standing over me Liam groaned quietly as I caressed his tumescent shaft, "Put it in your mouth."

I fluttered my eyelashes innocently, my big brown eyes gazing into his, as I ran my tongue teasingly up along the length of his prick. Licking from root to the tip I savoured the taste of him before slipping my moist red lips over the bulbous, mushroom shaped cockhead.

"Muuuurrrrmmmmm.... Huuummmmmm.... Guuuurrrrrrrgggggg!"

My cheeks bulged as I slurped greedily on the first few hard inches of his rigid pole, fingers and thumb encircling the bottom half.

"Fuck that feels so good." I heard him gasp when I forced my jaws wider to accommodate a little more of his thickness.

"Guuurrrrmmmmmmmmm... Gurrrrrrrggggggggggggggggg."

Sucking eagerly, I continued pleasuring him as he reached for the back of my head, his fingers twisting in my long dark hair to pull me against him.

For the next few minutes my husband groaned and gasped while I hungrily devoured his throbbing organ. Swallowing almost half his length I covered it with my spit, caressing his prick with one hand while the other cupped and teased his heavy balls.

"Jesus Hols, stop... stop before I cum." He eventually panted, pulling me forcefully away from him, his voice hoarse with a desperate need, "I need to fuck you."

Pouting coyly, I got to my feet, quickly stripping off the remainder of my clothes, before laying back on our bed, totally naked with my legs slightly parted, to watch my husband as he undressed. Even though we were married and he knew my body well I still got a kick out of blatantly displaying myself to him.

Joining me he pulled me to him, kissing me passionately as his hand found my breasts again, squeezing them gently and pinching the sensitive bud in the centre.

"Oh fuck!" I jerked and gasped, surrendering immediately to his touch.

His hand dropped lower, sliding across my flat stomach, while his mouth followed, kissing down my neck onto my bare chest and eliciting another gasp of ecstasy from me.

Taking my pulsing nipples between his lips Liam started to suckle on my twin girls, sending bolts of sheer pleasure through me as he switched between the two small firm malleable mounds. At the same time his hand began to delve between my thighs, increasing my pleasure.

"Oh yes... oh God... yes.... aahhhhh."

Moaning with the need he was creating in me, my legs parted, opening wider to allow my husband complete access to my wanton sex. Squirming when his finger slipped between my already moist pink labia, I closed my eyes.

Immersing myself completely in the sensations his lips were creating on my chest, I moaned again when he started to finger me. My voice rising slightly when first one, then a second digit eased into my dripping slit, splitting my nether lips apart while my soaked pussy clenched around them.

"Oh... yes... yes... touch meeeeee."

Shuddering I wailed and clung to him, my red nails clawing at his flesh, urging him to take me however he wanted.

Just as quickly as he had started, Liam stopped and pulled his glistening fingers out of my wet sex, making me whimper with frustration.

"Oh no, please... don't stop." My voice was low and husky as I complained, showing just how desperately I needed him at that moment.

Despite feeling tired from a long day spent moving In to our new home my husband had created a deep craving for physical intimacy inside of me so, slightly breathless, I lay back. Spreading my long legs even wider, my moist shaven slit completely exposed to his eyes, I offered him an unspoken invitation to mount me.

"Tell me what you want baby?" Liam loomed over me, the tip of his hard shaft just an inch or so from slipping between my soft folds and penetrating my wet and very willing pussy.

"Fuck me.... I... I want you to... to fuck me." I whispered softly, my eyes locking with his.

"I guess we really should christen our new house then." He grinned and pressed his cockhead between my outer lips, letting it nudge into my entrance.

"I love you Liam."

"I love you to Holly."

As he said it I felt him push in to me, his hardness stretching my slick crevice open while my moist labia wrapped around the circumference of his solid pole.

"Oh God... oh fuck... yesssssssssssss." I groaned out in delight as he entered me.

Halfway in Liam pulled back until just the crown was nudging my entrance again, teasing me for a moment, before, without warning, he drove in hard, this time sinking every inch of his full length into my body in a single stroke.

"Ohhhhhhh..... fuckkkkkkkkkk!" Arching upwards off the bed I cried out, his manhood now fully sheathed inside me.

Pausing my husband slowly drew back again and, looking into my eyes, began to pump into me with long steady strokes.

"Fuck yes... oh yes, fuck meeeeeeeeeeeeee!"

Beneath him my compliant form responded eagerly, jerking up off the bed covers to writhe against his as he fucked me. My legs were spread even wider now, giving him freedom to use me however he wanted and he took full advantage of it, vigorously slamming his thick hard length into me again and again.

Yielding to the sensations he was creating in me I threw my arms out wide, red-nailed fingers twisting in the sheets while my hips pushed upwards meeting his strokes, driving my pussy onto my husband's cock.

Creak!

"Yes, yes, oh yes!"

Creak!

"Oh God.... don't.... stop!"

Creak!

"Fuck me.... just fuck me."

Creak!

"Aaahhhhhhh... yes, yes!"

Beneath our writhing bodies the bedsprings began to protest, squeaking rhythmically in time with his deep thrusts, the sound punctuated by my moans of pleasure every time he bottomed out inside me.

Liam was hammering his manhood into my pussy now, his tempo increasing as he fucked me mercilessly, causing my head to whip from side to side, my long dark hair partly covering my sweat-streaked face. I could feel his lips on the sensitive flesh of my neck as I succumbed to the pleasure and started to lose control of my body, my climax starting to build rapidly inside me.

"Cum for me baby... cum on my cock!" He whispered arousingly in my ear.

It was the final straw and, lost in the ecstasy he had ignited in me, I started to buck almost uncontrollably as I went completely over the edge.

"Fuck... oh fuck... I'm cumminnnnggggggggggggggg!"

Shrieking I convulsed under my husband as he continued to slam up into my spasming sex, prolonging my orgasm and sending wave after wave of almost unimaginable delight radiating out from my core while my fingers twisted tightly in the bedsheets, my knuckles whitening.

"Ungh..... unhhh.... Aaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Above me Liam's face contorted as he drove his erection into me a half dozen more times, grunting with each one, until his whole body stiffened and he came, his rampant shaft spurting his man cream into my waiting belly.

Finally, completely spent, my husband collapsed on top of me, pinning me under him as the last of his sperm dribbled into my womb. For several long seconds we lay frozen together, our shared ecstasy robbing both of us of the ability to move or even speak. Then, still breathless, he rolled off me onto his back and pulled me around so I was pressed into his side.

"Fucking hell Hols. That was..... amazing." Liam murmured in my ear, slowly recovering.

"Shit! These are clean sheets." I was only half listening to him as I squirmed out of his grasp and jumped out of the bed, making a dash for the bathroom, "I'm leaking your bloody stuff everywhere."

Sitting down on the toilet to let his jizz dribble out of me I yelled back through the door, "Why did you have to come so much?"

"That's your fault. You shouldn't be such a bloody good fuck." He chuckled back at me.

"Well, I do need to keep my husband happy." I told him with a smile when I returned to the bedroom.

"Oh you do babe, you definitely do."

Snuggling in against him I put my head on his chest while he began to gently play with my tit.

"Again?" I raised an eyebrow and looked up at him.

"Maybe later, I'm was already absolutely done in and now you've just finished me off." Liam snickered lightly rolling a sensitive nipple.

"I'll hold you to that." Giggling, I gently traced a red nailed finger across his chest and closed my eyes.

Totally sated I let my mind drift away, my thoughts shifting on to more mundane matters such as the things we needed to do tomorrow, until sleep eventually claimed me.

The sun was up and the its early rays were streaming through the windows when I awoke the next morning, more than a little perplexed as to where I was. In a strange room, completely naked with an arm wrapped around me I lay there imagining, in my confusion, that I was back in university after a heavy night out.

Slowly coming to my senses, I remembered where I was and that it was an urgent need to pee that was interfering with my ability to concentrate.

Carefully extricating myself from my husband's arms I clambered out of bed and, momentarily disoriented, I stumbled towards the light.

The double glass doors that comprised our bedroom window with its Juliet balcony faced South, opening out across our garden and letting in the sunlight. It had been one of the main features of the house that drew me to it.

Totally without thinking I paused in front of them, blinking in the brightness as I found myself looking down into our back yard.

However, much to my surprise, instead of just the garden there was a middle-aged man standing in the one adjoining ours, staring straight back up at me.

Stunned I froze and simply stood there while he gazed open-mouthed up at me and, as our eyes met, a broad grin spread across his face.

My mind went blank and several seconds went by before it dawned on me that I was standing there completely naked.

'Shit!'

Clearly he was our new neighbour but, as yet, we hadn't even been able to introduce ourselves let alone get to know each other and now I had unintentionally and rather wantonly exposed myself to him.

My stomach clenched while my cheeks turned crimson with embarrassment, and I half went to move away but, for some inexplicable reason, I didn't. The way I stood there, with my arms by my sides I knew my breasts and shaven pussy were totally exposed to his gaze and it created an utterly unexpected sensation in me.

Knowing he could see me from the knees up, I swallowed nervously, and remained there.

My nipples stood out like pencil erasers on my tiny boobs, the dark pink areola puckering around them, while I pressed my thighs together trying to suppress the deliciously moist warmth that had started to emanate from my pussy.

Apart from a feeling of utter mortification at my neighbour seeing me like this there was something else, something even more intense; a feeling of excitement and arousal.

Barely able to breathe I still didn't move, shyly biting my bottom lip as he drank in my nudity, my heart starting to race when I became very aware of an ever-growing dampness forming at the top of my thighs.

I was displaying my body to a stranger and it was turning me on.

"I thought you were going to the bathroom."

From the bed my husband's voice jerked me out of the hypnotic trance I had been in.

"Err... yeah, I.... I am." I mumbled, glancing back at him, "I was just looking at our.... our garden."

Turning back to look out of the window one last time I watched our new neighbour raise a hand to his lips and blow me a kiss before I stepped away and started for the bathroom.

Taking my time, I sat on the toilet, my heart thudding frantically against my ribs, and tried to digest the fact that I had just enjoyed letting an old man ogle my naked body.

"Did he see you?" Liam asked when I walked back into the bedroom.

"What!" I stopped, almost speechless, "You mean you.... you saw him?"

"The old boy next door? Yes, I saw him." He grinned inanely, "Was he there when you were looking out of the window,"

"Oh my God you know.... you must think... I.... I'm some sort of slut."

Why?" Liam laughed out loud, "Because you flashed your tits at our next-door neighbour?"

I blushed a deep scarlet and looked down at the floor, "I think I showed a lot more than just my boobs."

"Well, I'm sure you made a great first impression with him." He threw back over his shoulder as he went to take his turn in the bathroom, "Put some coffee on while I shower please babe."

It was almost two hours later that, showered, dressed and breakfasted, we stepped out of our front door to get into our car.

"Morning."

I stopped dead in my tracks, my heart suddenly going into overdrive, when I heard a voice that clearly came from next door.

For a minute I froze unable to move as the older man who had seen me totally naked earlier that morning walked across from his front door to stand behind me.

"Good morning to you. I'm Liam and this is my wife Holly. We've just moved in." My husband chortled, knowing that I must be feeling totally mortified and clearly enjoying my embarrassment.

"H... hi." Turning to greet the man next door I couldn't force myself to meet his eyes.

"Hi, welcome to the close." He smiled knowingly me. "I'm Mark, I hope you're settling in ok."

"It's slow going but we're getting there."

As my husband answered him I took the opportunity to finally take a proper look at our neighbour.

About the same height as me he looked as if he was in his late forties or early fifties. His dark hair, greying around the edges, and a small paunch suggested the latter but, not being good at ages I hesitated to guess.

"Don't you agree babe?"

Liam's question brought me back to the moment and my humiliation.

"Err... yeah, sure.... it'll take time."

"Well, it's lovely to meet you." Mark said to the both of us but kept his eyes and smile on me the whole time, "And if there's anything I can do please don't hesitate to ask."

"Errm... yes... umm we will, thank you." Blushing I managed to stammer a reply, keeping my eyes firmly on the ground.

"Well, it's been nice to say hello. I hope to see a lot more of you in the future."

I didn't miss the double meaning and looked at Mark, the knowing grin I got by way a response sending a little shiver up my spine, and made me even more aware that he was referring to seeing me nude earlier that morning.

"Yes you to. It will be nice to meet your wife sometime." I said trying to change the subject.

His face fell for the first time, "I err... I live alone. My wife passed, nearly three years ago."

My stomach clenched and suddenly I wasn't just embarrassed about revealing my body. I had, well and truly, put my foot in my mouth as well.

"Oh.... I'm so sorry. I...."

Mark waved my apology away, "Please just forget it, it was a long time ago."

The two of us just stood for a moment, looking unhappily at each other, not knowing what else to say when, much to my relief, Liam broke the silence and suggested we head out to do the grocery shopping that we needed.

"Sorry we have to dash Mark; we really need to get to the supermarket if we're going to eat tonight."

"Of course, of course." Our new neighbour smiled, "I'm sure we'll get to chat again soon."

"God, that was so humiliating." I said to my husband as we drove away.

"Oh, I don't know, I think he was quite taken with you." Liam chuckled annoyingly, "I thought you looked rather cute blushing like you did."

"I'm married and anyway... he's old enough to be my... my grandfather."

"Yeah, you are married and don't you forget it." He winked at me and, much to my relief, dropped the subject.

We saw nothing of our neighbour on our return from our shopping trip and, as both of us returned to work on the Monday, life went back to something resembling normality for us.

Gradually we began to sort things out around the house; curtains were put up, boxes unpacked and numerous other jobs completed, although my little impropriety with Mark remained lodged at the back of my mind.

Showing off my body, albeit accidentally, had been embarrassing but, at the same time, more than a little arousing. The feelings I had had at the time had surprised me and I found myself wanting it to happen again.

It took me a full week of agonising over what I was going to do before coming to the conclusion that I would flaunt my body to our neighbour again.

Liam always left for work while I was in the shower and on the Friday, once he had gone, I took a deep breath and, completely nude, opened the bedroom curtains. My heart was thumping against my ribcage as I looked out but, to my utter disappointment, Mark's garden was deserted.

My failure only made me more determined and over the next few weeks I tried on several occasions, as discretely as possible, to inadvertently expose myself again, only to fail every time.

It was a Saturday morning almost a month later that, without intending to, I finally succeeded.

For some reason my husband had had to go into work, leaving me to have a relaxing lie in, so I eventually got out of bed quite late and took my shower, before going down to make my coffee wearing just a towel.

I was totally absorbed thinking about going shopping and what I needed to buy when, back in our bedroom, I pulled open the curtains and froze. Out in his garden Mark had obviously seen the movement and stopped what he was doing to smile up at me, sending my pulse into overdrive.

Could I do it?

Swallowing nervously, I smiled back at him and took a sip from my mug, before slowly untying my towel with my free hand and letting it slip down my body to puddle at my feet.

Staring up at me I knew he could see everything and, with my knees shaking and threatening to give way, I casually took another mouthful of my coffee. I lost all track of time as we stood there; me coyly biting my bottom lip with my body completely on display to our neighbour who was gazing intently up at it.

Becoming aware of the warm moisture forming at the top of my thighs while my nipples hardened into throbbing bullets, I knew I had to do something to break the spell that had fallen over us.

My stomach knotted as I reached for the handle on the doors and, pulling them open, stepped up to our balcony.

"Good morning Mark." I could feel the cool morning air on my skin, making me shiver and caressing my breasts as I leant over the ironwork.

"Err... yes it is." The broad grin on his face told me exactly what he meant.

"Your garden looks lovely. I wish mine did."

The one thing left to do on the house that really grated on me was our garden. It needed quite a bit of attention but I knew it would take more than a couple of hours and would have to wait until the Easter break, when I had a longer period of time away from school.

"Well, if you want I could give you a hand with it?" He offered generously, "When you have time that is."

"Maybe at Easter?" I could feel the dampness on my inner thighs growing and opened my legs a little to give him a glimpse of what lay between them.

His gaze was immediately drawn to my most intimate place, "Sure, I'll be around. Just let me know."

Thanking him I said I would and retreated into my bedroom, closing the doors behind me.

My heart was pounding and without thinking I threw myself onto the bed, spreading my legs wide and reaching for my dripping slit. I was so aroused I came in just a couple of minutes, the fingers of one hand buried in my very wet pussy while I frigged my swollen clit with the other.

Later that afternoon, when Liam came home, I hesitantly recited my unplanned exhibitionism to him and was immediately dragged up to our bedroom to get his amorous seal of approval.

"Wow, I wasn't sure what your reaction would be?" I gasped breathlessly as we lay together enjoying the afterglow of our lovemaking.

"Are you kidding. That has to be one of the most erotic things I could imagine." He chuckled, "Just thinking about you at the Juliet balcony, in the nude, chatting to him, is getting me horny again."

"Down boy." I giggled, "I need to get dinner ready."

"Will you do it again?"

"I don't know. Maybe." With a shrug I got up off the bed,

Aside from the couple of times I had exposed myself to him I hadn't really seen a lot of our neighbour, at least not to talk to. However, it was inevitable that living next door I would bump into him on occasion. At first I found chatting to him a little awkward, thinking how he had seen me nude, but gradually I began to relax around him.

Mark Underwood, it turned out, was a really nice guy once I got over my embarrassment and actually spoke to him. He was 61, several years older than my initial guess, and had been, as he had told us the first time we met him, a widower for the last few years. More importantly though he never brought up the fact he had seen me naked on two occasions.

Of course, he showed a keen interest in how we were getting on in the house and, as an avid gardener, he was more than a little curious as to what we intended to do in ours. When I told him my two-week Easter break was coming up he immediately offered to help again.

"Thanks Mark but I couldn't possibly impose on you." I tried to politely decline, "You must be very busy."

"Not at all. I've been retired ever since Margaret passed and it would be a real pleasure to help."

"Well, as long as you are sure." I eventually accepted the offer a little hesitantly, "I have to admit I'm not really sure what I'm doing out there."

"Good, then we're agreed."

There seemed to be nothing else I could say so I spent my last week of school, prior to the break, somewhat nervously contemplating spending the majority of my time with Mark while my husband was at work.

Would he mention my blatant exhibitionism?

Would he be expecting to flash him or would he want something more?

The Monday morning started out gloriously, warm and sunny, and after seeing Liam off to work, when he suggested I wear something sexy, I went upstairs to get dressed.

After a moment or two's thought I slipped on some rather skimpy denim shorts and, leaving off my bra, a skin tight white vest. I knew my nipples would show very obviously through the thin material, especially if I perspired, but, after all the soul searching I had done over the previous week, I knew I wanted to be a little outrageous.

I could barely breathe and my stomach felt like it had a brick in it instead of a slice of toast when I eventually stepped out of our back door into the garden.

"Morning Holly." I jumped when our neighbour greeted me, his eyes dropping immediately to stare at the two firm points tenting out the front of my top.

"Oh err... hi Mark."

"Um... do you err.... want to get started or would you.... umm.... prefer a cappuccino first?"

I bit my bottom lip and suppressed a giggle as he stammered, his gaze still riveted to my chest.

"Perhaps we should have a coffee and then we can discuss what I should do?"

"Err.... sure, I'll make it."

Following him over to his patio I could feel my heart thudding against my ribcage as my scandalous display created a wet spot in my knickers.

Sitting down with our drinks he listened while I outlined my plans for our garden and then, once I had finished, told me why they weren't a good idea.

"What were you some sort of gardener in a past life?" I laughed softly, enjoying the way his eyes kept drifting down towards my breasts.

"No, this is just a hobby. It keeps me busy now I don't work." Mark grinned, meeting my eyes for once, "I was an officer in the merchant navy for more than 30 years, until I met Margaret, my wife."

"And then?"

"I gave up travelling the world and took a job on land."

"For her?" Suddenly I felt sorry for him.

Knowing he had given up a career he clearly enjoyed to be with the woman he had fallen in love with, only to lose her a few years later, was heartrending.

Mark sighed and drained the last of his coffee, taking a moment to collect his thoughts.

"We had four great years before she was diagnosed with the cancer." He told me quietly.

Not knowing quite what to say I leant over and simply took hold of his hand.

He smiled thinly across at me, "She fought it for two years but.... in the end it was no use."

"I'm so sorry."

It's ok. I was lost after she had gone. I had struggled on while she was ill working part-time but afterwards..... I just stopped. I didn't need the money, her life insurance payout set me up and I'm more than comfortable for the few years I have left."

"So now you just tend your garden?"

"And go down to the coast to spend some time on the boat."

"You have a boat!" I exclaimed, his statement taking me completely by surprise.

"Don't get excited." Mark chuckled, "It's nothing special. It was a wreck when I bought it so I got it cheap. It's taken me nearly four years to refurbish it."

"Still.... A boat." I said to myself as we started work on the garden.

It proved to be a bigger job than I had anticipated.

My original plan was to simply tidy up the yard, plant the flower beds, create a small vegetable patch and clear out the shed we had inherited. Jobs I had estimated should take the two of us no more than a couple of days.

However, there were a number of reasons why we didn't finish getting the basic garden I wanted laid out until late afternoon on the Thursday, instead of finishing on the Tuesday.

Firstly, Mark was approaching his sixty-second birthday and, while still reasonably fit, he couldn't work for as long or as hard as I anticipated. He also pointed out a number of improvements to my original plan that added an extra day to the schedule. As a result, we also had to make a number of unexpected trips to the local garden centre for plants and other supplies.

Then there was my rather deliberate and obvious attempt at distracting him on the first day; wearing very tight shorts and going braless under my tight top. It was very out of character for me but, much to my surprise, I found myself more than a little aroused by my suggestive behaviour.

It certainly seemed to have the desired effect on our neighbour and, continuing dressing to tease him throughout the rest of the week, slowed our progress even more.

We were just about done by the Thursday and were packing away when Liam appeared at the backdoor.

"Is it that time already?" I asked, surprised to see him.

"Nah, I'm home early." He looked at me thoughtfully as he replied.

I had always managed to shower and change before he got home on the preceding days and now, catching me in a tiny pair of cut off denim shorts and a bikini top, he made me feel like a naughty schoolgirl as he stared at me.

"Oh, I see."

"It all looks great." He had witnessed our progress throughout the week so I knew his comment was directed at me and my attire.

I managed to smile at the compliment, despite my awkwardness at being caught out by him, "Do you like it?"

"Oh, I do. Very much." My husband grinned back at the two of us, "It looks amazing. Thanks a lot Mark."

"Don't mention it. It was my pleasure and I got to spend all that time with your lovely wife."

"Rolling around in the mud and dirt." I blushed, thinking back to how I had teased him by dressing so suggestively and posing provocatively over the last few days.

"Well Mark I think we need to thank you properly for all your hard work, so how about joining us for a barbecue tomorrow evening?" My husband suggested.

Our neighbour grinned, "Sounds good to me. As long as you let me bring the wine."

"It's a deal." Liam agreed.

I waited throughout dinner and over the rest of the evening for my husband to bring up the subject of how I had been dressed but he waited until we were in bed to mention it.

"Have you been dressing like that all week?"

"Err.... I umm... yeah... I did." I admitted quietly, "Are you mad at me?"

He laughed, "No, far from it. How did Mark react?"

"I think he enjoyed it. At least that's the impression I got."

"And you?"

I blushed and bit my lower lip, "I err... I kind of liked doing it too."

Liam pulled me up against him and kissed me, "Only kind of?"

"Ok, I liked it... a lot." I could feel his hardness pressing into my groin and giggled, "A bit like you obviously do as well."

We kissed again as he moved over me, "Yeah I do. Does that bother you?"

I shook my head, staring up into his eyes, "No, not at all."

"Good." He whispered and, keeping his gaze fixed on me, sank his erection into me.

The sex, fuelled by my teasing of our neighbour, was fast and frantic leaving both of us breathless and sated as we lay together afterwards, slowly drifting off to sleep.

"Did you know Mark has a boat?" I asked my husband the following afternoon as we stood in the kitchen preparing the food for the barbecue.

"Bloody hell." He looked at me in surprise, "What sort of boat? Did he say how big it is?"

"No, he didn't say anything much other than he had one."

"And he fancies you."

I looked at him wide eyed, "Give over Liam, He's old enough to be my grandfather."

My husband chuckled, "That's as maybe but it doesn't mean it isn't true."

"Shit. Do you think that I should change into something a little less revealing?"

The red bikini top and a pair of very tight white shorts over my swimsuit bottoms had seemed appropriate for a warm evening but with what he had just said I wasn't so sure anymore. Even though he had been in the bedroom when I dressed I stepped back to let him look at me.

"Why? You wore stuff like that when you were doing the garden and you look fantastic Hols. I'm sure he'll appreciate it."

The knock at our back door interrupted me before I could think of an appropriate answer for him.

"Am I to early?" Mark poked his head inside waving two bottles in the air.

"Not for a glass of that." I swallowed my sudden apprehension and grinned back at him, my mind still processing what Liam had said as I took the wine from him.

I had enjoyed teasing Mark and found that displaying a substantial amount of bare flesh to him was more than a little arousing. However, being told by my husband that our neighbour, a man older than my father, actually fancied me, had me concerned that I might be going too far.

Putting it out of my mind for the moment I poured the three of us a glass of wine and ushered the two men into the garden to grill the meat while I finished off everything else.

The weather was perfect for an al-fresco meal, warm and completely windless, and we spent the next few hours eating and drinking while we chatted about everything.

Much to my relief, after what my husband had said, our neighbour was a perfect gentleman the whole night and there was nothing untoward or remotely suggestive said. So much so that as I laughed and joked with him I started to think that Liam had to have been mistaken in his assessment.

"That was a fabulous dinner, thank you for a lovely evening." Mark leant back in his chair, "But I'm afraid I'm exhausted, so if you'll excuse me. I need my beauty sleep."

"Would you like to take some of the food? We seem to have cooked far too much." I asked, waving my hand at the piles of cooked meat and salad stuff left on the table.

"Or we could do this again tomorrow?" Liam suggested hopefully.

Mark smiled, "I'd love to but I'm afraid I'm going down to spend a couple of days on my boat."

"Holly told me you have one." My husband suddenly became more attentive to the conversation, "What is it?"

"A Beneteau Antares 12 V2." He told us, although it meant absolutely nothing to me, "Do you know much about boats?"

Liam shook his head, "Not really. I did a bit of sailing as a kid but that's about it."

"She's a 42' motor cruiser with twin Mercury Verado V10 400 HP outboard engines." Mark informed us proudly.

"Wow, sounds impressive." My husband made suitably approving noises even though I was pretty sure he barely knew the front from the back of a boat.

"Don't get to carried away. She was a wreck and I got her cheap." Mark snickered, "Then I spent the best part of four years refurbishing her."

"Still a boat's a boat. How often do you take her out?"

"Not as often as I should." Our neighbour admitted somewhat ruefully, "In fact, rarely since Margaret passed away. It's just somewhere to go and spend a couple of quiet days from time to time."

I sat back sipping my wine, not really part of the conversation, simply listening as the two men carried on talking.

"So, what else is there? What's she like?" Liam continued to ask questions.

"Well, she has three outdoor lounge areas: the aft cockpit with an L shaped sofa, the forward sun pad with an adjustable backrest and the flybridge with a corner sofa." Mark informed us, beaming proudly.

"Does it have any cabins?" I finally joined in, "I mean where you can stay overnight?"

"Three. The owner's bedroom and the VIP cabin both have double beds and en-suite showers plus there's another space with two single beds and a separate shower room."

"Wow." Now it was my turn to be impressed, "I'd love to see it one day."

"She's a her, not an it, and who knows." He pushed back his chair and stood up, "But now I'm afraid I really do need to get to bed. I have an early start tomorrow."

We said our goodnights and after Mark had gone Liam and I cleaned up before heading to our own bedroom.

"I think you're wrong." I said as I joined my husband under the duvet.

"About?"

"About Mark having a thing for me."

"Why do you say that?"

I frowned, "Because he certainly didn't look at me like he did or say anything to give me that impression."

Liam chuckled, "Well he couldn't take his eyes off your arse whenever you got up from the table."

"Now you're just making it up to embarrass me."

"It's the God's honest truth Hols."

"Yeah right." I snorted derisively and turned away from him, "Goodnight Liam."

Laying in the darkness waiting to fall asleep I went over my husband's obsession with the fact that Mark fancied me. It certainly hadn't seemed to be anything more than a bit of harmless flirting between friends to me and I wondered if there might be more to it.

Did my husband have some ulterior motive?

He certainly didn't appear to be in any way jealous and, considering I had let our neighbour see me in the nude twice and my dressing to tease, he certainly had enough reason to be.

I wasn't any closer to an answer to any of my questions when I eventually drifted off.

The subject of Mark wasn't brought up again for the remainder of the Easter weekend as we got on with some of the jobs that needed doing around the house, and by the time Liam went back to work on the Tuesday I had all but forgotten about it.

Saying goodbye to my husband I had started on my morning tasks; putting on some laundry, doing the washing up and I had just gone upstairs to make the bed when, glancing out of the window, I noticed Mark's car parked on his driveway.

As I stood and looked at it everything Liam had said to me came straight back into my mind.

Was he telling the truth? Did Mark have a thing for me? Was it because he had seen me naked? Or was there something else behind it?

Biting my bottom lip, staring at his car, numerous thoughts went around and around in my head and I wondered how I could ever face him again if any of it were true.

It was then, in a moment of madness, that I decided I needed to talk to him and, abandoning the bed making, I went next door to ask Mark if he fancied a coffee.

Pausing in his garden I took a deep breath and, with my stomach feeling as if it were filled with concrete, I opened the door and peered inside at his empty kitchen,.

"Hi Mark, are you there?"

The silence that greeted me made me wonder if he was still asleep or maybe in the bathroom and, for a second, I debated leaving and coming back later.

"Holly!" An almost imperceptible groan reached my ears, "Is... is that you?"

"Mark?" I took a couple of steps further into his kitchen, "Where are you?"

"I... I'm in here."

Following the sound of his voice I made my way into the hallway and stopped. Mark was laying at the foot of the stairs, blood running down his face from a deep gash on his head, with one foot twisted at an unnatural angle.

"Are you ok?" I moved quickly towards him, "What happened?"

He looked up at me, grimacing with the pain, "I... I tripped coming down the stairs. I... I can't move. It's my ankle.... I think it's... it's broken."

"Oh my God, what do you want me to do?"

"Can you get me a drink of water please Holly, and then maybe call an ambulance." Mark tried to smile.

A minute or two later I was kneeling down next to him, helping him prop himself up against the wall and offering him the drink he wanted with an ambulance summoned.

"They're on their way Mark, they won't be long."

"Thanks." He grimaced, clearly in pain, "Could you be a sweetheart and lock up for me when I've gone."

His request for help came as no surprise to me. I was very aware that Mark was by himself with no family and, as far as I knew, he had no real friends to speak of either.

"Sure, don't worry. I'll follow on to the hospital as well."

He squeezed my hand weakly and managed a grin, "What would I do without you. If only I was 30 years younger and you weren't married."

His remark brought my husband's comments back to mind again but I hurriedly pushed them aside, deciding that perhaps this wasn't the right time to talk about it.

Once the two paramedics had taken him away in the ambulance I shut up the house and, after collecting my things, took myself off to the accident and emergency department at our local hospital.

There was little they could tell me when I got there, other than that Mark had had his cut stitched and had then been taken down to the x-ray department. With little else to do I telephoned Liam to bring him up to speed on what was happening and then got myself a cup of machine coffee before sitting down to wait.

It was almost three hours and a second tasteless warm drink later that a doctor appeared in front of me.

"Mrs Ainsworth?"

"Yes." I looked up somewhat surprised that he knew my name.

"Hello, I'm doctor Grant." He smiled unconvincingly, "Mr Underwood asked us to update you."

"Oh!" A sudden feeling of impending disaster gripped me.

"Don't panic everything is fine. We've put half-a-dozen stitches in his head and set his fractured ankle but, as a precaution, we're going to keep him in overnight, just to make sure he's ok."

"Is... is that normal for a simple fracture?"

"No, it's just a safeguard given his condition."

"Condition? What condition are you talking about?" Totally confused I fired another question back at him.

"You weren't aware that he has angina?"

I shook my head, "No I... we... we weren't. Is it.... is it serious?"

"Not at the moment, he's on medication to control it and as I said tonight is just a precaution."

"I see."

"You're his next-door neighbour, is that correct?"

"Yes."

"Well, he won't be able to do very much for a while and he'll need someone to keep an eye on him for the next few weeks. Can you do that?" He asked, frowning at me, "I know it's a lot to take on but if you can't then we'll have to make some sort of alternative arrangement."

"I work as a teacher but yes I guess I could. At least between my husband and I, we could drop in to check on him."

"Good, then all being well we'll be able to release him tomorrow."

There seemed to be little else I could do so; after spending some time with Mark, I arranged to phone the hospital the next morning and then took myself off home.

Liam and I spent the evening discussing what had happened and how we might help our next-door neighbour. He would obviously have to remain downstairs in his house and I could certainly cook an extra portion for him when I made our dinners.

Apart from that we both agreed that we would take it in turns to check up on him every morning before going to work and also try to spend some time with him in the evenings.

All I could do was hope that when I told the hospital they would think it would be enough.

Fortunately, they did and it was just after two o'clock in the afternoon that Liam and I helped Mark out of our car and through his front door back into his house.

"Thanks for this you two. I don't know what I'd have done without you?"

"It's nothing Mark, after all you were a godsend in the garden." I told him with a smile.

"Well, I won't be doing much of that for a while." He laughed.

Between us, my husband and I had set up his living room for him; his large couch could double as his bed for a while and he would be able to use his crutches to get to the small downstairs cloakroom. We were going to handle all of his meal needs and Liam should be able to help him up the stairs to use the shower.

The first few days were hectic in the extreme with Liam and I both at work while, at the same time, trying to implement a schedule that worked for all three of us. Eventually things calmed down a little and the days started to slip by quickly once we had settled into a routine.

For the first six weeks Mark had to keep his weight off of his injured leg and the boot he had to wear enforced that. However, as the days went by he became more and more adept with his crutches and was soon managing to get around the ground floor of his house without any assistance.

I was so busy with everything that was going on during this period, with school work and helping Mark, that I put my conversation with my husband regarding our neighbour's supposed infatuation with me out of my mind.

So, it was a bit of a surprise when the matter popped up again just a couple of days after he had had his boot removed.

We were spending less and less time having to look after Mark and we were just sitting having a cup of tea on his kitchen one evening when he suddenly brought up the subject.

"I've been trying to think of a way to thank you and Liam for everything the pair of you have done for me Holly."

"Oh, there's no need for that, we've been happy to help." As I said it my husband's comment sprang into my head for some unknown reason.

"No, I insist. I really appreciate everything you've done and I need to do something to repay your kindness. I can't do much yet but, in a few weeks I'll be a lot more mobile and the school holidays will have started..."

I chuckled and interrupted him, "I know and I'm really looking forward to it. Six whole weeks without any kids."

He smiled, "Well, I thought why don't the three of us take my boat over to the Channel Islands for a week or two? We could even stop off in France for a while if we wanted."

"Neither of us knows anything about boats Mark. We'd both be worse than useless and no help to you at all." I protested weakly, even though the idea of a vacation filled me with excitement.

"Far from it Holly. You could look after the galley and I'll teach both of you whatever else you need to know."

I took a mouthful of my tea and considered his suggestion for a minute or two.

Did he have some ulterior motive?

If he did I couldn't fathom out what it might be. Liam would be there on the boat so I wouldn't be alone with him.

Perhaps it would be best to decline though, saying we had to work on the house. That would avoid any unnecessary complications that might crop up if we went.

On the other hand, we hadn't had a proper holiday in nearly four years while we had been saving for the deposit on a house, and the idea of a week or two in the Channel Islands on a yacht was more than a little tempting, whatever our neighbours reasons might be.

"Let me talk to Liam and see what he thinks before I say yes." I finally conceded, at the same time wondering exactly what my husband was going to say.

I kept Mark's offer to myself for the next couple of days, pondering his possible reasons for inviting us and weighing them against the almost irresistible attraction of a holiday. Eventually though I knew I had to mention it and get his views on whether we should accept or not.

"Liam." We were sitting down to dinner on the Wednesday evening when I finally brought the matter up, "I err... I need to talk to you about something."

He paused and looked at me carefully, a forkful of food half-way to his mouth, "That sounds serious, what is it?"

"Umm... it's Mark, he... err... he asked me if we would like to have a week or two on his boat once he's properly recovered. In August when the school holidays are on."

"Is he suggesting going somewhere on it?"

"Yeah, he mentioned the Channel Islands and maybe even over to France."

Taking a moment, he considered what I had just told him, "And what did you say to him?"

"I told him I needed to talk to you before we could make a decision."

He took a mouthful of his meal and chewed it slowly, obviously thinking about our neighbours offer, while I simply sat and watched him.

"He just wants to see you in a bikini." Liam stated emphatically a few seconds later.

"Trust you to think of that." I spluttered indignantly, "I meant do you think we should go?"

"Well, we haven't had a real holiday since we got married and his boat does sound amazing."

"So, you think we should say yes?"

"I don't think we should say no but maybe we need to talk to Mark a little more before we commit to something that we might not enjoy."

A broad grin split my face, "I'll speak to him and see what he suggests."

Mark was delighted that we were considering his offer and when I proposed he join us for lunch at our house that coming Saturday to discuss it further he readily agreed.

The Saturday came round quickly and I spent the morning in the kitchen, preparing a selection of appetisers rather than a full-blown meal so that it would be easier to eat and talk at the same time.

"Wine?" I asked when the three of us eventually sat down, pouring out three glasses without waiting for anyone to answer.

"So, you've had guests on board her before?" Liam asked pointedly, getting straight to the point.

"No, not really. Only Margaret before she fell ill and then only for a weekend. Never anything longer." Mark replied honestly.

"So, why invite us?"

I sat quietly by, listening and sipping my wine as the two of them talked.

"It's like I told Holly." He smiled at me before turning his attention back to my husband, "It's a thank you for everything you've done for me."

"How much?" I interrupted them.

"What?" A startled Mark looked at me.

"How much would it cost us?"

"Good point." Liam added, "We don't have a lot to spare what with the mortgage and all."

"Just your spending money when we go ashore anywhere." Mark informed us, "I'll cover the fuel, the food and any other boat related expenses. All I ask is that you pitch in and help when we're aboard."

"I... sorry I mean we.... we don't know anything about sailing." My husband confessed.

"Not a problem. Holly can look after the galley; everything is pretty straightforward in there." Our neighbour replied cheerfully, "Then whatever you need to know about the boat I'll teach you as we go along."

Liam changed the subject, "My wife said you were planning on crossing the channel."

"Yes. I thought we could head for the Channel Islands." Mark nodded in agreement, "And then we could maybe visit France as well, if time and weather permits."

"And you're thinking about doing this in August?"

He nodded again, "I should be sufficiently recovered by then and it fits in with Holly's school holidays."

Liam thought about it for a moment, "When do you need our decision?"

"Whenever really. It would only take a day or two to stock up with food and drink. Maybe a couple of days to check everything over on board and make sure it's all seaworthy but that's about it." He glanced from me to Liam and back again as he answered.

I looked at my husband, "What do you think?"

He shrugged and grinned at me, "I agree that we could do with a holiday but seriously.... on a boat Hols? We know nothing about them."

"Look, why don't the three of us take a drive down to the marina tomorrow and you can look her over before you finally decide?" Mark suggested helpfully.

"Can we Liam." I gazed at him pleadingly, "Please."

Shaking his head ruefully, he chuckled, "Ok, I guess it wouldn't hurt to see it and maybe find out a bit more."

"Great. That's settled then. I'll drive and then you two can sit back and relax." Our neighbour beamed at us.

Finishing our meal, we finalised the arrangements for the next day before saying goodbye to Mark, at least until the following morning.

The rest of our day was spent in a state of increasing excitement while I eagerly looked forward to an unplanned and rare day out, as well as seeing the boat we might be holidaying on come August.

We were both awake early the following morning, needing to shower and dress, so that we could leave by half past eight for what turned out to be a two-hour journey to the coast. However, the time passed quickly, Mark keeping us entertained with some of his stories about his time in the merchant navy as well as telling us more about his pride and joy.

By the time we reached the marina and climbed out of the car my excitement had increased to the point where I was feeling like a child on Christmas Eve, desperate for Santa to come.

However, that was nothing in comparison to the flutter of exhilaration that surged through me the first time I saw Mark's boat.

Standing on the quayside I paused open mouthed and stared; she was everything he had said she was and more.

A sleek, gleaming, blue and white vision she had quite clearly been the recipient of a lot of tender loving care.

"What do you think?"

Mark's question jerked me out of the trance I had fallen into.

"She... she's beautiful." I managed to stammer, "Can we see inside?"

"Of course." He grinned happily, "That's why we're here after all."

Ushering us aboard Mark unlocked the cabin door and started our guided tour.

Even though we had seen a few photographs they hadn't done the refurbishment justice and as we were shown around I couldn't help but admire the work, and money, Mark had obviously put in to it.

While I didn't understand any of the technical elements that were being explained I could certainly appreciate the external areas. The front deck had a white leather couch that converted into a double sunbed while the open rear cockpit was the epitome of luxury with L shaped sofa in the same material.

The upper internal cabin area contained the galley, a U-shaped seat, again in white leather, with a table, as well as a seat for the captain and the main controls plus the doorway that led down to the sleeping compartments.

I was already completely enamoured with what I had seen when Mark escorted us below deck.

The two master bedrooms were lavish; both had king size double beds and en-suite facilities while the third bedroom had two singles and the use of a separate bathroom.

By the time we returned to the galley I had pretty much made my mind up and the only thing missing was my husband's agreement that we could go.

"Why don't we take her out for a couple of hours?" Marks suggestion took me totally by surprise.

"Is it.... ok?" I looked outside, "I mean to just go out to sea."

He laughed, "Of course it is. Let me get the engines started and then we can cast off. We'll just cruise up the coast for an hour or so and get some lunch."

"Now you're talking." My husband chuckled and winked at me, "I could do with a pint."

A little more than ten minutes later Mark eased us away from our mooring and slowly motored out of the marina. If I had liked the boat from our tour around it I immediately fell in love with it once we were out at sea.

Sailing up the coast we searched in vain for somewhere to tie up and get something to eat but with it being a Saturday and the weather good we were out of luck.

"Looks like we'll just have to go back." Mark eventually admitted defeat.

Heading back to the marina it seemed a good idea for me to check out the catering facilities so, while the men were up on the bridge area, I took the opportunity to make sandwiches and coffee in the galley.

"Lunch boys." I announced when I delivered my efforts to them.

"How did you find the kitchen?" Mark asked with an appreciative smile.

"It's fabulous, you've got everything I could want in there."

"Good enough to spend a couple of weeks on board then?" He enquired pointedly.

"Mmhhmm." I looked across at my husband and bit my bottom lip, nodding my answer to him.

"I guess that answers your question Mark, it looks like we're coming on holiday with you." Liam said grinning broadly.

"Yes!" I shrieked, throwing my arms around my husband to kiss him before hugging Mark and kissing him on the cheek.

With the decision on the holiday settled we travelled back to the marina, Mark letting both Liam and I have a turn at the controls, under his close supervision of course.

Throughout the short return cruise and the drive back we chatted endlessly about what we might do during our vacation and it seemed no time at all before we were home. Saying goodnight to Mark I could barely contain my excitement as we ordered a take-away and continued our discussions until we got into bed.

Despite our exhaustion from what had been a very long day I wasn't ready for sleep and slid willingly into my husband's arms when he pulled me against him.

We kissed languorously, our hands gently roaming over our partners body until, guiding me onto my back, he rolled onto me as I spread my legs for him.

"Oh yes Liam.... Yesssssssssss!" I groaned softly as I felt his length penetrating my wet depths, the thick shaft splitting my sex wide open.

Almost effortlessly we began to move together, my husband thrusting slowly and deeply into me to send little bolts of pleasure radiating through me.

"Fuck Holly." Liam gasped, his lips finding mine and covering them with torrid kisses.

Responding to his words my hips jerked upwards to meet his strokes as he began to pound into me while I clutched his shoulders, writhing and panting in my eagerness to reach the finish line. Impatience grew in me and all I could do was urge my pussy onto his cock, fucking him back in desperation as I sought my release.

"Yes... yes... I'm... I'm cummmiinnngggggggggg."

A scream of delight ripped from my throat, the white-hot pleasure rolling through me as I spasmed, coming hard on his throbbing shaft.

Continuing to drive into me, fucking me through my orgasm, he kept me in the throes of ecstasy, showing me no pity, and I found myself begging him not to stop.

"Fuck Hols, I'm going to..."

"Come in me," I interrupted him, my pussy already contracting again from the thought of his hot cum spilling into me.

It was then that he grunted and buried his manhood in me one final time and I felt the jerk of his cock as he filled me with his thick creamy seed. He shuddered several times, his erection eventually slipping out from my pussy leaving his cum to drip in a thick trail down my legs, as he collapsed on top of me.

Laying there we held on to each other, panting hard, trying to catch our breath.

"Thank you." I whispered.

"For?"

"For agreeing to the trip."

"I couldn't deprive our neighbour of the chance to see you in a bikini." He chuckled, rolling off of me.

"Stop it Liam." I frowned and turned over to go to sleep, "Mark isn't interested in me like that, I've told you."

"Just wait, you might not believe me now but you'll see."

Was he right?

I had once again denied it but the truth of the matter was that the more he said it the more unsure I became and the more I found myself uncertain of my own feelings.

Did my husband have some ulterior motive? If so, what was it?

More to the point, how would I feel about it if he did and I found out?

Confused and unable to answer the questions running around my head, his words were still in my mind when I finally fell asleep.

We still had several weeks until the Summer break and as the days slipped by I could feel my anticipation growing steadily. Several chats with our neighbour only served to fuel my eagerness for the end of term to arrive and my six weeks break to begin so we could finally have that holiday we so wanted.

"We should go shopping tomorrow." I declared over dinner on the first Friday night after school had broken up.

We had just over a week to go before we set sail on Mark's boat and I was already starting to get organised.

"For?" Liam asked.

"New beach towels, sun tan lotion and a few other toiletries that we need for the holiday."

"And new bikinis?" He asked hopefully.

"I'm taking my old swimsuits. They'll be absolutely fine." I told him, objecting to his suggestion.

"Come on Holly, you know Mark wants to see you in a bikini and I do as well. So, you have to get a couple at least."

"And are you going to buy them for me then?" My tone was more than a little sarcastic.

"As long as I get to choose them." He chuckled.

"No way. I know exactly what sort of costume you'll pick. I'll end up showing more than I cover up."

"Scared you might get Mark all worked up?"

I laughed, "No, not in the slightest."

"Bullshit Hols, it's because you believe me when I say Mark's got a thing for you."

I frowned, "No. It isn't."

"Then you'll let me buy you a couple of new bikinis?"

He had me trapped and he knew it, "Fine. Have it your way. But remember you're paying."

Despite my scepticism I, once again, wondered if Liam could be right. The thought scared me but, at the same time, I had to admit that the idea that I was an object of desire to someone other than my husband was a little arousing.

What if he was?

Did it mean Mark had some alternative purpose for inviting us on to his boat?

It was the same old question and, like always, I was still trying to answer it as I lay in bed later that night waiting for sleep that didn't come.

The sun's rays were already streaming through the window blinds when I woke the next morning, eager to start the preparations for our holiday.

Foregoing eating we just had a quick cup of tea before showering and dressing, so that we made it to the local shopping centre by ten o'clock.

"Breakfast or shops first?" My husband asked once we had parked the car.

"Most definitely something to eat and a coffee." I replied with a grin, "I can't shop on an empty stomach."

Choosing the first coffee shop we came to we started our expedition with a badly needed cappuccino and a couple of croissants before heading to the high street.

Having not been on a proper holiday for the last few years we both had quite a few items we needed and began with the list of necessities I had drawn up. Spending the first hour or so buying the various toiletries and other consumables we then started searching through some of the smaller boutique type shops for the clothes we wanted.

By the time we took a break for lunch we already had several bags containing most of the things we were looking for: tops, shorts and skirts for me and t-shirts and shorts for Liam.

"Swimwear." My husband declared with a smirk as we sat down in a pub to eat, "Remember we still haven't bought those bikinis yet."

"I rather hoped you'd forgotten about those."

He grinned at me, "And disappoint Mark.... Never."

"Do you really think he's interested in me in that way?"

"I've seen the way he looks at you when you aren't aware of it."

Biting my bottom lip, I let myself reflect on the conversations we had had previously about this subject.

"And it doesn't bother you?" I eventually asked him.

Liam shook his head, "Why should it? You're an attractive girl; guys are going to look at you."

"And what if it goes further than just looking? How would you feel about it if something happened?" Wanting to probe further, and potentially answer the question that had been bothering me, I asked.

"Hmmmm, I don't know. It might be fun." My husband snickered, "Why do you think it might?"

"What!" My eyes widened in surprise, "You'd seriously like something to happen?"

"Relax. I'm just teasing you." He laughed, "Now, where are we going to go for these bikinis."

Sighing I shook my head, still not sure if he meant it or not, and turned my attention to the menu.

Putting the subject of my swimming attire aside we ate a non-alcoholic lunch and, to my delight, Liam didn't mention bikini's again until we walked into the first department store.

"Let's take a look at the swimsuits then." I suggested hopefully when we entered the building.

"Bikinis Hol's, remember. We agreed." My husband said resolutely, "I'm sure Mark's looking forward to seeing you in one."

Groaning inwardly, I started towards the stairs leading up to the first floor and, locating the ladies section, I started to browse through the rails and carousels of swimwear.

Liam insisted on picking out the two costumes that he said he would buy for me; the first was a rather small white two-piece suit that comprised of just three small triangles and some string. For the first time ever, I was grateful for my small breasts as the scant material would be barely sufficient to fully cover my nipples and areola.

He also bought me a slightly more modest leopard print bikini; high cut on the hips with just a thin piece of material at the back that disappeared between my buttocks and, like the white one, had a top that barely covered my small boobs.

"You can't expect me to wear these on the boat?"

"Of course I do, otherwise what's the point of buying them." He winked at me and smiled wickedly.

"But they don't cover very much." I spluttered indignantly.

Holding the two costumes in my hands I gazed at them intently. I had been a good girl for the past few months, ever since our trip out on Mark's boat in fact, but now the thought of putting on something so provocative was suddenly a complete turn on for me.

While I was embarrassed at the thought I would be wearing them in front of our neighbour I also found the idea of flaunting my body for him to see, irresistible.

"Rubbish, you'll look great in them." Liam responded, "You've got the perfect shape to carry them off."

"What shape?" I snickered, striking a modelling pose, "I've got no boobs and no curves."

"Don't put yourself down Hol's. You're bloody gorgeous but why not try them on and then you'll see how good they look."

"What... here!"

"Well, where would you suggest? In the local pub?"

I shook my head ruefully and huffed in annoyance as I took the two costumes to the changing room. The two skimpy bikinis I had in my hand weren't garments I would normally choose and, swallowing nervously, I felt my stomach tighten as I thought about trying them on.

Forcing myself to move I took the costumes in to one of the cubicles, ensuring that I pulled the curtain all the way across when I stepped inside. Undressing I glanced again at the flimsy scraps of material hanging on the hook; picking the leopard print one to try first.

Slipping it on I felt totally exposed: most of my breasts were on display while the tiny bottoms had me feeling grateful that I had shaved down below just the other day.

Looking at my reflection in the mirror I tried to imagine myself in public wearing it and while the thought had my tummy churning I also, much to my surprise, felt a familiar flush of warmth at the top of my thighs.

"Are you coming out?"

My husband's voice jerked me away from my musing and my heart started to hammer against my ribs as I realised he wanted to see how the costume looked.

"Not a chance."

"Come on Holly. What are you afraid of?"

'Myself and the fact that I'm aroused at the idea of stepping outside of the cubicle in this bikini.'

The thought ran through my mind and I was tempted to tell him but I didn't say it

Taking a deep breath, I attempted to compose myself and pulled back the curtain before, somewhat hesitantly, stepping out.

"Fuck... you look amazing Hol's."

I heard my husband but my eyes were fixed on a young guy, standing just a few feet behind him, staring at me open-mouthed. His expression of desire sent a little jolt radiating out from my core and I could feel my pussy moistening even more than it already had.

'Shit, now I'll have to buy this one.'

The thought sprang into my head, making me smile, as I found myself revelling in my exposure.

Realising that part of me was again enjoying being on display and that I had missed it over the last couple of months shocked me, and I started to wonder if something was wrong with me.

I was a married woman. Surely I shouldn't be getting turned on like this.

"Do you like it?" I asked Liam nervously biting my lower lip and forcing my gaze away from the man watching me.

"I love it. Now go and try the other one."

With one last quick glance over at the young man in the aisle I, a little reluctantly, stepped back into the changing room and pulled the curtain across me.

Barely able to breathe I stood alone, my heart hammering against my ribs as I thought about what I had done and, more importantly, enjoyed. It wasn't me, at least it hadn't been in the past, but my teasing of our older neighbour and Liam's comments about him seemed to have created a new side to me.

Was it a side I wanted?

Even without thinking about it I knew I wanted to explore this strange and rather scary part of me that had been revealed.

Stripping off the first bikini I slipped into the second one, doing a twirl in front of the mirror before opening the curtain and stepping outside again.

The young guy had gone but Liam was still there, grinning from ear to ear, while behind him a couple of older men, out shopping with their wives presumably, stopped to gawk at me.

For several seconds I looked straight at them, the dampness at the top of my thighs growing rapidly and soaking into the bikini bottoms as I stood and let them look.

One of them turned away briefly, clearly checking for whoever he was with, before looking back again and, giving him a shy smile, I did a twirl for my husband and them.

"Well?"

"I love it. Buy them both. Mark's in for a real treat." He winked at me and I felt my tummy flutter at the likelihood of exposing so much of myself to our neighbour.

"You're not going to let it go are you?"

Liam shook his head, "Nope."

"OK, but you're paying." I giggled, knowing that I didn't have much choice, I had already soaked both pair of briefs with my juices.

Giving the two men a final glance I moved back, almost reluctantly, into the cubicle and drew the curtain across, leaving it slightly open so it would allow people to look in.

Standing there shaking, my legs feeling as if they were going to give way under me, I felt more aroused than I could ever remember being.

Could I do this?

Could I let strangers see me?

Discretely watching through the gap, I could see that the two older men had noticed the opening and moved along so they could see what I was doing.

Slowly untying the top, I took it off, turning to face them so they would be able to see my bare breasts. Then, giving them a coy smile, I slipped down the bottoms, picking them off of the floor before standing up straight.

For the next fifteen seconds or so I simply stood facing them, totally nude. My heart was pounding and I felt nauseous but I didn't move, simply gazing at the two of them as they stared back at me.

Finally, I gave them a shy smile and, blowing them a kiss, I drew the curtains together, putting an end to my little show.

It took me several minutes to calm myself down and get dressed before I was able to eventually step out of the changing room, a flush on my cheeks.

"You ok?" Liam looked at me curiously.

"Yeah, I'm fine." I lied, wondering what he would say if I told him what I had just done.

Stopping at the cash desk I let my husband pay for both items before I hurried out of the store with him following on behind me.

"You did that on purpose didn't you?" He stated once we reached the street and he caught up with me.

"Did what?" I tried hard to sound innocent.

"Left the curtain open so those men could see you."

"What.... you... you knew?"

Liam grinned, "It was pretty obvious something was up from the way they were staring at the changing cubicle so I moved round to take a look myself."

I blushed crimson, "Are you.... are you angry with me?"

"No, not at all." He snorted a little flippantly, "I told you, you're bloody gorgeous and that just proves it."

"But I deliberately let them see me naked."

"And?"

"And you aren't mad at me?" Now I stopped in the street and looked at him in amazement."

"No. I wasn't on either occasion when you flashed Mark, I'm not now and I won't be if you do it again."

Shaking my head in disbelief I couldn't think of a reply and started up the street, with the sole intention of finishing our shopping.

The remainder of our week was spent in a state of increasing excitement as the date we had set for going on our trip grew steadily closer, although the conversation with my husband remained in the back of my mind.

Mark was going down on the Thursday to finish preparing the boat and we had agreed to follow him a couple of days later on the Saturday, giving ourselves a couple more days to get ready.

"What else are you going to pack, the only thing you haven't got in there is the kitchen sink."

My husband stood in the bedroom doorway on the Friday evening and laughed as I sorted through my wardrobe, trying to decide exactly what should go in my suitcase.

"It's easy for you. A pair of shorts, two t-shirts and that's about it." I replied, slightly exasperated with the business of packing.

"Seriously Holly it's going to be hot, it's going to be sunny, and we're going to be on a boat most of the time. You don't need much more than your swimwear."

"What if we go ashore for a meal or to do some sightseeing?" Looking over at him I asked, a little more tersely than I intended.

"Oh, I hadn't thought of that." Frowning he considered what I had said, "I suppose you might need a dress for dinner then."

Rolling my eyes at him I snorted, "Or a skirt and top and maybe even some shorts and sandals."

"Ok, ok, fair enough." He chuckled, "Just don't go overboard and pack too much. It isn't a bloody cruise liner."

"Why? Do you want me to leave some room so you can pack a few more things like a shirt and some smarter trousers." My tone was one of sarcasm.

"Well, they might come in handy if you're planning meals out for us and such like, but I'll be sure to leave space for your bikinis."

"Do you seriously want me to wear those?"

"Why ever not?" He looked at me questioningly.

"Look at me Liam." I pouted sulkily, "I have no boobs, no curves and I'm skinny."

"You're stunning babe. Guys are always eyeing you up just like those two in the department store. You're just insecure at times and I find it so exasperating."

"Oh, so you really do want guys checking me out?" I countered, starting to get a little aroused by what he was saying.

"It's flattering knowing that other guys lust after my wife." My husband responded with a grin.

"Does that include Mark?"

"Especially him." This time he chuckled.

"You need to be careful what you wish for. I might just go off with him." I giggled cheekily, shaking my head and making my hair sway around my face.

"Now that would really be something to wish for." He snickered, an expression of unadulterated lust on his face, "As long as you came back the next morning of course."

"Pervert." I declared and turned away, laughing at our banter and returning my attention to my suitcase.

I pushed our conversation to the back of my mind and it was a couple of hours before I finished my packing and went downstairs to join my husband in front of the television.

"All done?" He enquired as I walked into our lounge.

"Yeah, just a few toiletries to put in and then I'm finished." I told him as I snuggled in against him, watching the screen but thinking about our holiday.

We were both awake early the next morning, with the sun barely over the horizon, eager to get going. After a coffee and a quick shower, I threw the last few items into our bags and Liam took them down to the car.

"Got everything?" He asked as I slid into the passenger seat alongside him, "Passports, money.... Kitchen sink?"

"If I haven't we'll have to do without it and Mark has a sink on the boat."

"Ok, let's go then."

With a grin he put the car into gear and backed carefully off of our driveway.

Traffic was just starting to build up but after getting out of the town centre it became a lot lighter and we started making good time, drawing into the marina's parking area a little after 11.

It was just a short walk to the quayside and a few minutes later we stood alongside The Margaret.

"Anyone home?" Liam called out.

"Great, you made it." Mark poked his head out of the cabin door, "Bring your stuff aboard then we can cast off and be on our way."

Twenty minutes later, with our things stowed in our cabin we joined him on the deck for our first lesson, helping him to untie his boat, so we could leave.

"How long will it take to get there?" We had just started to motor slowly out of the marina when I asked our skipper the question.

"The weathers good so if we maintain a steady 20 knots or so we should be there by six at the latest."

"A knot?" Liam enquired with a slightly puzzled look.

Mark smiled understandingly, "A knot is a nautical term. It's a little over one mile per hour."

"20 knots doesn't seem all that fast."

My comment clearly amused our host and he chuckled, "Oh we can go a lot faster. This boat has a top speed of 34 knots."

"Why not go quicker then, or is there some sort of speed limit?"

"It's a lovely day, the sea's calm, so why rush when we can enjoy the trip, have a coffee and maybe even get in some sunbathing.... and we'll still be there in time for dinner."

Taking the hint, I disappeared below to our cabin and rummaged through my bag to find my leopard print bikini. Holding it up I looked at the skimpy garment as Liam's words came back to me.

Was our neighbour's real intention in inviting us on this trip to simply gawp at me in a scanty bikini or did one or other of them have some sort of ulterior motive?

I had loved exhibiting myself in the department store and I was very aware that Mark had already seen me naked on two occasions. It was at that precise moment that I decided I really didn't mind if our neighbour wanted to ogle me. I was more than comfortable with the idea of flaunting myself to him and was definitely enjoying the pleasant warmth it was sending to my pussy.

However, what if it were something more?

I pushed the thought aside for the moment, deciding that I would deal with it if and when it happened.

Quickly changing into my bikini, I returned to the galley and made three coffees for us, taking them up to the two men on the upper deck.

"Coffee." I announced and they both turned, the pair of them staring open mouthed at me.

"Bloody hell Holly you look gorgeous in that." Mark was the first to speak while my husband simply grinned knowingly at me.

I giggled and blushed, "Well you did say get some sunbathing done."

"Help yourself to the front deck." He suggested, taking the mug from my hand while his eyes roamed lasciviously down and up over my scantily clad form, "And remember you can put the bed back up into a sofa if you want."

It was obvious from the look in our neighbour's eyes that my husband had been right about one thing; Mark definitely wanted to see me in a bikini, and I knew then I was going to enjoy spending my holiday teasing him.

The question of whether either of them, Liam or Mark, had any hidden motive remained unanswered but I didn't let that bother me, I was going to enjoy the holiday and flaunting myself.

Stepping outside onto the foredeck I knew, without glancing back, that I was being watched and I smiled to myself as I stretched out in the sun and let myself relax.

Our short cruise across a surprisingly calm English Channel was totally uneventful apart from when we passed a couple of other larger boats that we came close to. Laying out in my bikini earned me a few wolf whistles and ribald comments from the men on board them but otherwise we tied up at St Helier shortly before six o'clock that evening.

Going ashore after getting showered and dressed we found a restaurant close by the harbour and the three of us enjoyed a pleasant dinner with no hint of anything untoward.

It all left me a little confused and I lay in bed that night staring up at the ceiling waiting to fall asleep and wondering, not for the first time, if my concerns were unfounded.

For the first couple of days of our vacation we meandered around the island of Jersey, sunbathing, sightseeing and taking numerous photos, ending up on the Monday evening at a quiet anchorage in Bouley Bay.

With no restaurant ashore I cooked our evening meal in the galley and, after eating a simple pasta dish, we settled down in the rear cockpit with our drinks. Enjoying what was a very warm evening the three of us were still in our swimwear; the boys in shorts and t-shirts while I was still in my white bikini.

I've never been much of a drinker and when our host produced a bottle of toffee flavoured vodka and started to pour shots for us I knew I needed to take things slowly. Sipping my drink, I was curled up in the corner of the couch with the men on either side of me; Mark by my feet while I leant up against Liam.

"We need a photo to commemorate the moment." My husband suddenly declared, pushing himself up and grabbing his phone.

I didn't move, simply raising my glass and smiling for the camera.

"Oh come on Hol's, make an effort and try to look like you're enjoying yourself." Liam urged and gave me a meaningful look.

"I am." I protested weakly, feeling a little tipsy, "What do you want me to do?"

"Well, maybe you could smile or give Mark a kiss like you're thanking him for the holiday."

Glancing at my husband I paused for a moment, wondering if this was his underlying purpose finally coming to light and the reason behind his suggestion, before slowly rising up onto my knees and leaning towards our neighbour.

I had spent the last two days wearing nothing more than my new skimpy bikinis and enjoying displaying my body to Mark. Now, in my slightly drunken state, I decided to test the water a little and see if Liam really did have a hidden agenda.

My face was next to Mark's and as he went to give me a quick peck on my cheek I turned towards him and our lips met and we ended up giving each other a full-on kiss.

There was a second or so's awkwardness and then our neighbour began kissing me like he really meant it.

Losing myself in the moment I opened my mouth to allow his tongue to dart between my lips and play against mine, my heart starting to thud urgently against my ribs.

"That's great baby but I want something even more sexy." My husband interrupted us after about twenty seconds, "Why don't you sit on his lap Hol's?"

I pulled my mouth away from Mark's and stared at Liam, stunned I tried to think of something to say while my brain attempted to process what he had just suggested.

"Are you sure about this? I don't want to do something stupid and spoil my friendship with you two or worse, get myself thrown overboard." It was Mark who spoke first, looking from me to Liam and laughing nervously, "Perhaps you two need to have a talk?"

I giggled nervously and glanced enquiringly towards my husband, getting nothing more than a vague smile from him in response to my unspoken question.

How far did he want me to go?

Perhaps more importantly, how far was I prepared to go?

Pushing myself up onto my feet I covered the few steps between us and slipped my arms about my husband's neck, going up on tip toe to kiss him.

"Are you absolutely sure about this?" I whispered softly against his lips.

"Mmhhmm." He pulled me to him, holding me tightly, "What about you?"

"Well, I might be a little less flustered about your intentions if you had thought to tell me about them before we came on this trip."

"Relax babe, it's not that bad is it? It's just a bit of fun."

"Is it?" I said rather tartly, "Or do you want it to be more?"

"Is there a problem? I don't want to do something you're not happy with and overstep the boundaries." Our neighbour broke in, asking hesitantly.

"No, no problem." I said turning back to the older man still sitting on the bench seat and starting to walk back towards him, "I don't think Liam's worried about that happening and I guess I'm not."

"Are you really sure?" I mouthed, glancing back at my husband.

He smiled reassuringly, "Yeah I'm sure, I want you to do it."

I took a deep breath and endeavoured to gain some control over my body. My stomach felt as if I had swallowed a concrete block while my heart, once again, thumped furiously in my chest, threating to break my ribs.

At the same time my mind whirled as I struggled to comprehend what my husband was suggesting and what I was just about to agree to.

Did Liam know what we were getting into?

How far did he want me to go?

How far would I be willing to go?

How would it affect my marriage?

There were no answers to any of the questions filling my head but somewhere a small part of me was telling me what I already knew, I wanted to do this.

Lowering myself onto Marks lap, straddling him, I gave Liam one final look and turned my face back towards our neighbour, kissing him ardently as my husband started to take pictures again.

Almost immediately a hand slid up my body, cupping my breast and gently groping it through my bikini top, making me moan softly into the mouth latched on to mine while I squirmed excitedly. Beneath me I could feel a hard cock tenting out Mark's shorts, pressing against me and sending a thrill through my whole body.

"Fuck." I couldn't help but moan softly as his finger and thumb found my erect nipple; twisting and toying with it, making it harden and jut out even more through the thin white material.

"Are you ok with me.... you know... touching you Holly?" Mark pulled his lips from mine to ask.

"Mmhhmmm." Sighing with pleasure I pushed my tit out against his palm.

"Is this what you wanted?" I looked across at my husband to ask him, biting my bottom lip.

"Yeah but it would look even better if you took your top off."

"You want me to go topless?"

"Well, it's not like he hasn't seen them before." Liam snickered.

My stomach tightened as I thought back to that first morning in our house when I had stood at the bedroom window naked. Then I had been out of Mark's reach just like the time when I had spoken to him from our Juliet balcony, again in the nude.

Now, however, I was sitting on his lap letting him touch me.

The only concerns I had back then had been my embarrassment and how it had excited me, but now I wondered how far I would let my husband push me. Part of me wanted to stop this before it got out of hand but another side of me, the exhibitionist part, was urging me to continue and see where this eventually went.

Slowly I reached behind me, my pulse rate jumping, and untied the string holding my top together before lifting it off over my head, exposing my chest.

"Oh fuck!" Mark exclaimed, his eyes remaining fixed on my girls while his hand went straight back to fondle my bare breasts.

Staring directly at my husband, inviting him to challenge what was happening, I bit my lip, shivering although it wasn't cold, as Mark's fingers found my throbbing nipple.

"Aaahhhhhh." Convulsing when he twisted it, I groaned and started to surrender to the sensations that were igniting inside me.

Grinning he dropped his hand and reached between my legs, running his fingers along the crotch of my bikini bottoms, lightly pressing the now sodden material between my outer lips.

"Oh shit.... I.... we...." I exhaled and reached for his hand, pulling it away, and raised it to my lips to kiss it.

"Do you want me to stop?"

"No." I stood up and looked at my husband for a moment before turning back to Mark, "I want you to take me to bed."

The silence that followed my statement was deafening.

For several seconds both Liam and our neighbour simply stared at me as I stood in front of them clad in just my skimpy swimsuit bottoms.

"Well, are you coming or not?" Finally, unable to stand the tension any longer I looked at Mark and, swallowing nervously, asked him.

The older man pushed himself up onto his feet and taking hold of my hand, he paused glancing hesitantly at Liam for a moment, before starting to lead me inside towards the doorway that led down to below deck.

As all of this was taking place part of me was expecting my husband to say something, to stop what was happening.

When he said nothing I knew it was now a question of just how far I was prepared to let this go?

Part of my brain was telling me I should stop it now; I was a married woman and had taken vows but, at the same time another side, was saying that if my husband wanted me to do this then why not.

That raised my next problem. What did I want to do?

I was very aware that we owed Mark this holiday and, if I was being honest, he was a reasonably attractive man for his age, even though he was older than my own father.

But could I actually sleep with him?

Drawing me into his cabin I realised I was just about to find out as our neighbour pulled me against him and kissed me again. My arms encircled his neck while I pressed my breasts into his bare chest and stopped cross-examining my motives, surrendering to what he was doing.

His hand slowly slid down over my hip and into my bikini bottoms, pressing between my thighs and causing my legs to part, allowing his fingers to find the warm wetness there.

"Fuck." The gentle caress of a single digit along the length of my slit made me shudder and inhale sharply.

Encouraged by the lack of any objection he slipped his finger inside me, slowly pushing it deep into my wet sex, both of us aware that Liam was now standing in the doorway watching us intently.

Squirming as he fingered me I fumbled at the cord holding up his shorts, undoing them and pushing them part-way down his thighs, our mouths still locked together, tongues playing, as we continued to kiss.

With his dick now in my grip I stepped away from Mark, causing his fingers to slip out of my wet slit, and glanced momentarily across at my husband.

Leaning against the door frame he grinned back at me and silently mouthed one word.

"Enjoy."

There was nothing more to be said and I dropped to my knees.

Mark's cock was level with my face now, the fingers of my left hand wrapped around it, my wedding and engagement ring glinting brightly as I studied his erection.

Lengthwise it was much the same as my husband's; maybe seven inches when fully hard, although from the way it curved like a banana, it was hard to estimate. Much thicker at the base than Liam's it had a veined, slightly gnarled look that suggested a lifetime of sexual experiences.

I looked up at my husband again, getting another reassuring smile back from him before slowly starting to move my hand up and down along our neighbour's hard length. Within seconds I had smeared the pre seminal fluid all over the head of his erection.

"Mmmmmmmmmm."

Almost without thinking I swirled my tongue around the shining circumcised head of Mark's manhood, savouring the taste and dribbling my spit onto his rampant flesh. Then with a knowing smirk, my eyes locked on his, I slid my lips over it and took the first tew inches of his turgid shaft into my warm mouth.

"Jesus Holly.... that's so...." He groaned softly, staring back into my eyes with an expression of undisguised lust on his face.

"Ooh.... ike.... att."

Tightening my jaws around his hard spear I finally pushed any remaining negative thoughts aside and made the only response I could with my lips wrapped around his shaft.

"Fucking hell.... Holly.... what are you fucking doing to me?"

Mark gazed down at me smirking, his fingers twisting in my hair as he gently started to guide my movements so my head bobbed steadily back and forth.

I have given a few blow-jobs in the past but I would never call myself an expert, however, sliding my lips along his cock, covering it with my spit, I did my very best to pleasure him with my mouth.

"Urrmmmm... Hummmmmmm... Mummmmmmm!"

Certainly, he seemed to be enjoying my efforts and my eyes widened as he urged my lips further on to him. Forcing more of his prick into my mouth until I was struggling to breathe around his swollen meat.

Grinning, he watched me for a minute or two then, pulling me off him, he helped me up onto my feet.

"That... that was amazing Holly.... can we.... I mean do you want to..."

I glanced towards my husband, standing motionless in the doorway, getting a wide grin and a nod for me to continue.

"Do I want to fuck you mean?" I giggled.

"Err.... yes." He blushed with embarrassment and looked at Liam, clearly seeking his approval.

"Be my guest. Go ahead and fuck her."

Hearing his response to Mark's unasked question, I untied the strings on my bikini bottoms and let them fall away from between my thighs before laying back on the bed. With my knickers gone I opened my legs wide, exposing my depilated sex to my soon to be lover's eyes. Gazing at me he stepped out of his shorts and kicked them away, my heart thumping frantically in my chest as, barely able to breathe, I waited for him to mount me.

I knew if I wanted him to stop I could simply ask him but I also knew I wouldn't. Liam obviously wanted it to happen and, if I was being honest with myself, I did to,

That one last thought entered my mind as, now naked, Mark joined me on the bed.

Kissing me passionately his hand instantly wandered onto my breast, mauling the soft flesh gently before taking the sensitive bud in the centre between his thumb and forefinger.

"Oh shit.... yesssssss!" Biting my lower lip, I sighed with pleasure as, alternating between my two swollen nipples, he firmed them into hard peaks.

Grinning he teased me until, a few moments later, his hand began to worm its way lower, fingers tracing lightly across my flat stomach, while his mouth followed them on their journey south, kissing down my neck to find my twin girls eagerly waiting for him.

"Yes, oh yes... oh fuck.... oh Mark....."

I gasped out loud when he started to suckle on them, the delight surging through me as he switched repeatedly between the two hard points. At the same time his hand stroked up along the soft flesh of my inner thigh to delve between my legs in search of my wet throbbing sex.

It was quickly obvious to me that the man was an expert when it came to pleasuring a woman and, eager for more, I let my thighs open wider, allowing him the access to my dripping pussy that he clearly wanted.

Surrendering completely, I knew I was his now, virtually forgetting about my husband, as he drove everything but the notion of letting him have me from my brain.

Closing my eyes I squirmed on his hand and gasped when his finger slipped between my engorged labia, totally immersing myself in the sensations his lips were still generating on my chest.

"Please Mark I.... I want it." I moaned as first one, then two digits, penetrated deep into my wetness.

"You like that don't you Holly?"

Clinging to him I nodded, unable to speak.

My red painted nails dug into his flesh and I squirmed under him, the squelching of my sex filling the room as he fingered me, splitting my nether lips open while I spread my legs even wider.

I was rapidly approaching my zenith when, gently easing his glistening fingers out of my wet slit, he made me groan with frustration, my voice husky and demanding, revealing to him just how desperately I wanted him now.

"Noooooo.... please.... don't stop... please Mark."

For a moment he left me hanging, smiling down at me, and then moved down my body to gently start to kissing the sensitive skin at the top of my legs.

"Oh shit....!" Taken completely by surprise I gasped.

The feel of his tongue teasing gently up my inner thighs sent a wave of desire straight to my pussy as, avoiding my puffy outer lips he started to tease me.

Going closer and then drawing back he soon had me begging for more, my fingers reaching for his hair trying to pull his mouth against me.

"Please.... please... I need you to.... Aaaahhhhhhhhhh!"

My pleading was cut off mid-sentence when Mark finally drew his tongue along the length of my aching slit, prompting a cry of delight to escape from my lips. I completely lost track of time as he ate me, taking me towards my climax, only to stop and leave me teetering on the brink before going back to teasing me unmercifully.

Again and again, he brought me to the edge, the want inside of me rapidly growing into a blazing inferno and I twisted my fingers in his hair, forcing his mouth against my pulsing quim, in search of the release I desperately needed.

"Muummmmm.... Mummmmmmmm!"

The sound of his tongue lapping greedily along my dripping slit filtered up from between my legs, his talented mouth taking me towards the satisfaction I sought, while my thighs clamped tighter around his head,

"Don't stop.... please... don't..... stop."

"Nummmmmm..... Nummmmmmmm!"

Doing as I begged he attacked my clit ferociously and barely a few seconds later had me squealing in ecstasy as my orgasm hit me like a runaway train.

"Shit.... shit, oh shit..... I.... I'm cummingggggggggggggg!"

Thrashing uncontrollably, I came hard, my hips bucking wildly as I flooded his mouth with my juices. Jerking against him as wave after wave of pleasure raged through my body I kept going until, finally spent, I lay back panting for breath, my legs relaxing and releasing their grip on my much older neighbour.

"Tell me what you want Holly?" Mark moved to loom over me, the head of his cock nudging the entrance to my sex, "I need to hear you say it."

A feeling of uncertainty came over me and I thought about my husband and looked over at him. Still standing in the doorway he was staring at us fixedly, an expression of unadulterated desire on his face.

"Last chance." I mouthed at him.

His eyes never left mine and he nodded briefly, my heart missing a beat as the decision was made.

"I... I want you to... to fuck me Mark just.... just don't cum inside me."

Realising he was seeking some sort of reassurance that everything would be ok my eyes locked onto his and, hesitatingly, I whispered what I thought he wanted me to say.

He smiled and eased his cockhead between my outer lips, opening me up like a flower and teasing my moist entrance, letting my juices coat the crown of his erection.

"I've wanted to screw you ever since I saw you in your bedroom window the morning after you moved in but I never thought it would happen. Did you know that?"

"Really." I managed to say breathily, still gazing up into his face.

He grinned at me a little sheepishly, "Yeah really."

"And now....."

He slowly pushed his hard flesh into me, cutting me off mid-sentence, his thickness splitting my pussy open while my puffy labia wrapped themselves around the circumference of his solid pole.

"Oh fuck.... you're.... you're in me." I gasped as I felt his shaft fill me, its full length completely ensconced inside me.

Taking his weight on his arms Mark paused and gazed down at me as he slowly pulled back, clearly savouring the moment, until just the tip of his spear was nudging at my entrance again.

"You like that Holly?" He asked, teasing me for a second, "You want more?"

I simply nodded in response and, without warning, he drove his prick in to me again, sinking every inch of his erection into my pussy, this time in a single firm stroke.

"Aaaahhhhh...... yessssssssss!" This time my spine arched upwards off the bed and I heard our hips slap loudly together as our bodies met.

"Jesus Holly.... you feel so good." Mark pressed his body against mine and groaned, every centimetre of his dick buried deep in me.

"Fuck me.... please just.... fuck meeeeeeeeeeeeee!" Squealing when he began to slam into me, I jerked eagerly underneath him, urging him to take me.

Again, and again he plunged into my compliant body as I surrendered to him, my fingers grabbing at the sheets while my hips gyrated, forcing my pussy onto the iron-hard dick that was splitting it open.

Drawing my knees back with my thighs spread obscenely wide I gave him total freedom to use me however he wanted and Mark did. He didn't need me to say anything, taking full advantage of my acquiescence, he repeatedly pistoned his thick hard length into me while my feet simply waved around in mid-air.

"Shit.... you're so fucking tight."

Groaning between thrusts, his arse rose and fell steadily between my slender thighs while beneath us the bedsprings protested noisily, squeaking rhythmically in time with his deep strokes. The sound punctuated by the moans of pleasure he drew from my lips every time he bottomed out inside me.

Nothing else mattered now as I raced towards another climax, my hair plastered across my perspiring face as my head whipped from side to side with my eyes closed tight.

"Oh God... don't stop... I'm.... I'm.... so close..... please!"

Howling, I writhed under him, my nether lips wrapping themselves tightly around his throbbing dick to cushion every thrust he made into me. Clinging limpet like to his pulsing spear, trying to hold him in me when he pulled back and making the act even more pleasurable for him.

His vigour and stamina, given his age, surprised me as I lay there while he hammered his manhood into my acquiescent form, his tempo increasing as he took me towards the summit.

"Do it Holly.... cum for me.... cum on my cock!"

It was too much for me, his words triggering my second orgasm, and, lost in the fire he had ignited in me, I jerked violently as I went over the edge.

"Oh fuck.... I'm.... cuummiinnnnnggggggggggg!" Shrieking with pleasure I convulsed in ecstasy under a man old enough to be my father and came hard.

Continuing to thrust up into my spasming love hole, while my climax burst over me, he fucked me through my orgasm as I lost myself in the wonderful sensations he was creating in me.

Starting to take me forcefully while I was coming down I felt his fingers dig into my flesh as he grasped my buttocks, pulling me up against him when he started to drive his cock deep into my pussy. Mark might have been more than sixty but it was extremely clear he knew how to take a woman to the heights of pleasure.

"Oh God... fuck me.... fuck meeeeeeeeeeeee!"

Moaning and squirming I could feel another climax already building on the fading ripples of the previous one and I lay back, legs splayed apart; to take the frenzied pounding he was giving me. His robust thrusts making my perky little tits bounce on my chest every time he bottomed out inside me.

"Shit... I... I'm gonna cum."

The feelings inside of me began to bubble over and my eyes went wide, my whole body responding automatically as I felt the familiar sensations start to fill me again. All the while Mark unrelentingly drilled his hard length into me, my pussy cream coating his manhood and oozing out around the base of it.

"Oh Jesus... Holly... I... ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!" With a loud moan he finally lost control and, burying his rampant shaft deep in me one final time, he held it there as he ejaculated into my belly.

Feeling another man's cock throb against my sensitive vaginal walls as it spurted copious amounts of his seed into my womb, I went over the top for the third time.

"Fuck... yes, I'm.... I'm...." Screaming with delight, my whole body tensed and then convulsed crazily as the waves of ecstasy broke over me, "I'm....... cumminggggggggggggggggggggggggg!"

Our bodies writhed together until, completely spent, I lay breathless and spreadeagled with Mark collapsed on top of me, pinning me under him while the last of his man cream dribbled into my belly.

Eventually, still panting, he rose up off of me and, flopping onto his back, stared at the ceiling.

Pushing myself up on to my elbows I looked sideways at him, "What part of don't come inside me didn't you understand?"

"Shit... I'm sorry Holly. I... I got carried away. I know you said it but I... I sort of forgot...." He finished rather lamely.

"Well, there's not much we can do about it now." I shook my head sending my long dark hair swaying around my face.

"Oh God, what have I done? I'm so sorry, I don't know what happened. Have.... have I messed everything up and ruined our friendship?"

I giggled at his embarrassment, "Relax Mark, I'm a big girl. We fucked, you ejaculated in me, and that's it. We'll worry about you knocking me up when the test comes back positive."

"What! I thought you...."

Rolling on to my side I grinned at him, "Don't worry about it, we all wanted it to happen and I'm on the pill."

"Is that.... like a hundred percent?" He asked anxiously.

"Nothing's totally safe but it's about as good as it gets."

"And Liam? What about him?"

Glancing up I realised we were alone; the doorway was empty and my husband had gone.

"Shit!" I blurted out.

Quickly extricating myself from his arms, wondering where Liam was, I jumped up off the bed only to jam a hand between my legs when Mark's semen started to flood out of my gaping slit.

"What? What's wrong?"

"Your.... stuff.... It's all leaking out of me." I told him, momentarily forgetting about Liam, and made a dash for the bathroom to clean myself up.

"Sorry, it's been quite a while since I last.... well, you know..... since Margaret in fact, and...."

Sitting down on the toilet to let his seed dribble out of my wide-open, well used hole, I interrupted him, "Did you see where Liam went?"

"He was watching from the door way but I sort of lost track when I came... I err... I think he might have gone back to your cabin."

"Oh Shit."

"Do you want to go and find him?"

Remaining on the toilet I took a moment and thought about what I should do. My husband was the one that had wanted this to happen and I decided that I would let him stew over his decision for a while.

Returning to the bedroom I slid under the duvet to join my lover and smiled, "Only if you want me to."

"Not at all, but I should tell you that, at my age, I won't be much use to you till the morning." He chuckled, more than a little embarrassed, as totally satisfied, I snuggled in against him.

"I'm not sure I could go again either." I giggled naughtily and let my mind drift away.

Before today, despite everything my husband had said, I had always thought of our neighbour as a friendly older man, however now, after the intense fucking he had given me, I was forced to revise my opinion. He was a skilled, demanding and forceful lover who clearly wanted me and had made me cum so easily.

Closing my eyes, I lay in Mark's arms, wondering why Liam had gone and if he was angry over what he had orchestrated, while we both waited for the gentle rocking of the boat to send us to sleep.

It was dark when I awoke with a start, more than a little confused by the unfamiliar surroundings and the strange naked body pressed up against me. A faint glow from the doorway announced the approaching dawn and for a moment or two I lay still, staring into the darkness, trying to collect my thoughts.

I was in Mark's cabin.

My husband had watched us while we had sex.

Where was Liam now? Was he angry over what had happened?

I felt my stomach clench and, as quietly as I could, I slipped out of bed, trying not to wake our neighbour up.

Pausing briefly to pick my bikini bottoms up from the floor where I had discarded them the previous night I tiptoed out of the bedroom, silently closing the door behind me.

For a moment I debated going into our cabin but quickly decided against it and, wanting some time to collect my thoughts before talking to my husband, made my way up to the kitchen area.

Depositing my swimwear on the table I had just turned on the coffee maker when a pair of arms slid around my naked form, hands cupping my small breasts.

"Mmmmm.... you're awake early." Liam nuzzled the back of my neck.

I leant back against him, feeling his naked body press against mine, his hardening cock trapped between my buttocks, and bit my lower lip wondering how he felt about what had happened.

"Are... are you ok babe?" I asked, my voice quivering with trepidation.

"Why wouldn't I be?"

I was a bit perplexed by his response, but, at the same time, I was relieved that he didn't seem annoyed.

"Err.... maybe because I fucked Mark last night?"

"And watching the two of you together was the most erotic thing I've ever seen." His hands stopped fondling my chest and he chuckled, "You expected me to be upset over it?"

"Yeah." I stood absolutely still, my heart thumping against my ribs, "I guess I did."

"We all agreed it should happen. I wanted it, Mark wanted it and so did you apparently." He whispered in my ear, "If we all enjoyed it then why should I be angry?"

"But you left."

He kissed my neck sending a shiver through me, "I left you and Mark to your moment, that's all."

"I... I thought maybe you... you regretted it all and you... you decided you hated me."

Liam pulled me round so that I was facing him, "I love you Holly. Always have, always will, regardless of anything else, but last night was something special for us all."

But...."

"No buts. We all consented to what happened." Putting a finger to my lips he interrupted me, "So, no regrets from me."

"He... he came in me."

"And?"

"Do you.... do you still want me?" I asked hesitantly, fearing what he might say in response to the fact Mark had ejaculated inside me.

"More than ever." He grinned, guiding me back and lifting me up so I was perched on the edge of the table.

Staring into his eyes my arms went back around his neck while my thighs spread apart, allowing him to move closer to me, his cockhead probing between my slick nether lips.

"What.... you want to do it... here?"

He nodded and smiled, "I want you Hols.... Right here, right now."

"Then you better fuck me because I need you inside me right....." My whisper turned into a long sigh of delight when, without any further discussion, my husband drove his prick into me, "... nowwwwwwwww!"

From the first thrust Liam took me forcefully, lifting my legs up over his arms and forcing me to lay back, as he pistoned his thick meat into my moist pink slit. There was no finesse, no subtlety, we were simply fucking, both of us sprinting towards the finish line.

It may have been seconds or minutes but it wasn't very long before he had me squealing with pleasure as the ecstasy grew rapidly inside me.

"Oh fuck... don't.... fucking stop... I... I'm... cumminggggggggggggg!"

All I could do was lay there and let him fuck me, gazing up at him as he used me for his pleasure. I lost count of the number of times I came on my husband's rampant manhood, each climax merging into the next one, my body shuddering in sublime rapture until Liam eventually buried his throbbing cock in my pussy one final time.

"Shit... yes... yes.... oh.... yesssssssssssss!"

With every last inch of his hard flesh sheathed in my clenching slit, he erupted, flooding my womb with a substantial load of his baby making seed.

Jerking to a stop he slowly withdrew his spent member from my gaping slit and stepped back, allowing a large glob of his warm semen to trickle down my arse crack.

"Bugger." Struggling up off the table I shoved my bikini bottoms between my legs and headed down the steps to our cabin, leaving him to finish making the coffee.

"So, you're alright about last night then Liam?"

After cleaning up I had slipped on a t-shirt over a pair of panties and had just reached the bottom of the stairway, on my way back to the galley, when I heard Mark's voice nervously ask and paused to listen.

"Like I said to Holly we all consented to it. What's there to be upset about?" My husband responded.

"I fucked your wife, that's what."

"Did you enjoy it?"

"Well yes, she's bloody gorgeous. You know I've had a thing for her ever since you moved in next door."

Liam chuckled, "I did tell her that but she didn't believe me. Not until last night that is."

"And what if I want to fuck her again?"

I took a breath at Mark's question, my mind racing as I waited for my husband to answer.

What did I want him to say?

"Then fuck her."

"You don't mind?"

In my head I could see Liam grinning as he replied, "Not at all, as long as she's ok with it and I get some time with her as well."

My eyes widened in surprise at his words. Was he seriously suggesting that they share me?

Taking a step back I considered my feelings about it.

I loved my husband. I knew that without a shadow of a doubt and I was certain he felt the same way about me. But, with his encouragement, I had slept with Mark and, so far, it hadn't seemed to have affected our marriage other than to raise questions about doing it again.

Was it really possible to separate sex from love?

I had always thought they went hand-in-hand but now, after my recent experience, I was starting to re-consider. The sex had been amazing, our older neighbour was a considerate and experienced lover, and I knew I would be lying if I said I didn't want him to fuck me again.

I had read about open-marriages and I knew I didn't want that, but a fling with our neighbour Mark while we were on holiday, that was completely different. It was certainly something I would give careful thought to if that was what the two of them were proposing.

The more I thought about the possibility of being shared the more I found myself becoming aroused by the idea, my pussy getting wetter while my pulse started to race.

"You'd be happy to share her?" I heard Mark asking.

"Like I said, as long as Holly's ok with it."

Peeling off my top I started up the steps wearing just my panties, "As long as Holly's ok with what?"

I already knew the question but, appearing in front of them topless, I wanted them to ask me directly.

"Oh err.... we were umm...." Sitting on the couch our neighbour blushed and stammered.

"Mark wants to fuck you again so I suggested we share you, at least while we're on the boat." Liam answered for the two of them.

"And you're happy with that?" I asked my husband somewhat coquettishly.

"As long as I get my turn with you." He grinned.

I could feel my heart pounding while my stomach tensed. Was I actually about to agree to do it?

Swallowing nervously, I paused for a moment and considered what I was going to do. I had already broken my wedding vows, albeit at the behest of my husband, but should I do it again?

It was clear Liam wanted me to and, if I was honest, so did I but what about my marriage?

Reaching a decision I went over to Liam, my hips swaying as I walked, and, going up on tip toe, I slipped my arms about his neck to draw his mouth down to mine.

"I love you; you know that don't you?" Fluttering my eyelashes I spoke to him softly, "Do you really think that I would leave you out?"

"No, I guess not." He shook his head, "And just so you know I love you to Hols."

"I know." I giggled, "So I guess it will all depend on whether Mark wears me out or not."

There was a sudden silence at my tacit acceptance of their suggestion and I took the opportunity to twist out of my husband's grasp to go a sit on our neighbour's lap.

"So, when do you want to have me again?" I snuggled in against him.

"I... umm... I err... I...." Clearly stunned Mark stammered, trying to form a coherent sentence and answer me.

"What about now?" My eyes went wide and I wriggled on his lap, feeling his cock start to harden, as I looked over at Liam.

"Don't look at me." My husband smiled, "I need to recover after our little session earlier so if Mark wants to take a turn?"

"Do you?" Twisting to look at our neighbour I enquired.

"Well, I... umm... I mean if no one... err.... objects... then I suppose...."

Pushing myself up on to my feet I took hold of Mark's hand and drew him up after me.

"I guess we'll be setting off a bit later than we intended." I giggled and led the older man towards the stairway.

Mark had certainly regained his vigour after a night's sleep and it was two wonderful orgasms and another copious deposit of sperm into my womb half an hour later that I lay on his bed feeling thoroughly satisfied.

Taking a long luxurious shower, I rejoined the two men up on the bridge just as our neighbour was starting to manoeuvre his boat out of the bay we had been anchored in.

"Aren't you going to get dressed?" Liam looked up at me and asked when I appeared wearing just a pair of miniscule black panties.

I shrugged casually, "Why? It's not as if neither of you have seen me naked."

"We might have but if you parade around like that out on deck a few other boats will as well." Mark glanced approvingly over his shoulder as he spoke.

His words sparked a sudden comprehension that I might be seen by passing vessels, especially if I went outside on deck, and it sent a shiver of excitement through me. I had already experienced the unexpected delights of exhibiting myself and the thought of doing it again thrilled me more than I wanted to admit.

"Lucky them then." I chuckled naughtily, picking up a towel and making my way out onto the foredeck.

I had just stretched out and got myself settled when Liam joined me.

"How was Mark?"

"Are you jealous?" I lowered my sunglasses and peered suspiciously at him.

"Not in the slightest." He shook his head, "Just curious."

"What do you want me to say. He's an excellent lover, in spite of his age."

"Did... did he make you cum?"

"Twice this morning, before he ejaculated in me again."

"And last night?"

"Several...."

"Nice tits darlin."

The shouted comment interrupted my answer and I looked up at the two men in the small boat passing close by us and laughed. We had been so wrapped up in our conversation that neither of us had been aware of its approach and they were obviously enjoying in the view I was providing.

Turning fully towards them I felt my cheeks warming and waved, relishing the feelings that exposing my body to them gave me.

"You're enjoying all this, aren't you?" My husband's voice brought my attention back to him.

"Yes I am." I answered demurely, "Are you?"

His grin alone would have been enough to give me my answer but he still said, "I get the impression this is going to be a very interesting holiday."

"You know I think you might be right." Agreeing with my husband I watched the other boat disappearing into the distance, the two men waving as the sailed away.

Over the remaining ten days of our vacation his words kept coming back to me as we continued on the path we had started along.

To avoid any potential bad feeling I suggested I alternate whose bed I slept in; spending one night with Mark and the next with my husband.

A state of affairs that both of the boys happily agreed to.

Not that sex was restricted to either the night time or the bedrooms.

My minimalistic wardrobe quickly became the norm; I tried going back to wearing a bikini but when I put it on Liam had my top off within the first few minutes to grope my breasts, I knew then that protesting was pointless.

Resigned to my fate I ended up spending virtually all my time on board the boat either completely nude or, at the very least, topless.

Not that I really minded.

It meant that I was exhibiting myself whenever I went out on deck to sunbathe or swim and it was only when we went ashore; to shop, explore or eat at a restaurant, that I put a few clothes on.

My newfound exhibitionist side thoroughly enjoyed every opportunity to flaunt my body. Of course, according to the boys, wandering around the boat like that gave both of them free rein to grope me whenever they wanted.

Mark was the first to do it; taking me by surprise when he grabbed me as I walked by him, making me squeal as he dragged me onto his lap, kissing me passionately while he fondled my bare breasts.

Finally pulling my lips away from his I looked up to see Liam leaning on the bridge door jamb and smiling at us, clearly enjoying what he was seeing.

"Have fun." He chortled and winked before going back outside, leaving Mark and I to carry on.

It set the scene for the rest of our trip and I quickly became used to the frequent make-out sessions. Being pulled onto one or other of their laps so their hands could roam over my body while we kissed, I found myself in an almost continuous state of arousal as the sessions became quite brazen on more than one occasion.

Whether it was Liam or Mark I wasn't going to complain, I was enjoying exploring my new found sexuality with the two of them. Kissing, touching and groping each other became a normal everyday occurrence which, a couple of times, led to a more explicit public situation than we intended.

The first of these occurred just a couple of days later.

Liam was keen to learn as much about the boat as he could and, under Mark's supervision, was spending a lot of time piloting her.

Which was exactly what he was doing when it happened.

We were travelling along the French coast and, as it was a beautiful day, I had finished clearing up after breakfast and decided to sunbathe on the foredeck, totally nude.

I had been out there for about half-an-hour when Mark appeared and put a towel down next to me.

"Mind if I join you?"

Glancing up I smiled at him, "Sure, I need someone to put cream on my back anyway."

"Roll over then."

He reached for the suncream and I did as he asked, resting my head on my forearms and closing my eyes, enjoying the warm sun on my naked body.

Spraying some lotion on me he started with my shoulders and neck, massaging the cream into my skin, moving down my spine until he reached the bits that would have been covered by a bikini, if I had been wearing one.

Then he started working down my sides, his fingertips gently brushing against the slight swell of my small boobs to send little jolts of pleasure through me.

"You're trembling Holly." He chuckled, "You're not feeling cold are you?"

"Uh uh." I giggled, "Definitely not."

Without being asked I eased myself up so I was resting on my elbows creating a space between my chest and my towel. Exposing my boobs to his touch I knew that my hard throbbing nipples would be within his reach.

Almost immediately his hand slid under me cupping my tit, his finger and thumb starting to toy with the aching bud. At the same time, he continued to massage my back, his other hand gradually working its way down onto my bottom.

Glancing around the open sea, in case we were being observed, sent my pulse rate rocketing and I found myself hoping there might be someone watching what was rapidly turning into a far from innocent sunscreen application.

However, much to my disappointment the only other vessel was some distance away.

It felt so erotic, having my breasts groped in the open and the sensations he was creating in me only grew when he ran a finger between my buttocks, tracing a line along to my already moist slit.

His continued touch was making me unbelievably horny and I rolled back onto my side, moving closer to kiss him, giving him easier access to my pussy from the front.

Mark immediately realised what I was doing and, slipping his hand between my thighs, let his finger-tips nudge gently along my shaven labia.

"Aaaahhhhhh."

Closing my eyes I gasped at his touch, my own hand reaching for his shorts, grasping his erection momentarily through the material before pushing his only garment down to his knees. Freeing his swollen manhood, I closed my fingers around his hot flesh and started to lightly stroke it as he pressed two of his digits into me.

Trembling with arousal I glanced up and saw my husband, sitting in the bridge cabin, steering the boat but staring intently down at us. Keeping my eyes on Liam's I pushed Mark onto his back and, swinging my leg over his hips to straddle him, I guided the tip of his rampant cock between my slick outer lips.

For a few seconds no one moved and no one spoke, the sexual tension gripping the three of us palpable.

"Oh shit.... shit.... I.... aaahhhhhhh." Without warning and whimpering with delight, I slowly impaled myself on his erection taking every inch of his hard length up inside me.

Mark's hands went straight to my tits, his fingers tormenting my firm buds and sending little pulses of pleasure radiating out from them as I began to ride him.

I knew in that moment that I was going to cum and cum soon.

Throwing my head back I writhed and jerked on his manhood, grinding down onto him as the pleasure built rapidly inside me, taking me swiftly towards the crescendo I desperately desired.

"Yes... oh yes, yes.... oh God... I... I."

Losing control, I spasmed violently and then tensed, my whole body going rigid as I felt my orgasm start to explode.

"I'm... cumminggggggggggggggggg!"

With one final cry of delight, I came hard, my pussy clenching on his prick as he thrust up into me, his cock pulsing when it erupted, spurting his cream into my belly.

For a minute I lost all sense of where I was, the sun beating down on me while the waves of ecstasy washed over me.

The whistling and the sound of voices cheering jerked me back to reality and, opening my eyes, I saw the other vessel was now cruising alongside us, no more than thirty yards away, with its crew standing at the rail applauding my performance.

Biting my bottom lip demurely I blushed scarlet and waved to them getting another round of lewd raucous shouts before their boat turned away.

"I guess we gave them something to look at." Lying beneath me, Mark chuckled.

I went even redder at his comment, unable to stop myself giggling as the thought of what had just happened sent an incredible buzz through me.

Despite the feelings of intense exhilaration and gratification that exhibiting myself that way gave me, I made a conscious decision to tone down my activities, at least as far as letting others watch my sexual encounters.

However, it didn't stop me from sunbathing nude on the deck or from wandering around the boat naked, making sure I was seen as often as possible,

The kick I got out of doing that was nowhere near as great as when I had been seen having sex with our neighbour but it still gave me a thrill, although I resisted the urge to repeat the experience, at least for the next few days.

After the first night that I spent with Mark I alternated my sleeping arrangements, spending one night with him and the next with Liam, so they got to share me equally for the remainder of our holiday.

However, being naked on the boat during the day, I allowed both of them to grope me whenever they wanted. It was a state of affairs that led to sex on a few occasions but, after being caught fucking on the foredeck, we kept those moments to where we wouldn't be seen.

It was just two days before we were due to sail for home and, being rather windy, we had moored up in a small French port, the three of us deciding to eat ashore.

In spite of the stiff breeze, it was still quite a warm evening and I made the mistake of choosing to wear a short, lightweight summer dress with a flared skirt that came down to about mid-thigh. Going braless, the only underwear I had on was a skimpy white thong that matched my white heeled sandals.

Walking to the restaurant I had to hold my skirt down, the gusts of wind threatening to lift it and expose me to the world, much to the amusement of my husband and Mark.

The dinner, which we anticipated would be our last one ashore before our trip was over, was excellent and we consumed three bottles of wine between us, although my husband and I drank the most. I put Mark's lack of imbibing down to the fact that over the last few days he had been complaining of feeling tired, leaving most of the sailing duties to Liam and myself while he simply supervised.

By the time we left the restaurant, a little the worse for wear, the wind had picked up considerably and as we stepped out of the door into the fairly crowded street a gust caught my dress. Before I could grab it the whole skirt blew up around me revealing me from the waist down, the scanty underwear I had on barely sufficient to conceal my most intimate parts.

Standing there blushing, knowing I was being displayed to countless pairs of male eyes, I felt a huge thrill surge through me sending a delicious warmth directly to the top of my thighs.

Taking my time to push my dress down and cover myself, I gave my audience several long seconds to look at me before, with my cheeks glowing scarlet, we were able to start on our return journey.

The inadvertent flashing of my knickers had left me feeling incredibly horny and I hoped one of the boys would help me out once we were back on the boat.

Stepping back aboard The Margaret Mark immediately excused himself, saying how tired he was and that even though it was his turn to have me in his bed he needed to get a decent night's sleep.

It meant that Liam and I were left alone on the rear deck to enjoy a nightcap.

Pouring us both a glass of Bailey's I settled myself on my husband's lap, wriggling around as I felt his erection pressing against my bottom.

"I take it you enjoyed my unplanned .... display?" I giggled, pouting.

Liam cupped my breast, gently fondling my tit through the material of my dress, and grinned, "Nearly as much as you did I imagine."

My cheeks coloured, "Please Liam... I...."

"I know Holly." He said and pulled my mouth down to his letting his hand slide down my body and up under my skirt, "You're an exhibitionist."

Closing my eyes I let my thigh's drift apart, giving him the access to my sex that he wanted, groaning with desire when his fingers caressed along the gusset of my thong pressing the material into my slit.

I had barely started to return his kisses when he lifted me to my feet and bent me over the sofa, my hands grabbing the rail for support. Taken by surprise my dress was up around my waist and I found my panties down to my knees before I had time to take a breath.

"What are...." I went to protest, my words sticking in my throat when I felt his erection press against my entrance.

"Oh fuck.... Liam!"

Sighing in anticipation, not caring that we were exposed to anyone who cared to walk by, I bit my lip and moved my feet apart as he pressed the head of his tumescent cock between my well lubricated labia.

Grasping my hips my husband paused for a second and then drove into me without any further preamble, forcing me up onto my toes as every solid inch of his hard shaft split me open, forcing a cry of delight from my lips.

"Aaaahhh.... Fuck!"

My head jerked up, my eyes open wide, and I found myself staring into the smiling faces of two Frenchmen standing on the quayside watching us. Unable to tear my gaze away from them all I could do was hang on to the rail, looking back at them, while I was being vigorously fucked.

Knowing that I was being watched excited me more than I could ever recall and I felt my body responding, my fulfilment building swiftly.

I kept my gaze fixed on them as Liam thrust relentlessly into me, my long dark hair falling across my face and swinging back and forth while his hips slapped loudly against my arse, both of us desperate for our release.

"I'm gonna cum.... oh God I'm gonna cum..... oh oh I'm...."

It could only have been a matter of minutes before the intense feelings multiplying inside me bubbled over. My eyes closed and I lost control of my body, jerking uncontrollably and crying out with pleasure when my orgasm swept over me

"I'm gonna...... Cummmmmmmmmmm!"

Literally moments later my husband followed suit, burying his length in my body and filling my womb with a copious load of his man cream.

"Fuck.... Holly.... yeeesssssssssssssssss!"

I had no idea of how long I remained bent over, gasping for breath, but when I finally lifted my head, my hair sticking to my perspiration-streaked face, the two voyeurs had gone and we were alone.

"That really turned you on didn't it?" My husband asked as he eased his softening prick out of me, his semen oozing out of my yawning slit to run down my leg, "Them watching us like that."

"Yes." I admitted albeit reluctantly, my face turning scarlet, relieved that I didn't have to face our two spectators, "It did."

Finishing our drinks we headed off to bed where I lay awake for a while, my husband snoring beside me, smiling to myself and reflecting on just how much I had changed during our unexpected holiday.

What would happen when we got home?

Had our lives been altered forever?

Deciding to leave those matters until we were finally back in our own house I eventually drifted off to sleep.

It was two days later, fairly late on into the Saturday evening when we motored slowly into Mark's home marina with him at the wheel of The Margaret.

Our neighbour seemed to have recovered from whatever had been ailing him and he had had me back in his bed, as had my husband, both of them enjoying me twice during the previous forty-eight hours.

Arriving back in England I had, reluctantly, returned to wearing clothes and now had on shorts and a vest top over my bikini as I stood in our cabin folding clothes to put them in our bags.

"Packing already Hols?" My husband leant against the doorframe and enquired, "You do know we don't need to leave until tomorrow afternoon."

"You're forgetting that you have to go to work on Monday morning. We need to get home at a sensible time."

"That's rich coming from the girl who has another two weeks before she has to go back to school."

I chuckled, "Jealous are we?"

"Actually, that was what I wanted to talk to you about." Liam said a little reticently.

"Oh, what about it?" I asked, raising an eyebrow questioningly.

"Well... you know Mark is staying down here for a few days to clean up the boat?"

I nodded, "Yeah and....."

"I thought that as he hasn't been all that well and I'll be at work leaving you at home all by yourself... you could.... err... maybe stay down here with him."

Staring at my husband I let his words sink in before answering, "And sleep with him as well I take it?"

"Well.... err... yes." He mumbled, gazing down at the floor, "I mean it's not like you haven't been doing that for the last couple of weeks."             

"When we started all this at the beginning of the trip Liam, we agreed that it would only be while we were on the boat, on holiday."

"Technically you'd still be on holiday."

"And getting fucked without you." I pointed out acerbically.

"Like I said it's not like you haven't done it with him."

His weak response left me lost for words and I glared at him for a couple of minutes before eventually putting my hands on my hips and responding tartly.

"Fine. If that's what you want I'll stay here and let him screw me."

Despite my annoyance I could feel my tummy tightening at my husband's suggestion. We had agreed to open our marriage for the time we were away but now, at his urging, we were about to take it a step further than either of us had originally agreed.

How much further did he want me to go?

How much further was I prepared to go?

Certainly, if I stayed with Mark then the next few days would answer my questions.

I spent the last night with my husband and after seeing him off just after midday on the Sunday I walked back to the boat. When Liam had put our suggestion to him our neighbour had seemed quite happy about it but now I began to wonder how he would react when he was alone with me.

For the next few hours Mark and I tiptoed around each other, avoiding making any real contact as much as we could, both of us clearly worried about how far we should take things now that Liam wasn't there.

"You're not sure about this are you Mark?"

We had just finished dinner and were sitting outside on the rear deck when I asked him the question.

"No, I'm not. It doesn't feel quite right to me, not now that Liam has gone home."

"He wants this to happen, he wants you to... to fuck me while he's not here. You do realise that, don't you?" I bit my lower lip coyly as I replied to him.

"I know.... it's just... you know." Mark said hesitantly, "Maybe if we give it some time."

I shrugged, my earlier concerns still unresolved, "Ok, if you think so."

That night we slept apart and as I lay in my own cabin I stared up at the ceiling questioning my husband's suggestion that I should stay by myself with our neighbour.

Liam obviously wanted me to sleep with Mark even though our holiday was over.

What else might he want once we were all back home?

Would he want to continue sharing me with Mark or even with someone else?

I was still worrying about the possible answers to all my questions when I eventually fell asleep.

Mark had already told me he had a few things to do in town on the Tuesday and so we had planned our week accordingly, with the Monday set aside for thoroughly cleaning up the boat. It proved to be a long and tiring day; both of us falling into bed shattered with Mark begging off any sexual contact yet again.

Perhaps I should have been disappointed but I was far too tired to care and gratefully slid under my covers alone.

Waking on the Tuesday morning I found myself feeling rather nauseous and, after spending the first hour or so vomiting, I elected to stay on board and let Mark head off alone. He was away much longer than he expected and when he returned just before four o'clock he was, once again, completely exhausted.

Taking a brief nap and eating dinner appeared to revive him and it was later that evening, after I had just made us coffee, that we were sitting outside on the rear deck when Mark raised the issue of sex again.

"Are you really sure about this Holly?"

"Yes, I'm ok with it." To emphasise my answer, I got up and sat myself next to him, slipping an arm about his neck, "Liam wants it and... if I'm being honest so do I."

"It's just I don't want to overstep any boundaries. We all agreed it was just for the holiday, while we were on the boat, and now it's... it's over and....."

"Is it? I'm still on the boat Mark. We dealt with this at the start of the holiday so perhaps you should just take me to bed and we can get past whatever is bothering you."

"If that's what you want who am I to turn a lady down."

He grinned and stood up, taking hold of my hand to lead me towards the bridge deck and the steps down to his bedroom, kissing me as we went.

Undressing each other urgently, we left a trail of clothes behind us until we eventually tumbled onto his bed, naked.

Eager for more my hand slid down over his belly, my fingers encircling his manhood and lightly stroking it, feeling it harden in response to my touch.

"Holly, I've been thinking.... maybe we shouldn't...." Reaching out to take hold of my wrist he started to protest.

"Why not? You've been screwing me for the last couple of weeks. Why not now?"

"Because Liam isn't here and...."

"My husband was the one who suggested I stay. He wants this as much as I do so why are you hesitating? Don't you want me anymore?"

Looking into my eyes he released my wrist, "Of course I want you Holly, but this has to end sometime and if we start doing this without Liam it... well it might wreck your marriage."

"This has always been just a holiday thing Mark, I thought you realised that. Once we go home it will all stop. It has to...."

"I know so maybe we should stop now and...."

"Please Mark...." I put my finger to his lips interrupting him, "... I want to feel you inside me."

"If you're sure?"

"I am."

Easing me onto my back he grinned and moved his body over mine, positioning himself between my spreadeagled thighs and entering me in one slow easy movement.

After two weeks of regular sex, usually two or three times a day, the last couple of days, going without, had been a struggle and I couldn't stop myself sighing with pleasure when I felt his length filling me.

Quickly settling into an easy rhythm, he started to fuck me while I clung to him, pushing back to meet every thrust.

Taking our time to satisfy each other it was two orgasm's and quite a while later that he came, filling me with his man cream and making me cum for a third time when he painted the walls of my womb.

My sickness was still lingering the following day while Mark, once again, seemed pale and drained after our exertions of the night before so it was a quiet day for both of us. We did very little, simply sitting around for most of the day and taking some time to hopefully get over whatever it was we had, although we did have sex again that night.

Mark spent an age between my thighs, eating my pussy and making me cum several times, before turning me over onto my hands and knees to fuck me, finishing inside me.

I was a lot better on the Thursday; although I still felt a little nauseous but as I had only thrown up once, I decided to do some shopping and take a trip into the nearby town. I did invite Mark to come with me but, as he was still feeling unwell, he declined and opted to stay on the boat instead.

This was the first time I had been properly ashore since our meal in France; when the wind had lifted up my dress, and it took me a while to find my land legs after all that time.

Once I did I found myself enjoying browsing through the various stores and completely lost track of time. It was only when I started to feel hungry that I checked my watch and realised it was almost two o'clock.

I knew I should get back to the boat and see how Mark was but it was the first time for a couple of days that I had actually felt like eating. So, deciding to linger a little longer I took an hour to get lunch, before catching a bus back to the marina.

It meant it was almost a half past three when, loaded down with several bags, I arrived back on the quayside.

There was no one out on the deck of The Margaret so, assuming Mark still wasn't feeling well and had stayed in bed, I went aboard.

"Hi Mark! I'm ba.... Arghhhhhhhhhhhh!" Stopping in my tracks as I stepped into the bridge deck I dropped my bags and screamed so loudly it must have been heard by everyone in the marina.

Our neighbour was laying on the floor unmoving and I knew immediately that he was dead.

Kneeling down at his side I reached for his hand, the cold clammy feel of his skin confirming what I had already surmised.

"Oh Mark...." I whispered to myself, wiping away the tears that had started to trickle down my cheeks, taking a deep breath to calm myself before I phoned the emergency services.

Two police officers, a man and a woman, arrived just a few minutes after I put the phone down, clearly indicating to me that finding a dead body warranted immediate attention.

Sitting down with the two officers I explained who I was and how I had found my neighbour dead on the floor.

"So, Mrs Ainsworth, you were actually staying on the boat with Mr Underwood?" The policewoman asked as her colleague got up and looked around.

I nodded, "Yes, that's correct."

"And you're his next-door neighbour? Is that right?"

"Yes, my husband and I moved in next door to him a few months back."

Out of the corner of my eye I could see the male officer smirking as he came back up from below deck.

"So, can I ask what was your relationship with Mr Underwood?" He suppressed a sneer and enquired sarcastically.

"We err.... we were... umm... friends." I blushed a deep crimson, "Liam, that's my husband, and I had been on holiday with him on the boat and then on Sunday, when we got back, Liam went home as he had to return to work."

"I see." She smiled sympathetically, "And you stayed here."

"Just for a few days. I'm a teacher and I don't go back to school for another two weeks, so my husband suggested I stay and help clean up the...."

"You were sleeping with him I take it?" The male officer interrupted my answer.

Staring at the floor I nodded, "Yes."

"What time did you go into town this morning?" The policewoman glared at her colleague and changed the subject.

Pausing as the ambulance crew arrived to take Mark's body away gave me a minute or two to think before I replied.

"Err... I think it was about 9.30. Then I got a bit carried away shopping and had some lunch so it was half three-ish when I eventually got back to the marina."

"I take it you can verify that?" The policeman asked.

"There are the receipts from my shopping and I guess the... the pub where I had my lunch. They should be able to confirm I was there."

"Thank you."

"Is there a problem?" I asked nervously.

"No." He smiled at me disconcertingly, "Just following routine."

"Do you know if Mr. Underwood had any close relatives that we need to inform." It was the turn of the policewoman to ask the next question.

I shook my head, "No, no one that I know of."

"There's details of a solicitor here." The male officer said, rifling through the papers on the table, "Maybe he'll be able to help us trace any next of kin?"

They both seemed to be happy with what I had told them and she finished off by taking down my contact details in her notebook.

"Thank you Mrs Ainsworth, that's all for now, we'll be in touch if we need anything more." She concluded the interview and the two of them left, taking the solicitors information with them.

Numb, I made myself a cup of tea and sat on the sofa, not knowing what else to do.

I had phoned Liam after calling the emergency services and all I could do now was wait for him to come and collect me.

Leaving work following my call, my husband drove down as quickly as he could and the moment he stepped onto the boat I gave up trying to control my emotions and threw myself at him, sobbing hysterically.

Holding me until I calmed down we collected my things and, after locking up the boat and informing the marina office about what had happened, we made our way to the car.

Our drive home was conducted in silence for the most part, interspersed with brief bursts of conversation and bouts of crying, as I tried and failed to process my thoughts and feelings.

Over the next few days things got a little better as I slowly came to terms with what had happened, although my grief frequently got the better of me, often leaving me in tears.

Liam and I both knew we needed to talk about what had taken place while we had been away but the shadow of Mark's demise hung over us and we simply couldn't find it in us to start the discussion.

Knowing I had to return to school and normality helped but I still had moments where I wondered what might have happened if I had stayed on the boat that morning.

Could I have helped Mark?

Would he still be here if I hadn't gone shopping?

It was almost two weeks later and I was starting to feel more like my old self, apart from a couple of bouts of sickness, when we received a phone call from a Brian Collins who identified himself as Mark's solicitor.

Our conversation was brief and to the point, with me mostly listening, as he informed me of the details of our neighbour's funeral. Finishing up he asked if we would be attending and when I confirmed that we would, he simply said he would see us there and rang off.

The ten days until the date of the funeral passed quickly, I had gone back to school so both Liam and I had to book the Friday off work. Our plan was to drive down in the morning for the service at midday and then come straight back.

"How are you feeling Hols?" We were about a half-hour into the journey when my husband finally spoke, breaking the silence that had settled on us right from the start.

"I guess I'm fine really, not too bad at all this morning in fact." I smiled hesitantly and quickly changed the subject, "How long do you think it will take to get there."

Not wanting to say anything to him I had deliberately not revealed how I really felt. My intermittent sickness was still plaguing me and a visit to our doctor two days earlier had done nothing to reassure me or improve my feeling of unhappiness.

"If the traffic stays like this I guess we'll be down there by about half past eleven."

We continued to chat; sometimes about our plans for the house, occasionally about work but, much to my surprise, mostly about our neighbour and the holiday.

It was a subject we hadn't really discussed since Mark had passed and I had returned home with Liam.

There wasn't a great deal to say now that he was no longer with us and, much to my relief, Liam didn't express any desire to repeat the experience with someone else. We both agreed that, while we had wanted and enjoyed what had happened, it was something that should remain on the boat, especially now Mark had gone.

"Maybe we'll try it again one day, when we get a boat of our own."

Liam's final comment made me laugh out loud.

"What's amusing you?"

"What you just said... 'when we get a boat of our own'." I giggled again, "Like that's ever going to happen."

Liam grinned back at me and winked, "Oh trust me, when we do we are so doing it again."

"That's a never then." We both laughed at the absurdity of the thought of us owning a boat.

Struggling with a mortgage, trying to pay our bills and keep our heads above water the chances of us ever buying a boat, even a small one, were probably about the same as us flying to the moon.

Arriving at the crematorium we were greeted by a balding overweight middle-aged man who introduced himself as the Brian Collins I had spoken to on the phone.

"Is there anyone else coming?" Dismayed I looked around at the empty seats, surprised to see it was just the three of us.

He shook his head, "Sadly no, Mark had no family and he had lost touch with all his friends over the years."

"Oh." Was all I could think of to say, tears forming in my eyes at the thought of how lonely our neighbour must have been.

The short service was over and done in little more than 15 minutes and our solemn trio said a silent farewell, watching the coffin slip through the curtains to the fiery fate that awaited it.

We were just going to leave when Brian Collins intercepted us.

"Thank you for coming." He shook our hands, "Do you think we could have a few minutes before you head home?"

Liam glanced at me for a moment and then responded, "Well we were thinking of going to the pub down the road for some lunch. Perhaps we could talk there?"

"I guess that would be ok. I'll follow in my car." The solicitor said a little doubtfully before turning to go.

Ten minutes later we found ourselves a quiet corner table and sat down with our drinks, the pair of us looking over at Brian expectantly.

"So, what's this about?" My husband asked taking a sip of his beer.

Picking up the document folder he was carrying Mark's solicitor withdrew a sheaf of papers, placing them carefully and neatly on the table in front of him, before taking a sip of the soft drink he had ordered.

"As Mr Underwood's executor I'm responsible for seeing that his will is discharged according to his wishes." Pausing to take a deep breath he glanced between the two of us before continuing, "Did you know he came to see me shortly before he died?"

"No." We replied almost in unison.

"Well, he did..." He continued on, "... and I need to inform you of the changes he made to his will."

"Changes? What do you mean, changes?" I blurted out, puzzled by his comment.

Brian smiled, "Mark has been very much alone in the world since his wife died and was no longer in contact with any of his old friends so you coming into his life as you did was a...."

He stopped for a moment, studying me carefully, before finishing his sentence.

"... was a very pleasant surprise."

I could tell from the way he looked at me and chose his words that he knew about Mark and I having sex during our time on the boat.

"So, about these changes?" Liam interrupted.

"Ah yes, the amendments to his will." The solicitor tore his gaze away from me and turned his attention to my husband, "Basically aside from a few minor bequests Mark has left everything to the pair of you."

Sitting back on my chair I looked at him, completely speechless, all my other concerns evaporating, at least for the moment.

"Exactly what is everything?" Sitting beside me my husband asked.

"Good question." Brian picked up a sheet of paper, "Of course the whole thing has to go to probate and then, once that's finalised, there will be my fees and other various expenditures to be dealt with before I can give you an accurate monetary amount, but...."

"But?" I queried.

He grinned, "He's left you his house, most of its contents, his car and about £230,000 in cash, after deducting everything he owes...."

"Fucking hell." Liam sat up straight and gasped.

"Yeah, what he said." Slightly breathless I added, unable to fully comprehend what he had just told us.

"Oh .... and his boat." The solicitor concluded.

"Are you serious? This isn't some sort of sick joke?" Hardly able to believe what we had been told I had to ask.

Tucking the papers away Brian smiled again, "It's no joke, I assure you. Once the probate is done there will be some paperwork to sign and then it will all be yours."

Leaving us to take in everything he said the solicitor finished his drink and, telling us he would be in touch in due course, took his leave.

"Bloody hell Hols, what just happened?"

"I have no idea." Looking at my husband I barely managed to answer him.

"What do we do?" Liam asked, an expression of disbelief still on his face.

"I'm not really sure, I suppose we'll have to think about what to do with the house and whatever...."

Picking up his pint my husband took a swallow, "I guess we sell it."

"What about the contents?"

"Get rid of them or sell them and keep the car and the cash."

I bit my bottom lip, "You forgot about the boat."

"I think I'd like to keep it." He said somewhat ruefully.

Unable to keep the smile off my face I grinned at him, getting a wicked smirk and a wink in return.

Swallowing nervously and, with my heart hammering against my ribs, concerned at what would his reaction would be I decided it was time to tell him.

"And what about the... the baby?"

Liam froze, his drink half-way to his lips, and stared at me, "Baby. What are you talking about?"

I could feel the trepidation rising up inside me.

"I... I'm pregnant." I confirmed quietly, keeping my eyes on my orange juice.

The silence that settled over the two of us was deafening.

"Do you know who the....?" He eventually asked the obvious question, letting it tail off mid-sentence.

I shook my head, still keeping my eyes averted from his, "No."

"So, it's either me or Mark then?"

"Unless you're going to suggest I've slept with someone else."

"Don't be daft Hols. I know you haven't."

"I'm sorry. I didn't want this to happen." I started to cry, "I'll... I'll have a DNA test done once it's born and... if you're... you're not the.... the father then I... I'll..."

I finally broke down and started to sob, letting out the burden that I had been keeping to myself since my visit to the doctor's.

"Hey Hols, don't cry. It'll be ok."

"But what if... if it's not yours?" I wailed, miserably.

"Look, I need to go to the bathroom. Give me a minute or two to get my head round this and then we can talk properly. Ok?"

I nodded and watched him as he walked away.

Sitting there alone I was suddenly convinced that my husband was going to discard me and, overcome by an overwhelming feeling of panic, I grabbed my bag and fled.

Standing outside the pub I had no idea where to go as I flagged down a passing taxi, my only thought was to get away and try to think.

"Where to love?" The cabbie asked cheerily when I slipped into the back seat.

It came to me in that moment and giving him the address I sat back and tried to breathe normally. Barely fifteen minutes later I stood on the quayside, in the warmth of the early afternoon sunshine, watching the cab disappear into the distance.

Taking a short stroll, I found myself a bench and sat down next to The Margaret, smiling to myself as I remembered our recently deceased neighbour and the intimacy and the good times we had enjoyed on our unexpected holiday.

Now everything had changed.

I was going to have to live with the consequences of that vacation.

On my own and pregnant, with no way of knowing which of my two lovers was the father of the child I was carrying I felt utterly and hopelessly lost.

Of course, I desperately hoped it was Liam's but if it wasn't, would he want me?

I could terminate my pregnancy if I wanted to but I knew I wouldn't. It wasn't something I would ever consider even if it cost me my marriage to the only man I could ever love.

Sitting there, staring at the boat and remembering our unexpected holiday, I completely lost track of the time. I could feel the tears start to trickle freely down my cheeks and, ignoring the stares of people passing by, I wondered just what I was going to do now.

If I went home and Liam rejected me, where would I go? What would I do?

Feeling like my life was over I sat and wept.

I barely sensed that someone had sat down next to me when a voice made me look up with a start.

"Bloody hell Holly you scared me running out like that." Liam said quietly, "What were you thinking."

"What.... How did you...?" Totally stunned I looked at my husband.

"It was pretty obvious where you would go."

Still crying I turned away from him, "I'm so sorry baby.... please don't leave me. I... I love you."

He smiled compassionately, "Why on earth would I leave you Hols?"

"The baby." I bit my lower lip and mumbled, "What if... if it's not yours?"

"What if it is?"

"If it's not I... I won't contest the divorce." Ignoring his answer I continued on, "I... I'll... just go, I'll disappear and I won't ever bother you again."

Stumbling over my words I broke down again.

My husband pulled me into his arms, holding me close.

"One way or another the baby's mine Hols." He stroked my hair and kissed the top of my head, "If I didn't actually put the seed into you then I'm responsible for it being there."

It took almost a minute for his words to sink in to my befuddled brain.

"What... what do you... you mean?"

"I mean it's our baby." He kissed the top of my head again, "I love you. Always have, always will. So, no DNA, no recriminations or regrets Hols, we're gonna be parents."

Tipping my face upwards his mouth found mine and he kissed me, it was then, as my lips surrendered to his that I knew that everything was going to be ok...